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myforeverforlife · 6 years ago

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would you be my love?

Last request for another anon! Minseok + 4. "Did you just hiss at me?" - "Are you judging me?

Word Count: 2,079

CBX Detectives Masterlist: (Minseok) (Baekhyun) (Jongdae)

Masterlist

“CBX Investigations, how may I help you?”

The woman on the other end of the phone launched into a spiel about a boss that she suspected of cheating her out of her wages, voice much too loud for your ears. You winced, moving the phone further away from your ear and reaching for a pen and notepad.

“Just a second, please.” You quickly scribbled down the few details you remembered. “Policy does require me to remind you that our detectives work on an hourly fee.”

“Well how much is it?” the woman snapped.

“Judging on how much information you need, it will vary.”

“I need my money, and I need that leech’s reputation down the drain!”

You continued to question her about her boss, getting the story and her request straightened out before hanging up with a sigh of relief. Sadly, in the crime-sleuthing industry, there was rarely any time for rest. Your fingers ran over the keys of your typewriter as you began working on a formal request for your supervisors. The three of them might act more like children than grown men at times, but they were still sticklers for organization.

“Another assignment already, Miss Y/N?”

You glanced behind you to see Private Investigator Kim Minseok sipping from his cup of coffee as he leaned against a filing cabinet. Every day, you thanked your lucky stars that office dress code required all of you to be dressed formally. Minseok was always dashingly dapper in his three piece suits, and today was no different. The other two detectives liked to tease him about overdressing for the occasion, but you didn’t mind, especially when it gave you lots of material for daydreaming.

Minseok called your name when you didn’t answer, jolting you back to the present.

“Ah. Yes, it’s another disgruntled factory worker,” you explained lamely, clearing your throat and trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach. You gave him the basic rundown of your conversation.

The investigator shook his head, taking a longer sip of coffee before replying. “It’s getting worse and worse. I’ll look over the report when you’re done typing it up. Hopefully, I can head over and have a talk with the woman this afternoon.”

You nodded, about to turn back to the typewriter when Minseok cleared his throat. “Yes?” you asked tentatively, hoping that you hadn’t misheard him.

Minseok’s cheeks were a rosy pink, much like the flowers that bloomed down the street from your apartment in early spring. “Are you staying late tonight?”

“Yes, I still have to go over some paperwork with Mr. Byun. He’s trying to finish up the 5th Street investigation.”

“Ah. Would you like to get supper with the rest of us after I come back? If it’s not too late for you,” he added quickly, looking apologetic.

“I-I’ll have to phone home and see if I can. I’ll let you know in a bit.”

Minseok had forgotten that you still lived at home, customary of most single women in this day and age. Surely your family would worry if you were out late, especially in a city this big. “Of course. Take your time.”

He let out a puff of relief, half nervous and yet half excited for tonight. Minseok walked over to Baekhyun’s workspace, half-hidden from your spot at the front desk. “Baekhyun,” he whispered, garnering the younger’s attention.

“I know, I still owe you money for paying for my trolley ticket last week,” Baekhyun mumbled, engrossed in his work.

The sound of a chair scooting against the floor interrupted Minseok, and he looked over to see you heading for the ladies room. He waited a couple of seconds before speaking again. “No, not that. I need you and Jongdae to come to supper with me and Miss Y/N tonight.”

Baekhyun sat up, letting his fountain pen drop to the table as he studied Minseok. “Why? What’s the special occasion?” he asked skeptically.

“Nothing, I just... I finally took what you two said into consideration and asked her to spend a night out with me.”

Baekhyun’s face lit up, toothy grin appearing on his face as he leaned back in his chair. “Kim Minseok, I’m surprised. Who knew you had it in you? But wait,” Baekhyun raised an eyebrow in thought. “Why do you need me and Jongdae there?”

“So I don’t make a complete fool of myself!”

“Ah, but don’t you want your dear lady friend to see you get all flustered?” Baekhyun chuckled. “Sorry, Minseok. This is all on you tonight.”

