#HES A COWBOY I DONT MAKE THE RULES

[dragonbe-laggin]

no one is talking about Din’s cowboy walk. Every time he moves he sways his hips. If he had a hat he would tip it, and grip his belt buckle. DINS. COWBOY. WALK.

[cowgirljackkelly]

rip jack kelly, you would have loved queen

[redr0sewrites]

Striker x Reader General Hcs

guysguysguys plsssss hes soooo- cowboys r a guilty pleasure of mine

🥀Cw: fluff, smut, switch!striker, riding + face riding, oral, somno

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

sfw:

striker never expected to have a real, long term partner, especially with his line of work

sure he's had hookups and flings over the years, but you really threw him off his feet

there was something about you that really dazzled striker, and he knew that you were the one

he dates to marry, and that is truly reflected in how he treats you

striker is a gentleman when he's courting you, he'll do the basics like holding the door for you and giving you gifts, but he somehow always finds a way to take it a step further.

you're both walking down the street and you have to step over a puddle? no need to worry, striker will scoop you up and carry you right over. you ran out of your favorite food while you're craving it? don't fret, striker will run to the store and grab it for you without a second thought

this is all before you both are even together! hes truly a sweetheart towards you, and it shocks everyone how you've managed to tame the wild assassin

striker definitely has a lot of nicknames for you, all circulating around his western class

poppet, sugar, darlin', doll, sugar, and lil' lady (if ur fem) are all ones you'll definitely hear

when talking about you to others, he'll call you "the apple of his eye" or other sappy things like that

he knows how dangerous his job is, and being associated with him can put you in danger. because of that, hes a little reluctant to court you, so he may give slightly mixed signals at first when hes feeling anxious about your safety

it wont take long for him to decide what he wants, but striker definitely wants to make sure you know how to defend yourself

even before you're together he offers you self defense lessons, and is always trying to keep an eye out for you to make sure you're safe

hes protective, but he also trusts you a lot and won't try to interfere with your life or anything, he just wants to make sure you're okay

underneath his tough persona, striker definitely has a soft, domestic vibe. as previously stated, he's the type to want to get married, and even if you don't, he still wants to have a good bond with you

hes a really great person to live with, he def is the type to cook and clean for you and overall carries his weight around the house

he sees it as a respect thing more than anything, and wants you to know how devoted he is to you and that he doesn't expect you to take care of him

he never forces you to do anything though, you can't tell me that he wouldn't absolutely despise people who force their spouses to cook and clean for them. he thinks relationships should be equal, and that you both should share the weight of household responsibilities

i dont think striker is the type to expect much from his partner if that makes sense? he would never want to put pressure on you to be with him or to carry any burdens. he knows how dangerous his job is, and will occasionally ask you if you're still comfortable with him and everything he does

everytime you say yes, he gets this wide eyed grin and ruffles your hair. a part of him is always afraid of pushing you away, its not easy to date a literal assassin, but the fact that you love him and that you want to be with him amazes striker every time

hes def an acts of service guy through and through, striker's actions always speak louder than anything

because his job is so busy, he sometimes works super late or has to get up ridiculously early. striker often feels pretty bad about his crazy working hours, and always dotes on you if you stay up late waiting for him and kisses you on the cheek everytime he has to leave

HE LIKES TO PLAY MUSIC FOR YOU ON HIS GUITAR AND HE'LL SING SONGS FOR YOU

striker also really enjoys dancing with you, and you two r definitely the type to slow dance in the kitchen sorry i don't make the rules

you're one of the few people he lets touch his cowboy hat, and also the only person who has ever ridden Bombshell besides him <3

he keeps a photo of you in his wallet/jacket and looks at it after rough missions

nsfw

yk the phrase "wear the cowboy hat, ride the cowboy"? or "save a horse, ride a cowboy?" yea those both were made for him btw

the cowboy hat stays on during sex, but not on him /hj

seriously tho, he loves the sight of you wearing nothing but his hat, and its one of the quickest ways to rile him up

striker LOVES and i mean LOVESSS when you ride him

theres something so exhilarating about seeing you on top, and after a long, stressful mission, there's something so pleasing about just letting you take the reins and ride him senseless

his fav positions are cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, face sitting, missionary, mating press, pretty much anything where he can see your face

striker is big on eye contact, whether hes top or bottom he loves the intimacy of eye contact

he memorizes everything about your body, what makes you tick, where to touch you that will make you moan loudest, your most sensitive spots, he has pleasuring you down to an art

