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hamsterclaw · 7 months

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Fic Library: Yoongi (Pt 1)

My ult bias, it makes sense that there were too many to fit into one list. All of these authors capture the essence of my favourite tsundere king, check these stories out and show them some love.

Pause by @whatifyoulivelikethat. Music producer MYG x reader, domestic abuse. The first time I ever slid into an author's DMs was after I read this, to let them know how much I loved this story. It's unexpected, and profoundly beautiful, and re-reading it now takes me back to where I was when I first read it.

Like Butter by @bonvoyagenoona. Photographers MYG x reader, director KNJ x reader. Set in the setting of a magazine production team, and featuring a very sexy scene with our fave maknae and a scheming Park Jimin.

Countermelody by @bonvoyagenoona. Producer MYG x shopgirl/musician reader. A gorgeously rendered enemies to lovers story that's as much about life, love, new starts, self belief as it is about Min Yoongi and his beanie. IYKYK.

Moonlit throne by @hobidreams.Joseon king Yoongi x reader, historical AU. The seminal Joseon dynasty story told in a non-linear timeline with a perfectly characterised Yoongi and incredible attention to detail.

Three Tangerines by @kithtaehyung. Fuckboy Yoongi x f! reader, brother's best friend AU. 3tan makes it onto almost every fic rec list I've seen, and deservedly so - the dialogue slaps, the writing's sharp and this Yoongi's irresistible.

Bet on it by @minisugakoobies. Quizzers Yoongi x reader, featuring a super competitive reader and Yoongi with a blonde undercut. Hot, fun and hilarious.

Perpetual Datejust by @jiminrings. Model Yoongi x manager reader. A very sweet, romantic read, with a devoted reader and a healthy dose of angst.

Sodium Vapor by @miscelunaaa. Yoongi x f! reader. An atmospheric, wistful read about a chance meeting that also has Em's signature raw honesty.

Man of the year by @raplinesmoon. Single dad Yoongi x gn reader. A sweet, heartwarming read, and Yoongi's relationship with his daughter is adorable.

Look down on me like that by @here2bbtstrash. Co-workers Yoongi x reader, enemies to lovers. There's nothing better than Yoongi being an asshole, and he's written so perfectly here, as are reader and cute and endearing babystarcandy JK.

Teardrop by @hesperantha. Yoongi x reader, road trip AU. I read sometimes just for the pleasure of how a writer puts words to paper, and this is one of those stories - there are so many truths woven into the words, subtle and beautiful.

Moving day (Explicit) by @here2bbtstrash. Yoongi x reader, domestic AU. Sweet, sexy smut involving Yoongi tying up his hair. I repeat, Yoongi tying up his hair. The visual still gives me chills.

Proof by @illneverrecover. Yoongi x reader, strangers to lovers. A confident reader approaches an equally confident, sexy Yoongi with the added bonus of Joon and Jin as supportive besties.

Quiet Kitten by @thatlongspringnight. Professor Yoongi x college student reader - a smutty read with a fiercely sexy, stern Professor Min.

Straight Shooter MYG x reader, cyberpunk AU by @snackhobi. A perfectly characterised Yoongi, a dystopian futuristic setting and a subtle and gorgeous love story that I've read and re-read more times than I can say. The story that pulled me into BTS fanfic that I still have so much love for now.

Punch Drunk MYG x reader, boxer AU by @joonbird. From memory there's an open ending but that hasn't stopped me from re-reading. A troubled Yoongi's depicted so beautifully here.

Greedy MYG x reader, mafia AU by @xjoonchildx. Ana knows how much I love this - this Yoongi breaks my heart every time and I love how the relationship develops between him and reader.

Close Call by @xjoonchildx - a follow up to Greedy that's just as stunning as the OG story. I can't tell you how much I love this. Yoongi's a provider, and he takes care of his own, and there's nothing sexier.

All the wrong places by @mrworldwideshoulders. Yoongi x reader, strangers to lovers, in progress. An intriguingly irritable Yoongi covers the tab for reader at a bar.

Interlude: Sundown by @eoieopda. Part of the Darksided series, featuring Yoongi x reader in an established relationship. Hot, smutty, intimate goodness.

Angel by @sailoryooons. Mafia Yoongi x sex worker reader. I started reading this and couldn't stop - the writing's sharp and riveting and the pacing is perfect. A sexy, smutty, captivating read with a sexy, dangerous Yoongi.

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zorosbeau33 · 3 months

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Courting Gifts~ One Piece Omegaverse Headcanon Part 2!

Starring: Zoro and Law! x gender neutral reader Genre: Fluff, sfw AU: Omegaverse, Omega Reader Wc: 1480 TW: Mentions of battle All Characters here are legal age or older in my au~ Masterlist~ Part 1~

He gives laid-back alpha vibes. He kinda has to be in order to keep up with Luffy and stand up beside him as right hand.

He was super subtle, SUPER Subtle! He didn’t want anything to change, but at the same time he wanted you to know he’s there and he cares.

It's small things because he’s fine loving you without the return. Just stay healthy and safe for him thats all he wants…and to see your smile sometimes aimed his way

It started at first with small things, handing you a cold drink when it's a scorching day outside.

Gently tying your hair up for you with a hair tye thats the color of his haramaki/or slipping a beanie over your head in that color if your hair is short to take care of you in cold weather

Offering you to try his precious Sake, yes you alone have that privilege

You want sword fighting lessons? He offers them quietly one night while the others are busy. He is barely suppressing the purrs as he gets to hold you, adjust your grip and teach you the motions by holding you within his very muscled arms.

Quality time is huge for him, that's his way of spoiling you

He gets you a cute dangly earring in his shades of green, maybe a tassel, maybe a teardrop on a thin chain, maybe a carved jade flower whatever it is. He spent weeks searching for it as he wanted to ensure it’d be something you’d like

There are the other things though. A pair of his gloves on a winter island end up in your possession.

You have so many of his shirts when did this start? You don’t know but he always has a tiny smirky smile when he sees you wear one.

If he happens upon a snack he think you’d like he buys it while lost. Gives it to you like its nothing but his ears are red. “Here for you.” And then tries to walk away. He doesn’t want or need you to say thank you, he actually gets a bit (very) flustered and tries to leave quickly if you do try to thank him and gets defensive and pouty if you try to tease him about it

The bookmark you had looked at in the store when you were getting him unlost? Suddenly appears in your book on a bench in the Thousand Sunny with his scent lingering all around

Zoro isn’t into extravagant things, especially not presents. He just doesn’t see the point (unless you want a sword that he is gungho for). He does buy you any nesting things if you say you need them.

Personally however he would prefer to be your nest. He loves taking naps so to have you biscuit his chest and the blanket he’d scented for you, while you both take a well deserved rest? He is all for this, both before and after you get together. Warning though you will always have at least one of his arms wrapped around you. Even in his sleep he’s watchful when it comes to you, ready to draw a sword and protect you

He has a small book that he has sketched some drawings of your face with painstaking detail.

Once he’s over you knowing about his top secret hobby, he would be honored and flustered to design you a tattoo if you wanted. It's in his traditional style very Japanese traditional painting style but he’d work so hard on it for you.

Is a sucker for anything with your scent. He doesn’t mind wether you smell of him too much. But he is always secretly longing to have your touch, your taste, your scent burned into his soul. It makes him miss you less, and it keeps him calm.

Would be the crew member to bring home a little kitten for you if you were ever down (he had to beg Nami for permission, and promised to clean up after it). Just one, only ever the one kitten. But he makes sure its taken care of best he can to his knowledge including getting Chopper to check its health over before he gifts the sweet and goofy thing to you.

The kitten like him has a scar and recalling how gentle you were with him he decides out of all the lucious cats, this scrappy little kitten would be the perfect first child for you both to raise.

Not super attached to it at first. Honestly he often gets frustrated while ship breaking the kitten but over time and with your help to learn how to understand its actions. He is almost as protective over that fluff ball as he is you.

Heres a secret follow the cat and you’ll find Zoro, any island any time follow the cat. It knows how to find him everytime

Zoro courting gifts may not be numerous but each of them had meaning and its clear to anyone just how much thought he puts into each one

THIS MAN RIGHT HERE-He’s an alpha, a broody secretly unsure alpha

Absolutely finds the concept of courting gifts to be blown out of proportion. Why are they spending thousands (or in Do Flamingos case Billions) of Berry’s on gifts that have little practical use.

He’s to methodical and detached sometimes for his own good. So his first few gifts to you may have actually been from Bepo/Schachi/Penguin…And boy was he mad.

After they explained they couldnt stand watching him pine without acting on it, and that he was disrespecting you as an alpha and as a Super Nova by not taking care of your courting needs at least. Law relents

His gifts are never tacky, or wasteful though he is drawing a firm line from the start, the submarine is not a hoarding zone and he’s going to keep it that way and take care of you at the same time.

The first few gifts that are actually from him he hands to you himself “You need these for your nest ya?”

Law put hours, upon hours of research into the best pillows to use for an omega nest. He wanted to ensure they’d support you properly and not cause any muscle or bone strain. Silly but endearing

The blankets are thick fluffy and super soft, yes they have the Jolly Roger on it, or are the same pattern as his hat, but it is because he internally wants to lay a little bit of his claim on you even in a place he feels he can’t go (until you invite him, he respects your nest as sacred and has protected it from others even before this. No Penguin pranks allowed to your nest)

He is not hug on giving you his clothes, mainly because he feels he is working hard to supply you with nice clothes to wear and he can scent those (and you in the process) so why do you need his things?

This does not apply and goes right out the window when he’s feeling possessive.

He’s jealous by nature and hugely distrustful. Someone’s flirting with you? Suddenly his jacket is wrapped around your shoulder and he is GLARING. Or during soft cuddle times with him and Bepo he puts his jacket/blanket/hat on you and holds you close to his heart. Yes he likes to pretend you moved into him, but he does pull you in

Other “practical gifts” are any book he thinks you’d enjoy. Literature (even to his own chagrin fantasy) is never a waste…not of Berries and not of space on the ship.

He makes space on his bookshelf for you to have your own row, even if you are not a big reader it's just one of the ways he makes space for you in his life to show you he’s ready for you to be in it even more

If he wants to be a brat (of course it's to piss off Cap’n Kidd) he would then buy you flashy presents. Not too many just enough to tell the other Supernova to fuck off and that he knows you better because while they are baubles they still have practical use! And they are things you instantly love! He’s so smug about your happiness and just the biggest broody tsundere alpha mate.