“Baekhyun, please. What am I going to do without you two there?”

“That’s the whole point, my friend.” Baekhyun clapped a hand onto Minseok’s shoulder, rubbing it in sympathy. “How else are you supposed to woo our capable secretary?”

“You make me sound like a predator,” Minseok said sullenly.

“No, you’re much too innocent for that.” Baekhyun laughed as he pinched Minseok’s cheek, not caring that his business partner was staring daggers at him.

“Let go, Baekhyun,” Minseok grumbled, hissing under his breath as Baekhyun pulled harder before finally letting go.

“Did you just hiss at me? I think you’ve been around Tanie for too long. You know, it truly is a good thing that you’ll be socializing with Miss Y/N instead of staying at home with your cat.”

“Are you judging me?”

Baekhyun gave him a sugary-sweet smile. “Of course not, Mr. Kim.”

“Did someone call me?” Jongdae perked up from where he sat at his desk, in the midst of writing something down.

“No, I was just congratulating our dear colleague on his plans for tonight,” Baekhyun added in a hushed whisper. You were still in the restroom, but it didn’t hurt to be extra careful.

“Plans? With who?” Jongdae asked, dropping his pen and walking over with a smirk.

“Our one and only Miss Y/N, of course. You know how he’s been pining over her for the past couple of months. I knew it was a good idea to hire a secretary,” Baekhyun said, chest puffing with pride.

Jongdae’s eyes widened in realization. “Minseok, I can’t believe this. I’m proud of you, old man.”

“Alright, now I’m glad you two aren’t coming.” Minseok stomped back over to his desk, picking up his hat and placing it on his head. He stopped by your desk on the way out, plucking up the finished report and reading over it for a second. Content with what he found there, he turned to look at his colleagues and tipped his hat to them in goodbye before heading out the door.

“Poor guy. Do you think he’ll be okay tonight?” Jongdae mused.

Baekhyun snickered, lifting his feet up to rest them on top of his desk. “For both his and Miss Y/N’s sake, I hope so. Those two can be so quiet sometimes.”

“Hmm. Maybe we should have come along?”

“No, that would ruin everything. Besides,” Baekhyun added with a laugh, “We’ll get to hear all about it tomorrow.”

Minseok was glad to see you were still in the office when after he came back from interviewing his client. Work would have to wait until tomorrow — he was famished, and felt bad about making you wait until he returned.

“Miss Y/N,” he greeted you. His heart did a backflip when you looked up from your book, a gentle smile on your face.

“Mr. Kim. How did everything go?”

“As well as it could have. I’m going to have to pull some strings to complete this request, but it’s nothing we can’t handle. Are you ready to go eat?”

You nodded, closing your book and leaving it on top of the desk. The only lights in the office were the ones in the hallway and the lamp at your desk. You turned off your lamp before slipping your purse and coat on. “Are Mr. Byun and Mr. Kim still joining us?” you asked, walking over while putting your hat on your head. “Mr. Byun left about an hour ago, but wouldn’t tell me where he was going, and Mr. Kim hasn’t been back in a while.”

“Ah, no. They couldn’t make it.” Minseok felt guilty about lying, but if he told you the truth, that would also mean exposing his feelings for you. He wasn’t quite sure he was ready for that right now.

Your steps faltered, heels almost slipping on the floor before you regained your balance. “Oh.”

Minseok could sense your nervousness, face taking on a worried expression. “We could take a rain check for another day?”

“No, it’s fine.” Despite the shakiness in your voice, your smile was genuine. “What place did you have in mind?”

One trolley ride later, you found yourself at Park and Do’s Kitchen, a restaurant you had read about in a newspaper clipping last month. You stared wide-eyed at the simple beauty of the place, delicate lighting and cozy seating arrangements giving the place a home-like feel.

“This place is more beautiful than I expected,” you murmured, taking off your hat as you continued to gaze in awe.

“I’m glad you like it.” Minseok felt more at ease here, the trolley ride having stirred up a wad of anxiety in the pit of his stomach.

