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angsty-violet · 4 months

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Chapter 1 - Kneel

Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

Pete wandered Kneel, his favorite kink club, checking each person's wristbands as he went. He had seen a few doms, but they seemed to be vastly outnumbered so far. That wasn't unusual. Most nights, the doms were outnumbered two to one. He had also seen a few switches, but they were even more unusual.

None of them had even held a second glance. He was looking for something very specific. He was so specific he wasn't entirely sure what he was after. However, he would know it when he saw it, and so far, he hadn't seen it.

He saw a blue wristband with a black stripe, indicating that the person was a dom and was looking. Pete figured he had nothing to lose at this point. If they didn't get along, he would just crawl back to his room and hope he could hold up for a while longer. He didn't get many days off, and this part of his routine was necessary for him to keep doing his job to the best of his abilities.

With his best smile, he slid up to a tight, toned body, about the same height but slimmer than him. God, he hoped this worked out because this guy was hot as hell, and Pete was just dying for it.

"Hi there handsome, my name is…," Pete's voice died out as he got a good look at the dom. A familiar set of cheekbones and eyes greeted him.

“Khun Vegas,” Pete said.

Vegas tilted his head to look at Pete's wristband and smiled. Pete's heart began to pound. His not-so-secret crush on Vegas was a point of constant teasing from the other guards. There had been a lot of encouragement from them as well. However, Pete hadn't made a move on Vegas.

For one thing, he was one of Pete's bosses. Pete didn't want to risk losing the job that was making his grandmother very comfortable. Not wealthy, but enough so she no longer had to clean houses. So, he didn't want to lose his job.

For another, the thing that Pete really needed out of romantic relationships was to be taken into subspace. He needed to be made to submit and serve to be able to do those things in his day-to-day life. Without that, he was lost. Which is why he came to Kneel so often. Every day off he could, Pete was here, looking for a dom strong enough to manage him. Often while thinking about Vegas in whoever's place.

"Pete, I didn't know you came to Kneel." There was a flirty edge to Vegas' voice, and Pete caught the double entendre.

Pete smiled shyly. Maybe his crush wasn't completely unrequited. His smile dropped when he saw Vegas' wide pupils and unfocused gaze. Kneel didn't offer any alcohol. It was part of their safety policies. He reached over and checked both eyes. Frowning at what he saw. They should have contracted a little when he tugged on the lids, but they hadn't.

"Vegas, have you been drinking?" Maybe he had imbibed before he came.

"No, don't serve alcohol here. Not good if you scene." His words were distinctly slurred.

"Alright, you've been dosed with something. Come on, let's get out of here."

"I have?"

"Yeah, honey, come here."

"Going to take me home, handsome?"

Pete snorted, feeling hysterical. "Stop that. Let's go."

Pete was panicking. He didn't know if the family knew Vegas was kinky, but he wasn't willing to out Vegas. He couldn't take him back to the family home. He couldn't leave him here while drugged and defenseless.

Well, there was only one choice.

Vegas didn't know where the fuck he was.

He was lying on a bed, still wearing the clothes he had dressed in to go to Kneel. However, he didn't recognize the bed or the room.

His dry mouth and pounding head told him he had been drugged. But when he did a check, it didn't look like anything had been done to him. He hadn't been tortured or raped.

The door opened, and a familiar face peeked in. Once Pete saw that Vegas was awake, he entered the room. He attempted a small wai, but it was hindered by the tray of food and drink.

"Pete," Vegas growled. "Where the fuck am I, and why the fuck am I here?"

Pete stopped a few steps from the bed and set the tray on a table. He held his hands up and didn't step any closer.

"We met up at Kneel last time. You were slurring your words, and your pupils weren't contracting properly. I'm unsure if the family knows you go to places like that, so I didn't want to take you home. But I was worried about what would happen to you if I left you there."

Vegas inspected Pete's face for veracity and then nodded at what he found there. He chewed his lip and gestured for the bottle of water.

Vegas had checked his phone and shot off a couple of texts. One to his upcoming business contact that he wouldn't make the meeting, and one to Kinn to make sure the man didn't send a search party after him. Then, assured they wouldn't be interrupted, he and Pete had gone out to breakfast.

"I want to thank you for taking care of me."

Pete shrugged and ducked behind his bangs. He didn't want Vegas to know how that made him feel. To know that Vegas thought he had done a good job was, well, it warmed him. "I was just doing my job."

"Saving me? Sure, but taking me to a hotel so my family doesn't find out I'm kinky? That's above and beyond. Just so you know, Kinn knows I go to clubs; he was actually the first person to take me to one. However, the rest of the family doesn't know. It's…complicated."

Pete nodded in agreement. He completely understood. No one in his life knew that he needed to be taken down in order to feel like he was once again a human. There was hardly anyone that even knew he was gay.

"I'm glad I could be there for you, Khun Vegas."

Vegas raised an eyebrow. "What's with this Khun business? I've known you for over a year, and you just stopped me from possibly being raped. Although, I'm not certain what someone would do with a drugged dom."

"You'd be surprised. There are a lot of drugs and a lot of things that can be done, even to the dominant in the dynamic. You weren't incapacitated; you were just easy to convince and very flirty. Combined with the numbers last night, I'd say your culprit was somebody looking for a hard scene, maybe even with some of your limits, that you turned down."

Vegas' face shifted into thought. "I can't remember very much. I barely remember getting to the club. It must be pretty strong to have affected me that way. Shame, I would have liked to see you dressed up under those lights."

Pete's cheeks flushed, and he ducked his head shyly.

"I bet you go down beautifully. I bet that you are exquisite in your submission."

Pete ducked even further. He couldn't believe this was happening. The gorgeous, suave, apparently dominant Vegas Theerapanyakun was flirting with him, of all people.

"I know this isn't the best start, but I'd like to get to know you more. Is there any way that I can see you again? I want to get to know you better, Pete."

Despite the extraordinary effort it took, Pete lifted his head and looked Vegas in the eyes. He expected there to be a twinkle of amusement and a teasing edge, but there wasn't. Instead, there was an unexpected shyness, and Pete was confronted with the reality of him being only 18. Sometimes, Pete forgot that he was four years older than Vegas and that the changes between those ages were massive. This boy really was still just a boy. Technically an adult in the ways that mattered, but still a baby. Pete's baby dom. The thought of some other sub teaching Vegas the intricacies of a d/s relationship soured his stomach.

"I'd really like that."

Kinn paced his office. Vegas had said he'd be home in a few minutes, but Kinn could barely restrain himself from running down and meeting him at the door. When the door opened, and Vegas entered, he was still wearing the clothes Kinn had seen him slip out the door the night before. Kinn frowned. That usually meant he had spent the night with someone. He did not always have sex; sometimes, it was just a straight non-sexual scene he had gotten really into.

"Did you cancel a meeting and make me worry because you were getting frisky?" Kinn's temper was starting to rise. He was working his way into being angry when Vegas hugged him gently. Kinn felt the thin arms wrap around him to his chest.

Kinn got very worried. Vegas rarely initiated physical contact. He didn't mind accepting it, but it was still just too awkward for him.

"V?"

Vegas just shook his head and buried his face in Kinn's chest. Vegas hadn't wanted to show it to Pete, but this had scared him.

"Tell me what's wrong, and I'll fix it, nong."

"I went to Kneel last night and ran into someone we know. When I started flirting, he immediately noticed that someone had drugged me with something."

If someone had touched his little brother while he was drugged, Kinn was going to kill them!

"Calm down, hia. He just took me to a hotel and put me in a bed. He didn't touch me; everything was fine."

Kinn smoothed a palm across Vegas' cheek, reading between the lines. "But it almost wasn't. Someone took care of you, but if he hadn't, you might have been hurt."

Vegas nodded and cuddled closer.

"So, who was it? So, I can give them a reward."

Vegas shook his head. "It's private. I might tell you when I'm ready, but not right now."

Kinn sighed internally but didn't push. Vegas would tell him when he was ready. More curiously, he said it was private.

"Alright, as long as you're okay. I don't want you going back there for a while."

"Hia!"

"That's final. I'm not going to risk you just because you're horny. If you go against me, there will be consequences. You're not too old to ground. You can spend a week or two on house arrest if you like."

Vegas pouted a little but didn't argue. "Fine, I'll leave off going to Kneel for a while."

"Good. Now, you need to change. We have a meeting in a half hour."

Since Kinn had banned him from going to Kneel for a while, Vegas had settled on one of his favorite restaurants. It was a hole-in-the-wall place with only half a dozen small tables or so crammed into the room that passed for a dining room.

Pete had looked both surprised and delighted when he realized they weren't going somewhere expensive.

"I was worried you'd take me someplace with a menu that costs more than my whole paycheck."

Vegas smirked. "Don't worry, I will. But I thought we should go someplace a little more low-key for our first time. That way, I know if you're worth shelling out for."

Pete looked surprised and then caught on that he was teasing. "You are such a smooth guy."

Vegas shrugged. "Not really, I practiced that one. I just really like the food in this place, and I didn't know if you liked other ethnicities of food."

Pete smiled. "Good bet because I don't like Western food."

"Noted. So, tell me about yourself."

Pete snorted lightly. "Like you haven't already read my file."

"I have, but all it gives are cold facts and nothing more. I want to know the real you. Why you became a fighter? Why you came to work for the family, everything."

"Well, I'm from a very small village in the south...."

#kinnporche the series #kinnporsche #vegaspete

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 1 year

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"appreciate the view, honey."

For Arthur & Peter about whom I am currently experiencing emotions?

You and me both!

This is for my human Arthur au, and it's gonna be cute!

On with the fic!

Arthur looked up at the large, flashy hotel in front of him. He didn't look for too long, the bright lights of too many bulbs were a bit blinding. He had no idea how Peter could stand being around them all the time, but maybe it was something you got used to when you actually lived on the Vegas Strip.

Squaring his shoulders, Arthur made his way through the doors of the entrance to the Hard Rock Hotel, and was instantly greeted by the typical schmaltz of tourist delights and loud noises and lights. It was always so overwhelming to be in places like this, even if he had been living in the area for over a decade.

His lovely, little bar was nearby, but far enough away that it wasn't overshadowed by the glitz and glamour of the tourist trap part of the city. Still, Peter invited him to his penthouse, and by God, he was going to survive getting to the elevator, even with all the people and noises.

He carefully made his way through the crowds of people, seeing a lot of people who seemed to dress like Peter walking about. Right, he had a show this evening, was Peter done with it already? Was he upstairs?

Arthur eventually found the lifts, where a security officer was seated behind a desk. He looked over at the bartender, giving a little smile. "Are you Mr. Vincent's guest?" He asked.

"Uh, yes, is he upstairs?"

"He will be, I think he's doing signings right now. He said you can go up if you got here early. Did he give you the door code?"

Arthur nodded and the guard let him go. He got on the lift and looked at the panel, putting in a number code that seemed like it had to be a reference to something, before it started to rise.

When the doors opened, Arthur was greeted by a curious sight of display cases and an assortment of weapons and oddities. Right, he had said he was world-famous expert in vampires and monsters. Arthur looked at a few of the displays, wondering if they were all real or if the poor man had been swindled out of his money.

He was peering into a case that had what looked like a mummified hand inside of it when the lift's doors opened and he shot up straight, turning to see a partially-dressed Peter, pulling a fake sideburn off the side of his face.

Peter flicked it off somewhere into the room before noticing Arthur. He brightened instantly from the scowl that had been there and quickly approached. "You came! Have any trouble getting here?"

"The ride was fine, but, uhh... goodness, is it normally this busy here?"

"It's Saturday! Big night for shows and clubs, and lots and lots of gamblin'!" Peter smirked and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Just the typical Vegas experience."

"Ah, yes, quite."

Peter seemed to notice his tone and frowned. "You okay?"

"I'm not one for crowds, Peter. I typically don't deal with them at my bar, nor in the area I live in. It's always overwhelming to come to this part of the city."

"Ah, oh, shit, sorry! I had no idea!"

Arthur shook his head. "It's alright, I'm fine. It just catches me off-guard sometimes, I'll be alright."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

Peter looked at him, then patted him on the back. "Right, cool. Uhhh, you want a drink 'r somethin'? I'm not as talented as you, but I can make a few things just fine. Usually, I just drink straight from the bottle."

"Thank you, I'll have whatever you think would be best." Arthur smiled and that seemed to put Peter at ease. They walked quietly together into the flat, where Arthur could see that Peter's taste in decor matched his taste in fashion as well.

He felt it was wise not to comment on this.

He watched as Peter went behind the counter of the home bar after turning on some of the overhead lights, illuminating the apartment in a mix of soft mood lighting, and what Arthur assumed to be black lights as well.

Peter fumbled a bit with making drinks, chatting about the show he had just done, how it went when Arthur asked, before holding out a glass of what looked to be something mixed with rum.

Arthur thanked him, took a sip, and had to take a moment to register that the taste was a bit... strong.

Peter grinned at him, taking a long drink from his own glass. He glanced towards the windows before looking back at Arthur. "Ya know, one of the reasons I brought you here is because you had commented to me once about how you wondered what the city looked like from above."

"I had?"

"Yeah, when I told you lived on the top floor of a hotel, how I had a hell of a look over Sin City, and I remember you said 'I bet it is quite a view. I'd love to see.'"

He took another drink before putting more rum in the glass. "So?"

"So?"

"Ya wanna look over the city?"

Arthur blinked and looked towards the tall windows. He could see a few lights outside of it, from the higher buildings, illuminating the darkness of the desert night. "I would like to, yes."

Peter grinned and moved from behind the bar, leading Arthur over with a hand to his back. Arthur stared out the window and down at the city. He could see thousands of flashing lights of dozens of colors. There were hotels, businesses, cars, homes, that stupid pyramid and its beam of light.

It was Las Vegas, but something about it from this height made it look like something from a dream. It was a beautiful sight, much better than experiencing it from below.

"Appreciate the view, honey."

Arthur turned to look at Peter, who was looking at him, relaxed. He still had some of his costume jewelry on his face, and his make up was smudged. His hair was a mess from being under that wig Arthur had seen in the ads, and he was shirtless and sweaty, and he looked so lovely in the lights inside and outside.

He looked a mess but he was Peter, in his element.

"I am." Arthur said, though he wasn't sure if he meant the city or not.

I... I now want Peter's pet name for Arthur to be honey. >.>

Also, totally projecting on Arthur my feelings towards crowds and busy cities. :)

#good omens extended universe #arthur x peter vincent #john's drabbles

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turbo-virgins · 2 years

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WIP Thursday

tagged by @nuclearstorms thank you lovely 🥰

tagging: @stacispratt @henbased @purplehairsecretlair @shallow-gravy (apologies for any duplicate tags)

Snippet of New Vegas fic below:

“Hey, Clanden!” Cachino shouted.

Vulpes flinched more in annoyance than surprise.

“You got a visitor from the boss!” Cachino waltzed into the middle of the room, hands in his pockets. He narrowed his eyes and scanned the balcony of the second floor.

They waited in silence.

“Clanden?” Cachino called.

No answer.

Vulpes looked to Cachino who raised a brow and looked back at Vulpes. He put a finger to his lips and motioned for Vulpes to follow while drawing a small .22 from the inside of his suit jacket.

Together they crept up the stairs, Cachino with his pistol leveled and ready. Vulpes’s hand hovered over a switchblade tucked in the sleeve of his jacket, not wanting to give it away until absolutely necessary.

At the top of the stairs, Cachino grunted in surprise. And soon Vulpes realized why. The door to the bedroom was wide open and inside a man - presumably Clanden - sat in a lonely chair in the middle of the floor, facing away from them with his hands bound behind him.

Cachino paled and turned to Vulpes. “Maybe we should-“

Vulpes gave him a shove. “I think this is worthy of immediate investigation, don’t you?”

At his prodding, Cachino relented and stepped into the bedroom, performing a quick sweep with his pistol as he did so. Everything in the room, the drawers, the wardrobes, the heart shaped bed and stacks of chems were all undisturbed. The only thing out of place was Clanden and as Vulpes circled around him, he realized the man wasn’t going to be able to answer for himself.

A switchblade had been buried up to the hilt in his chest. Blood covered his front, dribbling down to his waist and thighs.

Vulpes examined the handiwork and glanced around the rest of the room. No signs of a struggle, almost as if the man didn’t see it coming. Or perhaps he was incapacitated prior.

“Oh, shit. Boss is gonna be pissed,” Cachino grumbled.

Vulpes leaned in closer, noticing something peculiar on the fringe of Clanden’s shirt collar. Some small red smudge, almost like… lipstick. And there was something else - a whiff of perfume, distinct and familiar.

That. Bitch.

He whirled around and seized Cachino by the lapels. “The woman in the black dress. The one that was with you in Brimstone,” he snarled.

“Whoa, what the fu-“

“Tell me everything you know!”

What little color was left drained from his face. “You mean House’s broad? What about her?”

“What was she doing here?”

“She comes around every once in a while. She’s just- uh- I don’t know she’s just like his pet or somethin’? Just making sure the casinos are keepin’ it in line for ‘im. I don’t-“

“And did it ever occur to you - or your boss for that matter - that your operation is not keeping in line with House’s regulations?”

“Hey!” Cachino wriggled out of his grip and slapped his hands away. “We’re not fuckin’ stupid alright? I had a good thing going with that broad. She comes in, gets a voucher, gets to gamble and drink a little and when she’s nice and buzzed she gets a tour through the clubs, alright? That’s it.”

“So you never let her wander unsupervised? Not even once?” Vulpes narrowed his eyes.

Cachino gulped. “Well, I mean…”

“Stultio asino!”

“The fuck did you just call me?”

Vulpes stormed out the door, barking orders over his shoulder. “Inform Nero that you have a saboteur on the loose in Gomorrah. Make sure that all entrances and exits are locked down discretely until she’s been found.”

“Wait! Where do you think you’re going?”

He left without an answer and rushed to take the elevator down to club Zoara. Troike typically hung around on the lower levels there, high out of his mind with his arm wrapped around any hooker unlucky enough to cross his path. With any luck - Vulpes couldn’t decide if it would be good or bad - he was still alive.

An eerie feeling rose in the pit of his stomach and it didn’t have anything to do with the elevator’s rapid descent. This operation he’d been tracking for months was all coming to a grinding halt in the space of one afternoon. Upon further examination of what Cachino said, he wondered just how many times she’d skulked around the halls. How had she managed to gather her intel? Coercion? Blackmail? Nero and Big Sal had been diligent about keeping key details of the operation limited to the highest ranks of their family. Somewhere in there was a leak. And once she’d been caught - if she’d been caught - Vulpes was determined to find-

Boom!

Lights overhead flickered and the elevator rocked. Vulpes threw his elbow, catching himself against the wall as everything came to a screeching halt. A deep rumble emanated from below and all at once the interior of the elevator was plunged into darkness.

#wip game #tag games #oc: jolene #fic: gods that bleed

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megan-loves-surveys · 2 months

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Gimme more.

Where were your parents born? My Mum was born in Scotland and my Dad in NZ.

Have you ever used public transportation to get to work? Yep, most of the time. The only I don't is the rare time my boyfriend drops me off.

Who in your family has the coolest job? Not sure tbh.

Have you found your first gray hairs yet? No.

What is your favorite food to put gravy on? Potatoes xD

Do you know anyone from Canada? I know a few people online from there.

What’s your opinion on astrology? It's fun, but I don't take it that seriously.

Do you use TikTok? No.

Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now? Good lord no.

Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys? I have equal amounts of both as friends.

Are you good at hiding your feelings? Depends.

Can you drive a stick shift? No.

Do you care if people talk badly about you? Not really, but I guess it depends on who it is.

Are you going out of town soon? I wish.

Does anyone hate you? I hope not, but who knows.

Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years? No, unless my boyfriend changes his mind and proposes LOL.

Think back 2 months ago; were you in a relationship? Yep.

What’s the best part about school? -

Do you have any pictures on your Facebook? Thousands lol.

Do you ever pass notes to your friends in school? I did all the time in intermediate school, by the end of one year I had an entire bag full of them lol.

Don’t tell me lies, is the last person you texted attractive? Yep, he is. It's my boyfriend hehe xD

Do you have a good relationship with your parents? Definitely, I'm close to both of them.

How do you want to die? Old age.

When was your last physical fight? The closest I've been to a fight is slapping some dude at a club who wouldn't stop harassing me once lol.

Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? Yep.

Ever made out in the bathroom? Probably.

Are you scared of spiders? YES.

What is/are/were your best subject(s)? Computers/IT, Legal Studies and English.

Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? Probably.

Do you have trust issues? It depends.

Favourite food? Mac & cheese.

Do you believe everything happens for a reason? I hope not, cos then why did I get hit by a car and break my shoulder?

Is cheating ever okay? I cheat on video games, but that's it LOL.

What makes you happy? Lots of stuff.

Is there anyone you would die for? Hmm...

What’s the best news you’ve gotten lately? Not sure, but it's not like things have been going wrong lol.

^And, the worst? Hmm.

Do you like getting dressed up? Sure.

Would you be embarrassed to find out you snored loudly in public? Probably, but I know I don't snore, cos my boyfriend has never said that I do lol.

Are you reading any books at the moment? Yep - Reach For The Stars, it's about British pop groups of the 90s and 00s. It's so good.

When was the last time you had a tick on you? Never?

Have you been to the Grand Canyon? I have! It's breathtaking and totally worth the trip. We went on a tour thing and they included lunch cooked by the Native Americans who reside there, it was so cool. It's a super long drive from Las Vegas (where we were staying) though, we had to get up at 4am lol.

Do you like grapes or raisins better? I love them both!

What is the picture on the desktop on the computer you’re using? It's a photo of The Shield from Super Showdown in 2018 where they're in masks. It's been my desktop pic since then, I haven't changed it in over 5 years, it even followed me between laptops, I got a new one and immediately put it as the pic xD I can't change it at this point, it would be too weird.

Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? No.

Do you believe in ghosts? Maybe? I need proof.

Would you ever stay overnight in a haunted house? Oh yeah probably.

When was the last time you had an injection? What for? Covid vaccine booster.

Is there anything you cannot wait to be over? Dunno.

What was the last thing you had done at the dentist? Cleaning.