If you ever did want something not practical but didn’t ask him because you know his rule, he might relent on his decision if he is there at the time you see it. The look of longing on your face and how you are respecting his wishes and self-set guidelines…he might just buy it to surprise you.

Leaving it on the pillow beside you when he gets up in the morning to go to work. He can't help it, he loves you

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anisespice · 1 year

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“ make me ” || tokyo rev.

synopsis: you never tested his patience before, so it came to a surprise when his kitten decided to show her claws all of the sudden. unfortunately for you, this man had time today.

pairing: bonten x fem!reader

warnings: mature content ahead. MDI. vulgar language, mentions of degradation, oral (f&m receiving), name-calling (slut, whore, baby, darling, etc.), impact-play, pussy-slapping, voyeurism, humiliation, ani’s attempt at sex-noises for reader lol i think that’s all, feel free to let me know if i missed anything!

notes: y’all don’t even wanna know how long this junk took me LMAOOO. this is my attempt at rediscovering my inner whore to write smut, so be gentle with her :’) sanzu’s was most def the shortest this time, for some reason i couldn’t go ham on his compared to the others :/ but hope you enjoy them! ♡

First of all, let’s not get it twisted.

Just because he acts like a fucking ornament half the time doesn’t negate the fact he’s still a deadly-ass individual. MIKEY has a whole country in the palm of his hand, an army of men at his disposal, and connections so deep even the police can’t touch him. In shorter terms, he was not to be played with. Many people have tried and failed, never to be heard from again.

Except you, of course. His little lap bunny, his breath of fresh air in a room full of smoke, was the only one who tried him and walked away unscathed. Well, sort of.

“Y’know better than to talk to me like that, gorgeous. Now say you’re sorry, and I might tell Sanzu to make you cum.”

You could barely register Mikey’s low voice in your ear, struggling to hold it together as said gangster between your legs curled his tongue in a way that had you keening.

Mikey has you perched upon your very throne, bare ass pressed up against his throbbing dick confined in his slacks. A large, dark wet spot was prominent there as his grip around your inner thighs kept you spread, leaving you squirming and with no choice but to make a mess all over him, the floor, and Sanzu’s face. He ate you out like a man starved, nosing at your clit whilst steadily tongue-fucking you so good you nearly sobbed when Mikey made him stop.

“Nghshit baby, please…” you croaked, head thrown back against his shoulder as your hips mindlessly chased after Sanzu. Tears streamed down your face as your body shook due to the pent up frustration you so desperately needed to release, painfully aching as your pussy clenched around nothing.

Mikey remained silent as he gently licked a teardrop off your cheek, rutting his hips up into you when you turned to claim his mouth in a searing kiss. Everyone in the room watched with fervor, enthralled with the sight they’d probably never get to see again after today. With the kind of noises you were making, they’d definitely encourage you to crash their meetings more often.

Eventually, he broke the kiss too soon for your liking, a soft whine escaping you until it’s interrupted with a sharp yelp. He briefly let go of your thigh to land a mean swat on your cunt, his executives all collectively groaning in approval at the mere sound of how wet you were.

“Such a little pain slut…” Sanzu slurred, grinning sharply.

Mikey gave you another, then another. Each with a little more bite to it than the last. You cried out in delight after every impact, body convulsing as it tried to run from the intense feeling until the pink-haired gangster had to force you still so his boss could continue to ruin you.

“M-mhmahfuck! Manjiro♡!”

“Still waiting on my fucking apology.”

“I-Ah! I’m sorry! S-So sorry, baby, won’t do it again..!”

He hummed in approval of your obedience, rewarding you by gently rubbing your puffy clit with two fingers. You shakily exhaled in relief, despite Sanzu still holding you down, your hips had a mind of their own as they moved in tandem to Mikey’s rhythm. Small whimpers escaped you, increasing in pitch when he abruptly started flicking his wrist a little faster. Your thighs shook, body seizing up as that familiar coil in the pit of your stomach began to tighten once more; you could almost taste it.

“Mikey…s-s’close…”

Your back pressed snugly against his front, body squirming as you tried grinding back on him. Mikey let out a soft grunt, then huffed in mild annoyance before giving Sanzu a pointed look from over your shoulder—Keep her still.

With an excited giggle, Sanzu quickly wrapped his arms over the tops of your hips, locking you in where you could hardly move, and wasted no time diving his tongue back into your hole. Your back arched as you graced the room with a wanton cry, eyes damn-near rolling to the back of your skull as your tongue stuck out in straight up euphoria. Mikey stopped rubbing your clit to keep you held back against him, Sanzu tightening his hold around your hips, but his pace never faltered.

Sanzu worked you like he had bills to pay, even so much as picking up where his boss left off by rubbing quick, and deliberate circles on your tender little button. You gripped his hair like your life depended on it, pathetically grinding against his face as you chanted your boyfriend’s name to the heavens. Mikey’s hands directed their attention to your tits, molding them in his palms and tugging on your nipples to further overstimulate your senses. He really wasn’t making this any easier on you...

“Baby…wanna cum…p-promise ’ll be good…! Please-uhg! Please let me..!”

Mikey planted a sweet kiss right below your ear, then whispered into it; sending chills down your spine as dread followed right behind it. “What’s the rush, hm? Who the hell said I accepted your sorry-ass apology?”

Sanzu immediately pulled away the second he felt you flutter around his tongue, his wicked grin decorated with your slick growing as you let out such a delicious wail in protest. The entire room darkly chuckled at your expense, and it was then did you actually register there being an audience in the room…

“You interrupted our important meeting with your nonsense. Only fair you make it up to all of us, don’t you agree, gorgeous? Then, maybe I’ll consider forgiving you.”

Hope you got good health insurance because this man would most def rearrange your insides, leaving you bewildered and bedridden with no one to blame but yourself.

You didn’t really take into consideration just how strong this man was, high or sober, SANZU could easily fold anybody. Why you thought you’d be the exception, you had no idea. The moment you allowed those dangerous words to leave your pretty mouth during a heated spat, expecting him not to do a thing about it, you learned quickly that anybody meant anybody; especially misbehaving brats.

“Talk your shit now, fuckin’ slut. Wanna hear you say it, c’mon. What’s the matter? Dick too good, you can’t even think? Hmm? Thought you said it was wack…”

You didn’t know where to grab—The sheets, the pillows, the goddamn lamp?? It was all so much and yet not enough, you craved more but tried to run away from it at the same time. Sanzu railed you from behind, one hand roughly gripping your left asscheek while the other kept your head to the mattress, practically mounting you as he reached toe-curling depth.

To your dismay, he couldn’t have been more correct; dick was going crazy. Sanzu had no problem making you eat your words from earlier, coaxing your battered pussy towards orgasm number three as he began swiveling his hips. “Hah-ah! Haru, Haru I-I’m…uhg! s-shit I’m-”

Sanzu cackled, then immediately mocked you.

“Y-Youyouyou, spit it the fuck out, baby.”

Your face burned in humiliation, but your desire to cum was much stronger than your pride. “I’m sorry! D-didn’t…didntmeanit! I-I mmh! Won’t be bad a-again!”

Stopping for a second to flip you on your back, teary eyes met wild, cerulean ones as they practically singed right through you. You tried to avoid them at first, but Sanzu quickly shut that down. He lightly gripped your jaw, face so close to yours you had no choice back to look at him.

Sanzu panted heavily, cool breath fanning over your sweaty, tear-stricken face. His grin turned even more sinister when he felt you clench around him from the undivided attention. You wanted him so bad, but now you could barely handle looking him in the eye.

You were just something else. And, he wouldn’t want it any other way. Even if you did intentionally piss him off, speaking out the side of your neck with insults that you both knew weren’t even half true, ain’t nothing a good dicking down couldn’t fix.

“Glad to hear it…But this is far from over, pretty. Need to make sure you learned your lesson, so keep your eyes on me. Wanna be the last thing you see before I fuck you unconscious.”

Oh, word? You wanna play that game with him? Alright, bet. But, prepare to fucking lose.

He won’t take you seriously, will most likely see your words as entertainment rather than a challenge. You weren’t actually attempting to push his buttons right now, were you? How adorable.

RAN admired that you seemed to be dedicated to the whole performance, though. The flare, the passion, you even went above and beyond by chucking a few throw-pillows at him. He played along, of course, even let the last one hit him right in the face and acted appalled.

“[Gasp] How dare you hit me in the face? Have you no heart??” Or some dramatic shit like that.

Once you appeared to be finished, Ran had the audacity to give you a slow clap while wearing his signature grin. His low gaze looked upon you with mirth, completely enamored; as if you weren’t just calling him out of his name mere seconds ago. He knew this wasn’t how you normally behaved, so something else had to have been going on. And Ran only had to take one guess as to why you’d be showing out like this.

“You done? Jeez, if you wanted me t’fuck you like some cheap whore, all you had to do was ask, angel.”

Your bodily visibly stuttered.

“I…what?” Ran chuckled, and began loosening up his tie.

“You heard me. Honestly, I’m hurt you felt the need to do all of that just so I’d put you back in your place. That’s what all of this was about, right?”

He smoothly walked past you, and made way for the couch. Plopping down with all his weight, Ran exhaled a heavy sigh once he hit the plush cushions, and stretched out his limbs. His arms rested behind the couch whilst manspreading, to the point where the bulge in his pants was thickly obvious.

You stood there, gobsmacked and strangely…touched? For him to be able to read you so easily, without even needing a second thought or some sort of hint?? Honestly, so sexy of him.

Ran whistled at you, beckoning your attention back to his empty lap. With sleepy eyes so full of lust as they devoured you from his very spot, Ran patted his thigh to entice you further; you didn’t need to be told twice.

“Ohgod yes! Right t-there!”

With the vigor of a jockey, you rode Ran’s dick like it was your only life’s purpose, arms wrapped around him so tight it’s a miracle you weren’t borderline strangling him; but he didn’t mind. He found your desperation to be amusing, and it’s not like he wasn’t enjoying the hell out of himself, too.

His large hands held the globes of your ass, kneading and smacking at the flesh with earnest desire as he littered your neck with hickies to keep from making too many embarrassing noises. Ran allowed you to set the pace, only bucking upward when he felt he couldn’t control himself, or if he wanted to get a particular reaction out of you. When you started swirling your hips to spell his fucking name, man ‘bout busted right then and there.