def into bondage and shibari, whether its you tying him up or him tying you up, he loves it

striker likes the intricacies of shibari, but will always check that the ropes aren't too tight (unless you want it that way... in that case he'll indulge you ;)

he is soooo talkative, he loves praising you and degrading you and he talks you through every orgasm

when hes dom, striker is more of a groaner, he'll let out these throaty, deep rumbles and groans while whispering about how fucking good you make him feel in the deepest, most delicious voice ever

when hes in a more submissive mood i think hes a little quieter, he'll let out some breathy pants and moans but won't be super vocal

hes into (consensual) contact play and doesn't mind being pushed around. i also think he'd have a gun kink and would face fuck you with a gun (never loaded tho, you're far too precious to risk hurting)

ORAL FIXATION.

striker loves giving, like hes def a giver 100% and loves it when you ride his face

he wants you to SIT on his face, in his opinion his face is your throne and it doesn't matter how big you are, strikers a strong guy and will take all of your weight without a second thought

hes a gentleman, he makes you cum at least twice during foreplay before he even actually fucks you

striker is into somno, you both have def had convos about him fucking you in your sleep before

he comes home so late for work sometimes, and the sight of you sleeping on the couch, waiting just for him is so adorable

he likes teasing you and hearing you're unfiltered gasps and moans, the way your body responds to his simple touches without even being awake turns him on a lot

striker also loves it when you moan his name in your sleep, he has a secret possessive side and the fact that you're thinking about him even in your dreams is just so hot to him

sometimes though it'll be the other way around, he'll collapse into bed after a long mission, passing out in mere seconds. meanwhile, you creep into bed with him and give him a handjob, watching as he moans and whispers your name like a prayer. he'll hump into your hand, and sometimes he'll cum so hard he'll wake himself up

when you ask him what he was dreaming about he'll chuckle, but the blush on his cheeks gives him away

when hes sub, striker is like the male version of a pillow prince sometimes. he just wants to lay back and be pampered, theres a part of him that just wants to be loved and taken care of

....mommy/daddy/master kink... what? u hear sum?? i will write ab this...

hes a bit into semi-public sex, but wouldn't ever let anyone actually catch you both. you're body is for his eyes and his eyes alone

striker takes his time undressing you and kissing every inch of your body before the foreplay even starts, and sometimes his tail will rattle a little as he does so. hes just so enamored with you, he can't help it

guysgys GUYSSYYSYSYSYSY RUGERHEHEHSSBSSHSH I FUCKING LOVE STRIKER SM HES MY FAVVV!!!! ALSO HELLUVA BOSS IS OPEN FOR REQS !!

im not gonna make a separate masterlist for helluva boss im just gonna add this to my hazbin masterlist ahshsh

[mvybanks]

Not you getting shadow banned in your cowboy era😭😭

The request was: jj x reader but with a prompt like "wear the hat, ride the cowboy" (not originally mine bc i dont steal)

the universe hates me!!!! you’re a real one for sending the ask again KSJAHAH

babe are we talking about cowboy!jj here??? because i’m all for it😫😫 jj maybank in a cowboy hat might be my biggest weakness! (love this prompt ughhhh)

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He watched you from afar. His hungry stare was fixed on your figure, entranced by the way you could completely ruin him just by the movement of your hips. The toothpick between his lips moved from left to right as he leaned back against the wall behind him, crossing his arms on his chest and taking a sip of his cold beer every once in a while.

You were unaware of the effect that you were having on JJ — you didn’t even know that he wasn’t the only one whose hands couldn’t wait to rip your clothes off. As a matter of fact, you had caught someone else’s attention as you were letting yourself go to the music in the crowded bar. Soon enough, you felt a pair of hands on your hips and their hard-on pressed on your behind. You jumped at the feeling and turned around in the stranger’s hold, hopeful it was only your best friend, although you knew it couldn’t have been.

“Do I know you?” You raised an eyebrow at the man while a disgusting smirk played on his lips.

Without saying a word, he grabbed the cowboy hat from your head and placed it on his. “No, beautiful, but I bet we can change that tonight.”

With a roll of your eyes, you reached for your hat. “Yeah, right. Can I have my hat back?”

He tsked at you. “Don’t you know the rule, beautiful?”

Just as you were about to ask him what he was talking about, your senses were inebriated with the scent of your best friend, whose body was now covering yours from the strange man. The hint of mint mixed with tobacco and cheap cologne made your insides twist with something that you could never quite place your finger on — or better, you knew exactly what it was but the fear of rejection was greater than your instincts.