Does your best girlfriend have any talents that you don’t? She can drive, I can't lol.

What color eyes does the last person you kissed have? Blue.

Did your parents ever read stories to you before bed? Yep.

What are you listening to? Scribe - Stand Up (a NZ hip hop artist, this song has the best instrumental)

Do you like hickeys? Haha not really.

Do you hate the person you fell the hardest for? No, I'm still in love with him lol.

Do you have any summer plans yet? Our summer just ended.

Has the last person you kissed ever seen you cry? Oh yep.

Are most of your friends guys or girls? Both about equal cos I have loads of wrestling friends who are mostly male, but I also have lots of female friends from school and that.

Who do you text the most? My boyfriend.

Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already? My boyfriend has two grown up sons haha, so I have to say yes. One of them is only 5 years younger than I am! LOL.

Do you miss your last sweetie? Not at all.

Would you rather be anorexic or obese? Neither, thanks.

Do you know anyone who is pregnant right now? No.

What’s your favorite alcoholic beverage? Jim Beam, Malibu or Long Island iced tea.

Do you play any games on your phone? Pokemon Sleep, Pokemon Go and BitLife. I've played both Go and Sleep since day 1.

Have you ever shaved your face? I use tweezers to get any stray hairs lol.

What was the last vaccination you got? Covid.

Do you have a brother? No.

Would you ever have a bird as a pet? No.

Have you ever had to speak at a funeral? No.

When was the last time you saw your father? Last night, he picked me up from the Five concert. Usually I'd ask my boyfriend to do it but he was hanging out with his son, so my Dad did it instead.

Any time when you need to search something on the Internet, which search engine do you use? Google.

Do you believe in saving your virginity for marriage or no? LOL, I don't want to get married, so obviously not.

When you open your web browser, what is your home page set to? Why did you select this? I have it set to reopen my tabs from last time.

Have you ever accidentally sent the wrong smiley? Definitely.

Are you more likely to go drive-thru or actually walk in to get fast food? Walk in, cos I don't have a car. Even when I'm with people in a car, we still go in.

How many times have you had a nosebleed? I have no idea.

If you were to make a lot of noise right now, would you wake anyone up? No, it's 9pm lol.

Do you need to have a shower right now? No, I showered this morning.

How many vowels are in your middle name? Two A's.

Do you have all of the vowels in your full name? No, I'm mising U cos I have A, E, I and O.

Are you currently crushing on anyone? Yep.

How do you feel right now? I'm pretty good, cos the headache I had earlier today is mostly gone now.

Do you talk in your sleep that you know of? No.

Have you ever been on a road trip of more than 10 hours? No.

Are you waiting for anything right now? A few things.

How far away is the nearest KFC? About 10 min drive, it's up by the train station.

Do you use reusable bags when you go grocery shopping? Yep.

Have you ever met someone online and then met them in person? Oh yeah, quite a few people.

Do you tend to wake up in a different position you fell asleep in? Yep.

What does your perfume or cologne smell like? I don't wear it.

Is there a bookshelf in your bedroom? I have a bookcase.

Have you ever seen Flight of the Conchords? No, which is funny cos they're Kiwis xD

How many hours away is the next sunset? The sun only set about an hour ago, so about... 23 hours? LOL.

What was the last flavour of ice cream you ate? Chocolate.

Do you want to move out of your current house any time soon? Why or why not? No, I like my house!

Are there a lot of noisy birds around your house? Sometimes haha, cos there's loads of trees.

Have you been to a fancy restaurant in the past year? I'd say Porterhouse Grill is fancy cos it's expensive haha, I was there in January.

How old were you when you learned how to ride a bike? I never learnt.

Do you follow recipes carefully or just skim over quickly? I don't cook.

What colour are your favourite cousin’s eyes? Dunno.

Have you ever nearly fallen asleep behind the wheel of a car? I don't drive.

Are you hungry right now? Yes.

Do bugs bother you or not? They definitely bother me.

When was the last time you played a board game? Who did you play with? I go to a games night every 2 weeks with my friend David, a whole bunch of us play board games. So 2 weeks ago cos the next games night is tomorrow xD

Don’t you hate having to call banks and insurance companies? Most of my banking stuff is done online now.

Do you know anyone named Harley? No.

Are there any dints or scratches on your car? -

What’s your favourite place to shop for bras and underwear? Kmart, Warehouse, Bendon etc.

Have you ever thrown someone’s stuff away on purpose? No.

Do you have any cool or cute keychains? I have two on my bag - a Seth Rollins logo one and a little Converse sneaker haha. On my keyring I have a NYC one and one from the Grand Canyon with my name on it.

Is your mailing address different than your residential address? No.

Are there any farms near your house? What animals do they have? I live in the suburbs, so no, no farms.

Do you ever write in cursive? I don't even know how to.

Have you ever had a computer virus before? Most likely. I used to download loads of random shit from Limewire and Kazaa, it could get dodgy.

Are you dependent upon anyone? I try not to be.

Are there any book characters you’d like to portray? Dunno.

Who did you last text? David, we were confirming games night tomorrow.

Is there anything on your bed right now? All my plushies, my handbag (which I meant to put on the floor, I'll do it when I next get up), a book, a magazine and my hairbrush.

When was the last time you went to the grocery store? Saturday.

What way would you like to die when it’s your time? Old age.

What are you most afraid of in the world? Spiders.

Have you ever been caving? No.

Do you do well in math related things? I have that dyscalculia thing, I'm pretty sure. My Maths skills are absolutely horrendous.

What is your favorite fruit? Banana or apple.

If you had to choose, which sibling would you live with? I'm an only child.

Do you have any tattoos? No.

Are you planning on getting any in the near future? Probably not.

When was your last date? A few weeks back.

When did you get Facebook? 2010, I think?

Are any of your family members in jail? No.

What was your first pet’s name? Piglet.

Are there any people at your job who absolutely hates you? I don't think so, our team is small and everyone is chill with each other.

What was the last book you read? Reach For The Stars.

Have you ever read any books in one day? Yes. Used to do that all the time as a kid.

What was the last thing you bought? Some fries from Burger King, lol. Before that, it was a flag banner thing at the Five concert.

What are your plans for tomorrow? My Mum and I are going to Botany to shop and have lunch, then later on I'm going with David to games night. Damn, just realised I won't have time to see my boyfriend tomorrow :/

Is there any jewelry you wear constantly? Yes - my Pandora charm bracelet and my rings.

Are your fingernails painted at the moment? No.

Do you prefer cool, warm or neutral colors? All of them.

Have you ever taken art classes? Only when I was forced to at school.

What’s the most boring movie you’ve ever seen? Dunno.

Do you know how to work a cash register? Not really.

Fact or fiction novels? Fiction.

Have you ever suffered from depression? I don't think so. I've been sad, but not depressed.

Do you think you’re a clingy person? I can be, my boyfriend jokes that I am but I'm really not xD

Have you ever been in a physical fight before? Kinda, I've slapped a few people. One of them was another girl and she slapped me back LOL.

How often would you say you disagree with your parents? We disagree on occasion.

What color shirt did you wear yesterday? I wore a playsuit lol. But today I'm wearing a black Mox shirt.

Do you have a job? Yes.

If so, do you like it? Yes.

Have you ever been called a slut before? Yes lol, both welcomed and unwelcomed.

What’s something you’ve been craving? KFC lol, even though I had it last week.

Have you ever slept with your window open? Used to all the time in the last house I lived in, but I can't do it here cos my room faces the main highway so it's way too noisy.

Can you play violin? No.

What was the last desert you had? A chocolate ice block thing.

Have you ever had a wild animal as a pet? No.

Do you know anyone you talk to on Facebook but won’t talk to in person? Well yes, cos we've never met lol.

What color are your mother’s eyes? Brown.

Do you have a best friend? Yes.

If so, how long have you been best friends? Since 2002, so almost 22 years now.

Do you cry easily? Depends.

Have you ever been into a court room? Yes, I've served on juries 3 times.

How many necklaces would you say you own? None.

Do you plan on being strict towards your children? I don't want kids.

Do you own any tie-dye shirts? No.

What would you say is your favorite day of the week? Probably Saturday, but Friday is good too.

Do you ever wear lipstick? No.

Do you own a pool? Haha no.

Do you have a Tumblr account? Yes lol, I'm using it right now :P

Would you say you’re overweight? No, but I do need to lose a bit of stomach fat.

How many colors are in your hair? Three technically - blue, purple and my regrowth which is dark haha.

Do you flirt with a lot of people? No, only my boyfriend xD

Have you ever been falsely accused of starting drama? Yes.

How old are you? 36.

Do you attend church regularly? No.

Have you ever found a song that describes your whole life? Dunno.

What time did you wake up this morning? I got up at 7am, but I'd been awake since about 5:30 cos I wasn't feeling well.

What time do you plan on waking up tomorrow morning? 8:30 or so.

What kind of car do you drive? No car.

What kind of car would you like to have? Dunno.

Have you ever been to Dairy Queen? No.

If so, what’s your favorite thing to eat from there? -

How old did you turn on your last birthday? 36.

Ever felt like falling apart? No.

Have you ever been in an ambulance? Yes.

Do you tend to worry a lot? Not a lot, but some.

How old were you when you lost your first tooth? Pffft, not sure.

Do you remember your first time on the internet? Not really haha, I have no clue what sites I even went to.

Which website do you email from? Hotmail/Outlook. It's technically Outlook but I have a grandfathered in Hotmail address cos my email was registered in 2001, I got to keep it. I also have a Gmail I use for 'professional' work stuff lol.

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thoughtsfornobody · 10 months

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7/18/2023

Recovering from a host of things- loneliness, sickness, period woes, anxiety, food troubles, a fire at work, just to name a few. Finally a little OK today. I've not had a day off in 10 days now, but only 2 more to go. I leave Friday for the wedding, to meet Ziggy's family. I wonder how it will be- I'm a little nervous, but not really. More excited to relax. We have been together so long, this will be six years- and I am finally meeting his parents. We've been together long enough that it seems there is less pressure? Like, I'm already here! I've been here! It will be nice to see his sister all made up, and what choices she makes for her wedding day. I love events. I don't know her very well but she is nice, and has good taste- I wonder what decorations and colors she chose, and what her dress looks like. I wonder if it will make me ponder my own special day, or if it will make ziggy think about his. I guess, technically, ours. I would like to marry ziggy, someday. It would have to be the right time though. I want to have enough time to enjoy it- the engagement, the wedding, the honeymoon. I don't want to rush it. I don't think I could have a big wedding. I dream of going away, to another country, getting engaged. Coming back shiny. Having a little wedding, private, silly, maybe in the woods, or a funny one in Vegas. something to remember, just us. It would be nice to have our families together, but I don't know which world this could ever happen in. Everything seems so expensive? Everyone is so busy? It's so difficult. I know my mother would kill me if I didn't have some sort of ceremony for her to watch. But, I don't like attention. I don't want everyone watching us, kissing, holding hands, dancing. I don't think it's anyone elses business! I would like to put on my cute dress, and run around some alleys in Spain or something. Then, go to a fancy restaurant and order a whole bottle of wine, eat and drink, just him and I! Everyone in the restaurant will be laughing- look at the silly couple, all dressed up, behaving like children, playing house, bride and groom. Where are their families? What are they doing here? What fun. Then we could go stay at a pretty hotel. Go see a late band at a jazz club. Go get some churros. I don't know, something, anything that the night calls for. Sit at a fountain in the dark. Whatever we want, because it's our day. Then, we can have a party when we come back home for everyone else.

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vroomvroommbtch · 2 years

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So it goes: Chapter 1 - MI x fem!OC

Summary: Maggie didn’t have many rules in life. ‘Don’t sleep with your friends or your sister’s friends’ was one of those rules. She followed it for 25 years, but then she met Michael.

Pairing: Michael Italiano x fem!original character

Warnings: 18+. smut, swearing, fluff, more smut, basically its smut, oral, swearing, dirty talk, some slight praise kink, blind and you’ll have some angst.

Word count: 6.6k

A/N: This thing wasn’t suppose to happen and I ended up writing a whole story somehow? English ain’t my first language so bare with me, kiddos. Also thanks to my sunshine @jamminvroomvroom for being my beta reader/almost co-writer/the reason why I ever made and posted this happen/the reason why this thing has a name.

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Chapter 1 - Vegas lights.

Even if the previous night Maggie wasn’t drunk -but really tipsy-, she remembered all too well. Their plan was to go have dinner and then go to some other place to grab some drinks. Daniel kept joking that if they got drunk, he could convince Jas to marry him after that. ‘We’re in Vegas, babe! Mike and your sister are here, so I don’t see why we can’t just get married. Maybe Elvis can marry us! I would wear a white dress if I was you, babe’ was the constant joke that night. Maggie knew it wasn’t going to happen. No matter how much her sister loved Daniel, there was no way she was going to get married there and without their families. It wasn’t their plan, but Maggie loved to pick up on her oldest sister just because she could. What really wasn’t in Maggie’s plans was to go clubbing and the whole ‘flirting with Michael’ but somehow it happened. From sitting too close at the restaurant to piggyback races in the middle of the street with her arms around his shoulders, hands on his chest, and her face hiding on his shoulder, everything escalated too quickly in less than three days. It started with the twenty hours on a plane sitting beside him, and it kept going the previous night at the couch as soon as Jas and Daniel went to bed and it kept going during dinner. Maggie wasn’t blind. She knew how handsome and nice Michael was. From the first time she saw him, Maggie knew it well, but she ignored it because she had a boyfriend. Even when she was still dating her ex, she couldn’t not look at Michael when he was around. Something about him was calling her, but every single time Maggie acted like it was nothing, but especially like she wasn’t looking at him. At least it happened until the last race weekend because there was no more boyfriend and she couldn’t stop acting like a lost puppy following Michael around the paddock every second he was free. Maggie tried to play it cool, but then they were in Vegas, alcohol was there over the table, and she couldn’t stop herself. Maggie couldn’t stop herself either when she saw a girl trying to flirt with Michael as they went to grab some drinks for the two of them as her sister and Daniel were dancing. “Fuck the drinks; we can come back later. Come dance with me, cóiste!” was all she needed to whisper in his ear to drag him away from the blond girl and the bar. Maggie wasn’t blind; the blonde was taller and with a better body than hers, but that wasn’t going to be a reason for Maggie to give up on Michael so fast. Especially not after their cuddles on the plane, their almost kiss on the couch, the secret touches at the restaurant and the damn piggyback race. She wasn’t letting him go; no that night, not that week, not that month. Not after having felt his hands squeezing her bare legs to hold her in place as he carried her in the street and her fingers played around his collarbones when she was holding onto him. It wasn’t her fault that Michael decided to wear a shirt with a damn wide neck or that he smelled terrible good. What was her fault was the whole teasing, the dark blue dress she decided to wear that night; how she placed his hands on her hips as they danced together when she dragged him by the hand to the dance floor. It was her fault the way she murmured against his ear and how her hands rested over his chest to turn him insane from the moment they walked into that place. “I can’t believe you were planning to change me for that girl and leave me hanging on my own. I thought we had something special, Mikey!” “We have something special, sweetheart,” he corrected over the loud music. At that moment she felt his hands holding her waist tighter. It was enough to let Maggie know her plan was working. “I could never leave you on your own in such a place. Who knows what kind of guys are around here prowling beautiful girls like you.” If he was trying to send a message to the rest of the guys around, then it was clear and loud. His hands were on her lower back, body too close to hers as they kept talking in each other's ears. ‘Thank God for high heels’ Maggie thought to herself, because the height difference between them wasn’t that bad when she was wearing those sandals. At that exact moment, Maggie was also more than thankful for the fact that her sister and Daniel were slightly drunk and so into each other that they weren’t paying attention to them.

Jas and Daniel were so into them that they decided to leave the club. Maggie was more than happy when the love birds asked Maggie and Michael if they were staying for a bit longer or coming back to the house with them. With a pout on her face and her best puppy face, Maggie asked Michael if they could stay dancing a couple of songs more and maybe have one last drink. Maggie knew she had Michael in her hand when he looked down at her, and then at the couple in front of them to answer that they were staying one more hour at most. Knowing they were on their own was all Maggie needed to put all her cards over the table. She heard the three words conversation between Michael and Daniel when she appeared in the living room in that blue dress. She saw how Michael was looking at her even when Daniel was joking about having to scare away more than one idiot from her side. She noticed how he never moved his legs away when they got so close at the restaurant that their knees were touching, and how his fingers ghosted over the skin right there as he rested his hand on his own leg. Michael smiled and played along when she moved again and his fingers made contact with her skin even for a second. He smiled again when she kissed his cheek when they won the piggyback race. The main reason why Maggie accepted to go on the trip with them was to have fun. That was also the reason why she was there at the club and heaven knew there was nothing she wanted more than to have fun with the handsome Australian in front of her. That was her whole purpose when she grabbed his hands again and moved them even lower in her back as soon as she saw Jas and Daniel were gone. This time, his hands were so low that it would be a joke to say they weren’t right in her ass. The smirk on his face was all she needed to place her hands on his neck and place one tentative kiss on his lips. It was a simple, short peck that ended up with Maggie biting and licking his lower lip for a second. It was enough for Maggie to mark her point. “Are you sure about this?” Michael asked against her lips. Even with the darkness of the club lightened by color lights, Maggie could see how he was looking straight at her eyes. If looks could undress people, she would be naked in that second. Even when his hands were on her ass, thumbs stroking the silky material of her dress and warm bodies glued to each other, Michael was checking one last time to see if she was sure. She knew he was a gentleman, but that’s not what Maggie was needing at that moment. Her only answer was to do exactly the same as before, but this time she didn’t move when she kissed him. This time Michael kissed her back instantly. Maggie couldn’t care less if they were in the middle of a crowded dance floor, so she grabbed his neck and nape to not let him go anywhere away from her. She needed him, and that’s what she got. His warm body was against hers; his hands were squeezing, roaming and holding her to keep her as close as possible, their lips and tongues moving together in perfect sync and with nothing but passion and lust. Maggie couldn’t be happier and hornier. Maggie wasn’t planning to let Michael go for the rest of the night, but she moved away enough to speak against his lips as an evil grin was painted on her face. “I have a doubt”. Michael didn’t speak; he just moved his fingers around as he waited for her to keep talking. “I wonder if your hair would still look perfect after I pull it like my life depends on it while you’re buried between my legs” The smile on his face was enough to answer Maggie, but anyway he went down to her neck to speak and place a kiss right there. “We should head back and figure it out” The ride back home in the taxi they took was like a blur thanks to the messy mix she had for the alcohol and Michael’s kisses. The ten minutes trip looked like ten seconds and ten hours all together. They tried keeping their hands from each other in the backseat, but it was hard. Maggie’s legs were over Michael’s, his right arm around her waist and his left one resting over her legs. Michael was playing with the hem of her dress as they were talking about any stupid thing that could come to their minds. It was their way to not jump into each other at that exact moment, but every time his fingers touched her skin, Maggie felt like she was burning. His fingertips were moving between the blue fabric and the skin of her thighs and all Maggie could think was how it would feel to have those same fingers buried between her legs. She spent a good part of the weekend snuggling beside him in some way or another, but it was never enough. Holding his hand and snuggling by his side on the airplane wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough, just like it wasn’t the night before on the couch as she was practically lying over him. Now it wasn’t enough to be in that taxi with his fingers toying over her. Those were the longest ten minutes of her life. It was like a terrible torture that wasn’t ending fast enough, but the second they were inside the house Maggie felt like she was finally in heaven. They opened and closed the door as carefully as possible, trying to not make any sound. Michael was with his hands glued to his waist and the last thing Maggie needed was Jas or Daniel finding them there. The last thing they also needed was to find Michael kissing her neck, but Maggie couldn’t tell him to stop. She didn’t want him to stop. “Your room or mine?” he whispered in her ear between slow kisses over her pulse point. “Yours. Its further away from theirs” she suggested, looking at the living room in case someone was there. “Even with that we need to keep it quiet” “Sorry baby, but I can’t promise you that” he smiled against her skin, moving down her shoulder the thin strap of her dress and her hair to a side to have a better access to her neck. “Although, I’m sure they’re asleep or practicing to turn us into uncle Mike and aunt Maggie” Maggie couldn’t help but giggle at his comment, but also at the way he called her. Baby. It was the first time he called her baby and she knew there was no way she could ever get tired of hearing that coming from him. Especially not when his lips were on her skin, his hands on her waist and his chest against her back. Maggie turned around in his arms to look at him with a smile on her face. She knew her sister and Daniel were kind of a mess; she heard too many stories while Jas talked with her best friends, so Michael was somehow more than right. Even with that, they needed to keep it quiet. “You’re right, but you’ll have to help me keep myself quiet anyway. Won’t be easy” Like if it was a challenge for him, Michael picked her up and took her to his room. Maggie had to hide her face on his neck to keep herself quiet as she started to giggle softly in anticipation for what was about to happen and for what was actually happening. She was being carried by his almost brother-in-law’s best friend and coach. He was the same man her own sister called a friend and almost a brother. It was wrong and fucked up and her sister would kill them if she knew, but Maggie was happy. She felt like she was in her own personal heaven as they went around the house with her legs around his waist and arms around his neck. Michael’s hands were holding her like he did on the street earlier that night, but this time with his hands right on her ass, like she wished he did earlier.

The second the door to his room got closed, it was the point of not return. The moment her feet touched the floor was the second she was on her knees for him. She would never admit it, but Maggie had been dying to do that for months. She always wondered how it’d be to be on her knees in front of Michael and have him as her mercy. She was dying to know how good it would be like to be at his mercy and do every single thing he asked her to do. She wondered how it would be to taste him, to touch him, to feel him, to hear him. Every single thing Maggie imagined wasn’t as good as the reality she was facing.

Maggie would be lying if she said more than once she wondered what was under all those workout clothes. Ninety percent of the times they saw each other Michael was wearing his work clothes, either was the old Red Bull uniform or the Renault one. Every single time she wondered how it would be to run her hands over those yellow shirts and black pants. Every single time she saw him in the paddock her imagination ran wild, but she never imagined such a view. She couldn’t help but smile as she pulled his jeans down. Even when she was dying of anticipation, she did it in the slowest way possible, running her fingers and nails over his legs. Like a good girl batting her lashes, Maggie asked Michael to get rid of his shirt and shoes and he didn’t even try to make it difficult for her. Suddenly Maggie realized she was on her knees right in front of Michael, who was just wearing his boxers, and she had to thank her lucky stars for everything, but especially for such a view.