The food certainly lived up to its reputation, and Minseok smiled to himself every time you sighed in bliss. Contrary to his worries, conversation came easily to both of you. Almost all of your conversations up to this point had been centered around work. But now, you two exchanged thoughts on books, people, the latest showings at the picture show.

At the end of the meal, Minseok wouldn’t hear of you paying a single cent, and you had finally given in, tickled pink by his manners and generosity. He even offered to walk you home, your arm tucking in the crook of his as you both chatted and walked along the concrete sidewalks.

All too soon, you had reached your apartment complex, the building teeming with life as people got ready for bed or for a night out. You let your arm slip away from Minseok’s, immediately missing his warmth.

“Thank you for tonight, Mr. Kim.”

“Please, call me Minseok.”

Your face flushed at the sudden change in formality. You knew well enough that the events of tonight had been his attempt to court you. “Alright, Minseok,” you tried out tentatively, loving the way his name felt on your lips. “Thank you, truly. I enjoyed my time with you tonight.”

“As did I.” Minseok’s smile was gleaming, rivaling even the glow of the moon as she watched over you two. “You are a pleasure to be around, Miss Y/N.”

Your lips curled upwards in a bashful smile, gloved hands itching to hold his hands in your own. “I feel the same way.”

Minseok wasn’t sure where to go from here — would it be too forward to kiss you here? Would you be worried about your family watching from the windows? Was he misinterpreting your actions? What if you were just being polite and weren’t as interested as he thought you were. Coughing to hide his anxiety, Minseok tipped his hat to you. “Well, good night, Miss Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You watched in horror as Minseok turned around, having expected him to at least stay a bit longer. “Minseok!” you called out.

The investigator turned around in a flash, hope brimming in his eyes. You came closer, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. When you pulled back, you could spot the faintest hint of red to his cheek, remnants of your lipstick against his skin.

Minseok’s hand came up to cover the spot as he gaped in wonder, slowly coming to his senses.

You giggled at his reaction, already walking backwards. “Good night, Minseok.”

“Good night. Sweet dreams,” he added, watching as you nodded shyly before turning and heading into the apartment complex.

He waited until he couldn’t see your figure anymore, the clicking of your heels against the stairs tapering off into silence. Only then did he manage to pull himself away from the building, hands in his pockets as he whistled cheerily to himself. He missed you already, the spot beside him achingly empty now that he had gotten used to being with you.

Minseok spared one last glance at your apartment. He didn’t know which window was yours, but he took a chance anyways, a peaceful smile on his face.

“Sweet dreams.”

CBX Detectives Masterlist: (Minseok) (Baekhyun) (Jongdae)

A/N: I accidentally deleted the draft I had for this after getting everything formatted god ☠️ but this was so fun to write! it’s inspired by the horololo music video, and if you had to pinpoint it in a certain date I guess this is vaguely related to the early 1900s (?) i just really wanted to write sweet, gentleman minseok lol

#exo #xiumin #minseok scenario #xiumin scenario #minseok fanfic #xiumin fanfic #exo scenario #exo fanfic #writings #drabbles

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grimowled · 4 months ago

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THE PRINCE ALLOWS HIMSELF TO TASTE the name, savouring it in a smooth, rolling murmur, purposeful, like the turning of a gilded page; his voice, profound and smooth as midnight wind, tinged with mild amusement - but his glowing sanguine eyes drink in the creature before him with a far keener interest.

how terribly curious he is, this self-made PREDATOR of the damned - an old world spectre wrapped bygone pageantry, humming with a static cadence, crackling like a detuned broadcast on a rain-slicked evening; he stands there, dapper and dashingly wicked, the scent of smoke and brylcreem clinging to him, every word filtered in that sprightly, sing-song manner - animated, yet never quite warm. the demon prince has met many performers, but this one? he is not merely playing a role: he is the role - an eerie transmission still running long after the original station has gone quiet.

a deer, then - but no skittish, demure thing frolicking in the woodlands, no delicate fawn quivering beneath the predator's gaze --no, this one is a horned STAG with sharpened tines, standing firm before the owl, grinning as though fully aware that sometimes the hunted could turn on the hunter.