He pulled back from your neck with a fervent groan, eyes fluttering as his grip on you tightened. Ran smugly grinned at your fucked out expression, juggling between watching your face or your tits as they bounced every time you came crashing back down.

“Goddamn, angel. If I knew…you needed it this bad…would’ve never gone t’work,” He said, breathlessly. It took a minute for his words to register, but once they did you pouted at him.

“…not ‘posed to c-call me that…”

Ran huffed out another laugh. “Oh, that’s right. Almost forgot, my bad.”

He rolled his hips up into you suddenly, bumping the special spot that made you clench up real nice. He repeatedly aimed for it, marveling in the cute, little noises you made. Ran’s hands roamed all over you, leaving behind warmth until it abruptly disappeared, taking refuge behind his head as he leaned back comfortably on the couch, stopping his movement altogether.

And just like a switch…Ran no longer looked amused.

“That means you won’t get to cum until you’ve earned it. Cheap whores don’t get special treatment. So make yourself fuckin’ useful before I get bored.”

Like a ticking time bomb, with a mullet.

RINDOU prided himself in being a very patient man. Well, more patient than most. His ability to mask even the tiniest emotion grew to be one of his greatest assets and your least favorite quality about him, especially when all you wanted was a reaction. Very little phased the gangster, needles to say, he had quite a high tolerance for bullshit. So, one could imagine how much effort it took to get under his skin.

But, he was still human, after all. Even Rindou could only handle so much bullshit until it eventually got to him, making him act out of character.

On one particular day, Rindou didn’t know what it was, but somehow the universe definitely had it out for him. Nothing seemed to be going his way, like he had been completely thrown off his rhythm. He stepped in dog shit on his way to work, burnt his tongue from his coffee, even spilled some on his new dress pants, and not to mention almost got fucking stabbed during a meeting with “potential investors” gone wrong. Sure, they missed by an inch, and instantly faced the repercussions, but still.

Was it too much to catch a single break? Apparently so.

Rindou figured winding down at some hole-in-the-wall joint after work would be a perfect way for him to loosen up. He also figured he’d bring you along as well; you always were his number one stress reliever. To his dismay, today you were anything but.

Not only did you show up with an attitude, you barely even acknowledged him, which completely threw him off guard. Normally, you’d jump in his lap and whine about how much you missed him, easing away that tension in his body with your honey-coated words and caresses. But now, it was like taking a shot of vinegar. You also had the nerve to entertain any loser who wanted to shoot their shot. Granted, all it took to scare them off was for them to see Rindou glaring hard as hell from across the room, but that was far from the issue.

“Babe, c’mon, don’t do this to me, I’m fucking tired-”

“Who...”

He raised a brow, “What? I said I’m-”

“…asked?”

He was exhausted. You were supposed to be his peace in all of the nonsense he had to deal with, and it didn’t help that you were dressed like a full course meal he couldn’t even enjoy. You had to be doing this on purpose…

Rindou watched as guy number four tried to spit game, his corny-ass giving the felon second-hand embarrassment; he had about enough. All he wanted was to get wasted with his girl in his lap, was that really too much to ask?

After downing the last of his drink and throwing the glass on the ground, shattering it, the younger Haitani practically bum-rushed you. Wasting no time in shoving a large hand in the random’s face, Rindou sent him flying backwards into the nearest table and landing with a resounding crash.

“Holy shit! Rin!” You jumped in surprise, about to give him more attitude no doubt, but didn’t have time to before your boyfriend effortlessly threw you over his shoulder, heading towards the nearest bathroom for some much needed privacy.

You wanted a reaction? You got it.

“Holyshit, R-Rin ♡!”

Your thigh lifted to rest on top of the sink, back arched like the one in St. Louis while Rindou put his all into blowing it out. With a tight grip in your hair and another around your waist, the gangster practically growled from the depths of his stomach as he took out all of today’s frustration on your poor, little bratty pussy.

“This what you wanted? Huh?” He panted. You could barely hold a thought together, let alone form an answer. He didn’t take too kindly to being ignored; you’d done that quite enough for one night. “Answer me, or I’ll fuckin’ stop.”

“Yesyes p-please, please don’t stop..!”

Rindou merely kissed his teeth in annoyance. Despite your best efforts in begging like a bitch in heat, it wasn’t enough to convince the man behind you to keep up his momentum. Slowly but steadily, he came to a stop, pulling out of your drooling cunt altogether to tease the tip around your outer lips. A broken whine escaped you, hips moving on their accord as they tried to slip him back in, but that only earned you a sharp tug on your hair.

“Mm! W-Wait no no, Rin please!”

Rindou snickered, leaning down to nip at your ear before hissing into it. “As if it’d be that easy. After all the shit you pulled tonight, you really think you deserve to cum?”

You whimpered. “B-Baby, please, I’m sorry-”

“Nah, too late for that sorry shit. I’ll stick it back in when I goddamn feel like it. And I think it’s time you learned a little patience.”

A cruel one, aren’t ya? Messing with such a sweetheart? But, y’know what they say about the ones who’re classy in the streets—Total freak in the sheets. Wouldn’t hurt to see just how far you could test the limit on that sweet side of KAKUCHO.

You weren’t supposed to be acting like those bastards he deals with on a daily basis, so harsh and quick to cut deep with words, lashing out at him over something so trivial—It just wasn’t you.

What happened to his darling princess, who welcomed him with warmth comparable to the sun? Where had his loving and caring partner gone? Your behavior was like thorns in his tender heart, filling him with confusion and sorrow. The two of you never argued like this before, having promised each other to be completely transparent in order to avoid misunderstandings.

“My love, please. If I’ve wronged you in some way just tell me, and I’ll fix it. This isn’t getting us anywhere, and I don’t wish to fight with you-”

“Oh, Christ, do I seriously need to spell it out for you? For someone who’s accomplished so much, it’s embarrassing to watch you struggle to understand so little.”

Kakucho’s expression resembled that of a kicked puppy from your snide comment. How could you not see how irrational you were being? The clock on the wall along with his bleeding heart were the only sounds he could focus on until… he noticed something else that was unusual.

Since this whole argument started, you’d been holding back a grin. Though you tried very hard to remain inconsolable, you failed miserably under his observant stare.

You thought…this was funny?

The ache in your wrists wasn’t anything you’d experienced before, his tie must’ve been made out of spider-silk or something because no matter how much you wiggled, the knot refused to budge. However, even if it did, the reoccurring swat to your ass halted any attempt at escaping.

Kakucho had you bent over, your skirt shoved all the way up your midriff to expose your pantyless bottom half to the seething man above you. With your hands bound behind your back, you had no choice but to let your head hang to the floor as he balanced you across his lap. The position rendered you dizzy, but the blood rushing to your head added on to the stinging pleasure he bestowed with every swing of his hand.

“Ah~ ♡!ohfuck Kakuch-oh!”

Another tasteful smack, this one harder than the last, but it burned so good. You were practically drooling, a delirious smile painted on your face with tears trickling down your cheeks. In your nether regions, the same could be said about your weeping cunt. Kakucho scoffed, giving your ass another smack, then letting his pinky and ring-finger slip in between your lips.

He groaned, deeply. You were soaked.

“Naughty little thing,” he prodded at your entrance, earning a soft moan from you. “Saying all those mean things, just so I’d get mean back, hmm?”

You wiggled your ass, impatiently. His long, thick fingers continued to play around outside where you needed him most. Kakucho was well aware, but refused to yield. After the stunt you pulled, you’d better be grateful you were even getting that much.

THWACK!

“Ahk!” You squeaked, that one catching you off guard. Kakucho clicked his tongue.

“Now you don’t wanna run your mouth? You had so much to say a minute ago, darling, don’t hold back on me now.”

You shivered, his voice sounding an octave lower than normal as he grew increasingly more impatient with you. This was a complete contrast to the Kakucho you were used to, the thrill of not knowing how far he’d go made you clench your thighs together. However, before you know it, you’re being lifted up and tossed upon your shared bed. Landing with a soft grunt and a bounce, you at first gave yourself a moment to orient your surroundings now that the blood no longer rushed to your head; that sudden movement didn’t help with your dizziness.

After a brief moment had passed, you then struggled to roll on your back to face the manhandler himself, but luckily he was nice enough to help.

By snatching your ankles, Kakucho yanked you down to the edge of the bed and sat you upwards. You winced, ass stinging like hell, but you quickly got over it once you realized the position he had you in. Noticing he unbuckled his pants, Kakucho stood before you at his full height, palming himself before gripping the base of his hard dick through his boxer briefs, as if he were threatening you with a concealed weapon; and he absolutely was.

You slowly looked up at him, meeting his dual-colored eyes. You gulped. There was nothing sweet about them.

“Don’t wanna talk? Fine. We’ll find other uses for that filthy mouth of yours.”

#🍁wasabi #tokyo rev #tokyorev #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev smut #tr smut #mikey #sanzu #ran #rindou #kakucho #bonten #bonten smut #tokyorev x reader #bonten x reader

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warwickroyals · 2 months

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Sunderland's Royal Jewel Vault (16/∞) ♛

↬ The Boucheron Lattice Tiara

Another giant in the royal family's treasure trove, the Lattice Tiara, also known as the Gordon Tiara, takes some serious experience to pull off. Made by Boucheron in the early 20th century, the tiara wasn't originally of royal origin, passing from jewelry box to jewelry box for the better part of forty years. Eventually, in 1941, it was scooped up by the Hon. Mrs. Martha Gordon, a society hostess who was a friend of King James II and Queen Katherine, then the newlywed Duke and Duchess of Woodbine. The Gordons were spectacular hosts, but by the early 60s the couple had racked up a significant amount of debt, fuelled by Mrs. Gordon's expensive taste in clothes and her husband's gambling addiction. These debts eventually caused the couple to be evicted from their West Warwick penthouse, with several of their belongings being sold or repossessed. To alleviate their friends' hardships, James and Katherine purchased several pieces of expensive jewelry from the couple. The idiocy of Mrs and Mr Gordon is something to behold. Dowager Queen Anne wrote in her diary around the time of purchase. I warned Jimmmie against such an outrageous purchase, but he was adamant. Kitten and I look after our friends, he said. One wonders what those two have that's worth such a pretty penny! It's better not to indebt yourself to your inferiors, but I suppose I'm close-minded in my old age. Jim said that, too. To this day the full extent of the purchase is unknown, but it is said to have included a diamond necklace, a pair of diamond chandelier earrings, a sapphire necklace, a gaudy fringe necklace, and at least two tiaras. It was the Boucheron tiara, with its delicate lattice patterning that became a favourite of Queen Katherine. I admit, I've coveted this [tiara] for years [. . .] It never suited Martha's head, anyway. — Queen Katherine in a private letter, spring circa 1962 For the remainder of her life, Katherine wore the lattice tiara consistently. Even after her husband died in 1970, she continued to sport the tiara at high-profile events. The tiara was an interesting part of Katherine's tiara evolution, showcasing how the Queen graduated from small, light-weight tiaras, to heftier, more dramatic pieces. When Katherine died in 2018, it was inherited by her son, King Louis V, and in 2026, it was worn by Tatiana, Princess of Danforth for the first time. The upgrade in jewelry, despite the princess's widowhood, was viewed as a reformation of her status and role as the mother of the future sovereign.