Maggie didn’t want to get distracted from the task that got her on her knees. As she looked up and let her hands wander over the elastic of his boxers, she made a mental note to kiss -and bite and lick- every single muscle of his body before the night was over. The smile on her face when she pulled his jeans down just became bigger when she finally moved the remind piece of black cloth from his body. Never in her life Maggie thought she was going to be in front of such a perfect man, naked and waiting for her, but there she was and she wasn’t going to lose her chance to enjoy it.

Maggie heard a ‘baby please’ leave his lips as she started stroking him slowly. She had no idea what time it was, but she had all the damn night and all the time in the world if that meant listening to Michael calling her baby. She heard another breathless ‘Maggie’ as she kissed and licked the tip of his cock, and it was music to her ears. Maggie wanted to take her good time making him a mess of moans, but her impatience won. She started sucking gently, building a rhythm and trying to find the perfect pace. For her happiness she found it, and it was fast. Jackpot.

She looked up and could feel her legs becoming jelly with the view. Nothing could be as good as that. Maggie was absolutely sure nothing was as good as having Michael inside her mouth, as playing with him with her tongue to see what he liked, as looking at him fighting to keep himself quiet as she moved her head and scratched his thighs. Nothing was as amazing as the whole sight of Michael with his cheeks flushed, jaw hanging, chest rising and falling, and pants and briefs around his ankles. Maggie couldn’t help but moan, and press her legs together to get any kind of friction, especially when Michael placed both hands on her head. As her left hand scratched his thigh, Maggie used her right one to stroke the base of his cock as she couldn’t fit it in her mouth. She was trying to relax her mouth and throat as much as possible, but he was the biggest she ever had, and Maggie was over the moon. As Maggie stroked, licked and sucked him, Michael used his hands to go with the movement of her head. Michael didn’t pull her hair or push her head; he just held her. It was his gentle way to tell her to keep going in the same way as he was biting his lip to keep the moans from leaving his lips.

That night, Maggie started learning how to read Michael. He was always a composed and calmed man, but that night she could see all that slowly leaving his body. She could see in first row how he was losing the calm, and she was happy and proud to be the one causing it. Suddenly Michael wasn’t holding her hair; he was grabbing it with a tight grip that wasn’t enough to hurt her but was enough to make her go feral. She could see how he was trying to keep his hip in place to not fuck her face, so Maggie decided it was time to end his suffering. As long as she was on the floor it was all about him, so she started to speed up the pace and hollowed her cheeks, ready to make him cum in her mouth, but Michael stopped her.

Before Maggie could react or even think about how it happened, Michael pulled off her mouth and got her back on her feet. They were both a mess of fast breaths and big smiles as Michael kicked his jeans and boxers away from his legs and got on her knees for her. It was his payback to take her heels off her shoes in the slowest way possible and then move to her panties. His fingertips ghosted all the way up her legs until his hands were under her skirt and rested them over her hips.

“You sure?” he asked in a whisper, looking up at her eyes as his thumbs stroked her skin right where the thin elastic of her panties was resting. Maggie knew he was looking for any kind of doubt on her face, but Maggie smiled and nodded. She couldn’t help but stroke his cheek and hair with her fingers because he was beautiful. Michael was this handsome, big, incredible strong man, how was leaning against her hands like a puppy and she couldn’t believe it. She knew the whole situation was going to be a problem the next day, but as Michael kissed the palm of her hand, Maggie couldn’t care less about it.

“You had to go and wear this thing tonight, uh?” he breathed against the skin of her arm as he slowly moved down and took off her panties. Once she saw the small piece of cloth off her legs and forgotten on the floor, Maggie felt absolutely naked even when she was still wearing her dress. It sent shivers down her back, and it just made her smile wider. “Can you lay down for me, sweetheart?” Sweetheart. He was trying to kill her. Maggie looked at Michael as he got up from the floor and she went to lay down in the middle of the bed like he asked. “You like it enough to not take if off me?” she wondered, getting comfortable in the middle of the bed and resting her head on the pillows. “For now,” he affirmed, kneeling in the bed right in front of her. “Comfy there?”. Maggie suddenly was out of breath, so instead of answering with words she nodded as Michael stroked her legs carefully. Comfortable wasn’t enough to describe it; she was actually in heaven. “You have a doubt to solve, right?” Her answer was to spread her legs and smile as she looked right at his eyes. Maggie always joked, saying she could see all over her sister’s face how the sex life was incredible. The constant ‘my boyfriend is too good in bed’ grin always on Jas’ face was enough for Maggie to notice. Jas always joked about not really knowing what really good sex was until Daniel walked into her life. They always joked saying Maggie should try getting herself an Aussie to see if it was the Australian blood, but what Maggie never expected was to check that fact with Michael. It wasn’t her plan, but then she saw Michael getting lost under the blue fabric of the skirt.

She had no idea if it was the Australian blood or if it was Michael, but it was magic. He grabbed her hands and placed them on his head so she could solve her doubt, and he held her legs with both hands on her tights. It was her automatic response to grasp his hair and turn it into a little perfect mess that Maggie intended to make even worse. He started with short licks with the tip of his tongue over her clit and it felt like he was preparing her for what was about to come. Maggie knew she was supposed to keep it quiet, but she couldn’t and moaned the second she left his tongue over her. His stubble was scratching over her soft skin, and she knew it was going to leave marks over her thighs, but she couldn’t care less. When the short licks turned into his flat tongue over her, Maggie melted and turned into a mess of whimpers. It was a mix of licks, kisses and bites that had her back curling and her chest heaving. She could hear and feel him moaning against her entrance when she gripped his hair tighter. The sensation only made Maggie roll her hips against his face. He played and fucked her with his tongue until Maggie saw nothing but white behind her eyelids. She came right into his mouth, his name leaving her lips again and again as Michael kept going until she came down from her high.  She thought Michael was done and that he was finally going to fuck her, but he had other plans. He moved all the way up her body, covering her in praises and kisses. After he took off her dress and threw it somewhere over the floor, he sucked, pinched and kissed her breast and chest; he kept repeating how wonderful, beautiful and good she was. He whispered how good she tasted, how good she looked as she came, and how he couldn’t wait to feel her all around him. Maggie had no idea what her next plan was, but she could swear he could make him cum again with all those sweet nothings he was saying. Before Maggie could even think, Michael was covering her moans with a mind-blowing kiss as he started to fuck her, but this time with his fingers. Maggie held onto his neck and back like her life was depending on it, and maybe it was. He stroked her clit with his thumb in a perfect circular motion and pushed two fingers deep inside her. Michael had her crumbling in his arms as a soft ‘Such a good girl’ left his mouth at the same time his fingers reached every perfect spot inside her. Maggie almost felt ashamed of how easily Michael could make her get undone, but she loved it. He was able to read her like a book, to be able to break her into pieces and them put her together all over again in an instant. That was exactly what he did. He made her come again, tongues and lips moving together so she wouldn’t let anyone know what they were doing. “I had no idea I had a thing for praising, but here I am. Congrats, babe, you unlocked a new kink in me” Maggie said out of breath, opening her eyes to find Michael with a happy smile on his face.

He laughed softly against her neck as his fingertips moved between her stomach and chest, making her skin get goosebumps for the sensation. “I’m happy to help, baby girl. That’s why I’m here” he smiled, moving from her neck to peck her lips. “I thought you were here to fuck me, mate. And to make me find new kinks” Maggie joked, laughing against his lips and trying to not think of the warm feeling inside her stomach that was cause thanks to Michael. The sex was helping to make that feeling grow, but she knew it wasn’t just that. It was Michael, his smile, his shiny eyes, and the way he was looking at her. He was too perfect and she liked him too fucking too much, but she just couldn’t admit it. Michael laughed with Maggie as he placed one arm around her waist to bring her closer to him and the other one her cheek, stroking her skin with his thumb. “You’re a hundred percent sure? Because we're gonna cross a line and I don’t want you to regret it, sweetheart” He had to be a gentleman even now. Her thing that night was to answer with actions instead of with words. Maggie placed both hands on his neck and kissed him. She moved her lips over his, trying to make him understand that she wanted him. There was nothing she wanted more than to feel his warm body over hers, and that’s what they did. The second Michael got inside her; Maggie forgot the world existed. That night, as Michael stretched and fitted her perfectly, Maggie understood the ‘I had no idea what good sex was until I slept with an Australian’. She couldn’t remember one time in her life feeling like that. She couldn’t remember feeling so happy, excited, liked and so full. His mouth, his hands and his whole being were everywhere and she loved it. She loved to have him over and inside her, making her forget about everything outside that room. She loved to have him whispering how she needed to keep it quiet, but then moving in the most wonderful way to make her want to scream loud enough for the whole neighborhood to find out. She would never admit it to anyone, not even to Michael, but being there with him was her new favorite feeling in the world. Her mind went to a different place as Michael asked where she wanted him to cum. For Maggie it was a no-brainer. Her mouth whispered the word ‘inside’ before her mind could ever process it. There was no other answer or other option in that moment. She needed to feel him in every single way, and that included him filling her. It was never an option with any other guy she was with before, but Michael wasn’t just some guy. That was also the reason why Maggie started to beg for something for the first time in her life. She was never one to beg for anything, especially not with a man. She never imagined herself doing it, but she would do it every single day if he was the one making her moan and fucking her like he was doing it. She asked for it until she felt Michael smiling against her neck and murmuring a ‘you’re gonna be the death of me, baby’ that made her moan again, but this time thanks to the sound of his voice. Her third orgasm hit her even harder than the other two. Michael was holding her hair and neck as he moved again and again, hitting every spot inside her. Her legs were around his waist, hands holding onto his back, trying as hard as possible to not scratch and mark his skin, chests pressed together, and it was perfect. It was the most beautiful sensation in the world and she wanted to be there forever, but then she could feel it. She could feel the pressure building inside her stomach and Michael kissing and moaning in her ear did the trick. It took everything in her to not yell as she came. Maggie had to bury her face on his neck as her entire body shook. It was too much, but it was incredible. He came right after her, and they stayed holding onto each other until their breaths calmed down.

Michael moved away from her to rest on his elbows and not crush her, but he never moved his body away from her. They just stayed there, warm bodies still connected as they just looked, and smiled at each other. For a second Maggie thought about telling Michael how much she liked him, but she didn’t want to ruin the moment. She knew they couldn’t let that happen again, and she had no idea if for him it was just a one-night stand thing, so she decided to shut up and fix the mess she had made in his hair. “I guess it would have been funnier to pull your hair when it was long, but it's nice to know it's not always perfect” Maggie smiled, placing his hair to his normal and usual style to the side. “You could let it grow again. Long-haired Michael was really, really cute” The sound of his soft laugh reasoning around the bedroom was something so beautiful that it made Maggie's heart skip a beat. It happened every time he heard him laugh, but the fact that he was over and inside her made it even better. Especially when his smile was dedicated to her and only to her. “I’m not doing that. Not even because you asked me and believe me, it's really hard to say no to you when I’m still inside you, sweetheart” Michael pointed, kissing her neck and biting her pulse point carefully to not leave a mark. “Talking about that, we should move. I don’t want you to, but we should” Maggie whispered as she let her finger stroke his back and his jaw. When Michael just laid himself over her again, Maggie knew it was going to be a difficult task to let go, especially because instead of pushing him away, she decided to hug him. “C’mon, babe. I need to go. We can’t let them see me here” "Stay the night?” Michael asked in a whisper, leaving soft kisses all over her neck and shoulders. “I promise I’ll wake you up early so you can sneak back to your room” Michael asking her to stay took Maggie by surprise. She wanted to stay. Heaven knew she wanted to, but the risk was too big. “If they find out, they’ll kill us, Mike. Fuck, we can’t even do this again”

Michael got up on his shoulders again to look at her and his tired, puppy eyes knocked her out. She couldn’t say no to that face. No when he looked and felt so soft and he was so warm and handsome. No when his fingertips moved over her collarbones and moved her hair to the back to have more free space to kiss her skin. “More in my favor. If it’s the only time, then let's not act like this is a one-night stand between strangers. There’s no need to run to a cold bed. You’re gonna get cold and that’s not good”. That’s was all he needed to say to make her stay. “You’re very good at convincing people” When Michael realized that was her way to say yes, his whole face lit up even more. “That’s one of my superpowers” he affirmed, pecking her lips and finally getting out of her slowly, making Maggie miss him at that same instant. “You stay here,” he said as he got out of bed and into the in-suit bathroom.

Michael went back in a second with a towel and in no time cleaned the mess between her legs, kissing her legs here at there in the process. Maggie smiled like a happy girl as she looked at him, all big, and strong Michael taking such good care of her seemed like a dream. He was moving carefully as if she could break, when moments earlier he was about to break her right in the same spot. “Good at convincing people and a gentleman. And incredibly good in bed” she giggled as he got rid of the towel and Maggie got under the sheet to cover her naked body. She wasn’t in the mood to even put on her panties, so if someone found them at least they were going to be covered with something. “I’m a man of many talents, beautiful Maggie” he smiled as he got in bed with her, following her lead and not even bothering to put on his underwear. “I can also keep you warm at night if you’re interested,” he said, opening his arms for her to snuggle right there beside him. Maggie took the offer, resting her hand over his chest and her head on his shoulder as their legs tangled messily. “I still don't know how you get cold in summer, but that’s not happening tonight. Not under my watch” “It's the air conditioner. I fucking hate it, but then I can’t live without it. I’m Gemini, babe” she explained while shrugging her shoulders and kissing his neck.

“I guess it's that then” Michael spoke softly as he stroked her shoulder and her hand over his chest. “I really enjoyed tonight. Even if it can't happen again. It was really good fun” “It was indeed”. Maggie took a deep breath as she could feel the second part of the terrible conversation coming. She didn’t want to. She didn’t want to say it, but she knew she had to, and it was better if they did it in that moment. “You know we can’t tell anyone about this, right? It has to be our secret” She could feel his chest raising and falling as he took a deep breath and kissed her forehead. He didn’t like that conversation, either. “You really think your sister is gonna kill us?” Maggie tightened the grip around his waist when she thought about it. There was no way Jas wasn’t going to kill them, but especially her. “Her sister fucking one of her boyfriend’s best friends who’s also her friend. Not even mentioning we’re like family. She’s gonna bury me in the desert for sure” “It doesn’t sound that bad. I mean, its sex, it's not like we eloped and got married or something”

Maggie knew he was right. It was sex, but it wasn’t something between strangers who met at a bar. She knew her sister like the back of her hand so she knew what Jas would say if she knew. Maggie could hear in her mind her sister’s voice saying ‘From all the guys in this world you had to go and fuck Mike’. Maggie could hear her sister threatening them and telling them to not fuck it up because there was no way she would let her relationship suffer collateral damage for their little game. “No, it doesn’t, but I know Jas. I’m her sister and you’re one of her best friends and she loves us, but Danny is Danny. That’s her priority. She’s not gonna let anyone risk or put that in danger. I can’t blame her, tho. I’d do the same if I had something like they had. So yeah, nobody can know about this thing” she finished, giving his waist a squeeze. “What thing?” Michael asked, smiling against her skin and kissing her forehead. Maggie couldn’t help but smile too. “My man” She shouldn’t have stayed in his bed.

Maggie was happy she did it, but then it was the terrible reality of having to leave that bed. She woke up to see Michael already awake, lying on his side, looking at her through half-opened eyelids. His sleepy face took her breath away again, because he was always handsome, but sleepy Michael was something else. He was extra soft and extra warm and she didn’t want to leave. The worst part was not knowing how she was going to ignore the happiness that it was giving her to snuggle up against Michael’s warm skin and have his arms around her. Maggie couldn’t ignore the happiness that it gave her to see his messy hair in the morning, but she had to push it to a side of her brain. Or she could let it be for five minutes more. She decided to let their happy bubble live for five minutes more as she kissed his chest and buried her face on his neck to cover it from the light coming through the windows. “Please tell me it's not midday” “No, it's not” he spoke softly, kissing her head. “It's 7.30. I was planning to wake you up at 8” Maggie let out a breath she had no idea she was holding when she heard the hour. There was no way Daniel and Jas would be awake, but they couldn’t tempt destiny. “I should go back” she whispered, deep down trying to convince herself to leave the bed. She knew she had to run from there. She needed to sneak out and go to her room to pretend the best night of her life never happened, but she had no idea how she was going to do to leave him.

As soon as those words left her mouth, she felt Michael tighten his grip around her body. What she also felt was his smile against her forehead. “You know, we have at least two hours until the Ricciardos are up...” “You have anything in mind to lose some time?” she purred, moving enough to look at his eyes. Maggie knew it was exactly the opposite of what she had to do. She knew she had to look for excuse to get up and leave. She knew she needed to dress up and leave, but she also knew it was going to be the last time. If that was the last time, at least she wanted a goodbye party.  “Give me an hour and I’ll show you” That was the perfect excuse to stay in bed for at least half an hour more.

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tommyfroggie · 2 years

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Chapter Two: Why are you doing this?

Summary: A date with Tom to his favorite club turns out.. not how you expected.

Pairing: Mob!Tom Holland x Mob!FemReader {Mafia AU}

Warnings: fluff, light angst, drug use, OVERDOSE.

Word Count: 1.8K

NO CHOICE MASTERLIST

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This is exactly what the message said:

Hey y/n, I'm sure you've heard all about our arrangement. I can't wait to see you soon. I'd like to spend some time with you before we get married. Also, I already have your number, of course, but I dm'd you because you might have freaked out.

Even though he couldn't see it, you rolled your eyes so hard that they could have come out. Just as you were about to reply back something venomous, another text appeared from your dad.

Be nice to him, he's a good bloke.

You rolled your again, but then you decided to go along with it. What could be worse than being friendly, gaining his trust and then ripping everything off completely. You figured you'd let him fall in love with you slowly and then you'd just run away. Maybe to Vegas, forever.

So, you texted him back very politely.

Hey Tom. I can't wait to see you beforehand either, why don't we meet at the club near my house tomorrow at 8. I'm assuming you know where my house is. And, you can text me on my number :)

Maybe the smily face was a bit too much but whatever.

Great, I'll pick you up tomorrow.

You shut your phone and sighed loudly. You even tried to go to sleep but you couldn't. You were afraid he'd come in your dreams if you did.

As you were putting on a bit of light makeup to go, your dad entered your room, without knocking, might I add.

"Can you fucking knock?"

"You're going out with Tom?" He asked blankly.

"Well, yeah. I'm not just going to see him for the first time and marry him on the day. At least I would like to get to know him" You spat, while continuing on your face.

"Okay, have a good time" Did he seriously just say that and leave? You had put on a low cut, shiny dress, paired with your diamond bracelets, black heels and a limited edition purse.

Just then, Andrew said from your outside your door "Ma'am, a car is here for you"

"Great" You mumbled sarcastically as you admired yourself one last time in your full length mirror before leaving.

The car was a complete black, with tinted windows and of course it was very expensive. You had a collection of your own personal cars as well.

When you got in the car, you expected to see a driver but it was Tom himself. What a gentleman move. He's going to drive you himself. Poor guy is going to be destroyed when you leave him.

"Hey" You smiled.

"Hey, darling. You look gorgeous" His chocolate brown eyes scanned you up and down.

"Thanks, you look great yourself" You stuttered out. He does have a way with words. He was wearing a classy button up shirt with a maroon blazer and pants, paired with a glinting Rolex of course. All that with his slicked back hair and sharp jawline, he looked gorgeous too, in fact.

The club was five minutes away but you noticed he took a turn before it.

"Where are we going?" You asked.

"Change of plans. I'm taking you to my favourite club, you'll love it"

"Okay" You mumbled. His thick, British accent was like music to your ears.

Most of the ride was silent until he slowly crept a hand over your thigh. "Is this okay, darling?" He asked ever so softly, looking at you.

And oh fuck did that 'darling' do something to your insides. "Y-yeah" you replied and he smiled at you, giving your thigh a light squeeze.

It's funny how your motive for the day was 'Seduce and Destroy', yet somehow his charm had you wrapped around his finger already.

There was still a few minutes to reach so you just asked him the question. "This- This is so weird for me I- I never knew you were-"

"A feared Mob Boss?" He completed your sentence as you nodded.

"Heh. So I've been told. I didn't know about you either, until a few months ago"

"I always just thought you're an actor with a frog in your mouth" You mumbled the last part.

"Wowwww not you too!" He pretended to be highly offended and his boyish behavior made you laugh, which made him laugh too.

You two made light conversation for the rest of the way as he explained to you that acting was always his first interest but, he knew he had to run the Mob too. He mastered keep the two of those separate parts of life over the years. In turn, you explained to him how music was always something you loved but you also loved the Mob more and look forward to completely running soon.

You two exchanged quite a few jokes and you realized that you hadn't laughed or opened up like this to anyone in ages. You had also completely forgotten about your promises to yourself by the time you reached.

It was quite a huge place, seemed welcoming. You could hear the music blasting from inside. He surprised you, AGAIN, by stepping out of his car first and rushing to your door to help you out. Damn, he's really just being the sweetest person possible. Heh, that's not good.

You accepted his hand and gave him a smile as you stepped out. Was that a genuine smile? Fuck. But how could you not?

There was a large line outside but he slipped a hand around your waist and gave one quick look to the guard, enough for him to let you two in at once. The vibes the place gave were simply amazing. The blinding lights with aesthetic frames and teal sofas around tables were a great touch. The music playing was not your type but it was all great otherwise. You could see why he liked it.

You two sat down on one of the tables, close to each other as he ordered the drinks. "You like it?" He asked hopefully.

"Yeah. I can see why you like it" You repeated your thought from earlier. You made a mental note to not drink a lot. You had to be in your senses. As your drinks came, you both made conversation and you don't know why, but you opened up about how you've never done anything like this before, the whole dates and relationships thing, not with your hectic life.