(how delightful.)

stolas moves like the rolling tide, leisurely, fluid - every click of talons an act of unconscious grace, his towering, willowy form draped in layers of silks spun from the deep hues of the cosmos itself, a rich mantle trails behind him like the night sky bleeding into the waking world. he looks every bit the prince that he is, otherworldly, unforgivingly primordial avian features framed by a careful cascade of coal-grey feathers; enchantingly regal, positively statuesque, a creature not meant for this realm, yet standing within it, indulgent enough to entertain conversation with those who dare to walk among the infernal ELITE.

"a pleasure, indeed."

he finally drawls, tone expertly dancing between amiable welcome and warning; he inclines his head - not a bow, but a gesture that suggests acknowledgment.

"--and, of course, you are most welcome on behalf of my venerable father. I trust our dear princess has kept herself well entertained? she is a bright little thing, isn't she? so very full of charming ideas, hoo hoo."

words drips like syrup from a silver spoon, but the keen weight of his gaze never wavers from the notorious radio demon turned hotelier, sweeping overtly and appreciatively over the immaculately tailored ensemble alastor adorns, the deep reds and blacks of his suit as rich as freshly spilled blood.

(always a delight to meet a guest who understands the importance of presentation.)

"come along now, dear ..." he beckons at last, pivoting smoothly, the grand expanse of the palace halls stretching beyond them in endless gothic splendour, lined with watchful old portraits;

"--if you are to walk among royals, then allow me to be your guide, so that you may leave a lasting impression. this palace has many eyes, many ears, and oh-- so very many shadows. it would be unseemly to let a guest of such fine attire wander alone, wouldn't it?"

the implication lays thick between them, woven in the space between words, in the lingering amusement in the corner of his beak, in the way his long stride carries him forward as if expecting the other to follow. with an elegant sweep he leads alastor through double doors into a lavish parlour, where towering windows cast slanted beams of eerie moonlight across marble, and plush seats invite decadence beneath a canopy of glittering stars. a grand fireplace roars to life with violet-blue flame at his silent command, and with the effortless poise of royalty, prince stolas gestures toward a seat with a flourish, his long frame folding languidly into an adjacent one.

"do make yourself comfortable, dear."

he croons, plucking up a delicate silver bell and ringing it once; within moments, a timid and bug-eyed imp butler arrives, carrying a tray laden with chalices and fine porcelain cups - refreshments, of course. he wouldn't dare leave his intriguing guest parched while waiting for summons.

† *. ༝˚ ↪ @grimowled asked ; ❝ my muse drags out your muse's name, like they're savoring it. ❞

oh, how 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒.

, * the goetian prince’s mouth wraps around alastor’s name like he’s trying to commit it to memory. alastor watches him taste it ; the way it rolls from the tip of the tongue to the center &. back again. a name that required you sink your teeth into it. A CENTURY AGO, his mother had told him that his name meant defender of man. ( it was only in adulthood that he had learned it also meant one whose deeds will not be forgotten / what was in a name ? did it matter ? )

𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍. his body bedecked in deeper shades of wine - red &. black and his hair tied and gelled out of his face ; he looks nearly REGAL in appearance. charlie had practically been buzzing out of her skin at the opportunity to speak with paymon, and alastor ( GREAT, KIND, SELFLESS ALASTOR - ) had been more than willing to accompany her. what better way to put his name into the minds of those above the common sinner ?

he wouldn’t be OPPOSED to walking amongst royals, after all . . .

HE STANDS BEFORE THE PRINCE ALONE / the princess having long since run off. and for once, he doesn’t mind the feeling of both being LARGER THAN LIFE &. SMALLER THAN HE HAD BEEN BEFORE. his name is on stolas’ tongue. it will linger there, lost in the back of his throat. alastor. alastor.