“She asked for her hat back.” Was all he growled, having overheard part of the conversation.

“And who are you? Her bodyguard?” The man snickered, not hinting at giving back your possession.

JJ chuckled humorlessly. “Maybank. Bet you heard my name ‘round here and y’know damn well who I am. Give my girl her hat back or I’ll fuckin’ cave your face in. We clear?”

You swore the guy had gone pale when he realized who he was talking to. However, you couldn’t focus on what was happening for your belly had been filled with butterflies at the way your best friend was protecting you. The man handed you your hat and walked away as he muttered a ‘sorry, man’, leaving you and JJ alone. You automatically placed the cowboy hat back on your head, but it didn’t last long.

In a matter of seconds, JJ took the light brown material from you and decided to wear it on his head, before he lowered his neck in order to rasp in your ear, “I’m the only one who gets to wear this, baby girl. Got it?”

Letting him hold you against his body, one strong arm wrapped around your waist, you looked up at him through long eyelashes and only nodded at his words. “What’s the rule he was talking about?” You asked him, innocently.

He licked his lips and took advantage of the closeness of your faces to bump his nose against yours, making you almost feel his lips. Almost. “Wear the hat, ride the cowboy. That’s the rule.”

Finally, you found some courage as you slipped your hands inside the half unbuttoned shirt he was wearing, then you ran your fingers behind his neck before you whispered, “I guess I must ride the cowboy now, then.”

Sending you that crooked, and yet so sexy, smile of his, he brushed his lips with yours. “Better keep your promise, baby girl.”

[iluvmissmaximoff]

I’m confused about us?

Inspired by this mood board I made 🩷

This is basically just ooc Billy and literally doesn’t fit into the show’s storyline at all but I love me a good cowboy so I had to write about him.

Tags: Dom!Billy Sub!Reader punishments are given, spanking, smut, oral (m) lemme know if I missed any!

It’s 18 something (?? I have no clue when the show is set in) and you’re 19 when your parents decide drop you off with a man you barely know. William H Booney. They said “he’s a the son of some good friends of ours and they said he’ll straighten you right out” I don’t need straightening. You think. Geez you steel one truck and a bottle of liquor and suddenly everyone thinks your a problem. When you were first introduced you thought “hey maybe this won’t be so bad” You. Were. Wrong. Within the first 30 minutes your parents had left you, you couldn’t stand him. He came and sat down in front of your spot on his couch, Ok listen here little girl. He said, You frowned. Little girl? You thought. These are my rules. Follow them and you and me will be just fine. He smiled. No.1 please don’t steal no trucks or anything I have enough trouble with the neighbors around here I don’t need you making that worse for me. 2 Dont back talk me. There is nothing I hate more than an undisciplined girl. Your frown deeper. Though.. I guess that’s why your here isn’t it? He laughed like it was funny. You scoffed. No I’m here because my parents expect me to stay home and clean or embroider. You laugh, And that’s not something I can do every day. Oh? Speaking of that. You’re not gonna be goin out for the first two weeks. WHAT?! You said shocked. Yes mam I think it’s exactly what you need. He said patting your thigh. I need to not go outside? You asked rudely. No you need to realize you only get what given to you. Now I want you to understand if you break any of my rules you gon be goin over my knee that minute young lady. You understand? He asked. You turned red, w-what? You said hoping you misheard him. Yes mam I don’t know about y’all city people but right here when you misbehave you don’t like what happens to ya. N-no you don’t understand, my parents would never let a strange man do that to me. S-so call my daddy and he’ll tell you you’re not allowed to do that to me. You said almost confidently. Sorry sweetheart your folks were real clear I should do whatever need be to make you behave. Tears came to your eyes, but as long as you’re good you’ll be fine. You can do that right? You said to yourself.

No. No you can not.