At that, he gently took your hand and said "It's okay, darling. I'm here to teach you anything and everything. We're in this together." And my god, you melted right there. Then, maybe you lost control and downed the alcohol. You took him by his wrist and led him ro dance floor in between a shit ton of people. He licked his lips, eyes filled with lust as he watched you shamelessly grind your ass against his front, you could feel his gun on the side of his pants. He placed his hand on your waist, enjoying every second of your hips moving to the beat.

And then, he just... turned you around and pressed his lips against yours. You wanted to back away, you really did, but you just couldn't. It was like euphoria. It felt surreal. Like your lips were made for each other, oh the way they perfectly molded.

"Fuck, your lips taste amazing" He mumbled while diving his tongue in to explore your mouth as you moaned into the kiss, your hands wrapping around his neck. You didn't want to, it was intoxicating, but a few seconds later you both had to break apart for air.

He placed his forehead against yours as you both stared into each other's eyes, it was like everything else around you in that moment, stopped. And weirdly enough, a soft song was playing. You couldn't help but lean up and give another small peck on his lips as he smiled.

At this point, your mind was on overdrive. Anxiety was oozing out of you, but you hid it well. Your brain was filled with the thoughts.

'What is wrong with me?!'

'Why did I do that??'

'He's the enemy!'

'He's so fucking...pretty though'

'FUCK!'

You both didn't talk much after it and a few minutes later, it was 2.30 in the morning and time to leave. Before you two went outside, you blurted out the question. The temptation was too much to not give in. "W-Why are you doing this?" You didn't dare make eye contact with him.

He was shocked at your sudden question but he knew it needed to be answered. "I just- I fell in love with you the moment I first saw you and when I learnt you're my enemy's fucking daughter. I just had to. I had an opportunity to make you mine, so I did" He said, boldly.

His words shocked you, making your anxiety a hundred times worse. You just nodded sadly as he led you out. It was all getting too much. The person you're supposed to hate kissed you and you couldn't help but kiss back. He also admitted his love for you on the first day of meeting you and of course, you couldn't say it back. Of course you didn't love him. Yet. But there was something deep down in you. Maybe a feeling, a little affection for the British boy. You hated yourself for it. You didn't even know him yet, with his charm, he didn't even seem like a Mob boss.

So, as you were about to get in the car, "Hey, I'm just gonna to the restroom for a bit. Y-You could wait in the car"

"Yeah sure" He said as he got in and you rushed to one of the bathroom stalls in the pub, locking yourself in. Your hands wete shaking at this point. You fumbled and took out your entire packet of pills from inside you bra and flushed them down your throat. You felt the relief, but you also felt your vision blur and next thing, you passed out on the bathroom floor, foamy drugs oozing out of your mouth.

You'd been gone for 15 minutes now and Tom was starting to get worried. He grabbed his loaded gun and made his way back inside. He could make out which stall you were in, because of the diamonds shining from underneath.

"Y/n?" He knocked gently. When he received no response, he knocked again, harsher this time. No response again. He could tell something was really wrong. It was probably instinct. He pushed hard against the door and it broke down at once, revealing your passed out, overdosed figure by the wall surface.

"Fuck!! Y/n! No, no, no, shit!"

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a/n: Uh oh. That's not good.

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nightingaelic · 2 years

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nightingaelic's definitive list of Fallout blorbos

(based on this post, thanks for the idea @ceilingcow)

Quick Guide

blorbo: My favorite character, the character I think about the most

scrunkly: My baby, the character that gives me cuteness aggression, friend-shaped

scrimblo bimblo: Underrated, unappreciated favorite

glup shitto: Obscure favorite, character that could pop up in the background for a millisecond and I won't shut up about it for weeks

poor little meow meow: Problematic favorite, unpopular favorite, controversial favorite, maybe even a pathetic favorite

horse plinko: The character I would torment for fun

eeby deeby: The character I would send to superhell

Fallout 3

blorbo: Sarah Lyons

I just want to give this girl a hug. She's so like the Lone Wanderer in that she didn't choose any of this. Dad up and makes a decision that drags you away from whatever future you might have made for yourself and forces you down another path... sound familiar? I doubly dwell on this woman because of Bethesda's baffling decision to kill her off-screen. Give me the messy in-between

scrunkly: Fawkes

I want to hole up in the Arlington Library with this guy and just read. Start a wasteland book club, wander around the Capital Wasteland as a traveling pair of librarians, teach wastelanders to read, lend out books and collect new ones as Aqua Pura starts to make its way outward and ease everyone's lives a little bit. I want Fawkes to find himself in the stories that survive. I want to give him a hug, too.

scrimblo bimblo: Nadine

Maybe this is just me, but there's something wonderful about the Point Lookout DLC focusing on a girl who voluntarily ran off to seek her fortune. Sure, maybe she wound up in some hot water along the way, but I still love her so much. And she got a boat out of the ordeal! Absolute tomboy queen. We need more Nadine content in general, Fallout fanscape

glup shitto: Sydney & Emaline

Hey, remember Sydney? The cute treasure hunter who got stuck in the National Archives while looking for the Declaration of Independence? The one with the missing dad who's sick of men hitting on her and who takes the caps from her contract to go open a weapons shop in Underworld? Remember her girlfriend, Emaline, who helps her kick your ass if you double-cross her? Does anybody remember? PLEASE

poor little meow meow: Clover

I want to put her in therapy. That's it, I just feel bad for her. I want her to work through everything she's seen and come out the other side. I know the world of Fallout sliding back into slavery makes sense, but it's just so painful to see.

horse plinko: Butch DeLoria

Butch spent ages being a dick in Vault 101, I'm not letting him off the hook just because he was nice one time when I saved his mom. I don't want him to bite the dust, I just want him to spend some time living in the cold and the rust and the radiation before he gets his redemption arc.

eeby deeby: Jericho

Justice for Jenny.

Fallout New Vegas

blorbo: Veronica Santangelo

I want the world for this woman. I want her to keep skipping around the Mojave making friends in odd places, looking for fashionable duds and punching anyone who dares intrude on her good day. I want her people to realize the error of their ways and welcome her home, change their whole Codex around, track down Christine and officiate a wedding where Veronica gets to wear the laciest, frilliest, whitest dress she can find and kiss the girl of her dreams. I want this so badly it hurts, and that makes it hurt all the more to know that it just can't happen.

scrunkly: ED-E

Squeeze him, squeeze the friendly orb

scrimblo bimblo: Ulysses

I could honestly drop this man into the "poor little meow meow" category because I know he's got a questionable past of his own, but I just don't see as many fan works and discussions about him as I do about Joshua Graham. Which is a DAMN SHAME, because he is just as ripe for thematic parallels, redemption stories and memes as the Burned Man, I will die on this hill

glup shitto: Roxie

She is NOT just a Rex knock-off, I want so badly to take her back to the Lucky 38 and just give her a room full of cushions to sleep on and all the dog bones in the world to gnaw through, such a good girl

poor little meow meow: Joshua Graham

Is he a Mormon bastard who ruined a shit ton of lives? Yes. Is he professedly repentant but practically unrepentant? Absolutely. Does his entire DLC reek of tropes I'd like to burn and toss into the Grand Canyon? You bet. Do I still want to throw him into circumstances that test his faith, twist his spine and turn him into something worthy of all the horny fan art I keep seeing of him? Please, God, take this man away from me before he rots my brain any further

horse plinko: Vulpes Inculta

Listen, is it too much to ask for all of Vulpes' best-laid plans to be completely wrecked by the courier and friends in the wasteland's most ridiculous comedy of errors? I just want to imagine him having to report to Caesar over and over with his tail between his legs while Caesar gets progressively more and more angry with him. What do you mean, the Omertas were overthrown by their own prostitutes and strippers

eeby deeby: Robert House

It's not that I dislike House as a character, I just hate him as a person. Suck my dick, Elon Howard Hughes Musk

Fallout 4

blorbo: Robert Joseph MacCready

Just look at his hat and his goatee and his eyes and his cheekbones and his dumbass coat with only one sleeve and his everything... stinky rat bastard men, why do I love you so

scrunkly: Dogmeat

Danse, Curie, Hancock, Preston, Piper, everyone, I'M SORRY, he's too cute, certified good boy (TM)

scrimblo bimblo: Isabel Cruz & Kasumi Nakano

This is a toss-up, and also I ship these two. Of all the fics I've never written, my most beloved is a story about Kasumi and Isabel meeting through radio contact and falling in love. I've worked it in here or there in my main fic series, but it's always at the back of my mind.

glup shitto: Chase

So you're telling me that there is only ONE (1) lady Courser in this game, and she doesn't have some amazing stories about being the only woman in a sea of men with the same face, or some bomb-ass dialogue with X6-88 about why she decided to run, or anything, ANYTHING, good god I want more of her so badly

poor little meow meow: Arthur Maxson

Heir to everything that's left of the Brotherhood, Mary Sue who went from accidentally shooting Sarah Lyons to killing a deathclaw singlehandedly in three years, egotist who decided it was a good idea to fly out to an area where he wasn't wanted, literal messiah figure among some shadowy sections of his order- the Arthur Maxson in my head is infinitely more interesting than the Arthur Maxson in this game, but that's enough to make me write a whole damn AO3 series about the man and fill in the gaps. Who's the real loser here? Still me? Fine

horse plinko: Proctor Quinlan

I just like imagining how this man's life is eternally being interrupted by Brotherhood jocks who don't get why they're being assigned to escort a Scribe instead of going to fight raiders, who keep stealing the latest holotape acquisitions because it's a new song or story to pass around, who give the head of the Order of the Quill so much shit but absolutely dote upon his cat- the possibilities are endless

eeby deeby: Father

Ugh, I take zero responsibility for this nightmare, who raised you

Fallout 76

blorbo: Sofia Daguerre

Commander, let me cuddle you in my CAMP when it's cold and read through the box of comic books I found for you- let me tell you all about the real Mistress of Mystery, all my cramped years I spent in the vault and how lost I felt when the door finally opened, how even if I was lost, I still finally felt free, and how beautiful your face looked in the light of that bunker's glowing mushrooms

scrunkly: Beckett

Yet another stinky rat bastard man, combining the sunglasses of Boone, the dialogue of Deacon, the leather jacket of Butch and the angst of all three. You're so awkward, Beckett, don't ever stop

scrimblo bimblo: Burke & Weasel

Another toss-up, I just love Burke's general presence and Weasel's callous covering for genuine concern about her friends. I want more of both. Also, nonbinary and AAC representation!

glup shitto: The Motherlode

MOMMY

poor little meow meow: Penny Hornwright

I realize that this is me being hypocritical because of how I treated House, and Penny is just another unfeeling industrialist who drove the world to destruction and somehow got away with it, but she's also, just, PROFOUNDLY sad. I can't get over how sad her story is at heart. She lost her father to his own mind before the bombs fell, she lost the love of her life and her child, she lost her beauty and her wealth and any semblance of a world where her name mattered, beyond angry and scared whispers. You DO NOT need to feel sorry for her, but I do. Just a little.

horse plinko: Johnny Weston

How did this man fail so spectacularly upward, how did he wind up on the Vault 79 heist team and think that his pre-war criminal record wouldn't matter, how did Meg actually fall for this jackass, and why aren't there more options to mess with him for the fun of it? I want to steal his tuxedos. I want to dig up old holotapes of his bad acting and screen them for Crater. I want to sic Ra-Ra and Gail on his bunk with a roll of toilet paper and a pack of sidewalk chalk.

eeby deeby: Doctor Edgar Blackburn

Give Keith Szarabajka a better role, next time. Or at least a better-written one.

#fallout #my blorbos from my shows #fallout 3 #fallout 4 #fallout new vegas #fallout 76 #fo3 #fo4 #fnv #fo76

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thesmokingguns · 3 years

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Off To the Races

Pairing: Nikki Sixx!Douglas Booth

Request: Off To The Races by Lana Del Rey

Summary: You are my one true love. She is there for him at all of his worst moments. Coaxing him through his high, making him smile and laugh. She’s at parties dancing with her red smile calling for him. She’s swimming in the pool when he’s drunk and stoned. She’s there through it all. No ones loved Nikki like her. All consuming. His only thought. She is his entire world. And his works is crumbling.

Warning: Heavy themes of drug use, drug induced hallucinations, alcohol abuse, suicidal thoughts.

Word Count: 2270

Taglist: @littlemisscare-all @ayablackwood @agroupiewhore@thenobodies-inc @dannasixxworld @val-sixx@nikkisqueenofsleaze @rocknrollsoul76 @aggressive-slytherin

My old man is a bad man, but

I can't deny the way he holds my hand

And he grabs me, he has me by my heart

He doesn't mind I have a Las Vegas past

He doesn't mind I have a L.A. crass way about me

He loves me, with every beat of his cocaine heart

My eyes are heavy, fingers twisting the belt around my arm to loosen the pressure. The needle drops to the floor, the carpet holding any sound in. Blinking, looking around the cramped closet I see my journal, my revolver, and more smack for after this dosage.

What a life.

My head rolls back smacking the wood paneling with a dull thud that vibrates through me. My hands shaking, waves of fingers in front of me. There’s a bit of blood coming from the injection pin prick in my arm and I’m find myself stumbling to my feet, sweeping the gun off the floor and tucking it in the waistband of my jeans as I head to the bathroom.

It’s washing over me, the feeling I’m always chasing. The fleeting moment of happiness is like a warm blanket wrapping itself around me.

The giggle stops me in my tracks, eyes searching the hallway searching for her. I thought she had left after our last fight. She called me a quitter and was mad I was giving up my partying ways. She loved to have a good time and she thought I was giving up on her.

Guess she was wrong.

The flash of brown hair catches my attention and I’m stumbling, laughing as I chase her through the house. Her laughter was infectious and made me forget about the blood dripping down my forearm.

In the kitchen she turns, giving me that megawatt smile that felt like my heart was feeling something other than the melancholy that usually filled it. She stops and lets me catch her, letting me wrap my arms around her holding her close to me. Smelling the exotic sweetness of her hair as she engulfs me with her golden skin, bangles tinkling down her arms like a musical number.

Safe and warm, happiness and euphoria of her presence with me here. The place that was my Mecca of solitude. Pulling back, confused for a second I try to think about how she got here.

“How did you get in?” As if she senses the confusion in my voice she kisses me, giving me no doubt she is here with me. Warm and solitude against my skin, fire in my veins.

“You let me in.” She purred, letting her mouth kiss along my jawline. Soft hot breath tickling me as she pressed against me, bumping the gun as she rolled her body against mine. “It looks like you’re locked and loaded, ready to go.” Her hands in my hair as she’s touching parts of me I forgot existed.

God I missed this.

Swimmin' pool glimmerin', darling

White bikini off with my red nail polish

Watch me in the swimmin' pool, bright blue ripples

You sittin', sippin' on your Black Cristal, oh yeah

Light of my life, fire of my loins

Be a good baby, do what I want

Light of my life, fire of my loin

I wake up with a gasp.

What time is it? What day is it? Where am I?

Looking around, frantic panic as I realize I’m asleep in the lawn chair by the pool. An empty bottle of Jack Daniels is smashed beside me, glass decorating the concrete in sharp glares of warning.

The sound of a splash throws me off and there she is. Her brown hair wet as she rests her elbows outside the pool, placing her head in her hands with that gleaming smile.

“Well hello sleepyhead. Did you have good dreams?” I don’t know if she’s asking out of kindness or mocking me. I’m drenched in sweat, possibly from falling asleep in the LA afternoon but most likely from the night terrors that always haunt me.

I dreamt I was running. From who or from what was the issue. Everything in my brain was foggy. My eyes snapped up at the setting sun. Has it been a full day already? Was it longer?

The phone rang from inside the house and I knew it must be someone from the band calling or my drug dealer. One of those felt more important than the other and I wasn’t ready to admit which one that was.

I got up, swearing as a piece of glass cut open my door, glaring as she giggle and dipped under the water. A trail of blood followed me into the house as I picked up the phone.

“Hello.” My voice felt gruff and it hurt to talk, like I hadn’t used it in a while. My head was killing me and I felt ready to throw up.

What the fuck had I been doing?

“Jesus Nikki, we’ve been trying to reach you for a week.” A week? I had lost hours, maybe a day here and there but a whole week. Jesus Christ. “Are you okay man? Why don’t you come out tonight with us?” Tommy was begging me and I sighed.

I was embarrassed. I didn’t want everyone to see me when I had been on a bender. I hadn’t seen what I looked like yet but I was sure that it was like hell.

“I don’t know, T-Bone. I think I have the flu or something. I just don’t feel great.” It wasn’t exactly a lie.

Something fluttered beside me and there she was. A white dress on her thin frame. How had she dried off and changed so quickly? Was I loosing more time? Eyes shining as she held out a silver platter of white powder. She loved to party and must have known that my band would want to see me out. At least if I was doing coke with them they didn’t have to worry about finding me dead.

“Where are you going to be?” I relented, watching her twirl. The energy coming off her was exhilarating and I wanted to join her in the ever present state of delight.

My nose was down against the lines, snorting messily, my brain burning, eyes widening as I sniffed a few times to get the whole lot out of my nose. Wiping and then turning to her.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and ready to go out on the town.” She was leading me to the bathroom. My blood rushing everywhere as I was alive and awake and fucking ready to party.

I need you to come here and save me

I'm your little scarlet, starlet, singin' in the garden

Kiss me on my open mouth

Ready for you

Why had I agreed to go to a club?

In the booth we had a mess of drugs, pills and coke scattered on the table like appetizers. Bottles of booze and half empty beer bottles added to the maze of debauchery.

How long have I been here?

I couldn’t remember driving or even getting to the club. All I could remember was hands all over me in the shower, washing the filth off myself. The gentle voice reminded me to wear long sleeves to hide my track marks.

My eyes searched for her. In the sea of women I was sure she would stand out. But all the flashing lights and the noise was confusing me.

The room was spinning, the conversation around me overwhelming me and I could feel Tommy’s hand on my back. My head rolled back, the club's lightning needed to be updated.

A hand was smacking my face and I saw Tommy, wide eyed, looking at me before I turned to the table, throwing up the only thing I had in my body. Brown liquid shot out, mixed with the acid in the stomach. It didn’t stop for what felt like a full minute.

When I finished, puke leaking down in steady droplets to the floor I grabbed a beer tang I had missed and chugged the foamy substance down. I tried not to make eye contact with the people giving us disgusting sneers.

“Oh baby, why don’t you let me take you home? Let me take care of you.” Her hands wrapped around me and I turned, nodding. Confused looks from everyone as I climbed out, reaching for her to take me back into the safety of her arms.

Light of his life, fire of his loins

Keep me forever, tell me you own me

Light of your life, fire of your loins

Her fingers were in my hair as I laid on her lap. The fire from my lighter hitting my pipe as I inhaled and exhaled the sweet delight.

Freebasing in my closet. But at least I wasn’t alone. I had her with me and that changed my usual mood of wanting to slit my wrists or press the gun against my head and pulling the trigger. Painting the inside of my closet with bits of skull fragments and blood-

“Come back to me.” Her voice was lulling me out of the dark place, pressing against my temples and using the magic of her voice to help me. She was the only one that was always there for me. Always making me feel better and dragging me from the pain of my life. Holding me in her arms, compassion and understanding.

She never judged me.

“Have we been here long?” She knew I liked to keep my responsibilities. I wanted to keep my appearance as the rockstar. I couldn’t let anyone know how bad that it had gotten. How I couldn’t stop. How doing drugs was the best part of my life. My one true love.

Except her. She was the one thing I loved more than drugs.

“You have band practice in a few hours.” She reminded me. Her voice was steady and calm, fingers running through my hair and keeping me calm as I took another hit.

I just needed a little more time before I could see anyone. Just a little more time in the closet with her holding me before going out into the world.

“Nikki, don’t let them tell you to give me up. I love you Nikki. Aren’t I the only one who has always been there for you? No one else cares for you like I do. They see you as a rockstar or as a junkie. But I see you. I see you.” Her words promised and I nodded my head, agreeing with her words. She was still so calm, even with the edge to her voice. The words stuck with me.

She saw me and I saw her too.

I'm sorry that I'm misbehaving

I'm your little harlot, starlet, Queen of Coney Island

Raisin' hell all over town

Sorry 'bout it

I didn’t want to go to band practice. I didn’t want them to see my shaking hands or ask my stupid fucking questions that didn’t matter.

At least she had agreed to go with me. Her brown hair wrapped in one of those silky driving scarfs like the 1960s, big sunglasses to hide the hangover in her eyes that she was surely feeling after we had partied. Her hand was on his lap, keeping him steady as he drove to the practice space.

Walking inside, I hide my eyes behind big sunglasses, I could feel the sweat glistening like a second skin on my body. Anxiety crippling me as I licked my lips wanting to get back to my house.

My eyes followed her, watching her move around the instruments shooting me a smile as she ran her hands down my bass. I couldn’t help but smile back at her.

“Yo, Nikki, are you okay?” Tommy’s voice made me turn away from her nodding as I sat down hard on the couch. I had never brought a girl to practice before so I was sure they were surprised to see her. To see me so happy with someone.

“Come here.” I held my arms open, watching her smile as she bounced towards me twisting around the guys as they watched me. The brunette plopped down on my lap and I held her close looking out at them.

“What are you playing at?” Vince asked, the confusion was written across his face and I felt angry. Vince had been parading chicks through band practice for years. And now he was acting like this? Fucking asshole.

“Cmon, show her some respect, dicks.” She was shifting in my arms holding onto me and purring sweet words in my ears, my eyes closing and only coming awake when Vince kicked my shin.

“Show who respect?” My eyes went up to look at her but she was glaring at them. Her eyes were on fire as if she was protecting me from the band.

“Nikki, we should go. Let’s go home and I’ll take care of you. You don’t need this. I don’t need this. This was a bad idea, Nikki. A very bad idea.” She was getting up tugging at me to leave.

“My girl.” I was standing gesturing at her beside me, watching the way her dark eyes were slits now. Anger so clear as she tried to wrap herself around me and get me away from them.