❝ and it is a 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 to meet you, your highness. QUITE the pleasure indeed. ❞

#theophcgy #[stolas is hooked on those aesthetics]#[read more because grimm always goes overboard]

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papa-rhys · 6 years ago

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River Boat (Javier X f!Reader)

Note: This has been in my wips folder for a shameful amount of time, but here you go. Some river boat casino sex with Javi :’) Enjoy!

Category: smut

Warnings: none

Word count: 2462

“This dress is God awful,” you complain, stepping out of the carriage with the help of Arthur, who awkwardly hitches up your skirt as you climb down. “It’s so damn tight.”

“It’s only for a few hours,” Arthur assures you, letting the skirt go and helping you to smooth out the fabric.

“Come along ladies and gentlemen,” Trelawny chirps, leading the way across the docks. “Time waits for no man.”

The boat is one of the biggest you’ve seen – towering over you dauntingly as you approach the spot where Javier and Strauss lean against the railing. Javier has a cigarette held between his lips and wears a dapper black suit that makes him look even more dashingly handsome than he usually does – which is quite the feat considering the man’s impeccable sense of style.

As you reach the two men, Javier takes his first look at you since your forced makeover and he almost swallows his cigarette, spitting it from between his lips and attempting to catch it multiple times with both hands as it tumbles to the ground. “Mierda,” he mutters under his breath, giving a defeated sigh as he gazes down at the lost cigarette that slowly fizzles out on the wooden floor of the docks.

“Pleased to see me then,” you joke, pulling a pack of cigarettes from your purse and offering him one. He declines and you put them away again, taking your place next to him and leaning against the railing. “Do I look that bad?” you smile, playfully nudging him with your elbow.

“No,” he responds, shaking his head. “You look, uh… you look –“

“Okay, gents – and ladies, of course – let’s get a move on,” Trelawny says, clapping his hands together and ushering the group towards the boat before Javier gets the chance to finish.

The boat is filled with rich people and although they’re the best kind of people to rob, you’ll be damned if this many of them in one place doesn’t leave you feeling uncomfortable and rather outnumbered. They span the entire length of the room – sat around poker tables, stood in doorways, crowing the bar – and as you scan the room, looking for a potential mark, you have to keep reminding yourself that tonight, you’re one of them.

You spot Javier in a guard’s uniform, playing his part of guarding a door at the edge of the room – the only familiar face that you can find in the overwhelming crowd, and a very welcome one at that. The walls feel like they’re closing in on you by the second and although it’s not part of Trelawny’s grand plan, you head towards Javier in hopes that his presence with help calm some of your last minute pre-job jitters.

“Excuse me, señor,” you smile sweetly, approaching Javier and another armed guard. “I was just wondering if you could escort me to the bathroom. I have a terrible sense of direction.”

Javier looks at you and you pray to God that he picks up on the nervous smile or the pleading look in your eyes. He turns to the other guard, who doesn’t so much as glance in Javier’s direction.

“Uh, sure,” Javier nods. “Right this way.”

You follow Javier through the doorway and down the corridor, the two of you walking in silence until you reach a secluded spot where Javier decides the coast is clear.

“Thank God I found you,” you tell him. “I couldn’t find Arthur or the others. I was startin’ to think that –“

“What are you doing?” Javier whispers, lowing his rifle to his side, grabbing your arm, and pulling you into an empty storage room. “This wasn’t part of the plan, niña.”

“I know, I know,” you sigh. “I just… there’s so many rich folks out there, Javier. And this dress is itchy and tight and I’m too warm and I can’t – I can’t breathe. I tried to look for Arthur but I couldn’t… and I just –“

“Ay,” Javier says, placing his gun down on a shelf beside him and holding your shoulders with both hands. “It’s okay, just breathe slow.” He breathes a few deep breathes and you follow his example, inhaling as he does and exhaling steadily until you’re calm enough to carry on. “Turn around,” he orders – though his voice is still soft and laced with warmth – using your shoulders to spin you around gently on the spot.