HM Queen Katherine wears the Gordon tiara at the George League Gala concert on April 25, 1970. She pairs the tiara with teardrop earrings also acquired in the 1962 Gordon Purchase and Queen Matilda Mary's Wedding Necklace

HRH Tatiana, Princess of Danforth wears the Gordon tiara at a banquet for international heads of government on May 23, 2027. She also wears the Gordon fringe necklace. The banquet was attended by over 5000 delegates.

#warwick.jewels #✨#ch: tatiana #ch: katherine #ts4 #ts4 story #ts4 royal #ts4 storytelling #ts4 edit #ts4 royal legacy #ts4 legacy #ts4 royalty #ts4 monarchy #ts4 screenshots

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terrainofheartfelt · 6 months

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and now, a playlist:

Mister Americana and the Heartbreak Prince

or,

FirstPrince (Taylor's Version)

shoutout to my beloved cherry @blairwaldcrf my friend in rwrb and my enabler in everything related to the two himbos above.

shoutout to this post specifically for their intrepid scholarship

listen at the unlisted youtube playlist here

Track list and annotations under the cut.

✨tracks✨

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things They broke an $80k wedding cake. and alex is such a brat about it. and holds a grudge like none other

Gorgeous Alex hoarding that magazine cover of Henry. Henry is literally so gorgeous the bisexual jumps out

Teardrops on my Guitar Henry-coded the only one who’s got enough of me to break my heart I MEAN

Untouchable The. YEARNING. I want you but I cannot risk telling you so you please tell me say it first please say it first please. Ever thought about that bros being bros visit from Henry’s perspective? Hmm? I didn’t know you wear glasses

gold rush Long distance bro-ship. Just chattin and textin. Gay crush gay crush gay crush. Watching each other’s public love lives and seething. Almost jump into the fantasy but then letting it fade to gray. or as the british say, grey.

Stay Beautiful The constant texting. Each one finds a way to be the other’s highlight of his day. But we were ever so careful dear. Alex being america’s sweetheart and Henry being totally gone for him

Foolish One Henry kiddoooooo. The prince with the heart on the outside of his chest.

Forever Winter before their relationship is even romantic, they are a safe place for each other. Like christmas. and thanksgiving.

You’re on Your Own, Kid NYE. Henry’s gayass breaking point, searching the party of better bodies and wanting wanting wanting.

Tied Together with a Smile The prince charming act be coming undone!

Message in a Bottle Alex’s bisexual crisis. He knows henry likes him, and it’s kinda frightening, standing here waiting, and that asshole won’t return his calls so he’s gotta trick him into a state dinner at the white house.

Treacherous A state dinner of antici………PATION. And a makeout in the drawing room. As one does.

Electric Touch alex waiting after dinner in his white house bedroom all nervouslike

Snow on the Beach First hookup. Soft disbelief, because you wanting me tonight feels impossible. Snow in DC (a swamp) is as weird as snow on a beach imo.

I Can See You FWB era. If you could only see all the things that happen inside my head. At galas and polo matches and wimbledon and whatnot

Wildest Dreams The henry journey. This will end and it will wreck him but right now it’s beautiful. Also this is the song for hooking up in a stable post polo

Delicate Secret relationship. Boys are bad with feelings. Oh damn never seen that color blue. I pretend you’re mine all the damn time. Waking up with each other in Paris speaking of:

Paris No I didn’t see the news. Too busy getting dicked down by the most eligible bachelor in the Western world. What who said that.

Lavender Haze Don’t read into my melancholia. Let’s just stay in this gay suspended animation. This secret bubble. It’s safe here.

22 They literally spend Alex’s 22nd birthday together you know he was feelin’ 22. Pretty sure the novel says that actually

I Think He Knows It’s fun and flirty and the feelings are creeping in at the edges, but not enough that they have to face them

Jump Then Fall Alex is a smitten kitten

So It Goes… LA gala. All eyes are on them but as separate entities. Magician, illusionist. Trying to play it chill but being utterly incapable.

Starlight dancing in the club in LA. Alex getting carried away by queer joy

Dress Their night together in LA. their secret moments in a crowded they got no idea about me and you. Their hands are shaking from holding back from each other! Say his name and everything just stops! They don’t want each other like best friends! Pez only bought those custom kimonos so they could take em off! Ah ah ah ahhhh! Carve your name into Alex’s bedpost, Henry babe.

Hey Stephen cutesy emailing. Hey henry you blew my mind in LA last week u up? I can’t help it if you look like an angel/achilles/james bond

I’m Only Me when I’m with You Sweet email exchange post LA. I’ll be damned but I miss you

…Ready for It? (BloopPop remix) Henry says In the middle of the night in my dreams you should see the things we do….Let the games begin

Glitch Wimbledon. Fucking love doing things out of spite. I’m not even sorry. Henry will go back eventually to dudes to give him nothing but for now there’s this

Sparks Fly DNC. Henry really dropped everything to come see alex at the convention. The kinda reckless that should send him running, but he kinda knows that he won’t get far. Give him something that’ll haunt him when he’s not around, Alex.

Everything Has Changed Telling madam president mom. Do you feel forever about him? Henry making a point to be there for him is alex’s emotional tipping point.

State of Grace Time between dnc and lakehouse is their state of grace. No leaving, no leaking. It can’t last but its so good. Mosaic broken hearts, but brave and wild and I never saw you coming and I’ll never be the same

cowboy like me Alex texas boy. The reflective nature he turns on henry once he’s fired from the campaign. Thinking about that word forever

Wonderland Never worse but never better. In all their searching of the world they won’t find anything else that feels like what they have. yk?

Cruel Summer summer vacay at the lake house. the darkness approacheth. I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you but here I am sealing my fate over and over again

You Are in Love ‘you’re my best friend.’ and you knew what is was: Alex is so in love he could die

willow Alex at the dock like he is begging for Henry to take his hand and wreck his plans. He’s like that’s my MAN.

illicit affairs it dies a million little times. like by a lake in the moonlight. henry sees the truth when it shows and alex gets angry because you showed me colors you know I can’t see with anyone else

Bye Bye Baby henry fleeing texas. You took me home but you just couldn’t keep me

Midnight Rain He wanted it comfortable I wanted that pain. I broke his heart ‘cause he was nice

Hits Different when alex thinks about the sham the firm will make henry go through. I pictured you with other girls “in love” then threw up on the street

august refrain of henry. It was never mine. You weren’t mine to lose. This was over before it even began

Breathe Separated. Neither of them doing well.

exile alex obliviousness meets henrys stubbornness. the imagery of nations and homelands

Anti-Hero henry has it’s me high I’m the problem it’s me at tea time everybody agrees disease. no cure but it can be treated

Renegade alex working up a head of steam because he just wants to say get your shit together so I can love you

Maroon your body comes back to me in dreams and I wake with your memory over me that’s a real fucking legacy!!!!

my tears ricochet alex has literally never had it within himself to go with grace. Ever. In his life. Bless him. Screaming at skies. Stealing lullabies. You know how it is.

How You Get the [Boy] Narration of the storming of Kensington Palace. Alex being like I want you for worse or for better I would wait forever and ever

The Archer Henry prepared for a lot but he never prepared for Alex staying

Love Story The dramatics the mythologizing of one’s life the I want you / Then fucking have me like “baby, just say yes” also romeo and juliet and pyramus & thisbe are the same fucking story!!!!

Stay Stay Stay Morning after when Henry comes into the room with coffee. How he could have a lifetime of fine but he’d rather have this.

Holy Ground Dancing in the V&A

Today Was a Fairytale Lots of this music plays with the idea of fairytales and royalty and the push and pull idealism has with reality and it just fits so well. Because. Prince. &c.

Come Back…Be Here Having the big conversation and then alex having to leave and go back to dc. The long distance drama. This is falling in love in the cruelest way.

End Game choosing to do this thing for real. knowing what they’re up against. Big reputation big reputation ooh you and me would be a big conversation

Labyrinth oops they both caught feelings. Henry thought the plane was going down how’d he turn it right around

Cornelia Street The sacred new beginnings that became their religion aka those crazy 48 hours holed up in Kensington. Tender and fragile and amazing

mirrorball henry’s fable. His shattered pieces and the peasant boy with chin dimples who is not like the regulars the masquerade revelers. never been a natural all he does is just try try try

Paper Rings I thought you were a nuisance but whoops you're now the air I breathe. In paper rings and picture frames and dirty dreams

Timeless The phrase ‘see attached bibliography’ is the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me. All the quotes and recitations they send each other in their emails.

cardigan The intimate email conversations. Always wanting to know more about the other.

Lover The ease with which they say I love you post storming of the castle.

Out of the Woods The almost reveal and the cover up dates with June & Nora to make a cover. The hiding in an alleyway in the car. When the sun came up you were looking at me.

False God Rumors aside they are both In This and that shalt not change. Still worship this love. They might just get away with it.

invisible string it all began at the olympics. All the winding paths of our public lives one single thread of gold tied me to you, &c.

Mastermind Henry saying he’s loved Alex the entire goddamned time! Newsflash asshole (affectionate)

hoax Sería una mentira, porque no sería él. The only hoax he believes in! He feels forever about it!

peace The last email sent before the leak. Give yourself away sometimes sweetheart there’s so much of you

I Know Places The something that happens when everybody finds out. The vultures circling dark clouds.

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince Alex and the leak fallout. The whispers in the hallway. American stories burning before me & high fives between bad guys.

I Did Something Bad The email leak. There’s the harshness of the trauma, but there’s also madam president mom going “fuck it.” Don’t tell me this song didn’t pull henry through. Avoiding plans and sucking cock. Don’t knock it til you try it. Go ahead and light me up

the lakes (original version) I like this mix because it’s more ~cinematic~ to me. And something about henry not being cut out for these cynical clones and hunters with cell phones yk?