They sat there, no one saying a word as they looked at each other and than a me. I turned to look at her, panic was there as she stepped forward touching my face, my eyes closing at the sweet caresses from her fingers. My skin feeling alive like bristling fire under her touch

“It’s me and you Nikki. Don’t forget how I love you. I love you always. No judgement. No-“

“Nikki, no ones there.” Tommy’s voice came out soft and I turned to look from her to him, feeling the slender hand slip out of mine. I went to tell her to wait but she was gone.

Whirling around I saw it was just the band in the space, no mystery brunette anywhere in sight. I collapsed on the couch gripping my hair as my teeth gnashed together.

This was the furthest it had come. The lowest point of my drug addiction. In my loneliness I had created a woman out of heroin. Someone to make me feel less alone when I shot up.

I created love through a needle and that was when I knew I needed to stop if I ever wanted to love anything again.

I'm not afraid to say that I'd die without him

Who else is gonna put up with me this way?

I need you, I breathe you, I'll never leave you!

#nikki sixx #motley crue #nikki Sixx!douglas booth #Douglas booth!nikki Sixx #the dirt #the dirt 2019 #nikki sixx imagine #nikki sixx fan fiction #nikki sixx x oc #nikki six fanfic #nikki Sixx imagine #nikki sixx x reader #the dirt imagine #Spotify

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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top shelf, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Sometimes you just want to be pinned down and fucked like a whore, you know? Should you ask the strange woman wearing the leather bondage collar to do it? Probably not. But she’s going to ask for a shot of Don Julio and Jeon Jungkook’s going to ask to get fucked.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; smut (fem reader, sex on top of a bar, the wrong use of tequila including [but not limited to] sucking a shot off JK’s balls, handjob, m-receiving oral, cowgirl); non-idol!BTS; black-haired, ponytail, bartender, sub!Jungkook x pansexual, dom!reader; Jungkook’s POV, ft bartender!Taehyung

did i maybe question if i should put this on the internet? eh, it’s here now

"Shot of Don Julio, please."

He poured it out. Placed in front of her. She smacked the payment down on the bar. She didn't have to tell him to keep the change. He already knew. His eyes trailed from her smirk to her neck.

"Let me wear it tonight."

Kim Taehyung, his co-worker and fellow bartender for the night, spoke up.

"You're a fucking psychopath, Jungkook."

She raised the shot glass and grinned. Downed it with one gulp. Tipped her head back to do it, so the white leather collar covered with clear Swarovski crystals glittered menacingly, the large silver ring on the center thudding against her collarbones. There was a chain attached to the ring, the end looped around and hooked to a white leather band her left wrist.

She lowered the glass, placing it on the napkin upside down. Unfazed, acting as if she had just taken a sip of water. That wide grin still playing on those dark red lips, teeth white and brighter than most people’s futures. She reached up behind her head.

The buckle unclicked with finality.

The club was insanely busy, but it was like time stopped. Nothing but those dangerous eyes, red lipstick and the scent of her perfume, clinging on to the white leather as it neared, closer. Closer. It disappeared from his vision, brushing against his neck. He could smell her perfume on the leather now.

Sweet chestnut. Spiced pepper. Hint of musky, burnt wood.

Intense.

"Here you go, Jeon Jungkook," she purred, fitting the bondage collar into place and pulling it taut. He gasped. She loosened it a hair. He could breathe just fine, but it was molded to his neck now, the metal ring hitting his tie and shirt collar.

"You know he has a whole damn shift, don't you?" Taehyung muttered, in the middle of making a cocktail.

She chuckled.

"Of course."

She backed up, and Jungkook almost whimpered, but he controlled himself. She unhooked the chain from the ring, still grinning. Dangerous. So dangerous.

"Now you can work."

Jungkook couldn't take his eyes off her.

"You know how this goes, pet. You've watched me all this time, haven't you?"

She laughed, almost maniacally, and disappeared into the crowd.

"You. Are. Crazy," Taehyung hissed. "You're lucky the manager isn't here tonight and I'm in charge."

Jungkook turned to face his friend. Curly dark hair, honey tan skin, handsome strong features, and a scowl on his normally boxy smile. The metal ring knocked into Jungkook's chest, heavy and foreboding. The Swarovski crystals glittered points of light all over his chin and vest, scattered by the flashing club lights.

Jungkook’s lips curved into a wicked smirk. Taehyung rolled his eyes, already knowing his reply.

"That's why I asked."

"Shot of Don Julio, please."

Jungkook did not know it then, but this request would become familiar to him.

"Hey, hey, been a while. How's it going?"

Jungkook was in the middle was chatting pleasantly with three girls when she slid up to the counter. He was making the girls' cocktails, but they all froze when they saw her. The entire length of the bar seemed to still at her appearance. Guys, girls, everyone in between and on the fringe, sneaking glances or just full-on gawking. It was hard not to stare.

The woman was wearing a white bondage collar covered with Swarovski crystals.

The metal ring that laid against her collarbones had a silver chain that connected to a matching leather band on her left wrist, the excess wrapping around several times. It clinked against the wood top of the bar as she elegantly laid her hands on the edge. She was wearing a long, slinky, forest green satin dress with high slits in the front, hair slicked back into a ponytail, ears dotted with dangling green gems and silver studs. Dangerous eyes framed with black, dark red lipstick.

She acknowledged no one but Taehyung and yet her presence silenced them all. Only Taehyung was completely unfazed, pouring out the shot cleanly, with extended reach and his typical showiness.

"Ah, business trip and all that nonsense. I did end up going to Vegas, which was fun, but you know me, I'm not a gambler," she sighed dismissively.

Taehyung chuckled. "You bring the collar?" He spoke to her with his usual smooth baritone voice.

She snickered. "Maybe." The faintest hint of a smirk on her lips, making one question if it was there or not. Taehyung’s brows raised, his attention on her and her alone.

"Bad girl."

It was hard to tell if Taehyung was flirting or not. But that was the point. His brown eyes sparkled with amusement. Newcomers would swoon over that look. Regulars cooed over that look. Her? She merely traced a finger over the lip of the glass and ticked an eyebrow, full smirk on display now.

Then she picked up the glass and downed it with one gulp.

Jungkook's eyes widened. He expected her to choke or at least make a face, but she placed the glass upside-down on the bar calmly. Not even a shake of her head. So quick, so efficient, leaving nothing behind. She placed the bills on the counter. Taehyung grinned.

"Keep the change, Taehyung."

She was about to leave the bar, but Taehyung called her name in a low purr. Jungkook jerked his head to him, confused. Taehyung only used that tone when he was trying to entice someone. It always worked. She turned her head, ponytail swishing, eyebrow arching elegantly.

Taehyung quirked his head to Jungkook beside him.

"New guy. Jeon Jungkook. Say hello."

Her gaze shifted to him. He got a good look into those dangerous eyes now. The tip of her tongue flitted out and licked her lips. Jungkook felt his chest constrict.

Smirk.

"Hey, Jungkook."

A cold shiver slid down his spine.

She turned around, disappearing into the crowd.

"What's her deal?"

"You'll see," was Taehyung's answer.

Later that night, Jungkook saw her again in the chaos. Except she wasn’t at the bar. She was standing off to the side, the chain wrapped around her left hand.

Her neck was bare.

The leather bondage collar was on a woman who was nervously ordering a martini from Jungkook, eyes flitting about, her already blushed cheeks three shades redder.

Jungkook was used to the patrons being nervous around him. He had a work persona – suave, personable, charming. But it was clear she was apprehensive for a different reason. The crystals on the white collar glittered on her neck, scattering light across her chin and the top of her gold minidress. Even Jungkook couldn’t keep up his work persona seeing this obvious display of power. He just made the drink mechanically and slid it over to her with a napkin.

He saw the woman reach down to her purse, but then an elegant, chain-covered hand slid down her shoulder, resting just above the collar of the square-necked dress. The young woman gulped leaning back against her. Dangerous eyes. Dark red lipstick.

“Don’t you remember, pet? Drinks on me.”

She placed the crisp bills on the counter. Her fingertips brushed against the top of the woman’s breast and she squeaked, pressing back into that green dress. Those dangerous eyes found Jungkook’s shocked ones. Her lips parted, tracing her teeth. She leaned in, lips brushing against the woman’s ear, right in front of him.

“What do you say to the sweet man who made you your drink?”

Pink tongue sliding out, tracing the woman’s earlobe. If possible, the woman turned redder, backing into that green dress and those graceful arms, as if she could hide while wearing a crystal-studded bondage collar.

“T-Thank you.”

“His name is Jungkook, pet.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened.

The woman’s eyes glazed over a bit with the soft, teasing licking to her ears.

“T-Thank you, J-Jungkook…”

Now Jungkook’s dick was impatiently punching the inside of his pants, fighting to get out.

“N… no problem…”

That chain covered hand reached out and curled around the martini, pulling it towards the two women. Those dangerous eyes lingered on him before they returned to the woman in the gold dress.

“Let’s find a quiet corner, you and I,” she purred darkly.

And then she disappeared into the crowd, leading the woman by the chain leash.

“Holy shit.”

“Yup,” was Taehyung’s calm reply.

She would always come in with the same leather collar and leave with someone else wearing it.

Leading them with the silver chain wrapped around her left wrist.

Men.

Women.

Those in-between.

Those on the fringe.

All of them different in their own ways. All of them willingly led around for a few hours with a crystal-covered white leather bondage collar before leaving for what Jungkook could only assume to be a very good night. When they looked nervous, her arm would be around them, cooing in their ears, offering sweet praises or stern reprimands. They must have discussed beforehand, because Jungkook could tell they were into it, hanging on her every word, eagerly letting themselves to be seduced by a stranger. Some she would kiss freely, the other embarrassed and aroused. Some she would barely touch, the other pining quietly, desire building with every look. Probably at their own request.

One commonality.

In the collar, they were all her pets.

“You should thank Taehyung, pet.”

“Don’t be rude to Jungkook, pet, or you’ll be punished.”

“You talk back one more time and I will pour this glass onto the bar and make you lick it up like the pet you are.”

Jungkook was glad he worked behind the counter. No one could see his reactions to her words. Well, except…

“Bro.” A flick to the back of his head. “Pay attention to the customers.”

Jungkook jumped at the baritone voice. Taehyung raised an eyebrow at him. Then he smirked, glancing his eyes down for half a second. Jungkook jerked his hips away, scowling, turning to a waiting patron, who was also staring at this woman curling her fingers around the silver collar ring, yanking the man in a suit forward to whisper in his ear, turning his face red and his knuckles on the counter white. Jungkook only heard a little bit.

“…if I make you cum right here? Let you explode in your underwear right now and make you walk around with your own cum soaking through your pants and the collar around your neck like the dirty pet you are?”

Even Jungkook’s ears heated.

“… M-Master, please…” the man whispered, nearly a moan.

Something was happening on the other side of the bar.

Jungkook could not let himself hear anymore, otherwise he was going to explode in his pants.

She seemed to have different styles that she rotated between, reflected by her clothes. Slinky dresses, tailored suits, casual streetwear, cute minidresses, but always with the white bondage collar and chain. Her different outfits reflected what she was looking for that night. Someone feistier usually went for the more covered-up, elegant ensembles. The timid ones went for the sexy, confident style. It was fascinating and intimidating to watch. Taehyung seemed to be amused whenever she appeared, verbally pointing out prospective targets to Jungkook, casually betting on who would be tempted next.

Time passed.

Weeks.

Months.

Play it cool, Jungkook.

“Shot of Don Julio, please.”

He poured the shot. Slid it over on a napkin, smooth.

Those dangerous eyes raked over him. He was in his uniform – black vest, white dress shirt, neat tie, black apron, crisp black slacks, although she couldn’t see his lower half. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his tattooed right arm. His black hair was getting long, so he tied the back of it up, leaving a small ponytail and exposing his undercut. His bangs framed his face, brushing against his brows and temples.

The women loved his ponytail.

She inspected his face, the hint of a smirk on those lips. Pulled the glass to her, licking her lips. Today she was in all white. White mesh shirt with a white bra underneath, baggy high-waisted white cargo pants, and white sneakers. Hair slicked back into a high ponytail. Dark eyes, scarlet red lips. As usual, the Swarovski crystal-studded white bondage collar around her neck, chain wrapped around her left wrist.

Fucking hot as hell.

She rose the glass, cocked a brow at him.

“I like hair long enough to pull.”

She downed the glass, lowered it, turning it upside-down and sliding it back to him. Full-on smirk now as his ears heated. He was about to make small conversation, but she raised her right hand, placing her index finger on her lips. The left suddenly produced the bills, setting them on the counter.

“Keep the change, Jungkook.”

Purred his name like a lover. Chuckled and turned away, disappearing into the crowd.

“Your mouth forgot how to work?” Taehyung mused beside him.

Jungkook clicked his tongue. “Shut up.”

Taehyung chuckled.

“You ever ask to wear it?”

Taehyung snorted, in the middle of cleaning the glasses after closing. “Hell no. I heard once she got a guy to jack off on the hood of his own car in the parking lot. I’ll keep my dick to myself, thanks.”

Jungkook was wiping down the counter. “Mmm, you sure collect a lot of numbers for a guy who keeps his dick to himself.”

Taehyung snickered. “That’s part of the job. I’m not actually going to call them. That’d be crazy.” He pointed his towel at Jungkook, dropping his voice to a whisper. “Don’t tell me you’re considering it. During work? Are you insane?”

Jungkook shrugged.

Taehyung shot him an exasperated look. “If the manager finds out–”

“What if he doesn’t?”

“What if she’s a serial killer?”

“I didn’t say I was going to take her home or let her take me to her home.”

Taehyung jabbed the bar counter. “What the fuck are you going to do? Let her fuck you right here?”

Jungkook didn’t say anything.

Taehyung threw up his hands. “No!”

“Maybe.” The mischief was sneaking into Jungkook’s tone now, unable to hide it any longer.

Taehyung looked like he was having an aneurysm. “What, are you into that shit or something? Actually no, don’t answer that. I already knew the answer,” he winced, slapping the towel on his shoulder. “You can’t be serious. She’s a regular! Everyone is going to know why you’re wearing it.”

Oh, Jungkook knew that. His dick knew that too. Fuck. It was making him hard just thinking about it.

“Okay… Okay…” Taehyung seemed to be steeling himself even though he wasn’t the one that was going to be doing it. “I don’t actually think she’s a psychopath. She’s come here for a long time. I think you’re a psychopath for wanting to wear it during work. All night, dude.”

Jungkook’s cock twitched, soaking his underwear.

Fuck yes.

“All fucking night. Jeez.”

"Shot of Don Julio, please."

This was it. This was the night. Black leather two-piece set of bra and miniskirt, matching thigh-high boots, black bomber jacket with a white dragon on the back. Glittering crystal-studded white leather bondage collar, silver chain from the collar ring to her left wrist. Black liner framing dangerous eyes, dark red lips.

“Let me wear it tonight.”

Jungkook had agonized on how to ask millions of times, chewing on his lip as he stared into the bathroom mirror at home. He thought about how it would make him feel. Edged himself to it. Didn’t let himself finish. He didn’t want to finish with imagination.

He wanted to finish to the real thing.

Sweet chestnut. Spiced pepper. Hint of musky, burnt wood, mixing with the scent of leather. Smelled so fucking good, intoxicating him, making his cock throb. The heavy weight was on his neck now. Jungkook didn’t have the chain. He wanted it, but he couldn’t work like that. She seemed to know in advance, taking it off without asking, and letting him be. All the eyes on him, knowing. He acted as if it wasn’t there, charming and suave as usual, nerves jumping and jittering under his skin.

Guys. Girls. Everyone in-between and on the fringe. Looking at him with envy, with pity, with lust, sometimes all three. Jungkook made drinks all night, the heavy silver ring banging against his tie, sending shocks of anticipation through his torso and down to his core. Taehyung was beside him, mumbling under his breath every time he saw it.

“You’re crazy, my dude, actually insane…”

Jungkook thought he would be nervous, but he actually felt calm. Relieved. She had handed it over with a gleam in her eye, not hiding how pleased she was.

“It looks pretty on you, pet.”

All the way at the far end of the bar. Jungkook turned to face her, seeing her chin perched on the back of her hand, staring at him with a hungry expression. Shivers danced up and down his spine, breath catching his throat. He tilted his head.

“Shot of Don Julio?”

She smirked. “Oh, I’ll take more shots. But later, my pet.”

Oh, fuck. The way she drawled out her words, red lips forming them neatly and sensually. Thank God he was behind the counter.

“I can’t wait to ravish you.”

She turned and re-disappeared into the crowd. The pre-cum in his underwear was making life unbearable, the tip of his cock sliding against it and stimulating himself just the slightest amount, but not enough to be satisfied. Jungkook wanted to run to the back and get off right then and there, but he couldn’t.

He couldn’t and that made it better.

"Don't forget to lock up."

Taehyung was about to turn around, but spun back, jabbing Jungkook in the chest with his finger.

"And clean up after yourself, you animal."

Taehyung pointed to the end of the bar. A single bottle of Don Julio Blanco with the pour spout in it. One shot glass.

"She paid for the whole damn bottle," he muttered. "I really don't wanna know what you two are going to do with that."

She swung the chain round and round.

The anticipation in his chest was threatening to explode.

Smirk on those red lips. Dangerous eyes.

"You want to tell me what you like? Or you want me to take you on a ride?"

The chain wasn't attached yet. She was standing maybe a meter away from him, swinging it in the air from her left wrist. He was standing in front of the bar, hands in his pockets, apron removed, black oxfords together. Still wearing the bondage collar. He didn't take it off all night. A few people asked about it. Some teased.

"Felt like being decorated tonight. You like it?"

"Heh, maybe you'll let me wear it," one woman flirted.

"Oh, it's not mine. It's hers."

"Hey, darling."

Her chain clinking against the bar as she smiled at the startled woman.

"My pet providing excellent service to you? Or do I have to reprimand him later?" she purred.

"O-oh... I didn't know he was taken. I'm sorry!"

And the woman had scooted away quickly, not even collecting the drink she paid for.

Jungkook liked that. The idea of being taken. Forcefully, with very little discussion. He smiled at her now, listening to the chain swish through the air. In general, he was careful with his sexual partners and his heart. That was the safe thing to do.

But sometimes he just wanted to be pinned down and fucked like a whore.

He locked his gaze with hers. Those dangerous eyes. Slow hungry smirk on those dark red lips. He hadn’t had a chance until now. Waited a fucking long time for the stars to align. Now the chance was right in front of him.

"Take me on a ride," Jungkook breathed.

The chain jerked and wound around her forearm rapidly, snapping into the sleeve of her satin bomber jacket. The sound of metal on metal was loud in the empty club.

"Did Taehyung tell you that you're crazy?" she chuckled, taking a step towards him. Her black leather thigh-high boots made a loud thud when the heel hit the floor.

"Yeah."

She advanced on him slowly. "Are you?"

"Little bit."

Stopped right in front of him. She dropped her arm and the chain tumbled down, landing in her right hand. She took the end, held it up next to her head, clicking the carabiner. To be honest, it wasn't a very thick or strong chain. Definitely only for decoration and symbolism.

"You can call me Master or by name. Nothing else."

Jungkook smirked.

"Yes, Master."

She hooked the chain onto the metal ring on bondage collar.

"Polite. I like that."

Those dangerous eyes flashed.

"Get on the bar.”

Sweet chestnut.

Spiced pepper.

Hint of burnt wood, like a smoking fireplace.

Standing over him.

She climbed onto the bar top, her sleek ponytail swaying. She had removed her jacket, standing over him in that bra, miniskirt, and thigh-high boots combination, all black leather. Legs, waist, tits, all looking so fucking good standing on the very bar he worked at less than an hour ago. The two of them were connected by the chain from her left wrist and the ring of the bondage collar around his neck.

"What gave you the idea to do something so crazy, pet?"

Heart beating fast, trying to take it all in, that dark alluring voice and those delicious red lips forming each syllable neatly and sensually. She tugged sharply at the chain and he squeaked, rising to his elbows.

"Answer."

Jungkook swallowed, almost moaning at the tightness of the crystal collar, the prefect unyielding pressure surrounding his throat. "I... watch you whenever you come in. Listen to all those things you say to them." Arousal stirring, flaring up inside him, remembering all those dirty words, all those people with those dark lips against their ears. Wanting it to be him. Wanting to wear that heavy prize on his neck. "They always look so... satisfied being held by you."

She smirked. Crouched down, getting onto her hands and knees, crawling between his legs. A cat-like prowl, eyes dazzling. Was it due to the crystals on his neck or the predatory glint in those approaching orbs?

"You want to be satisfied too, pet?"

"Y-Yes."

"Used or denied?"

"U... used."

The scent of sweet chestnut, spiced pepper, burned wood, stronger and stronger as she neared, now in between his thighs. He could see down her cleavage, the prefect swells of her breasts, and, behind her head, the black leather stretched taut over her ass.

"Kisses?"

"N... need them."

So close he could feel her heat. She lifted her hands, placing them on either side of him. Breasts almost touching his chest. He was breathing hard and every inhale very nearly brushed against the black leather.

“Abuse?”

He opened his mouth, but she snapped forward suddenly, leaving him breathless.

“Ah, sorry, Jungkook.” Lashes lowering, making those dark eyes even more dangerous. “That was rhetorical.”

There was no way to describe her kiss except intoxication. Soft, demanding, intense, smearing lipstick onto his skin, tongue tracing the inner rim of his lips, making him beg for more. She flicked her tongue onto his teeth and he gasped, trying to open his mouth more, hoping she would do more, but that slippery tongue escaped him every time. He tried to lean in and yelped as her hand darted up and fastened around his ponytail, sudden pain shooting from his scalp, yanking back roughly and breaking the kiss.

“N-no!” he whined. “P-Please… want more, please…”

Jungkook could see her lipstick was smeared onto her chin a little. He probably looked worse. She flicked her wrist and he moaned, pain snaking through his head.

“Down.”

He slid his elbows down, head now against the counter. She towered over him, face hovering millimeters from his. Snickered against his lips before kissing him again, putting her full weight on his chest. He moaned into her mouth, leather, skin, sweet chestnut and spiced pepper all over him now, crushing him with softness, grinding against his entire torso as she made out with his face, tongue thrusting brutally into his mouth, fast, hard, rough, leaving him gasping and shuddering for breath. He tried to touch her waist, but she grabbed his wrist and slammed it down onto the wood. Jungkook whimpered and his other hand was pinned down too, growl in her chest.