You face the wall as he gathers up your loose and freshly curled hair, moving it aside as he begins unbuttoning the back of your dress. “What are you –“

“Relax,” he tells you in a smooth, calming voice. “I can’t help you with rich people problem, but I can try checking the others off your list. If you wanna be able to breathe, then we can start by taking off this awful corset.” He pushes your dress off your shoulders and you slip your arms out of the sleeves as he makes a start on undoing the painfully tight ribbons that hold the corset together. “I don’t know why women feel forced to wear these things,” he says, pulling at the ribbons and freeing you from the contraption inch by inch. “They’re expensive, they make it impossible to breathe, and men don’t care about the size of your waist anyway.” You tilt your head back slightly, relishing in the relief that comes with each loosening ribbon. The feeling is almost orgasmic and you wonder how anyone can spend the entire day locked up inside one of these things. “They’re also difficult to take off in a hurry,” Javier adds with a chuckle.

“You seem to be doing just fine on that front,” you smile, breathing a sigh of relief as he pulls the corset away from you.

“I’ve had a lot of experience,” he says, tossing it to the floor.

“Oh really?” you giggle, turning to face him again.

“I’ve met a lot of ladies.”

“You sure ladies is the right word?”

Javier helps you back into your dress. “You got me there,” he says, holding the sleeves steady as you slide your arms back into them. “Feel any better?”

You nod your head and breathe a sigh of relief. “Yes,” you smile. “Thank you. You’re a life saver. I owe you one.”

“Well you can buy me a drink some time if you really want to, but I don’t expect anything in return.”

You take a second to think; watching him stand before you in his uniform. “Well I want to give something,” you tell him, hurrying over to the door and cracking it open so that just a sliver of the corridor is visible. Satisfied that the coast it clear, you close the door again, being extra careful to click the latch as quietly as possible before heading back over to Javier.

He looks at you with a puzzled look as you stand close to him and your heart races as you begin unbuttoning his pants. “Woah, what’re you doing?” Javier asks you, taking your hands in his and sending a buzzing sensation through your gut as he does so.

“I wanna show you how thankful I am for your heroics,” you smile sweetly before craning your neck and kissing him softly on the lips.

He allows you to kiss him, but still protests after the fact. “We should get back,” he tells you, though he has his hands on your waist and makes no effort to stop you from kissing him again.

Before either of you really know it, you’re backed up against a welsh dress with Javier pinning you to it with his body – the buttons of his guard uniform digging into your stomach as his chest is held so tightly against yours. You reach up and pull his hat off at the two of you kiss; tossing it to the ground and giving a small squeal of excitement as Javier hoists you up onto the surface of the dresser and spreads your legs apart.

“We don’t have long,” he breathes, pulling himself out of his pants as you hitch up the skirt of your dress. “The boys’ll be waiting on us.”

“Then you’d best hurry up then, hadn’t you?”

The sensation that ripples from your core as he pushes into you is nothing short of breath-taking. It bounces against every corner of your body and sends tingling shivers up your arms and legs, forcing your hair to stand straight. He slowly inches his way in, taking his time and savouring the sweetness of your warmth encompassing him. There isn’t much time for you to spend together, but Javier – ever the slow, sensual sort of man – doesn’t seem to be focused on that. In fact, he doesn’t seem to be focused on anything other than you. He curls his fingers around your waist and pulls you close, easing himself all the way in at the same time.

“Shit,” you gasp. The word is so quiet, but it still somehow fills the tiny storage room that surrounds the two of you. You clutch the back of his neck for support as he slowly pulls himself back out again; your walls clenching as he picks up the pace.

The dresser creaks and croaks as he fucks you and you wonder if anyone is on the other side of the wall to hear the wood gently knocking against the wall as the two of you rock back and forth against it. Javier’s hand finds its way up to your jawline and he settles it there for a moment before using his thumb to pull your bottom lip down. “You look so beautiful,” he compliments, speaking the words in a low breathy voice. With a motion as smooth as butter, he dips and kisses you, gently nipping at your lower lip and causing you to smile into the kiss. With your smile pressed against his own, he pulls away just an inch or two. “What is it?” he asks.