Run The phone call from air force one post leak. The eye in the storm

Sweet Nothing It’s them in the music room of Kensington. It’s alex “can’t let anyone know how much he needs” claremont-diaz admitting he’s just too soft for all of it

Slut if they’re gonna talk shit, we may as well be together in public. It might be worth it for once

You Need to Calm Down Shade never made anybody less gay, fake elizabeth ii. Why are you mad when you can be glaad, pip?

King of My Heart Wordplay on royalty words, yk. “That’s the bravest son of a bitch I’ve ever met” yk.

Change The crowds in front of Buckingham, alex’s speech from the white house. History, huh?

London Boy We hold this track listing to be self evident

Ours The contrast of the outer life and inner life. Private relationship under large public scrutiny.

It’s Nice to Have a Friend It’s about the best friends to best friends AND lovers.

Call It What You Want He wears his signet ring on a chain round his neck not because he owns me because he really knows me, &c

Karma Everything surrounding finding the source of the leak and Rafael Luna double agent and the fact that Alex and Henry can both say that Karma is their Boyfriend.

Long Live Election night in Austin.

New Year’s Day The mythical place NYE occupies in Alex’s public life and now his private one with Henry. The Balls Out Bonanza is great but now it’s about what comes after.

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #alex x henry #henry x alex #playlist #*

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unitybalfour · 4 months

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WHEN: 23 June 1923 WHERE: The Balfour living quarters WITH: @edwinbalfour

Ordinarily, Unity enjoyed being fussed over. But today was not a day for mistakes. Her ladies maid was a leaker - her eyes always dribbling, no resilience whatsoever - and although she did Unity's hair precisely as she wanted it, Unity hated how meek the girl was. Averting her eyes and stammering and goodness knows what else. When she'd dropped a hairpin for the second time, Unity snapped. She'd banished the girl before another disgusting teardrop could soak into the shoulder of her sky blue morning dress.

Mama would notice. And if Mama noticed, Unity would not hear the end of it.

Feeling tetchy, Unity readjusted a gilded hair clip until it was perfect. As she dabbed her lipstick with a piece of tissue paper, she found her attention drawn beyond her vanity mirror to the emerald lawn studded with cream-coloured marquees. Servants scurried hither and thither, organising the luncheon that was to be held for Unity's mother, Lady Spencer. She checked her delicate Cartier watch. No doubt mother dearest would be late out of spite. Pathetic, really, to play those sort of games at her age.

The door to their apartment opened, and Unity caught Edwin's gaze in the reflection.

"That girl ought to be sacked," Unity declared, tapping her powder brush and dusting some over her hawkish nose. Truly, she was too ugly to live. She flicked her eyes back to her husband.

"Did you send the car to the station? I don't care if that wretched chauffeur sits there for an hour. Mama will have kittens if she's kept waiting. You know what she's like."

#starter #june 1923 #with: edwin

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junkissed · 2 years

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hui's moving castle

member — bf!jun x gn reader genre — fluff, humor word count — 1.1k warnings — jun wears a howl costume, reader wears a sophie costume (no pronouns mentioned + not very detailed description), hoshi cameo & he’s addicted to sugar cookies notes — lowercase intended, this is for all the howl simps out there, not requested but tagging @pepperonidk my fellow howl enjoyer :) hope you like this!

one reblog = one sexy animated wizard

“honey, there’s a package here for you!”

you’ve just picked up the box when you hear jun call from down the hallway: “don’t open it!”

he comes sprinting out into the living room a second later, bouncing like an eager kitten. you hold out the brown box and he grabs it from your hands. he turns it right side up so he can read the return address, then breaks out into a grin when he realizes what it is. “yes! it’s here! finally!”

you hold up your hands and step back, giggling. “woah, calm down! what did you even order?”

he smiles proudly. “my halloween costume! i’m so glad, i was afraid it wouldn’t come in time for tonight.”

“ooh! what is it? you still haven’t told me what you’re gonna be.”

“and i’m not telling,” he says, hugging the box to his chest. “i want you to be surprised.”

you raise an eyebrow. “fine. but there’s only a couple hours ‘til everyone gets here, you better get ready fast.”

“i’ll do it super quick,” he promises, already inching backwards, tripping over his feet a little with excitement.

“do you want me to help?” you ask as he stumbles backwards over the rug at the edge of the hall.

“no!” he groans. “surprise, remember!”

you laugh. “okay, okay! i’ll be out here finishing up these cookies if you need m-”

but before you can even finish your sentence, he’s gone, darting back down the hallway and into the bedroom to change. you head back into the kitchen to finish prepping the food, smiling to yourself.

you’re just adding the finishing touches of orange frosting to the last sugar cookie when you hear a door squeak and hear jun call out, “babe! i’m ready…”

you jump up from your chair and run to the living room. all the suspense has made you curious about what he could have possibly chosen for his costume.

“i’m waiting, junnie! are you gonna come out or what?”

“okay!” he says through the closed door. “here it is!”

finally, the bedroom door swings open and he walks out. “ta-da!”

you gasp, your hands flying to cover your mouth. “jun–! you didn’t!”

and when you see his wide smile at your surprise, you know it was more than worth the wait.

he’s dressed as howl, your favorite character from one of your favorite movies, howl’s moving castle. the puffy sleeves of his white shirt drape loosely from his wrists as he holds his arms up for you to see the full costume, long thin strings dangling down. the pleated black pants fit him perfectly, and a black sash tied around his hips accentuates his lean, defined waist. the costume is completed by a long sapphire pendant and olive green teardrop earrings that dangle lightly from his ears.

he spins on his toes to give you a full 360 view, the colorful diamond cape twirling around his tall figure. “so, what d’ya think?” he says, a grin plastered across his face.

“i… jun, i love it,” you say, mouth still hanging open in shock. you’d mentioned your favorite movie on a few occasions and even watched it with him once or twice, but you hadn’t thought he’d noticed how much you liked the main character.

“so this is why you wanted to dye your hair so bad,” you giggle.

“what, i can’t go blonde just for fun?”

you give him a playful side eye. “i never know with you. you’re always planning something. you’re suspicious.”

he steps towards you, slipping his arms around your waist and pulling you in. his cologne is different tonight, familiar yet new; the sweet, comforting scent of warm laundry and apples fills your nose.

“but did you like the surprise?”

your goofy grin speaks for you, and junhui leans down to kiss the smile on your face.

you whine, suddenly realizing how boring your costume now seems in comparison. “you should’ve told me you were gonna be howl! i could’ve been sophie! we could’ve had the cutest matching costumes!”

“who says you can’t be sophie?” he grins mischievously.

you frown, confused. “it’s way too late to order it now, and i don’t have any of the stuff to make something like that. we could go to the fabric store, but i don’t even know if they’re still open–”

he giggles at your misunderstanding. “no, i mean, i already bought it for you! it came with mine, i ordered them together.”

your heart swells even more at the thought of him carefully planning, making sure to not only choose something for himself but also a counterpart costume for you.

you throw your arms around his neck and squeeze him tight, kissing him again.

"you're so cute, junnie."

"i try."

your living room is filled with chatter, light music playing in the background.

the blue dress matching jun's costume breezes around your ankles as you carry out another tray of decorated cookies for the guests.

"how many more of these do you have? 'cause i'll buy them off you," soonyoung says, popping the final bite of his cookie into his mouth, wiping his fingers on the fabric of his tiger costume before reaching for another.

“i just sent you a batch last week, soonie!”

“and? i ate them all,” he pouts with crumbs scattered across his chin.

you laugh. relenting, you set the entire plate of cookies on the table in front of him, but warn him to save some for the rest of the party or you won’t make him any for christmas. he grins and nods eagerly, stuffing a cookie in the pocket of his pants.

you make your way to the other side of the room, sighing as you plop down on the couch next to jun.

“are you happy with the party?” he asks, throwing his arm around you.

“yeah,” you smile and lean into his side. “it’s been a lot of fun.”

he crosses his legs and leans father back into the couch, bringing you closer to him. you gaze out across the room, watching your friends talk and laugh and have fun, all dressed up as their favorite things.

“did you like your surprise?” he asks.

you grin, resting your hand on his leg, lazily drawing patterns across his thigh. “i did. thank you. for the costume, and for everything.”

he beams. “it's what i’m here for, baby.”

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mytalemyworld · 3 months

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Alaz: Talk, rebel girl (*), talk quickly and hang up. I am in a bad mood. Asi: We need to talk. Alaz: Another time. Asi: Alaz come here. Alaz: Hold on, are you crying? What happened to you, what's wrong?

(*) This is the nickname he came up with. He started using it to tease her, but here he doesn't sound rude.

He doesn't want to answer his phone first, hesitates. He's trying hard not to be drawn to her but in the end her crying makes him forget everything. He cares about her but would prefer to die than to admit that.

Alaz: What are you doing here looking like a kitten? Come here.

Alaz: Asi, should I be scared? I am not used to seeing you without in any action. Throwing fists, slapping or headbutting, they're okay but teardrops…how can i say…they're a little scary.

He's not used to seeing her cry. He is unbeliveably soft here. And he tries to make her smile. Oh my. Sometimes he acts like a decent human being.

He initiates the physical contact!

Alaz: Who hurt you? Tell me and I will hurt them too. I'll trouble my head with whoever makes you sad. Just you know.

You know the perks of having someone who is extremely prone to making evil plans. Anyway, he's serious. If someone really hurt her, he would make them pay. But she is the one making herself miserable. So…

Just like how he went to kiss her, she does the same.

She wants someone to hold on to, physical affection and comfort. And to think he is the only one who can't judge her for that, you understand why they need each other. And maybe the way he speaks makes this easier for her. The boy acts like a lover, what can I say?!

Alaz: We're going towards a place that doesn't make any sense.

Their faces after the kiss!!!! Lol, she is embarrassed and he is like wth just happened???!!

No boy, you, for the first time in your life, are going in the right direction. It will just take a little time for you to understand that.

And she says she brought Yaman and Rüya together and made them talk so they could make peace. He gets furious and everything escaletes quickly.

His anger comes from his hate for Yaman. I don't think he really likes Rüya anymore. He's obssesed with this childish wish that he should get what he wants. This is not love and after Yaman's coming into their life, it turns into a race.

They part on bad terms, with swearing and cursing. Ooofff.