Her body slid from side to side like a snake. Jungkook groaned into her mouth, body suddenly on fire as her leather-covered one pressed all over him, onto his thighs, his crotch, his stomach, his pecs, chain between them clattering on the bar. He couldn’t focus on one sensation, all his senses crowded and overwhelmed, nails curling into the wood, lips swelling from the force of her kisses, cock twitching in his already ruined underwear, his muscles flexing at the flashes of pressure invading his whole body, the wood counter uncomfortable and hard against his back.

Neck gripped by the bondage collar, preventing him from taking large breaths, reducing them to shallow, needy pants.

She ripped her head from him and he whined, palms smacking the bar. She chuckled, lifting her right hand, his left. Turned it around. His sleeves were still rolled up. Through hazy eyes, Jungkook could see her lipstick was everywhere. She pressed her lips into his wrist and he shuddered, feeling her kiss all over his forearm, wiping her lipstick onto his skin, using him like a fucking napkin. He shivered as she bit down near his wrist, sucking hard, his pulse stuttering against her lower lip.

“S-so… much…”

So much sensation that he felt lightheaded, pricks of pain as she nibbled on his wrist, leaving a large, visible hickey on his skin. Jungkook’s brain couldn’t even comprehend that he would probably have to hide that tomorrow. He just wanted more, eyes rolling back as she licked up his arm, all the way to his elbow.

She lifted her body off his suddenly. He found himself rising, trying to chase the escaping warmth.

“Sit up for me, pet. Knees over the edge.”

He scrambled to comply, but it was apparently too slow, because she grabbed him by the black tie and yanked him up, unfurling it in the process. She slid off the bar, boots thumping loudly against the floor. His tie was slipping off, wrapped around her fingers. The chain connecting them jangled, reminding Jungkook of his position. He sat up, turning so he was sitting on the edge of the counter.

She undid his tie expertly, tossing it aside carelessly.

“Unbutton your vest and shirt.”

He undid them, not really watching because she was moving away from him. It took him a second to realize she was going for the bottle of Don Julio. Poured herself a shot, smaller than how much he usually gave her. Threw it back and put the glass on the counter.

Upside-down.

Came back to him, dragging the bottle along the bar top.

Jungkook sucked in a breath, chest now exposed, shirt still half-tucked in. He wasn’t sweaty from work, but he wasn’t exactly clean either.

“Lean back.”

He gasped as the alcohol splashed against his chest, a foreign coldness that was quickly replaced by her lapping tongue, sending shocks and shivers all over his skin and tearing moans from his throat. She put the bottle down and ripped his shirt out of his pants, pushing it down his shoulders, tongue running all over his chest, wet and dripping, the scents of sharp tequila and sweet chestnut mixing together.

“Mmm, yes, I prefer this to the glass,” she murmured against his skin, curling her tongue around one of his nipples and flicking it hard. His body squirmed from the strong burst of pleasure. She fitted her left arm under the small of his back, chain digging into his skin, and pressed him down on it, forcing him to arch his back awkwardly. Licked up and down his abs, pouring a little more tequila onto his stomach and slurping it up. Jungkook hissed, biting his lip hard as he watched her red-stained lips suck and lap at his hot skin, leaving red scrapes from her teeth.

“Ah, I apologize,” she breathed. Dangerous eyes flicked up to him. “I can mark you, can’t I?”

“Fuck yes, you can,” Jungkook blurted out, panting hard. “Whatever you want, Master.”

She chuckled, abruptly dropping her left arm. He almost fell but she clamped her hand around the chain and pulled it taut, yanking him forward. The force wrapped around his neck and placed the pressure at the base, straightening him immediately. His shirt and vest hung by his upper arms, torso naked and trembling.

Jungkook reeked of expensive liquor and her perfume.

His eyes shifted to the bottle of Don Julio beside him. “You like top shelf.”

She ticked her eyebrows and grinned. “That’s why you’re on top of the bar, pet.”

His heart stopped. If possible, the praise made him more breathless than the kissing and the licking.

She placed her elbow against his thigh, using her other hand to tap his belt buckle. His breathing hitched as her palm planted down, rubbing his semi-hard length through his slacks.

“You like watching me, Jungkook?” she drawled. “I know Taehyung does.”

He exhaled hard, hips quivering with every roll of her wrist, cock jerking happily from the much-needed stimulation. “Yes and no.”

She quirked her head, ponytail swishing. “Oh? Elaborate.”

Jungkook winced as her fingertips began to focus on the head, a little too forceful for the sensitive skin, but he liked it. Craved it. “B-Because… I wanted it to be m-me…” His words extended out to a moan, now rutting his hips into her hand, chasing the pleasure.

“Oh, I know.”

She increased the pace as she spoke. He inhaled a little too fast, squeaking out a surprised noise.

“I see you trying to eavesdrop every time I approach the bar. Naughty little pet. You shouldn’t be so nosy.”

“T-They want it… They w-want someone to hear…” he gasped, rocking his erection into her fingers, the intense pleasure and borderline pain crawling into his core, pooling into every crack of his sanity. Too good. It felt too good. He could barely think. “They want someone to k-know…”

“Takes one to know one,” she purred.

Close. So fucking close.

“D-don’t… finish me…” he breathed.

“Okay.”

She removed her hand.

He whined at the loss even though he was the one who asked for it. She clicked her tongue, highly amused. Her left wrist flipped and the chain smacked him in the chest, the cold metal making him jump and hiss. Her hand shot out and slid the tequila bottle further away from his body.

“You knock that over and I’m going to make you lick it off this dirty floor,” she barked. “Too expensive for you to be wasting.”

She was very clearly wasting it before by pouring it all over him, but Jungkook suspected that he shouldn’t mention it. “Y-Yes, Master.”

She tapped his erection. His cock throbbed, begging for release.

“Get these clothes out of the way.”

Jungkook hastily reached down and fumbled with his pants, unbuckling his belt, pushing them down, grimacing as his bare ass touched the bar. It was clean, he had cleaned it after all, but it still felt fucking wrong to be sitting on it mostly naked, pushing his pants to his knees. He pulled his hands out of his shirt and vest, dumping them on the counter. His stiff cock stuck straight up, the veins straining against the length, head red and aching, pooling pre-cum at the tip.

His hot balls were touching the cold bar.

That was wrong.

Fuck.

His cock twitched as the thought crossed his mind.

“Move it out of the way.”

She waved a hand at his cock. He whimpered, using his right hand to hold it back, shuddering as the tip touched his lower belly, smearing himself on his skin. It pulsated against his fingertips, pleading for release. She grinned. Jungkook gulped. Those eyes were dangerous. So dangerous.

She cupped her hands under his balls and scooped them up.

He squealed at the sudden kneading of the sensitive hot-cold of his skin. It didn’t hurt yet, but it was teetering on the line of strangely pleasant and slight agony. Hold on a second, Jungkook thought – he didn’t want to get his nuts destroyed before he came at least once.

“A-ah, w-wait, don’t hu–”

“Silence.”

Jungkook shut his mouth at her harsh tone. Maybe she was a serial killer.

She cocked a brow, seeming to notice his unease. She pulled at them. He gulped. Looked down. Her fingertips were holding the edges taut, his actual testicles dropping down as she stretched the skin of his scrotum.

Wait.

“Pour me a shot.”

What?

“S… sorry?”

She ticked her chin to the bottle. “Shot of Don Julio, please.”

Oh my God.

She wanted him to pour the expensive tequila on his fucking nuts.

His balls were barely going to hold a sip. She stared at him intently, brow still raised, waiting. His cock swelled even more. This didn’t exactly hurt, but the heat of embarrassment was creeping up Jungkook’s neck, to his ears, all over his cheeks. His free hand crawled across the bar top, feeling for the bottle, not taking his eyes away from that dangerous gaze. Her red-stained lips curved into a wicked smirk. His hand was shaking, the Don Julio splashing in the clear glass. He tipped the bottle slowly.

Jungkook poured a little on his balls.

“F-Fuck!”

It was cold. He nearly dropped the liquor because she instantly swept down, slurping it off his scorching skin. He quickly put the glass bottle on the bar and pushed it away lightly, moaning as she sucked one of his balls into her warm mouth, squeezing his eyes shut as her tongue assaulted him, swirling around his now tequila-covered balls, replacing the alcohol with saliva, her groans of satisfaction vibrating his skin, sending tremors of pleasure up his spine.

“Oh, s-shit…” Jungkook wheezed, feeling her pop off and switch sides, just as intense, only now realizing that both alcohol and her spit was dripping onto the countertop, collecting under his ass, but he couldn’t even think about how uncomfortable that was, because there was too much pleasure in the warmth of her suffocating mouth, he could think of nothing else, hands splayed out, gasping for air, chest heaving with effort.

She brushed his hand away from his cock and began pumping him as she sucked his balls, adding to the overwhelming ecstasy, his erection finally getting some fucking attention, and it was all happening too fast, too much sensation at once, leaving him hopelessly panting out her name. The pressure in his core torrented, threatening violently, but he didn’t want to cum, not yet, wanting to last as long as possible in this crushing mouth sucking on his balls and this relentless jerking of his dick, her fingers pinching the base of the head, the slickness of his own pre-cum adding the right amount of lubrication so it didn’t exactly hurt.

It just almost did.

And that felt amazing.

“I-I’m gonna cum, fuck, is that o-okay…? Fuck, please, Master, is it okay?”

She didn’t actually speak, only dialed up the ferocity and speed of her stroking and the suction on his balls and Jungkook tipped over the edge, immediately in free-fall, throwing his head back and wailing as he came fiercely, shooting strings of cum all over her right shoulder and onto the leather bra, splattering it with white. He choked, panicking slightly when he realized his mess, but he didn’t have long to consider it because she detached from his balls and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, sliding all the way to the base, the sensitive tip hitting the back of her throat.

“Oh, fuck me!”

Jungkook saw flashes of light, pleasure turning white-hot, racking his entire frame. The grip on the chain tightened and she pulled hard, his head arching even further back so his long hair brushed against his shoulder blades for a split second, the sides of his neck pinched because of the bondage collar being tugged down by the metal ring. He became lightheaded, her mouth moving up and down, the warm, wet vise taking over, claiming his senses, moans ripped from his throat as his length was compelled to hardness once more, the head rubbing harshly because of how deep she was going, so fucking tight that it didn’t seem real or possible. Her nails dug into his thighs, keeping them spread wide.

“So f-fast, ah, too fast, p-please, oh fuuuuuuuk…”

Jungkook had no idea what the fuck he was saying or if he sounded sexy or not, because he was too desperate to cum again, watching his previous orgasm trickling down her shoulder and breast due to how fast and wild she was going, the sloppy squelching mixing with her grating, feral noises of lust, pushing him to the edge once more, no, basically throwing him off the cliff, his orgasm slamming into him violently.

“Fuck!”

He could do nothing but scream at the top of his lungs, erupting in her tight throat, euphoria soaring through his nerves, half-strangling himself with the leather collar, the low oxygen intensifying everything, soaring him to a new peak of pleasure. She gulped him down, throttling his cock a little with her swallows. He moaned deeply, head falling to his chest, oxygen rushing back, gratification ricocheting in waves up his torso and flooding his mind.

Everything smelled like expensive tequila, cum, and her sweet-peppery perfume.

Holy fucking shit.

He was vaguely registering that she was still licking him, slower, softer this time. Continuously. Jungkook was going to work behind this bar tomorrow. Maybe this was a bad idea. How was he not supposed to think about this the whole fucking time he was working? How was he supposed to look at Don Julio tequila and not think about pouring it on his balls and her sucking it off?

Taehyung was right.

He was a fucking psychopath.

Still gently, carefully licking him. His cock twitched, swelling once more. There was no way. He couldn’t believe it. The chain clinked and she tapped it against his pecs steadily, the cold metal hitting his sweaty, heated, shaking chest. He shivered. Her tongue pressed against the base of the head, teasing the thin skin there.

“A-ah… Master…?”

“Hmm?”

That was the closest thing to a verbal response Jungkook had received in the last ten minutes.

“It’s… s-sensitive…”

“Mhm.”

Well, Jungkook might think he couldn’t get out another, but his dick certainly had other plans. The consistent softness of her tongue was building his arousal once again, borderline painful. He whimpered her name. A mistake.

Those dangerous eyes opened and locked with his.

Hungry. Predatory. Daring him to tell her to stop.

Jungkook sucked in a tight breath, cock now fully at attention. She smirked, sliding her mouth off, slow. So slow. The thin moan escaped from his lips, drifting down his chin. Ghosting her tongue over him, barely enough friction, somehow always knowing the thin tightrope. She straightened, letting out a measured breath. He noticed the heaviness of her exhale despite her smug expression. She was affected.

Good.

She reached over and plucked the pour sprout from the tequila. Tossed it, letting it roll across the bar. It fell over the edge, clattering onto metal. Jungkook’s eyes widened. It had fallen into the sink. A simple, almost lazy action that reflected much more. She knew exactly where the sink was. Highly observant and well-calculated.

She clutched the neck of the bottle and brought it to her lips, taking a sip.

Acted like it was fucking water and not burning death.

“Having fun, pet?” she drawled, the lush scent of Don Julio smacking him in the face as she spoke. He nodded quickly. She wound the chain around her left hand, shortening it. Put the bottle down and reached over to her jacket, flipping it open. There were pockets on the inside. Was it reversible? He didn’t have time to ponder as she pulled out a foil packet. Brought it over with one swift sweep of her arm, tapping him in the nose with it.

“Put this on for me.”

Jungkook took the condom with a shaking hand. “Should I–”

“Put it on? Yes.”

He was going to ask if he should change positions, but he cut himself off and hurriedly ripped open the condom, sliding it on. He hissed; the head of his cock was so sensitive it was dark purple. How was he going to last any amount of ti–

“Lift me.”

Jungkook bit his lip and placed his hands on her waist, picking her up. She helped him, springing onto the bar easily. He only had to give her a small boost and then she was in position, knees on either side of his thighs.

“What–?”

Jungkook didn’t know why he was asking questions anymore because she didn’t bother answering. Her reply was yanking up her miniskirt, revealing her thin panties sucked into her pussy due to the wetness between her legs. The peppery warm chestnut of her perfume mixed with the scent of pure sex, her core dripping a honey-like sweetness. He choked a little on his words, breathless as she moved her panties aside with a deft hook of her fingers.

He had maybe one second of appreciating the prettiest pussy he had ever seen before it nearly made him black out by sinking onto his overstimulated cock.

“Oh my fucking fuck,” Jungkook moaned, not making any sense, but it didn’t matter because she purred in satisfaction, squeezing his length deliciously and making him harder. Tight, but soft, almost too hot, but also perfect, planting down onto his balls, smearing them with her juices. Had his balls ever gotten such attention before? No. Had there ever been so many fluids on his balls before?

Also, no, because no sane person pours tequila on their nuts.

“Mmm, feels nice, Jungkook,” she breathed deeply, rocking her hips. He planted his hands on the bar, groaning as she began to ride him, the black leather of her boots and skirt squeaking as she moved. “Gonna use this dick to cum.”

“Y-Yes, please…” he shuddered.

She slapped their hips together, leaning forward so she wouldn’t fall. The heady scent of her perfume invaded his nose, smokey and distinct. He heard the sound of glass scraping on wood, and then a slosh of alcohol. The bright, rich scent of Don Julio beside his head.

She was drinking from the fucking bottle while riding his cock.

Jungkook didn’t know if that was disrespectful or attractive, but she was increasing the speed and force of her movements, snarling low in her throat. He lifted his hips slightly and gasped as he hit deeper, her walls closing in on the head.

“Ah, fuck, yes, Jungkook,” she moaned, raspy and animalistic. The tequila was dampening her inhibitions and she kept fucking him harder and harder, body line waving and smacking her ass down onto his thighs. The liquor sloshed in the bottle; two-thirds gone. “That’s it, you perfect little pet, fuck, how dare you hide all this behind the counter?” Dangerous eyes flashing, pressing her forehead into his, her chain-covered hand tangling into his ponytail and tugging on it roughly. He whimpered into her lips, gasping her name, and she grinned like the devil. His hips were matching her pace, rising as she came down, increasing the force, amplifying the overbearing ecstasy, every thrust threatening to drag him over the edge, but he refused, he absolutely refused, gritting his teeth and fucking her back, now growling too, an animal on the chain leash, wearing her crystal-studded collar, sweat dripping down his back.

“Cum, Master,” Jungkook snarled. “Want you to cum and murder my dick, choke the fucking orgasm out of him.”

She chuckled, and now both arms were on his shoulders, one hand pulling on his hair, the other still holding the bottle of Don Julio, riding him so hard and rough that some of the liquor splashed down his back, soaking into his skin, mixing with sweat, a whole damn mess all over the bar. He didn’t care, staring into those dangerous eyes, seeing those pupils dilate, ravenous and drunk, not with alcohol, but power, the power of aggressively fucking the damn bartender at the very spot she had ordered her first shot of the night.

She threw her head back, an elated gasp of erotic validation as his name seeped out from those red-stained lips.

“Oh, fuuuck, Jungkook!”

All the way to the top.

Top shelf, even.

And the plummeting fall, his orgasm smashing into him with the harsh clench of her pussy, her juices gushing all over his length and sliding down his balls, adding to the large puddle underneath him. Her walls clamped around his jolting cock, strangling the head, and he saw fucking stars, gasping out her name as he shot aggressively into the condom, probably not that much, but it still felt like the life was being sucked out of him, dirty ecstasy burning through his veins, the leather bondage collar pressing against the sides of his neck and shooting a firecracker rush of sinful pleasure straight up into his head, flaring all over his stinging scalp.

So.

Fucking.

Good.

Easily the hardest he had ever cum in his entire life. All three times this night.

Holy fuck.

He felt the grip on his hair loosen. She was panting into his chin, eyes closed. Brought her right hand around, barely any left inside that glass bottle. Most of it was splattered onto the bar top, dripping down his body, or underneath his ass.

She drank the last of the liquor, chuckling.

“What a great use of Don Julio.”

“Do I even wanna know?”

“No.”

Taehyung looked at the bar, wincing at the scent of industrial strength cleaner still clinging to the counter even though Jungkook had sprayed it down with water about three times. Jungkook’s dress shirt sleeves were not rolled up today.

“You’re lucky it’s Monday,” Taehyung muttered.

“Mhm, and tomorrow is my day off.”

Taehyung raised a hand. “Do not tell me. I do not want to know.”

Jungkook grinned.

Are you doing anything tomorrow night?

She had handed him the end of the chain when he inquired.

Where will my collar be tomorrow night? She had asked with a dangerous gleam in her eye.

The crystal-studded, white leather bondage collar and silver chain were sitting on his bed, waiting for the night to arrive.

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 3 years

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I'm so excited to read everything for Summer of Love ✨ could i request prompt 37 + 53 with Tom? Maybe friends to lovers 👀

YES I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THE VEGAS REQUEST I AM SO EXCITED

Okay no more screaming but I seriously hope you like it! This is one of my favorite prompts so I was super excited to get to do it 🥰🥰 Anyways, thanks for sending it in, feedback, as always, is appreciated and encouraged. Love you so so much xx

Drive Thru Wedding

37 - Getting drunk and getting married in Vegas

53 - "We are not platonic, and my feelings are never going to be platonic."

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (friends to lovers)

Warnings: light angst

Summary: You had a drive thru wedding with your best friend

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Tom sat up, groaning and rubbing his eyes as light streamed into the hotel room. The room slowly came into focus and he spotted (y/n) passed out on his bed. He knit his brow and padded towards the window, pulling the blinds closed to try and dull his throbbing head. He made his way to the bathroom, wincing as he turned on the light. He splashed water on his face before realizing he was still in the same clothes he’d put on the night before. With a heavy sigh he returned to the bedroom and peaked at his phone. Calls and texts from his family and Harrison, nothing unusual outside of the fact that it was nearly noon.

“Shit,” he swore, glancing back over at (y/n), “Darling wake up,” he set a hand on her back, shaking her lightly.

She groaned, “Go away.”

“It’s nearly noon, come on, time to get up,” he chuckled.

“Fuck you,” she swore back at him before rolling onto her back, “I feel awful.”

“Yeah, me too,” he sighed, “I barely remember last night.”

“Me either. I hope I didn’t do anything embarrassing…”

“I’m sure you didn’t,” he assured, “We should go get some water, and eat.”

“Good call, but I need to shower first,” she yawned as she finally sat up, “Mind if I use your shower?”

“No, no of course not, I’m just gonna call Haz.”

“Cool, I’ll be quick,” she promised.

“Take your time,” he waved her off as he punched in his friend's number.

“Ah, he lives,” Harrison teased as he picked up the phone, “How’s (y/n)?”

“Showering, we’re both a bit fucked,” he frowned, “You aren’t in the suite are you?”

“No, we got breakfast and now we’re heading for the mob museum. We were going to wake you guys up but it seemed like you needed the sleep. You want to come meet us here?”

“Maybe, we’ve got to go eat first though,” he sighed, “Dude, what happened last night?”

“We all got really trashed, you and (y/n) were taking shots and you two took the driver and disappeared. We were all too trashed to even notice you were missing until we left though, but you guys were passed out when we got back to the hotel, so we figured you must have just headed back,” he chuckled, “Don’t remember a thing huh?’

“Hardly, I mean I remember being at the club for a while, but I don’t remember leaving…”

“Does she remember anything?”

“No, I don’t think she remembers anymore than I do.”

“That’s good, at least if you, you know, confessed something, she doesn’t remember.”

Tom blushed, “Yeah, that’s a plus…”

It was obvious to Harrison that something was wrong, “What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Tom sighed, “I’ve just got this feeling something happened, I just can’t remember what.”

“Hey, I’m sure if you did anything too bad it’d be in the news by now. You probably just threw up or fell or something.”

“Probably, I just hope no one got it on video.”

“I’m sure they didn’t, look I gotta go, our Uber’s here, but let me know if you end up heading our way.”