“You’re a big softie,” you tell him through shallow breaths. “Everyone talks about how dangerous you are, but you’d damn near melt if we left you in the sun for too long.”

“You like soft?” he asks, peppering your jaw with kisses until he reaches your neck.

“I like soft,” you giggle, burying your fingers in his hair as he carefully nibbles at the soft, silky flesh at the crook of your neck.

He comes up for air and he looks down between you both, watching himself glide in and out of you – your folds slick and dripping with each thrust. Shudders move through your body in double time and a tightening sensation in your gut lets you know you’re close. Leaning your head back against the welsh dresser, you close your eyes. “Oh fuck,” you sigh. “Oh fuck.”

Warm, calloused fingers are raised to your chin and you open your eyes again to find Javier looking down at you with his lip between his teeth. “Look at me, mi querida,” he tells you. “I wanna see your eyes,” he smiles.

Your body begins to tense up and you do as he asks, looking him in the eye and biting down on your lip hard as you grab tight fistfuls of the collar of his uniform. “I… fuck,” you gasp, allowing your eyes to roll back as your walls clench around him, squeezing him tightly until he finds himself spilling into you in time with your own orgasm.

Your legs wrap around his hips and lock him in place and he uses a hand to prop himself up against the dresser as his legs begin to wobble underneath him. “Mierda,” he pants and you place a finger over his mouth, shushing him instantly. He smiles and waits for you to say something and after a few moments of catching your breath, you sit up straight, allowing him to slowly pull out; sending yet another shiver up your spine. He gazes down and watches the white, sticky substance leak out of you, but your voice frees him from his trance as you whisper. “Now we’re even.”

With sleepy eyes, he looks back up at you and you curl your fingers around the nape of his neck and deliver a delicate kiss to his lips. “I don’t think that makes us even at all,” he tells you. “I wouldn’t say helping you out of that corset was really deserving of… that. I feel like you overpaid me a little.”

“Are you… are you complaining about getting your pecker wet?” you ask him in slight disbelief, prompting Javier to laugh. “You must be the only man who’s ever done that in the history of this god forsaken planet.”

“Ay, I know,” he nods, standing up straight and tucking himself away. “Ignore me,” he smiles, holding out his hand and helping you down from the dresser. “The blood hasn’t quite rushed back up to my head yet. I’m not thinking straight.”

“I heard that men think clearest right after sex,” you tell him, smoothing out the crumbled fabric of your dress as Javier collects his hat from the floor and reaches for his rifle. You wobble on your feet a little as your jelly-like legs struggle to support you.

“Well I don’t know who told you that, but if men think clearest after sex then it’s only because their brain is still in their ball sack.”

There’s a few moments worth of space for you to share a chuckle together before Javier checks the coast is clear outside the room. Pushing open the door, he peeks out, only to quickly pull it shut again as two guards walk past. He beckons for you to move closer to the door and places his hand on the small of your back as the two of you wait for your moment. “Okay,” he mutters to himself. “Go now,” he says and the two of you hurry out of the storeroom and calmly - yet equally quickly - make your way down the corridor in the opposite direction of the guards.

“Thank you for the help, sir,” you chirp as Javier delivers you back to the main lounge, still filled with as many rich people as the owners of the boat could possibly cram into it.

“You’re very welcome, miss,” Javier smiles, knowingly. “If you ever need more help, then you know where to find me... Anytime, anyplace,” he grins.

You bite the inside of your cheek in an effort to disguise your smile as you look over your shoulder at him, watching him return to his place, guarding the door. He nods his head and you return the gesture before heading into the sea of people ahead of you in search of Trelawny.

“God damn you,” a man’s voice yells, immediately drawing your attention. You stop by the bar and covertly watch over the top edge of your pocket mirror as the man to whom the voice belonged stands up from his chair around a poker table, followed by Arthur. You glance over at Javier -- who’s still gazing lovingly at you when your eyes meet his -- and his gaze drops to the floor in front of him and his back straightens, preparing to play his part.