#yabani #asi x alaz

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simonssniper · 1 year

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Simon & König x Shy! bimbo reader

CW: NSFW,Fem! reader,Dacryphilia,thigh slapping,mean dirty talk,rough!Simon,slight humiliation,degradation,creampies.

Word Count: 884

König:

Translations:

1. mäuschen - little mouse

2. süßes Mädchen - sweet girl

3. Schätzchen - sweetheart

4. es einnehmen - take it

5. Kätzchen - kitten

The fact that you’re shy only makes you more enticing to him. Adoring how easily you fluster at the smallest flirtation, even more so when he has you crying out and spread open on his mattress. Fucking you so full of him to the point where you have no choice but to let those obscene moans fall from your strained little throat.

Your cheeks a bright shade of cherry red, because he knows your sounds embarrass you which gives him even more incentive to hear them :(. Manicured hands reaching up to cover your mouth, which he almost immediately intercepts, grabbing your wrists in one calloused hand and shoving them above your head.

Smugly leaning down to your ear to whisper a husky "let me hear you mäuschen, ,let me hear those pretty moans.” And you comply. head lolling back from the pleasure he’s giving you. The fingers of his opposite hand quickly working your throbbing clit between them. Eager lips drifting down and parting to suck a swollen nipple into his mouth,teeth raking over it for good measure to ensure you’ll be ruined by the end of the night.

He loves it all. He loves the way your plump thighs fit snugly around him. The way your aching pussy fits his cock just right, how your tongue desperately wraps around his as he shoves it between your parted lips because he knows you’ll take anything he gives you.How you mewl when he presses sloppy kisses to your lips. The streams of tears painting your face while you stare at him with those endless doe eyes. His süßes Mädchen.He swears that you’ll be the death of him.He loves you so much.

His hips hammering even faster into your weeping cunt because he needs to see you fall apart for him.To watch you gush around his dick. A wicked “cum for me Schätzchen” rolling off his tongue. Prompting broken cries of König from you as your back arches. Painting his thick cock with your sweet juices. Him following soon after and groaning a sultry “es einnehmen” as he pumps you full of his cum, watching it drip down into the sheets.Then littering your flushed face with kisses and telling you how well his Kätzchen did <3.

Simon:

To put it simply, he’s a menace. While he does find your timidity adorable, it only makes him want to break you more… and he certainly enjoys doing so. Manspreads on the bed while telling you to strip for him (minus your heels ;) ) , telling you that it shouldn't be too hard for you anyways with the slutty clothes you wear :(.

Pulling you into his cargo pants clad lap just as the last piece of fabric hits the floor, jagged hands pulling your thighs wide open. Deep voice muttering “Look at how soaked you are bunny.” But the humiliation is too much,he purposely left his clothes on for this exact reason, knowing he’s waiting for your eyes to meet his in the mirror that's adjacent to the bed. Another action that he calculatingly did.

Simon’s palm strikes down on your thigh with a heavy “thwack!” and you obediently rush to look at your reflection, a gasp escaping your throat as you whimper a “im sorry." He chuckles at how pitiful his dirty girl looks. No amount of shyness will top his instructions, and you both know it. Teardrops are already forming in the corner of your eyes and he’s barely begun.

Hands drifting from your sore thigh to your pebbled nipples and pinching. Menacingly telling you to “Touch that pretty cunt for me.” And your hand starts a trail of caresses from your soft tummy down to your pulsing middle, eyes not once breaking contact with his. Whimpering as you slide a lone finger through the slick folds of your pussy, your other hand assisting to fondle your clit. You feel so dirty, but it's just too good. Erotic moans fleeing from your glossy parted lips.

He continues to purr filth into your ears... “Getting yourself off on my lap like this…..such a little whore for me.”And your eyes are rolling back. His strained dick gets harder with every pump of your fingers, and he knows he’s reached the end of his patience. “You want Daddy to help you hmm? Want me to make you cum angel?” Your unsteady voice repeating a desperate plea for him to please touch you and he does.

Wasting no time to plunge three thick fingers into your sloppy pussy that can only be satisfied by him, scissoring and twisting them at a punishing pace.The lewd noises of him finger fucking you fill the room. You can't even process the filth he’s saying, drowning in ecstasy from his ongoing attack, and it feels like a coil is about to snap. Your back arches into him like a bitch in heat. His other digits paired with the assault on your nipples, soon have you crying out his name as you drench his hand and lap with your release. He presses two of the same digits on your tongue that you fervently start sucking your sweetness off of. Leaving you to lay limp in his arms afterward, reassuring you of how good you are and how he’ll reward you later ;).

AN//: reuploaded with all errors and language errors fixed! hope you guys enjoy <3.

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A Steddie AU where Steve meet a famous Eddie at a Taylor Swift concert

Part 1 ♥️

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Steve and Robin were driving in their car up to Cincinatti. Taylor Swift was blasting in the car. Obviously. It was quite hot but the two of them were laughing really loud so it was really bearable.

They were going as a « gay version » of Miss Americana and the heartbreak prince as they were calling it. Robin with a lesbian flag color themed dress and a rainbow sash and Steve with a bi flag themed shirt and a tie matching Robin’s sash. They were stunning. Robin’s dress was puffy and Steve’s crown was surprisingly quite realistic giving expensive prom realness. They also made 100 friendship bracelet with rainbow colors. It was clear that they wanted to do the most for this unique event. When they arrived at the venue Robin found their seats while Steve queued for the merch.

There were a lot of people, mainly girls but everyone smiled at him and he saw so many cute outfits that he found so original. He was daydreaming when a voice interrupted him.

« Oh !! Are you Steve the swiftie teacher? From Tiktok? ». It was a little blond girl who almost squealed. She was 11 at best.

« Yes I am! I am so excited to be here! Do you want to exchange friendship bracelets with me? ».

The girl nodded with joy.

« You know, your tiktoks helped me a lot! You taught me how to tell my mom that a girl was bullying me »

Steve alsmost shed a tear. He was about the answer her when the mom in question appeared, a bit worried right before her daughter told her who Steve was. She then smiled at him and offered her card.

« You are such a kind soul. Could I give you my number by any chance? I’d love for you to be a speaker at a event I am doing! ».

Steve smiled and thanked her. It was amazing that someone felt better because of him. After he got Robin’s and his sweatshirts, he took a look at the venue and spotted were the famous people stayed. He tried to remember the path for later to bring Dustin his wanted picture. Damn. He realized at this moment where he was.

Taylor Swift would be in the same room as him.

The concert began and the crowd was wild. Everything was amazing. Life felt good. He cried during heartbreak songs thinking of his exes, which were only Nancy and Ben, a guy from college that he’d like to forget.

During one song that Steve liked a bit less he decided to go the toilets. He was annoyed but he wanted to enjoy the rest of the long setlist.

« Shake it off aha, I shake it off » was blasting in the stadium. While walking to the nearest toilets he passed next to where « famous people stay » as he called it. That’s when he saw the celebrities. He saw him. Eddie Munson. Wearing his usual outfit : a denim jacket, a leather vest, jeans but instead of a metal tee, he was rocking a era’s tour teeshirt. He was stunning.

Steve approached the security guard and asked if he could give Eddie a friendship bracelet. He was stressed, it was his one chance. The guard nodded and called the lead guitarist of THE group of metal of the moment. Steve saw that Eddie smiled at the word bracelet. He could not believe he was meeting a superstar, Dustin would be so happy. He cleared his voice to try to sound confident.

« Hum, I have a frienship bracelet for you. If you’d like it. »

Eddie’s deep voice shone, like kittens were coming out of his mouth « Wow thanks man!! « teardrops on my guitar», very fitting for a guitarist aha! »

Steve smiled, he was uneasy and shocked by this man prettiness, as well as how nice he sounded. Eddie must have seen it because he said:

« Are you a metal fan as well as a pop fan? »

« Actually, hum, it is really embarrassing but I don’t know your music that well… My friend is a massive fan though and wanted a picture. But… I…I like some songs of yours». Steve was dying of embarrassment. He should have said something else, the guitarist would be so offended by this.

Eddie Munson was, indeed, a bit taken by surprise by this. But to Steve’s relief, he laughed really loudly.

« Don’t be embarrassed man! Do you want a selfie with me? Or an autograph for your friend ? »

« I’d love too! »

Eddie smiled at him. Steve was so happy, he met a sex symbol, pleased Dustin and Taylor Swift was in the background. Truly magical.

Eddie took a leaflet and told him: «here you go babe! Love your shirt by the way… »

Steve must have been crazy because he thought that Eddie winked at him. He then waved, flushed and went back to his seat while texting the groupchat the picture of the signature and of their selfie.

#steddie au #steddie #teacher steve harrington #corroded coffin #rockstar eddie munson #taylor swift

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faegoddessog · 11 months

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Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 28/41

Chapter 28: A Glittering Night Out

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only

Series Masterlist

Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes involved here.

Notes:

PSA: You shouldn't wear a butt plug for extended periods as it could result in ulcerations. However this is a fantasy story without such parameters, so...

Chapter 28: A Glittering Night Out

You do up your hair in an elegant but quick twist and put on some quick makeup in the bathroom mirror. You walk into the dressing room and find your bee undies and a butt plug lying on the vanity counter. You didn’t bring your plugs, and this one looks different.

“What’s this?” you ask Austin, who has just finished his hair in the mirror with nothing but his boxer briefs. Fuck his hair is gorgeous. You just want to fill your hands with it as he tongue fucks you into oblivion….

Damn, you need a fucking climax before you jump him outright in front of all the paparazzi.

“That’s for you, I want you to wear it tonight,” he says, as though it were jewelry.

You pick it up. It’s heavy stainless steel, in a size somewhere between the two you already have. The base is long and narrow and when you flip it over, you see it has a blue jewel embedded in the base and the words ‘My Kitten’ engraved on each side. It IS kind of like jewelry.

“Did you have this made for me?” you ask, a little shocked. See, girlfriend. SHHH!

“Uh huh, and um, it’s the exact diameter of me, well, when I’m hard,” he takes it from you, “ so you’ll be perfectly ready for me when I fuck your ass later.”

“This… I… Wow. Thank you babe,” you stutter, this was totally unexpected and makes you feel warm and fuzzy.

“And this is an actual blue sapphire,” he taps the gem with his finger, then reaches into his bag sitting on the luggage rack, “that matches these.” He pulls out a long thin box and hands it to you.