“Yeah, no problem, I’ll get back to you in a bit.”

Tom rubbed his eyes and dug around his suitcase for some fresh clothes, after finding them he headed across the suite to use a different bathroom. He desperately wanted to clean up and figure out exactly what had occurred the night before. She still looked exhausted when they reunited outside of his room, he was sure he didn’t look any better.

“Everyone went out already huh?”

Tom nodded, “Yeah, they’re at the mob museum right now. They said we can meet up with them if we want, I figure we can see how we feel after we eat.”

“Good idea,” she rubbed her stomach with a sigh, “Do you think a mimose would help or hinder me right now.”

He smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, “Definitely hinder. I think both of us should be on an alcohol detox today.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” she sighed, “Alright, a boring, virgin breakfast it is.”

“Oh you poor thing,” he laughed as they stepped onto the elevator, “It’s just tragic.”

They both opted for something easy on the stomach, simple eggs and fruits, regretting that they didn’t bring sunglasses down from the hotel room. They were both certain they couldn’t make it through a day on the strip, the lights and noise were bound to be too much, which ruled out the possibility of going to meet their friends. Tom still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, it was an unreachable itch in the back of his mind.

“What do you remember from last night?”

“Uh, being at the club, doing some shots,” she tapped her chin, “I don’t know Tom, not much, it’s all kind of blurry really.”

“Same here. I just wonder where we were…”

“I’m sure we just came back here,” she yawned, “I mean you’re pretty high profile, if we were out doing anything crazy I’m sure we would have heard about it by now.”

“Yeah, probably…”

“Mr. Holland?” the waiter approached their table with a smile, “I have something for you from the front desk.”

“Oh, thanks,” he frowned at the manilla envelope placed in front of him, “Uh, who’s this from?”

“Your diver returned it this morning.”

“Thanks,” he repeated as he tore into the envelope, suddenly going wide eyed at its contents, “What the…”

(y/n) frowned and scooted towards him, “I wanna see.”

Before them laid a series of photos of them, clearly taken the night before at the Little White Chapel. (y/n) held a bouquet and Tom held her, his lips pressed to her cheek in one photo and her lips in the next.

“Holy shit,” (y/n)’s jaw nearly hit the floor, “No fucking way…”

“We must have been there for someone else,” Tom tried to explain.

“With a bouquet? Kissing?” (y/n) frowned at him, “Oh my god we eloped in Vegas!”

“Guess you can mark that one off your bucket list,” Tom tried to joke.

“Tom!” she flushed, “This is serious! We need to go somewhere right away and get this annulled!”

“Look even if we did do it, it doesn’t mean it was legally binding, I mean we were drunk, they probably just let us take some pictures to entertain us.”

“God I hope so,” she groaned, “We need to go down there now, get this sorted out right away.”

“I’ll call a driver,” Tom assured, “We’ll sort this out.”

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(y/n) drummed her finger along her arm nervously while the elder lady at the chapel typed away at her computer, checking if anything had been registered under either of their names.

“Oh, yep, here it is,” she smiled to them, “Looks like we did hold a wedding for you two last night.”

“Like a real, legal one?” (y/n) pressed.

She nodded, “Yep, you two are married.”

“W-Well you have to delete it,” she demanded.

“Oh hunny, I can’t do that,” she apologized, “You’ll have to go to the county court to apply for an annulment.”

She groaned and Tom smiled at the lady as he ushered her towards the door, “Thanks for all your help, have a nice day.”

“You’re welcome!” she called after them cheerfully.

“This sucks,” (y/n) pinched her brow as they returned to the car, “I guess we’re going to the county court then.”

“We’ll get this sorted out,” Tom blushed, “I just hope we can stay friends after the divorce.”

She laughed while he gave instructions to the driver, “Depends how big my alimony checks are.”

“Why are you the one that gets alimony checks? What about me huh?”

“Because there’s no way I make more money than you movie star,” she poked his chest, “I’m taking Tessa too.”

“Oh now you’re taking it way too far,” he shook his head, “You can take the kids, and the houses, and the money, but no way you’re taking Tessa.”

“Dick,” she shook her head, “After everything we’ve been through, I can’t even keep the dog?”

“Absolutely not,” he laughed, “That’s my baby, I’ll go to war over her.”

“You used to talk that way about me,” (y/n) rolled her eyes, “See this is exactly why we’re getting this divorce.”

“Maybe we should have tried counseling,” he hummed, “You know I don’t think it would be so bad.”

“A divorce?”

“No, if we were married,” he flushed, “I mean just cause we’re like best friends and everything…”

“Yeah but you don’t marry your best friend,” she laughed, “You marry the love of your life.”

“I know, I know, I’m just saying, you know,” he wrung his hands nervously, embarrassed he’d said anything at all.

“What? That’d we’d be a super hot celebrity power couple? Because that’s totally true,” she smiled, “We’d be the best dressed at every premier.”

“Yeah, we’d be a good power couple…”

“I’m sure you and your eventual wife will also be a power couple,” she squeezed his arm with a big smile, “Well, second wife.”

He nodded and pursed his lips, “Can you believe we kissed?”

She laughed, “Oh yeah, lucky you.”

He was upset he couldn’t remember their first, and possibly only kiss, he always imagined it would be more special. “It’s just weird not remembering any of it.”

“I just don’t even know where we got the idea,” she sighed, “I wonder if we drove by it or something…”

“I don’t know, maybe we just talked about it.”

“Maybe, like we got all drunk and got up in our feels.”

“Probably.”

“Tom, what's wrong?” she frowned at him.

“Nothing, I’m just hungover,” he insisted.

“Alright, well we can go lay down again after we sort this out.”

“Yeah, that’d be nice.”

They were quiet the rest of the drive, with Tom growing more and more anxious as they approached the courthouse. It wasn’t that he wanted to be married, but he wanted some kind of relationship. He wanted to confess that he liked the idea of kissing her and being married to her and all of that, he just couldn’t seem to spit it out.

“Hi,” (y/n) smiled at the woman at the front desk, “This is kind of embarrassing but we got really drunk last night and ended up getting married, we just needed to file for an annulment.”

“Happens all the time,” she nodded, “Just fill this out and we’ll call you back to get this sorted out.”

“Thanks,” she took a clipboard and sat down beside Tom, “Time to start dividing assets.”

“Yeah, sounds good,” Tom took the board from her and began scribbling information down.

“Oh come on, I’m not that bad of a wife.”

“Ah, what’s got you in a sour mood Tommy?”

“Nothing,” he insisted, “I’m just trying to get this over with.”

“(y/n).”

“Fine, fine, I’ll just sit here,” she sighed, “Guess we aren’t getting divorce ice cream after this huh?”

Tom said nothing.

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Tom continued to be quiet as they signed papers and drove back to the hotel, all (y/n) could get with her were one word responses. She wasn’t sure what had changed and made him so upset. She was worried he’d gotten a message from his managers or something.

“Tom come on, you can tell me what’s going on,” she begged, “I know you're upset.”

“It’s nothing okay? I keep telling you I’m fine.”

“But you aren’t, I know you aren’t, and I’m just trying to help, you know you can tell me anything.”

He pinched his nose, “I can’t tell you about this.”

“Of course you can,” she set her hand on his back with a frown, “You can tell me anything.”

“I don’t know, today was just stressful.”

“I’m sure no one saw anything, somebody would have contacted you already.”

“Not about that,” he sighed.

“Okay, what about then?”

“What if I didn’t want to get the annulment?”

She wrinkled her brow in confusion, “Why wouldn’t you?”

“Because it’s you,” he blushed.

“You want us to have some kind of platonic marriage?” she laughed.

Without a word he cupped her face, pressing his lips to hers for a bruising kiss, “We are not platonic, and my feelings are never going to be platonic.”

Her whole face flushed and her jaw hung open in shock, “You’re into me?”

“I’m completely crazy about you,” he nodded.

“S-So you want to marry me?”

“No, no,” he shook his head, “Not right now at least. But I don’t want to throw away any chance of us being together.”

“Tom annulling our drunk Vegas wedding isn’t the same as throwing away any chance of us being together,” she bit her cheek, “I mean I think it’s pretty obvious that I’m into you.”

His cheeks flushed bright red, “Really?”

She nodded, “Obviously dummy, I don’t think I would have married you if I didn’t.”

He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, “So it would be cool if I wanted to take you on a date?”

“Very cool,” she nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck, “But maybe this time we can wait a little longer for the proposal.”

“Yeah well a Vegas drive thru was never exactly my dream wedding anyway,” he squeezed her waist and pressed a kiss to her forehead, “Maybe we should go somewhere without alcohol though, just to be safe.”

“Considering my head’s still throbbing, I actually think I’m good on drinking for the rest of the year,” she got on her tiptoes, giving Tom another quick kiss.

“Speaking of which, how would you like to come take a hangover nap with me, girlfriend.”

“Sounds like a lovely use of our time, boyfriend.”

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jessikahathaway · 3 years

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Vegas, Baby - Part II

Pairing: Kim Taehyung X Reader

Genre: Mafia!AU, Accidental Marriage!AU

Warnings: Explicit Language

Words: 3.6 k

Here's the next part of Vegas, Baby guys! Hope everyone is staying safe and healthy out there! Love you!

You all rolled up into the club at around 9:00, ready to start drinking and getting a good buzz on before going to dance.

The second you hit the club, you felt a thrill rushing through your veins.

“Alright Y/N, start scoping them out,” Jessi said with a smile.

“They aren’t pieces of meat Jessi!” Lily reminded.

“Sorry sorry,” she apologized.

Heading towards the bar you found yourself with Jessi and Lily at your sides, leading the group. You realized you were in charge tonight. This was about you. Lifting your head a little higher you smiled as you all sat down at the bar. The tender was cute, but working and you didn’t want to bother him with your drunken antics.

“Alright Y/N, you’ve already got four men interested,” Jessi whispered, ordering a drink from the bartender.

“What?” you asked, moving to turn around when Lily pinched your hip. “Ow!”

“Don’t look, keep your air of mystery going. And you’ve just arrived, plenty of time to dance and see who you feel good with,” Lily reminded.

“Right, okay,” you said, ordering a drink from the bar as well.

You spent about half an hour trying to calm your racing heart, by dousing it in alcohol. But Jessi put an end to that rather quickly.

“Don’t drink too much or you’re definitely not going out of our sight tonight,” she warned.

“Sorry,” you said, ordering a glass of water to chill the buzz that was starting to fog up your head.

“I think it’s time for a dance,” Lily said after you had finished your water.

“Yeah, I feel like moving,” you said, hopping down from the stool carefully.

That’s when you saw him.

He was blending in with the crowd easily, but when you looked at his face, you knew he was different than everyone in this building. For one, he was gorgeous. A sculpted jawline that could cut marble. Dark eyes that made heat swirl in your stomach and long curly hair that looked perfect to tug on.

He was dressed in probably the most expensive clothes you’ve ever seen. Even though it was a simple white dress shirt tucked into some nice black dress pants, you saw the jewelry he wore blinking in the light. No doubt it was costly. One of his rings must’ve cost more than the dress you were wearing, easily.

But that didn’t stop the swirl of desire rushing through your veins.

“I think she found someone,” Jessi said, smile evident in her voice.

“Who-oh... Wow...” Lily trailed off, looking at him as well.

“What do you think Y/N? Wanna approach him?” Jessi asked.

“I-I don’t know,” you breathed.

As if sensing someone was looking at him, he turned away from the guy he was talking to and looked dead at you. It made your heart squeeze painfully in your chest. But, you managed a small smile at him, tucking your hair behind your ear.

Your awkward attempt at flirting from across the room seemed to work, cause a smile was returned.

“Oh my God!” Jessi yelped.

“He’s interested,” Lily confirmed.

“Come on Y/N, let’s go dance. He’s interested, he’ll come talk to you. But don’t make a move just yet,” Jessi said softly, pulling you toward the dance floor.

Getting in between the sweaty bodies made you a little uncomfortable, but the liquid courage in your veins made everything much easier. Jessi moved your body with hers, having you mimic her motions.

Soon there were plenty of men approaching, trying to get the chance to dance with you. But Jessi and Lily were quick to distract them with themselves. After what felt like an eternity, the man you saw earlier was making his way to the dance floor. Your heart sped in your chest, making you feel weak. But soon, the man was a few feet from you.

“Excuse me,” he said, his deep baritone vocals seeping into your bones.

“Yes?” you asked, looking at him with a shy expression.

“Care to dance?” he asked, holding his hand out to you.

Taking it shortly thereafter you were pulled into his frame. The scent of sandalwood and musk over took you, making your head spin pleasantly. The pair of you moved together tentatively, not quite familiar but not uncomfortably. A different song came on and the man before you took it upon himself to turn your body so your back was facing his front. Wrapping his arms around your waist he rested his head along the crook of your neck.

“I dare say, you are the most beautiful girl out here tonight,” he say, breathing onto your exposed skin.

“Thank you, you look amazing too,” you mentioned, feeling his cool rings against your bare skin from the cutouts in your dress.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Y/N,” you answered.

“Y/N,” he repeated, letting the feeling of your name sit on his tongue.

“What’s your name?” you asked back.

“Vante,” he said quietly. You nodded, already knowing this wasn’t his real name. Maybe you shouldn’t have given him yours, but, it was too late to take it back now.

“So, what brought you here?” he asked, swinging his body to the beat and moving your body with his.

“My friends,” you said, trying to keep your mind level.

“Yeah? They brought you out? You’re not from around here are you,” he asked.

“What makes you say that?” you asked.

“This is my club, and I’ve never seen you here before. I’d certainly remember.”

You could feel his smile against your skin, and it made your heart jump into your throat. But, unlike with most men, you didn’t feel like he was playing with you, or trying to just get the small talk out of the way to get to the main event.

He felt... Genuine.

“I lost my job back home, and decided that a week in Vegas is what I needed before I move back in with my parents,” you admitted.

“I’m sorry to hear that you lost your job,” he said.

“Eh, it was a pretty basic office job, so I’m not too heartbroken over it,” you told him honestly.

“Well, I’m glad it brought you here,” he said, the smile never leaving his face.

“Me too,” you said quietly.

“How long are you in Vegas for?” he asked.

“A week, this is my first night,” you answered.

“I see, that isn’t very long,” he said, sounding almost disappointed.

“No, I wish I could stay longer,” you said.

“I’m sure your friends do too,” Vante stated.

The song ended and another one picked right up where it left off, but Vante moved away from your body and turned you around.

“I’ll tell the bartender that your tab is on the house. You and your friends, it was nice talking to you, I hope I see you again,” Vante said before moving to walk away.

“Wait!” you said.

Jessi would’ve slapped you for this.

“Did you want to... Get out of here, with me?” you asked, wincing as the words came out of your mouth.

“Well, as tempting as an offer that is. And believe me, it is extremely tempting, I’m afraid I have to decline. I have work to do tonight, but I wanted to stop by the club to see how everyone was doing before I headed out. But, enjoy the rest of your night Y/N,” he said. With that he stalked off towards the bar, leaving you in the middle of the floor alone.

“What the fuck,” Jessi said, coming up behind you.

“Did he just leave you here?” Lily asked, already looking like she was ready to fight.

“Don’t Lily,” you said, already feeling your blood beginning to cool.

“What do you mean? That dick just played you!”

As much as you wanted to agree with her and be mad, you couldn’t. Cause you didn’t see it that way. When Vante spoke, he seemed as though he was being authentic with you. You believed the only thing he lied about, was his name.

“Come on guys, I don’t want to dwell on it. Let’s get some more drinks,” you suggested heading towards the bar.

You sat down and the bartender smiled at you brightly.

“Mr. Vante says that you ladies have a free tab tonight! Enjoy! Everything is on the house,” he smiled.

“What?” Jessi said, turning to look at you.

“Oh yeah... He said that he owns this club,” you winced.

“And he gave you a free tab for the night?” Lily asked.

“Yeah...?” you said, confused.

“Oh babe, this isn’t over then,” Jessi confirmed.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“If he gave you a free tab, it means he wants you to come back! We’ll have to come back again!” Jessi said, drinking her screwdriver happily.

“I guess,” you said, already looking forward to the idea of seeing him again.

It was your last night in Vegas when you went back to Vante’s club. Dressed in Jessi’s red silk dress that cut off right in the middle of your thighs. She said she wanted to pay homage to your pop of color the first night you and Vante met. It would help you stand out more.

You were talking to the bartender, who’s name you found out to be Tyler. He was super nice and really chill, already getting you the drink you favored most the previous night.

“Thanks,” you smiled, taking a sip already.

“So, let’s see if he’s here tonight,” Jessi said, looking over the crowd with her razor sharp gaze.

The three of you started drinking and before you knew it you were tipsy.

Not to the point where you didn’t know what you were doing, but it was enough to get you feeling light.

Then, like a ghost, Vante appeared from the back. He looked just as good as he did the first day. Sharp, crisp and clean clothes adorned him. He appeared like a magazine model has come to life off the page.

His eyes met yours and a warm rush of heat flooded your system. He smiled and kept his eyes trained on you, coming forward through the swarm of people that separated you. Jessi and Lily instinctively left to go dance at that moment.

“Have fun,” Jessi whispered.

“Be safe,” Lily said, before following.

Vante approached you and placed a hand on the stool facing you.

“I thought I scared you off,” he said, looking at the liquor behind the bar.

“I don’t scare easy,” you said smiling.

“I’m glad, I was worried I wasn��t going to see you again before you left,” he said, pointing at the vodka bottle and getting it handed to him shortly thereafter. Shot glasses were placed on the counter next to the two of you and then Tyler was gone again.

“Unfortunately it’s my last night here, I have a flight tomorrow at 4:00,” you said to him.

“That is unfortunate,” Vante agreed.

“But that doesn’t mean I can’t have fun,” you offered.

“You’re right about that,” he said, pouring two shots.

“No work to do tonight?” you asked, hinting to when he turned you down.

“Fortunately for me I don’t,” he smiled, pushing a shot glass towards you.

He took his shot first. Shortly after you took yours. The burn traced your throat, filling your body with warmth. Vante poured another for himself, and took it, licking his lips at the end. Clearing his throat he looked to you.

“So, last night in Vegas, what are your plans?” he asked.

“I don’t really have any,” you said lamely, hoping he didn’t leave.

“Ah, so you’re free?” he said with another shot being pushed your way.

You took it and tossed it down, coughing lightly after.

“I am,” you said.

“That is nice to hear,” he said, taking his third shot in ten minutes.

Placing your hand on his wrist, you stopped him from pouring another one.

“Something wrong?” he asked, looking down at the alcohol then back to you.

“I-I uh...”

In all honesty you didn’t want him to get too drunk, it was nice just talking to him like this.

“Rough day for me, I’m afraid. Hence the eagerness to hit the booze,” he smiled sadly, as if it really pained him to admit it.

“I’m sorry, do you want to talk about it?” you asked, looking at him in concern.

“No, no that’s okay. Thank you for the offer though, that’s incredibly sweet,” he nodded.

“Well, if you ever are feeling in a sharing mood, maybe I can give you my number?” you asked. It was a long shot, because you were leaving tomorrow, but the idea of never speaking to him again made your heart sink into your stomach.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” he smiled.

He handed you his phone and you plugged the number in, putting your name in at the top. Then, he held his hand out for yours, which you gave him.

“Are you going to put your real name in there?” you asked, suddenly unable to filter your words.

Vante just smirked.

“Very perceptive, knowing I didn’t give you my real name,” he said as he plugged in ‘Vante’ as the contact name.

“So that’s a no,” you said, taking your phone back and putting it in your purse.

“Don’t sound so disappointed. There’s a lot of power in names, you know,” he said.

“I guess,” you pouted.

“Don’t look so down,” he smiled, coming over to wrap his arms around your shoulder.

“I think I need another drink,” you confessed, waving Tyler down.

“The usual?” he asked, and you nodded.

“Mr. Vante? What would you like?” he asked.

“A manhattan, strong, with bourbon instead of whisky,” he ordered.

“Very good, I’ll be right back,” he said.

The two of you kept drinking and talking, exchanging pleasantries. But Vante seemed to dig into you, while you barely scraped the surface of him. And the problem was, the more you drank, the more your mind was swirling with the thought of him. His face and eyes boring into your flesh.

The last thing you remember before everything goes black are those beautifully sad eyes.

You woke up with a pounding headache. But the plushness of the pillows made up for the severe ache in your head. Cracking your eyes open you saw the light coming in through the window.

That’s when you realized.

You weren’t with Jessi and Lily...

Bolting up in bed you looked around. You were still in your clothes, thank God. But, where were you?

Looking in the bed next to you, you saw someone else sleeping. Still fully clothed as well. Your heart eased a little, until you figured out who it was.

It was Vante. Vante was sleeping next to you.

Had you slept with him last night?

You were still clothed, but that didn’t mean anything. Suddenly, a wave of nausea came over you, making you rush to the bathroom to empty the contents of your stomach into the toilet.

Rinsing your mouth out you heard shuffling in the other room.

Peaking your head out the door you saw Vante sitting up and examining the area just as you had done. Did he not remember anything either?

You walked into the room and saw Vante’s look of confusion turn to concern.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you answered.

“This isn’t the time to joke around Y/N, do you remember anything?” he asked.

“No, I don’t, the last thing I remember was sitting in the club with you,” you said.

He sighed and ruffled his hair. You couldn’t help but feel a little thrill at his attitude and morning voice. But, you weren’t here to be yelled at.

“Vante what’s going on?” you asked.

“I don’t know, I drank too much,” he groaned, laying down on the bed and looking up at the ceiling.

“We didn’t drink that much, did we?” you asked, not really talking to Vante.

“I’m not sure, but my tolerance is pretty high. I shouldn’t have blacked out,” he said, concern lacing his features.

“Jessi, Lily!” you shrieked, shuffling through your purse that was unceremoniously thrown on the floor until you found your phone.

43 missed calls

76 messages

“Oh I’m so fucked,” you groaned. Then you looked at the time. And you screamed.

Vante jumped in the corner at the sound and you bolted up right and looked at the clock in the room. It wasn’t wrong.

4:38 pm.

“Shit! Shit shit shit!’ you cried.