Less than 24 hours later you found yourself over his lap, it happened because you saw some boys going on a trail ride through the window, you saw one of them had a flask. You thought how bad do I need that, you had been up since 5am thinking about Billy, how blue his eyes were how commanding his voice was (how good he’d fuck you) but that he’d probably never want you. He apparently he saw you as a little girl. Ugh I don’t like older men anyway (wrongg) you thought. As you tried to quietly sneak down the stairs and out the front door. You saw it was locked with a padlock. Shit you thought. Your eyes darted to the window. You smirked, I don’t know what he was thinking I can fit out of these windows easy. As you were lifting the window up all you saw was two hands towing over you and pushing the window back down. Your heart almost stopped. He leaned down to your ear and said. Now what do you think you’re doing little girl? He asked darkly. Uhhhh. before you could come up with an answer. He had picked you up and put you over his shoulder. You squeaked Ah! You yelled. Put me down!- he did in fact put you down… just over his lap. No! You yelled. Oh hush. No need for a tantrum now. I’m not having a tantrum! I’m a grown woman and you can’t do this t- you were cut off by him putting his hand over your mouth. You tried to wiggle your way out but he easily lifted up your skirt. And you felt a warm hand on your bottom. His hand rose, and fell quickly, alternating cheeks. If there was anyone else in the house they would have definitely heard the loud smacks! Billy was giving you. And your muffled cursing. After about 4 minutes of him doing this you were about to cry. You tried to get away but to no avail. He easily pulled you back to position and gave you two extra hard slaps. And kept going. He finished soon after you started crying. Your bottom stung. Nobody had ever done this to you before. It didn’t hurt that bad but the humiliation hurt He brought you back up and sat you on his lap, you quickly adverted your eyes down as to not make eye contact. But he harshly grabbed your face smooshing your cheeks together, listen, he said dominantly like he was scolding a child. This or worse is gon happen every time you disobey me , you let out a light sob just thinking about it. So I’ll let you decide whether or not you want this kind of stuff to keep happening.

No I really do not you thought.

It was two days later when you ended up in this position again. Billy had jokingly bought you an embroidery kit. And you had not so jokingly told him to fuck off. So he threatened to wash your mouth out with soap… what ? You said. I said you better watch your tongue or I’m gon have to wash your mouth out. He said dominantly. You suddenly felt very wet.. and figured what’s the worst that could happen? There are other things of yours I’d like in my mouth more sir. You said in a lustful tone, while looking up at him from your spot on the bed. Literally two seconds later he was unzipping his pants, he used your mouth roughly holding your hair in a ponytail. After he had came in your mouth and regained himself. You stood up and grabbed his shoulders, pressing yourself against him your body asking him for more- huh? You thought as he quickly sat and pulled you down and back over his knee. W-wait Billy- you tried to protest as he cut he off. Hush. Was all you heard before your skirt was lifted and smacks rained down on your poor bottom. “Luckily” for you it was a lighter one than your first but you were still confused. He was spanking you like a disobedient child. Not like a woman that had just sucked him off. “I’m confused about us” you thought.

This is it for today I’m totally planning on making this a series so request anything that would make sense in the story line once I get a few I’ll write part two so the more yall request the faster I’ll write. Also if you guys want to make any mood boards more this id love it! Also my request have been a bit wonky lately so if it doesn’t seem to be working just dm me please! Thanks for reading!

[slutforsnow]

billy with sassy!reader?

reader always talks back to ppl and accidentally does it to billy and he's not to found of it.

Watch Your Mouth, Darlin'

Tw/CW: will get suggestive!!

A/N: Ofc!! I'm not good with sass so this may end up being a bratty!reader instead of sassy!reader so apologies if it comes off as that 🥲 she/her reader :]

"What? I'm just saying,' if a man can't bring a woman pleasure, then he can't call himself a man until he does!" She exclaimed to Jease, throwing her hands up in exasperation.

"Oh yeah? What would you know about pleasure then, darlin' cause I reckon you've never had a taste," Jesse retorted jokingly as he loaded his rifle.

"And I bet you've never had a woman to pleasure, Evans," She sassed back, crossing her arms over her chest with a triumphant smirk on her face.

Billy simply shook his head, chuckling to himself. He enjoyed listening to Jesse argue with his girl because no matter what he said, she'd always find a way to sass him back and shut him up. He found it funny at times, but at others, Billy had to teach his girl how to behave when she stepped outta line.

"Alright, settle down, princess, he gets it," Billy called, chuckling as she opened her mouth to continue.

"Mmmmmm..." She hummed, letting an evil grin grow onto her features, stealing his hat off his head. "Why don't you come and make me, cowboy?"

The gang let out a couple of snickers as she teased her lover, knowing this could go one of two ways. Either you gave in willingly or Billy would fuck the sass out of her and they'd have another sleepless night due to her moans, mewls, and screams of pleasure.

"Princess, you know the rule. Dont make me have to fuck that attitude outta ya," Billy warned as she teasingly put the old worn and torn hat on her head.