You open it to find a sparkling teardrop sapphire necklace and earrings, set in an infinity swirl studded with diamonds. It’s gorgeous.

You are speechless. You just look up at him open mouthed. You have never received a gift like this from anyone. He is smiling ear to ear at your reaction.

“Thank you Austin, I - I, didn’t expect any of this, I am stunned,” you whisper.

“Clearly, here let me help,” he puts the plug back on the counter and takes the necklace out of the box. You turn to the mirror as he fastens it around your neck. It sparkles in the dressing lights. Austin turns you around, holds your chin in his hand and gazes deep into your eyes, into your soul with his own sparkly sapphires.

“You are so special to me, Kitten. I never want you to forget that, no matter what,” he takes a big breath and grabs your hands, “and although I’m a little scared right now of what you will say, I really feel like it’s time we stop trying to fool ourselves into thinking we aren’t actually in a serious relationship.”

You feel like you are in some movie right now. Did he HEAR the conversation you had in your head earlier? Was it some sort of voice over?

I must not fear. You nod at him.

“And I think we can do the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing and maintain our own independence,” he goes on. “I mean, we kinda are already. And I know you might be leaving for Antarctica and that you shy away from talking about it because you are scared. Frankly, it scares me too. But every time I’ve walked towards what I fear, it’s made me a better person. You make me a better person. I’m already head over heels for you and if I didn’t try, I’d regret it. I really want to be yours and you to be mine, but in a sort of non-possessive way. Fuck, am I making sense?” His face is begging, pleading that you understand

“Why Austin Buhtluha, are you askin’ me to officially go steady wi’ you?” you drawl in your southern accent, “yet continue to maintain our heretofore carefully cultivated interdependency?”

“Yes Ma’am, I am,” his southern Elvis drawl rolls over you as he smiles relieved that you get what he is trying to say.

“Well,” you reply, dropping the accent, “I think you are right. We are already there in all the ways that matter. And I am scared, but that’s ok cuz I’m more in love than I am scared.” You press your body close to him, “I’m already yours.”

He leans down and plants a sweet kiss on your lips. You imagine this is how the scene between Rhett Butler and Scarlett O'hara would have gone if they had a healthy relationship.

“God I love you, Kitten,” he holds you close,” and I’ve been yours since you sang back to me that you loved me too.”

You stand holding one another in the middle of the closet, in nothing but underwear and sapphires. Fears dissolving as your hearts overflow.

...

“I'll be right back,” he says, kissing your forehead and stepping out.

He comes in with a bottle of lube in his hand and stops at the door, admiring you.

“You are so gorgeous,” he sighs,” I want to put your plug in, if that’s ok with you?” he asks.

“Is this your way of ‘pinning’ me?” you giggle as you climb eagerly onto one of the stools and press your hips back and up towards him.

“Maybe, but I’m going to love knowing this is in you while we are out this evening,” he drips lube on your rosette and rubs it around with his finger. Oh lord, that feels good, you bite back a little moan of delight.

“Me too baby, Oh!” he pushes his finger inside you sliding slowly in and out. Rubbing your labia at the same time. Then he pushes in two fingers. After sliding in a few times, he pulls his fingers apart. He drips lube into the gap made by his fingers. The cool feeling in your ass makes you gasp a little.

He pulls out his fingers and drizzles lube on the plug. It’s cold against your ass, making you pucker up tight.

“Relax Kitten,” he says soothingly, gently rubbing circles around your ass cheeks.

He starts to push it in, you relax around it as best you can. It just feels bigger and bigger, then he stops and lets you acclimate a little.

Finally he just keeps pushing and it slips over the drop off point and snuggles into your ass.

“God that is hot. I need a pic of that I don’t have anymore film, is it ok if I use my phone baby?”

“Yes.” you trust this man implicitly. You clean any extra lube off with the wet wipes you have in your bag.

He disappears and comes back with his phone, taking close up pics. Asking you to spread your cheeks so he can get a shot of the words. He finally checks the time.

“Shit we have to go in 5 minutes!” he says.

In a flurry, you both dive for your clothes. Bee panties on, you slip into your dress, no bra needed as it had a built in one. You strap your heels on and grab a clutch with your phone and lipstick and you are ready to go once Austin zips you up.

Austin looks phenomenal in a tailored dark gray suit and a white shirt. No time for a tie, so he leaves it unbuttoned to his sternum. Fucking sexy. You don’t know if it’s a designer or not, but Austin makes everything he wears look designer.

You find out the restaurant is a 6 minute walk from the hotel and decide to walk it. It would take longer to get an uber. The heaviness of the plug in your ass is a reminder of what will come later.

You get to Bachus right on time and end up having the three course Pre-Theatre Menu. The food is amazing. You can’t help periodically rocking back and forth, feeling Austin in your ass, well the girth of him at least. And true to advertising, you get done in time to walk the two blocks to the theater.

As you walk into the brutal, concrete structure of the playhouse, you think you see a flash go off in your direction. Austin quickly sweeps you through the doors. No red carpet photos here! Even though you both look red carpet ready.

The theater is very small and intimate, your seats are down about 4 rows back from the stage in the center. He chatters on about how much he loves the theater. How he wants to do more. How he would spend weeks at a time just going to plays in New York every day. You say how much fun you think that’d be. He promises to take you someday.

You are seeing a solo play called “Mother”. It is powerful and moving, Thankfully the lady next to you knew what she was in for and had brought a box of tissues to share. The actress, Noni Hazelhurst was absolutely stunning!

You were so swept away that you nearly forgot about the plug in your ass, until you stood up for the standing ovation at the end. The weight of it making you clench around it.

As you are leaving, Austin is recognized by a female fan waiting for him in the lobby. He takes a picture with them and signs an autograph. You stand back and watch how kind he is to her even though she is a bit much. He waves goodbye and with his hand on your waist walks with you out the door. You hear squeals of delight and ‘who was that with him?’ as the door shuts behind you.

In front of the theater is a courtyard with rows of trees and the big observation ferris wheel off to the side and the river bordering the North. There are some couples walking hand in hand, and a few people milling about near the wheel, not any big crowds.

You start to wander, hand in hand, in the opposite direction away from the people. Chatting about how you are going to get home. He insists on an uber back to the hotel, just to be safe. You would rather walk the river. He points out that dressed up as you both are, you could be targets. You suspect that getting recognized and that potential camera flash has him feeling skittish.

So you wait for the uber near the famous BRISBANE sign, talking about the play. He really gets into analyzing her performance as only a dedicated actor can. You keep coming back to how it made you feel.

“It just was like a kick to the belly,” you comment, “ I mean the madness she was going through. How out of touch from reality she was.”

“But was she really?” he asks, “I mean the madness to me is that most people spend all day sucked into screens, or preoccupied with social media, is that being in touch with reality?”

“Oooo, nice. It’s like two sides of the same coin,” you say. “Ok, what if you take it through the lens of ‘we are constantly creating our own reality’ does that change the story?”

Your conversation morphs into the theories of consciousness and flows into manifestation and ends with a ‘what if’ analysis of different types of governments if they used such ideas in earnest. It is intellectual arousal at its finest, minus the french salon and brandy.

At a lull in the conversation, he pulls you close behind the tree you are waiting near. You melt into him, hands slipping around his trim waist under his jacket.

“You really are remarkable. That you can be so ladylike in public, have such cerebral conversations,” he bows his head to your ear, “even with my little gift in your ass. And yet be such a wild vixen in private. I’m still stunned that you agreed to be mine,” his lips brush your cheek in front of your ear.

“I could be wild in public too…” You say suggestively, your fingers straying between the buttons of his shirt to rub his nipple.

“Oh, I remember, Kitten,” his voice pours like honey into your ear, “you straddling my face then my cock in the forest, trying not to scream as you came. And last night in the park,” he blows out a ‘whooo’.

Your breath catches as his exhale swirls onto your neck, awakening your demon.

The uber arrives and in the 10 min it takes to get back to the hotel, the moxie vibe is back in place next to your clit and Austin has the scent of your pussy on his fingers. Thank you thigh slit.

You traipse through the lobby, barefoot, those strappy heels expired an hour ago.

You have every intention of making a beeline to the elevator, but find your feet veering towards the music, coming from the piano bar.

“Hey babe, let’s have a drink,” there is something about the 1920’s piano bar that makes you feel glamorous and sexy. Plus you kinda want to be a bit wild in public now.

“Alright, Kitten,” Austin agrees. You lead him in and find a dark table for two tucked up next to the wall where his hand can sit on your thigh unnoticed by others.

You order the Le Coup de Foudre, ‘Love At First Sight’, made with Vanilla Vodka, Myrtille, Strawberry Gum, Lime, and Sparkling Wine. Austin goes classic with a dirty martini.

Under the table cloth, he pulls at your thigh slit. You smile at the three handsome men in business attire at the table next to you as you open your legs to give Austin a little more access. As you settle back into your chair, the vibe turns on. You shiver. One of the men blows his breath out through pursed lips appreciatively, another rolls up his sleeves.

‘Why honey, is it getting hot in here? ’ your demon asks.

Out of nowhere, your ‘two men at once’ fantasy pops into your head. Austin runs his finger-tips up and down your inner thigh, and with his phone in his hand, changes the vibe to pulse.

‘Just imagine’ says your succubus, ‘taking one of them back to the room with you. Austin fucking you in the ass while you take that man deep in your mouth before he drills your pussy. Hell, take another so you can have all three… ’ SHHHH!

You bite your tongue and rock forward, putting pressure on the plug and the vibe. You shiver as Austin casually puts his elbow on the table, watching the piano man play. You look back at the trio of men and realize that one of them is the man who told you to ‘have fun’ while he got into the elevator. He is watching you with that knowing grin.

“Having fun?” he mouths to you. You smirk and nod. The vibe changes pattern again. Your eyes involuntarily flutter as your abs contract.

You look back to Austin, who is now watching you. Your eyes go big. What if he thinks you are flirting, well, ok you kinda are, but not like that! He looks up at the man, who bows his head and raises his hand in concession. Austin nods his head back, with a smirk on his face.

Austin leans over to you, “someday, maybe I’d be willing to share you for a night. But right now I want you for myself.”

You are floored and fucking more turned on. That was the last thing you thought he’d say.

You tap his thigh 3 times. The vibe goes off.

“Oh yes,” he replies to your dropped jaw, “I remember your list of fantasies. If we ever meet Tom Hiddleston, it’s your job to talk him into it. Plus, I’m still looking out for that exotic brown eyed girl,” he winks at you. He kisses you lightly on the lips as your panties threaten to soak through to your dress.