“What?!” Vante yelled back.

“I missed my flight! And I don’t have the money to get back now,” you whimpered, already feeling tears welling up in your eyes.

“Hey don’t cry,” Vante said, coming over and trying to calm you down.

But in the process of bringing your hand to your eyes to wipe them, you saw a glint in the light. Looking closer you noticed a simple, silver band over your finger.

“What the-”

“Oh fuck,” Vante said, looking down at your purse.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

Without a word, he reached down and pulled out the piece of paper that was shoved inside.

Unfolding it and smoothing the wrinkles out, Vante held the piece of paper over you.

Squinting in the light you looked at the top.

Marriage License

“Oh fuck,” you whsipered. “What are we gonna do?” you asked.

“Well-I... I’m not too sure,” he whispered, rubbing his chin.

“I gotta call my parents,” you said, reaching to call them when Vante took your phone out of your hand.

“No, don’t,” he said.

“What do you mean? They’re expecting me to be on a plane back home!” you said.

“Y/N, we’re in big trouble. I don’t think you realize that,” he said.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“I haven’t been completely transparent with you,” he sighed, rubbing his face.

“What do you mean Vante?” you asked.

“Firstly, my name isn’t Vante. It’s Taehyung,” he started.

“Taehyung,” you said softly.

“And I’m not some regular club owner,” he said.

“Okay...?”

“I’m a... a part of the Korean Mafia,” he whispered.

Panic surged through your body.

“Don’t fuck with me right now Vante-Taehyung!”

“I’m not fucking with you Y/N, I’m being deathly serious,” he said, voice chilling your skin.

“Okay, alright. Say you are a member of the Korean Mafia, what does that mean? Are you going to kill me?” You asked, fear trickling down your spine at the thought.

“No! No no, I’m not gonna hurt you. You’re legally my wife for christ sake,” he said.

“Then what’s the issue? We just get an annulment in a couple days and then we’re free. Issue solved. I can stay with Jessi and Lily until my parents can get me back home,” you said, already formulating a plan in your head.

“No, that’s not gonna happen,” he said quietly.

“What do you mean that’s not gonna happen?” you asked, shocked.

“You can’t just get an annulment with me,” he said, looking at the ground.

“Excuse me?” you asked, stunned at his words.

“If you leave me, it’ll make me look weak. And, you’re at risk of being hurt by stray members of the mafia. There are rivals who will use you to try to get to me now. Even if we aren’t married. You’re safest at my side for now,” Taehyung said, looking out the window.

“So, you’re saying my life is at risk because of this?” you asked, looking down at the marriage license with a sour taste in your mouth.

“Yes, unfortunately that’s the truth. You’re a part of this now, whether we like it or not,” he announced.

“Taehyung, what am I going to do? I can’t go back home and bring this to my parents, Jessi and Lily will murder me if I tell them. What do I do?!” you shrieked.

He whirled around and placed his hands on your shoulders.

“What we’re not gonna do is panic. That’s the last thing we need, so what we’re going to do is play the role. We got married on purpose, a secret ceremony. My parents aren’t going to like this either. But, we’ve been dating for a while, just not publicly. We were so madly in love that we couldn’t help but get married,” he said.

“What are you talking about!? I can’t just tell my parents that I got married in Vegas. I can’t tell Lily and Jessi that I got married to you last night! What can I do Taehyung? This is all such a huge mess,” you whimpered, breaking down into tears.

“Please don’t cry,” he said, kneeling down beside you.

“I can’t help it, I’m so overwhelmed.”

He sighed and rubbed your back until you calmed down a little. And then he spoke again.

“You’re telling your parents that you got a job opportunity here in the states and are staying here with Jessi and Lily. They won’t think twice about it. As for Jessi and Lily, we’re going to have to tell them the truth,” he said.

“We? You plan on explaining to my two best friends that I got hitched in Vegas drunk off my ass to a mafia member?” you exclaimed.

“If that’s what it takes, then yes,” he said.

“Jesus Taehyung do you hear yourself? I barely know you!”

“I know, I know, but I need you to trust me. Just trust me. I can offer you a life of comfort, your family will be safe and want for nothing. You just can’t leave me,” he said.

“Taehyung,” you said, still very uncertain.

“I promise you, I’m not lying. I give you my word,” he said, placing his hand over his heart. You saw his ring glinting in the light and you sighed.

“Fine. But I gotta talk to Jessi and Lily. Soon,” you said firmly.

“I’ll take you,” he said, already grabbing his keys from his pockets.

“Okay,” you sighed, looking down at your purse.

God, what had you done?

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Call Me Mother, Chapter One

I languidly drained the last breath from my cigarette, the drag filling my lungs. My garter straps hung down lazily, tickling my thighs, as they awaited their purpose. Music thumped rapidly, and whoops of delight resounded through the hall. The dressing room door swung open; a small, but curvaceous woman behind it.

Her eyebrows were tweezed to perfection, eyes deeply shadowed, eyelashes false and curled into large feathery swoops; her mouth was like a plump strawberry. I’d always harbored a mild curiosity about how it tasted.

“Mary, you’re up in 10 minutes. I want you at the curtain in five," Cristella said, her hispanic accent thick.

“Is that a new corset?” I asked. Cristella turned me around, and yanked the laces of my corset together. Thank god I haven’t needed to breathe for the last 150 years, I thought. I floated a small influence her way. Gentler, please. She complied, unwittingly. They always do.

I don’t normally use my influence on people I like, but I’m far too hungry to risk her pinching me with this corset. I couldn’t forgive myself if I lost control. She was far too kind to die a death that violent.

“It is. This papí chulo I’ve been seeing said he wanted me to wear it for him. Maybe he’ll tip better," she said, carefully pulling the slack out of the lower half of my corset. I placed my hands over my belly, holding everything in place.

“What’s the crowd looking like?” I tucked the ties away. She jutted a hip out, and began counting off on her impeccably manicured fingers.

“The usual crowd. Old Man Carraway, that one divorcee who drinks like a fish. College kids. Oh, there’s also these dudes in silver masks. Low-key kind of demonic. And some weird guy in like, face paint? He’s painted up like a calavera. I figured they came from that concert that was in town. You know, the one that church was protesting? Say they like worship Satan or something?”

“Sounds about right." I bent down to attach my straps to the garters of my stockings.

“They’re probably here for a private room, so I figured I’d put you on now. You’re good at handling the weirdos." Cristella giggled, watching me struggle to get the backs of my stockings attached. She and I broke into fits of giggles, as she chased me in circles, trying to help me attach my stockings.

“Let me get that. Hurry up and get on stage!” she said, giving me a playful smack on the ass. I pranced out of the room, trying to avoid her grasping mitts.

“Hey! No bruising the merchandise!” I giggled, linking arms with her as we strutted backstage, perfectly in step with one another. She grabbed the microphone from Mike the Mic Guy, gave me a wink, and stepped through the curtain.

“Aaaaand we’re back! Now, this next lady I’ve got lined up for you is quite a treat. She’s as pale as cream, thicker than a bowl of oatmeal, and will definitely step on you. Well, she might if you tip well. For legal reasons, we can’t call her “Elvira,” so I guess we’ll settle for… MOTHER! MARY!” That was my cue. I sauntered through the curtain, my hips moving like a figure eight. I moved across the stage, “Lullaby” by the Cure playing. I always chose various genres of rock for my acts. Not that I have anything against the other girls’ music choices… but there’s only so much female rap you can play in one night. As I began to dance, I noticed the group that Cristella had mentioned earlier. They were sitting front and center, near the edge of the stage.

Seven of the masked figures sat around the Painted Man, as I had labeled him. Two of the masked figures seemed effeminate, and the other five seemed more masculine. They all ranged in different shapes and sizes. Maybe the masks are a fetish thing? Cristella did say that they came from a concert… Something about them seemed off. I did a swing around the pole, dropping into a fireman, trying to catch a scent. It was a whirlwind of scents, none of them too out of the ordinary. Except the beefy one. He smelled like midnight. I don’t know how to explain it. What really caught my interest though was the Painted Man. Specifically, his eyes. One of them was grey, the iris almost black. The other eye had a pale, white iris. It suited him, and it was beautiful, in an eerie way. Those eyes looked at me, as I danced around the stage, and they knew me. If I had a working heart still, it would be racing.

As Robert Smith crooned, I descended the stairs of the stage as sensually as one could in Pleaser heels, making my way to the Painted Man. If I wanted to know what these people were, I’d have to get a closer look. The Painted Man patted one of his legs with a gloved hand, and cocked his head to the side. I took the invitation, but not before I teased him. I crouched between his legs, running my hands up his thighs. As I rose, I walked my hands up his thighs, bringing my face closer to his. His breath graced my skin, smelling faintly of licorice. As he leaned in, for what I could only assume was a kiss, I rose again, strutting over to one of the masked beings. It was the smaller of the male ones. I sat in his lap, letting him run his hands over me as I began to grind on his lap. His growing erection told me I was going to have a busy night.

“Your boss is a little too eager," I whispered, getting a good whiff of him. He smelled faintly of smoke. I put my hands on his chest, trying to keep my balance. No heartbeat.

“What makes you think he’s my boss?” The being asked petulantly. He grabbed onto my waist, as he began to grind with me. I moved his hand to the small of my back, and leaned back in a dip. The being ran his other hand over my belly, in between my breasts, and up to my throat, bringing me back up to his masked face.

“You’re the one wearing a uniform." I darted my tongue out to lick my lips. What is he? My mind raced as I tried to run through every supernatural creature I’d ever known. But then I heard it. I barely even understood it. All I picked up was price and one night. It was Ghoulish. The taller female ghoul was asking about what I can only assume was my hourly rate. Most strip clubs in this part of Vegas were just fronts for brothels. However, it’s hard to sell the idea of prostitution to Mid-Western vanilla tourists. So most of my income was made from stripping. I usually had one or two clients I went to bed with a night. It wasn’t very stable, but then again, I had less expenses than the average stripper, considering my “condition."

“Tell your friend my basic hourly rate is $500. My Ghoulish isn’t any good." I stood up, and made my way to the female ghoul’s lap.

“How do you know Ghoulish?” she asked, a bit of surprise in her tone. I bent over in front of her, shaking my ass for her. She put a couple of bills in the waistband of my panties, punching my previous ghoul in the arm. He forked over some cash as well.

“I’m not human. I’ll leave it at that," I said, stuffing the cash into the top of my corset. Dear lord… All hundreds… The female ghoul rubbed my thighs, turning me back around slowly, so as to admire my ass.

“Could we get a room after your number? I think a private dance is in order," she said, in broken Ghoulish. I nodded, and as if on cue, the lights and music began to fade out. As I began to walk back up the stairs to the stage past the Painted Man, his hand darted forward to smack my ass. God, it really is not the night for this shit. My more animalistic nature took over, and before I could stop it, a hiss left my lips. As if of their own accord, my fangs sprung painfully through my gums. I heard a snap, and looked over to see the largest ghoul stand up. He shook his head. Thank god the lights were low. Embarrassed, I covered my mouth, and made my way across the stage.

“What the fuck was that all about?” Mike the Mic Guy asked, handing a mic to Cristella. I still had my hand over my mouth. Cristella looked worried.

“Are you okay Mary? I can get you some tea if you’re keyed up." I shook my head.

“Please get a room ready. The Freak Parade wants a private dance," I said as I walked away, silently cursing myself. Once back in the dressing room, I threw open the mini-fridge I normally kept padlocked. I looked to the last bottle I had left in my stash. Hopefully it hasn’t clotted, I thought, throwing the bottle back. This wouldn’t end my thirst, but it would certainly quell the burning in my throat. You nearly lost it. You need to bag one of these stupid fucks tonight, or else. I hadn’t had a bad case of blood lust in decades, but the combination of winter holidays, my strict schedule, and FOSTA-SESTA had really cut off my food supply.

The door opened, and Cristella came in with a cup of tea. She looked at the flask in her hand and cocked a brow.

“And you didn’t offer to share. What is that? Cuervo? Henny?” she said, reaching for the flask. I shook my head, and put it back in the fridge, closing the padlock.

“It’s cough syrup. I keep it under lock and key because of that bitch Ronnie. She’s not fooling anybody. You ever see how much her hands shake? Too much caffeine? Yeah, right. We all know what the DTs look like." I began changing into a burgundy velvet bra and panty set, pairing it with some burgundy gloves and stockings. Finally, I found a pair of sparkly Loboutins Lydia had left me. My mind rolled back through the streets of Paris to 1991, when Louboutin opened its first salon. Lydia smiled, as I kissed her shin, helping her into the heel. She looked down at me, her eyes full of love, and the corner of her mouth hiding a kiss just for me.

“Yeah, she is pretty suspish. What happened with those weirdos out there?” Cristella interrupted my memory. I shook my head. Are you just imagining your heartache?

“Oh the big guy was just mad because I didn’t get around to him. That’s why I wanted you to get the room. Plus, I might be able to secure a nice check from these guys. They all seemed absolutely randy," I said. Cristella shook her head, giggling. The gloss in my hand made a popping noise, as I pulled the wand from the bottle. It was my favorite flavor, watermelon.

“I can ask one of the boys to sit in, to keep them from getting too handsy," Cristella said. I shook my head. It would only keep me from getting too handsy, I thought to myself. Bless her heart. I could never make a kill here. I loved the crew here far too much. Plus, I didn’t have a coven. No one to protect me when I fucked up. They kicked me out long ago. It’s the main reason I ended up in Vegas, avoiding the sun when I could, doing my best to keep a legal and convenient profession. Where else could get a job with only night shifts, and a never-ending supply of useless assholes no one cared about?

“I’ll be okay Crissy. Even if they do try something, we have a panic button in there. Don’t worry." I gave her a slimy, glossy kiss on the cheek, earning a shriek from her strawberry mouth. She batted at me, narrowly missing me as I bounded out of the room.

As I approached the bigger of our three private rooms, I noticed two of the larger male ghouls standing outside the door. All of the ghouls dressed similarly, including the female ghouls. But I now noticed the alchemical symbols dangling from their belt chains. The shorter one had a quintessence symbol, the other larger one, an earth symbol. The earth one opened the door, and the quintessence one escorted me in.

“Thank you, Aether. Back to the door with you. Come, have a seat. Dewdrop says there is more to you than meets the eye. Let me pour you a glass of wine, cara," a thick, Italian accent beckoned to me. I walked to the ottoman in the middle of the room, where I usually found myself during private dances.

“I don’t drink during work hours, love. Now, what should I call you?” I looked into the mismatched eyes of the Painted Man.

“You can call me Papa. I’m Papa Emeritus, the fourth. My close friends call me Copia, but I suppose we are not quite there yet, sí?” he said, leaning forward to take my chin in his hand. I nodded.

“While I would love to marvel at your undoubtedly exquisite body, There is some business we should take care of first, piccolina. Do you like Type O Negative?” Cue the record scratching. The dreamy look I normally adopt when with my clients evaporated.

“Excuse me?” I whispered. Papa laughed.

“The band, cara. I was going to have you dance for me later. However, you must have a preference."

“I really don’t understand what you mean," I whispered. Papa laughed again, a big booming laugh.

“I know your secret cara. The ghouls told me. One of my predecessors, Papa Nihil, told me if I were to ever come across your kind, I should try to win your allegiance. Your kind have interesting abilities, specifically the power of influence." Of course that’s what he’s after.

“I don’t do that," I said, looking down to avoid his gaze. Papa tsked.

“I think you will. The ghouls say you smell lonely. Where is your famiglia?” He asked. I shook my head. Lydia’s pained screams echoed in my ears, our last moment together wrenching my heart out of my chest decades later.

“We split because of artistic differences," I said softly. Dewdrop and his companions giggled behind me.

“Forcing people to allow you to exsanguinate them for sport is not ‘artistic differences,’” Dewdrop hissed. The other ghouls laughed. Papa shook his head, and raised a hand to silence them.

“Now now, Dewdrop. It is hard to control one’s basic nature. Sí, tesoro? Tell me, how long has it been since your last drink?” He looked at me with concern. I couldn’t meet his eyes. I knew what he saw. Weak, pathetic, useless… The words were like a disgusting mantra, swirling through my mind, angry and acidic.

“Weeks… It’s been weeks," I whispered. He tsked again. I heard the ghouls chatter amongst themselves. Their pity made me feel disgusting, like a child with sweaty, clammy hands, and odorous armpits.

“What if I told you I could offer you a job and a home? A home where you wouldn’t have to hide your nature. A home where you’d never go hungry again?” I looked up at him.

“What kind of job?” I asked. The ghouls laughed again. Papa shot them a glare.

“I would make use of your gifts occasionally. Nobody would get hurt. You would warm my bed whenever I asked. Maybe pick up a trade or two once back with the Clergy. And in turn, you would get protection, and all the blood you could ever need," he said. I finally mustered the courage to look him in the eyes. What do you have to lose? Besides, you’ve done infinitely worse things.

“You swear on your life, nobody will get hurt? Not a single person?” I asked. Papa nodded.

“I’ll do it. I’ll also require a salary as well," I said, extending my hand. Papa nodded, taking my hand in both of his.

“Anything you need, cara. But first, I think you need a drink. And then we will get the night I paid for," he said. He waved his hand towards the door, which the shorter female ghoul scurried to open. I noticed she sported a pocket chain with an air symbol.

“Bring in one of the more rosy siblings, Cumulus. I suspect our new friend will need the sustenance before we get too far into our plans for the night," Cumulus nodded, and shut the door behind her. Papa stood up, and began removing his suit jacket and gloves; rolling up his sleeves. I could see his blue veins pulsating, causing me to become aroused in a way I cannot quite explain. Involuntarily, my pussy throbbed, and my mouth watered.

“Now now, little one. Be patient. Your drink will be here soon enough. But for now, you will seal our little deal with a kiss, so to speak. On your knees," Papa ordered, gesturing to the floor. I slipped from the ottoman to the floor, crawling on all fours to him. His breath hitched as I slid my hands up his thighs. I didn’t break eye contact as I unbuckled his trousers, nor when I reached into his pants to pull out his sizeable cock.

The door opened, and I heard mumbles, as well as a struggle, and a thud. Of course, both my hands and mouth were preoccupied. I watched Papa intently as I sucked him off. His eyes were rolled back, his mouth slack, and his hands threaded into his hair, as he let out an ungodly moan. I kitten licked his frenulum, stroking his shaft, earning another moan. He bucked his hips into my throat. Sit still, I whispered in the back of my mind. Papa grabbed my hair, and pulled me off his cock.

“Never again, my little bat. Continue," he said, grabbing either side of my face as he began to fuck my throat rigourously. Someone behind me cleared their throat. I wasn’t able to look up, due to my current predicament.

“Can’t you see I’m busy, Cirrus? What is it?” Papa let out a grunt, as his cock twitched in my mouth. I began to fellate him with my hands, wrenching more breathy sighs and groans from him. Within seconds, his warm seed was flooding my throat. I heard Dewdrop cheer, and then a slap, which I assumed was a high five. Papa rolled his eyes and smiled, as I dabbed away the bit of cum that had spilled over my bottom lip.

“Just in time. I needed something to wash down all that salt," I stood, and walked over to the person Cumulus and Cirrus stood in front of. It looked like a plumper woman. She was wearing what looked like a nun’s habit, her red ringlets spilling out from under her wimple.

“All for you cara. Come find me when you have finished your meal," Papa walked out, which left me with the ghouls and my prey. Dewdrop, and the other male ghoul, who sported a water symbol, helped the little nun onto the couch.

“You’re going to let me fuck that tight ass later, right? Nearly busted watching you and Copia earlier," Dewdrop said to me, softly enough for just me to hear. I giggled and nodded, batting him away after he began nibbling on my neck. He patted my ass, and began to pull the wimple from the nun’s head.

“I’ve got this. Why don’t you and the rest of the ghouls get started? I’ll be done pretty quickly." Dewdrop nodded.

“C’mon, Rainy. Come play with my cock, while we watch Mary drink," The water ghoul nodded, grabbing Dewdrop’s hand. I turned my attention back to the nun. She began to stir. I pushed back her hair.

“This is going to hurt a little bit. But I will make this quick and painless. You deserve an easy death." The nun, barely awake, nodded, and turned her head. I cradled her head, and brought her throat to my mouth. With a final kiss to her soft, peachy flesh, I sank my teeth into her throat, not letting a single drop of her blood go to waste.

It felt like drinking water after being stuck in a desert for a week. Her blood was sweet, clean, and thick, and it quenched my thirst quickly. Her body began to go limp in my arms, and her skin turned cold. It’s still not enough. I had to force myself to stop. Never drink the last drop. It might just be the last thing you do, my old mentor’s voice reminded me. I let the little nun drop back to the couch, and turned to face the ghouls. Cirrus sat with Cumulus, each with a hand in the other’s pants. Rain was bobbing his head up and down slowly, as Dewdrop played with his hair. Dewdrop looked up at me.

“Hot," he said. Cirrus nodded, and refocused her attention on Cumulus. Rain moaned, causing Dewdrop to hiss. I looked at them all, lust clouding my gaze.

“Make room. It’s my turn," I said. Dewdrop pulled my mouth to his, not fazed one bit by the blood coating my lips. Cirrus began to explore the space between my thighs with her long, gorgeous fingers. Rain held my hair, kissing and nipping at my neck. A girl really could get used to this...

Hours later, after all of the ghouls had had their turn, even the two from the door, I was back in the dressing room. I opened the envelope the earth ghoul, Mountain, had handed me on the way out. My eyes grew like saucers as I counted the money inside. I had only expected eight grand; two hours, eight clients, multiplied by $500. But as I counted, I realized I had 15 grand in my hands. The door opened, breaking my wealth-induced trance. It was Papa.

“If you would really like the job, come to this address in two weeks. Bring only what you must. Put everything else in storage," he said, handing me a card. I was confused.

“Why two weeks?” I asked. Papa smiled.

“Because it’s polite, cara. Don’t forget your letter of resignation."

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This is the first thing I've wrote in years! I hope you all enjoy it! A special thanks to @gasolineghuleh for all of their help!

#the band ghost #popia #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #aether ghoul #cumulus ghoullete #cirrus ghoulette #duckydaydreams

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