#rdr2 #javier escuella #javier escuella x reader #my writing #writing: javier escuella

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grifalinas · 6 years ago

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@directium was kind enough to let me do the redesign for Roman Torchwick in their Annoying Redhead/Tangerine au. The redesign process was a lot of fun, and I really like how fancy and dapper he turned out. Who knew he could get even MORE dashingly handsome?

Some notes:

His hat colors, jacket lines, and necklace are meant to invoke Neo. Since Roman doesn’t realize she survived the Fall, he memorialized her in his outfit update, in the same way that the other characters memorialized their own fallen friends.

He didn’t really have a chance to cut his hair or shave while he was being digested, ralphed up, and dragged across Anima, so he was quite the hobo by the time they got to Mistral. He shaved off the hobo beard but kept the ponytail.

His cane didn’t survive being eaten as well as the rest of him, so the kids bought them a new one that is identical to his old one on the grounds that after doing an entire outfit redesign, I didn’t have the energy for a cane redesign too.

His boots are shimmery but idk if you can tell that because of screen qualty etc

The background was meant to distinguish from the white in his outfit but now I can’t help picturing his outfit reveal and bursting into a rainbow aura because of how handsome (and vain) he is

The hat style I gave him is called a “gambler”

#pirate draws stuff

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lauraosnessource · 6 years ago

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bwayprincesspty The #PrincessPosse played our largest audiences to date this weekend in Overland Park, KS and Lincoln, NE, singing for over 2,300 new BPP fans! We were so excited to share the stage with our friends, the dashingly dapper @naponacott & hometown “pop” princess @hayley_podschun at @carlsencenterjccc. And we were thrilled to welcome @unlincoln students@aguellual & @matthew_v_carter to the party at @liedcenter! And don’t you love our new @promgirlxo princess dresses, too?!? Catch the party this Monday night on @foodnetwork and next weekend at @npacf in Bothell, WA! #RubySlippers #RoadTrip #Dillards #Cornhusker

#laura osnes #courtney reed #susan egan #corey cott #ben rauhala #instagram #broadway princess party #2019

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thewhimsyturtle · 1 year ago

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🎉🎩🐢 Happy New Year! 🥳🎊

Wishing you all a deliciously sparkling 2024! ✨🥂🍾

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calamity-bean · 6 years ago

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hey im the uncle from got slash dude from the terror anon and i just read your latest post that that guy is also in outlander???? im about to watch it just for him cause my goodness he is so handsome and square and i love that in a man so yikes this is gonna hurt but im ready for Pain and Angst

“So handsome and square” GOD you’re valid, anon.

Whatever else I feel about Outlander, the cool thing about it is that you get two Tobiases for the price of one, as a Dapper Gentle Scholar in one role and a Dark Sadistic Villain in the other, so idk which character type you prefer but he is, of course, great in both roles (as usual), and exceptionally, dashingly square.

#i salute you in your tobias menzies thirst journey anon #godspeed #asks #op #Anonymous

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ts3casconversioncatalog · 7 years ago

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Item name: Dashingly Dapper Catalog name: tmBodyWeddBowTie Set: Romanza Bridal Party Ages available: teen

#clothingMT #suit:tuxedo #outfit:pants #outfit:layered #style:formal #theme:wedding #setRomanzaBridalParty #2010 #2010august

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mintffxiv · 3 years ago

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~Dashingly Dapper~

@yazffxiv @baeffxiv

#ffxiv #mint sky #ffxiv glamour #vertical #my family #Yazi #Jam

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cynthiasdazzling5bling · 5 years ago

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https://cynthiasdazzling5bling.com/products/paparazzi-dashingly-dapper-necklace-red-box-16 https://www.instagram.com/p/B-5n_CEDqNK/?igshid=1rnultxl59kwq

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corpyburd · 8 years ago

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