Drinks are set in front of you. You drink, trying to calm down. All the thoughts of Austin making your fantasies come true racing in your head. Your succubus is making a list, complete with little check boxes. You focus on the music, filing your list away.

The musician at the piano is taking requests with slips of paper and tips. You start singing along with the songs you know, Austin turns the vibe on and off depending on the song. The length of your ability to withstand the vibe’s attention without cumming, getting shorter and shorter. Then he goes up and sets a request on the piano winking at you as he walks back to your table. A song or two later the guy opens it.

“Ok, wow we have a 20$ bill here with the promise of 100$ more if I can get the lady in blue to come up and sing. Where are you lady in blue, I’ll give you 20$ to come sing with me!”

You look at Austin open-mouthed. He just smiles deviously, hands you a 100$ bill and motions for you to go up. The man at the table raises an eyebrow at you and claps along with the encouraging cheers from the audience. You slam the rest of your drink, walk up and are handed a microphone.

“Well, for the record, I am just as surprised as you are,” your extrovert self kicks in, plus your succubus has ulterior motives. “What song are we singing Joe?” you ask the piano man. Is his name ‘Joe’? You have no idea.

“Feeling Good, I assume you know it?” he replies.

You shoot Austin a knowing smile, you are surprised he remembered what you were singing that day, considering the distracting things that happened afterwards.

“I do, but give me a second,” you pull up the lyrics on your phone.

“Time is money honey!” says Joe.

You put your heads together with the piano man, making sure you are on the same page.

He gives you a starting note. You hum it, take a big breath and start acapella:

“Birds flying high, you know how I feel,

Sun in the sky, you know how I feel,

Breeze drifting on by you know how I feel,

It’s a new dawn

It’s a new day

It’a new life for me

And I’m feeling good.”

‘Joe’ comes in with the piano… it’s spot on and amazing.

You sing to the crowd, they are enthralled with you and drunk enough to not notice when you stumble a bit on the 3rd verse.

You belt out the last repeat of the chorus, feeling like fucking Adele, holding the microphone up and singing in profile.

Then soft and sultry

“And I’m feeling good” you are fucking Austin with your eyes as you sing,

“I feel so good,

so goooooood.”

The crowd goes wild, even ‘Joe’. You curtsey and hand the microphone and the 100$ to him. The man lifts his drink to you, impressed. Austin stands up clapping and extends his hand to you as you step to him, he twirls you and you curtsey again.

“That was amazing Kitten,” he says close to your ear, “I didn’t know if you’d do it or not, but damn you have some pipes on you!”

You lean up to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, Are YOU going to sing for us, Elvis?” you say in his ear.

“Oh no,” he shakes his head, “I am not allowed.”

You look at him confused. He nods his head toward the door. He sweeps you out of the bar, your shoes and clutch in is his other hand. With shouts of “Bravo!” behind you.

“What do you mean you aren’t allowed?” you ask once you are outside the cacophony of the bar.

“Well, what if someone videos it and it gets leaked on the internet, it could be a breach of contract,” he explains, “Baz would kill me, well no, Baz would just be disappointed, and that would be 100 times worse.”

“Ahh, yeah we can’t have that, he is good to you,” you agree, walking towards the elevator.

“Plus I don’t sing for people,” he states.

You raise an eyebrow, “ah yes, the man playing Elvis to a T, refusing to sing for people.”

“I mean as myself, when I’m being Elvis, it’s obviously different,” he explains, a little defensive.

“I know, baby, you are shy,” you stop in front of the shiny elevator doors and reach up to cup his cheek in your hand, “it’s one of the things I adore about you. You are my shy, sexy-as-hell man who gets me and my inner demon. And I just want you to kiss me, right here.”

He does. In the middle of the lobby, with an actual jeweled butt plug in your ass, and a vibrator pressing against your dripping cunt.

“Now,” he whispers in your ear, ”are you ready?”

Your leg is shaking, “I can’t wait any longer.”

#Austin Butler #Austin Butler smut #Austin Butler x reader #Austin Butler fic #Austin butler fanfic #@purejasmine #@slowsweetlove #@richardslady121

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couragously 1 month late... a tag game... by @amakusashi

last song you listened to: teardrop by massive attack bc i am back in nostalgia farm...

last movie you watched: how to lose a guy in 10 days bc i am going through romcoms i never watched and reverse engineering the entire world of fluff/romantic fanfiction like this. anyway, to me, not that good, i wish it had a massive i love you speech in it because i think i really like those

currently watching: nothing... icarly reboot the tv show kinda

other things you’ve watched this year: im doing this at the beginning of the year so i actually can answer / Ahem. bend it like beckham (loved), saving face (loved), how to train your dragon 1 rewatch randomly, clueless which was just ok

currently reading: war and peace but really slowly and a collection of writings from walter benjamin which is kind of everything

currently listening to: aurora's cover of teardrop by massive attack bc i am on youtube

currently working on: sewing machine... and art... tossing coins into the air about 'job' . getting into one rank higher on league of legends .

current obsession: talking at my cats when im walking around the house

tagging . ummmm fuck @amakusashi again, my discord kitten @sideeffx, fellow londoner @immuno , my twitter mutual @kirihark, my othger twitter mutual @mauledbyabear, another twitter mutual @zxu um @the cat sitting on me right now

#anyone gaf about me #ANYONE

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ethcrials · 5 months

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𓏲 * ( moon gayoung, cisfemale, she/her, laufey ) ⸺ pictures of evangeline rose choi, the twenty seven year old singer/songwriter, have been showing up all over my feed, and considering the last time they were #trending, it was due to the dissolvement of her arranged marriage — i’m not likely to unfollow anytime soon. with their velvet draped over lace, teardrop pearls, and kitten heels, they’ve managed to garner a reputation for being more selfless than dense. their critics say that they’re more fanatical than conciliatory when they aren’t too busy focusing on their ornate vintage book collection, hand embroidered coffee coasters, and handmade journal pages. reputation.com has taken to calling them pearl in order to avoid a lawsuit ( again ). ── seven, 24, est, they/them, none.

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full name evangeline rose choi. nicknames evie, gellie, eva, angel. date of birth june 30th, 1996 (cancer) pronouns she/her. sexuality queer. place of address park slope, brooklyn. birthplace milan, italy. occupation singer and songwriter, orchestral performer. career claim laufey. appearance hair always down, long dresses and skirts, loosened ties and blazers, pearls in ears and around necks, clean linens in the morning. hobbies the violin, the chello, knitting, and baking. tendencies twirling hair as she speaks, lack of eye contact, walking on toes, tiny braids in hair, smooth jazz on a radio, borderline neurotic stacks of sheet music, ink smudged pinky fingers, a flower in a breast pocket.

- ̗̀ ✧˚ mini bio !

evangeline was born due to sheer stress on the part of her mother at milan fashion week. premature but perfectly healthy, she was shipped across the globe as soon as her mother was able to her waiting father, and his everpresent gaze. the ticking in his shop was one of her first memory, the silence interrupted by the sounds of 40 grandfather clocks. from there and onwards, time has haunted her. in her youth she was in any activity one could fathom for a child of the rich, from horseback riding in the hamptons, to needlework with her grandmother. everything was offered to her as a means of getting her into some form of a career- to follow in the footsteps of her artisan parents, and the lineage of craftsmen she came from. the piano in the corner of her family's home stared her down daily, told by her mother it was a fruitless endeavour, no matter how it called to her. by her teens her mother had given up on the fruitless effort to separate evangeline from the piano and the violin that lived in the halls before her. she soared in orchcestras, won accolades for her piano arrangements, and found love in her vocal training as well. despite all of this, she still was not seen as a true "prodigy" in her mother's eyes, was not seen as anything worth giving a legacy to. thus, she was placed into an arranged marriage with the next in a line of family friends, told to keep her head up and stick through it even if she did not enjoy it. within the two years following the engagement, evie debuted her first album, to critical acclaim, and a grammy nomination was almost secured the instant that it was released. her fame soared to new heights, people who had not even known her parents were aware of her name, and she finally was able to separate herself from the engagement she so dreaded. freed from the stipulations her mother placed on her life, evangeline remained in new york, finding herself still connected to the streets that cared for her, and the people she knew the routines of like the back of her hand. she can be seen in local coffee shops, with a bagel in hand, and at the new york orchestra, helping with arrangements for her upcoming shows.

- ̗̀ ✧˚ headcanons !

— i do not know how to describe her other than a bit...... airy. she's just kind of in the clouds a lot of the time. generally ungrounded and fantastical — she is incredibly scared of romance even though all she writes about is romance, primarly due to the whole ex fiance thing. she is still enamoured with the idea of it, but fearful of its presence in her own life. — constantly smells like vanilla and honey, as well as a tinge of old paper. kind of like a library on a sunny day — she wears a tiny braid in her hair on almost all occasions, out of her habit of playing with her own hair. it's never secured, and is just done to calm her nerves. — she bakes a loaf of bread for herself twice a week, and a baked good (a brownie, cookie, etc) at least once a week for her neighbors and housekeepers. — she tries to keep herself grounded in day to day life — she takes the subway and public transit almost everywhere she can.

- ̗̀ ✧˚ connections !

all of these can also be found here. also, i am open to any other connections you could possibly come up with!

- ̗̀ ✧˚ MENTOR — OPEN ! evangeline was entered into a multitude of activities at a young age — anything from horseback riding to cross stitching was something placed onto her docket. while she ended up falling in love with piano and violin, this connection is open to any kind of tutoring/classes that could have been offered, and depending on age of muses, this fluctuates. if your muse would like to go further into the piano or violin tutoring or mentorship route, there is more complication due to her relationships with her tutors. - ̗̀ ✧˚ CHILDHOOD FRIENDS — OPEN ! surrounded by the new york elites, there was one saving grace in every meticulously organized ball or charity event — true companionship. evie found peace in their presence, and time and time again will put herself on the line to defend those who made space for her in her youth. this is open to any and all muses around the age range of evangeline! - ̗̀ ✧˚ THE DOOR IS ALWAYS OPEN — OPEN ! evangeline firmly believes in the "what is mine is yours" mindset, especially with those that she considers close. she lets anyone and everyone share her spaces, whether that be for a night or two, or a whole month at a time. the more, the merrier! this is open to any and all muses!

#wealth.intro #- ̗̀ ✧˚ evangeline — intro !

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