"So? I can do whenever I want," She retorted, smirking and hopping up onto a hay bale only to regret it moments later. Billy had stood up quickly, scooping her up onto his shoulder. One arm around her legs and his hat in the other as he carried her in her into the large house they were staying in to lay low for a while.

'Shit.' She thought, realizing he was being serious and she attempted to try and wiggle free. "Billy, I'm sorry-"

"Too late, now you gotta learn to watch your pretty little mouth, darlin," He told her, laying her onto the bed and setting his hat on the nightstand. She was in for a long night.

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[luvfae]

GOOD GIRLS DONT

STAY OUT LATE

summary: after wanting him for months, you finally make your move on billy.

fandom: billy the kid

parings: billy x f reader

warnings: smut, hair pulling, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it), foul language, oral (billy receiving), sex in public

You had been watching him all night—the way he charmed the other girls, the glint in his eyes as he held their gazes, the casual way he touched them. Billy had been your friend since he rode into your small town months ago, but despite his conquests with every woman around, he had never crossed that line with you.

Tonight, fueled by a bit of liquid courage, you were determined to change that.

Observing girls' tactics over the years had given you insight, and now, emboldened by alcohol, you were ready to act. You sauntered over to Billy at the poker table, your hand landing on his shoulder, making him spin around with surprise before relaxing at the sight of you.

"Hey, Darlin'," Billy greeted, returning his attention to the game. "Little late for a young lady to still be out, isn’t it?"

"I’m not a child," you retorted, a hint of frustration in your voice. Perhaps Billy saw you as too innocent, too young. But you were no child.

"No, but you are a good girl," Billy replied. "Good girls don’t stay out late."

You rolled your eyes, feeling the challenge rise within you. "Good girl," you scoffed, meeting his gaze with determination. "Would a good girl do this?" With a mischievous smile, you whispered in his ear, then playfully snatched his cowboy hat and placed it on your head.

The poker table fell silent, eyes shifting between you and Billy, a few whistles echoing through the room.

"What's the rule?" you teased, tapping your chin thoughtfully. "Wear the hat, ride the cowboy?" The words sparked a dark look in Billy's eyes, and he abruptly excused himself from the game, leading you into a secluded hallway of the saloon.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?" Billy asked, concern in his voice as he gripped your wrist. You stepped closer, hands trailing up his chest, meeting his gaze boldly. "I can’t give a girl like you what she wants," Billy said with a sigh.

"And what is it that I want, hmm?" you countered, your tone teasing.

"Love. You want someone to love you, to make love to you," Billy confessed. "I can’t do that for you, Y/N."

"I don’t want you to love me," you retorted, your voice laced with frustration. "I want you to fuck me, Billy. Treat me you would any other girl in this damn town."

Billy's expression tightened. "You deserve better than that, Y/N," he insisted.

You closed the gap between you, rising onto your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, "I said I want you to treat me like one of those other whores you take to bed." Your fingers deftly undid the buttons of his shirt, your touch deliberate and bold. "I want you to choke me, pull my hair, make me cum all over your cock. Think you can handle that, Billy?"

Billy's breath hitched at your words, his resolve wavering as desire flared between you

“I can’t, Y/N,” Billy protested weakly, though his voice wavered.

You pressed closer, your hands now tracing the contours of his chest beneath his shirt. “Can’t or won’t?” you challenged softly, your voice dripping with seduction.

A mix of desire and guilt played across Billy’s features. “You deserve more than just a quick fling, Y/N,” he admitted, his gaze searching yours.

You smiled knowingly, your fingers still teasingly toying with the buttons of his shirt. “Maybe this is exactly what I want, Billy,” you murmured, your breath warm against his neck.

Billy’s resolve crumbled as he met your gaze, sensing the raw longing in your eyes. With a sharp intake of breath, he pulled you close, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. His hands found your waist, pulling you tightly against him, the heat between you igniting a fierce passion.

Lost in the intensity of the moment, you surrendered to each other, the hallway providing a hidden sanctuary for your desires. Clothing was shed hastily, exposing skin to skin, the air thick with anticipation.

Billy hiked your leg up, forcing his cock deep inside of your needy pussy and you moaned. His hand fisted into your hair, tugging hard on your locks.

"I've fantasized about this moment for months, Y/N," Billy confessed, his voice tinged with a hunger you'd never seen in him before. "I've fucked other girls, pretending they were you. But now that I've had the real thing, how can I ever go back to them?"

Billy was sending waves of pleasure through you, his cock reaching the deepest, most sensitive parts of your being. You couldn't contain the shameless whimpers and moans that escaped your lips.

"Don't go back to them," you murmured, your mind intoxicated by desire. How could you let this slip away now that you've experienced it? "I could be your whore, your willing plaything," you offered, breathlessly.

Billy groaned in response to your words, driving himself deeper and harder inside you, yearning to feel you cum around him. He craved to witness you lose control, to see you drenched in pleasure. His desire was raw, intense—he wanted to force you clean up the mess you made on his cock with your tongue, a potent cocktail of passion and lust.

"Give it to me, Billy, I can handle it!" you gasped, as he moved with such intensity that the world around you blurred into a swirl of sensation. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room, your release teetering on the edge. "I'm almost there, please, don't stop," you pleaded, caught in the whirlwind of nearing ecstasy.

Billy responded, his deep, rhythmic movements inside you pushing you over the edge. Your release washed over you, intense and all-consuming, as you came undone against the wall, your cunt pulsating around him in a crescendo of pleasure.

"Get on your knees," Billy commanded, a tone in his voice you couldn't resist. You complied instantly, opening your mouth in anticipation. "Good girl," he praised, as he guided himself to you. "Taste yourself, taste how good I made you feel," he whispered.

Your eager mouth worked him fervently, desperate to milk him until he was dry, drawing him closer to his peak with every motion. As his climax neared, he moved with a purpose, until sensitivity overwhelmed him and his hot cum was on your tongue. You savoured the taste.

“You've surprised me, Darlin’," Billy admitted, catching his breath. A proud smirk played on your lips as you rose, your needy cunt dripping with desire again.

© luvfae 2024

[weskin-time]

RE characters and their S/O go to a Halloween Party!

i love them and they are stuck in my brain!!! gifs not mine

Characters listed!- Leon, Wesker, Jill, Carlos, Chris

CW- nsfw implications, alcohol

i hope yall cant tell ive never been to a halloween costume party lol

Leon Kennedy!

goes as a cowboy

yeehaw

hes got fake spurs and everything

he pulls it off, hes already got the gruff look so damn

would love it if you dressed up western with him but understands if you dont wanna

at the party he stands close to you with his arm around your waist

cant have anyone think youre here alone, or that hes here alone

he gets a bit tipsy

he steals the almond joys

remember the cowboy rules, theyre so important (for those who dont know if you take the hat off a cowboy and wear it, you have to save a horse and ride a cowboy wink wink)

if you want to leave the loud party early just take off his hat and wear it

he will get so flustered and red instantly

not a heartbeat later hes already dragging you out of the party, making hurried goodbyes and poor excuses of having something to do in the early morning

but people see the hat on your head and know

Albert Wesker!

no

hes not dressing up

,,, stop looking at him like that

...fine.

he 'wont make a fool of himself for the Umbrella Halloween party' he says

he honestly hasnt even gone to it before dating you so people are surpised to see him there

you put cat ears on his head before he can pick out a costume and he sends you a soft death glare

more than likely would wear a pin that says 'this is my costume' and hes just wearing everyday clothes, or would wear his lab coat and say hes going as a doctor. hes lame

if you bat your eyes and pout he will indulge you

goes as a vampire, fake cape, teeth, and all

would want to just show up at the party and make an irish goodbye in less than 5 minuets

stays for you tho

doesnt eat candy but you see him pocketing some mars bars

wesker with fangs is hot and he notices you staring at them when hes talking

smirks and tells you he 'doesnt bite'

its a lie, he does. and will bite your neck.

Jill Valentine!

gods im in love with her

she goes as a witch!!

cute witch hat and all

would accidentally loose you in a party for a little bit, shes just getting yall drinks so dont worry

she will do your makeup for your costume if you want (like that one meme of the two women)

she gets a little tipsy at the party, just enough to start giggling at any halloween pun you make

normally she just scoffs at them but shes having fun and enjoying herself with her beloved

shoves food in her bag, stealing some of the party food

help her please

the kit kats are hers

the more she drinks the more touchy she is with you, going from being sober and holding your hand to leaning up against you

someone asks if shes a witch wheres her broom she rides on and she just points to you much to your embarassment

tell her youll take her up on that and she will start to leave without saying goodbye to anyone

Carlos Oliveria!

hes a werewolf

theres no convincing him of anything else

he would go shirtless to show off his hairy chest and arms and would love how flustered you get at the idea

you shut him down really fast and make him wear a shirt because you would explode

wears a tattered, ripped up and slightly blooded tank top with a torn red flannel on top

its somehow more hot than him being shirtless

wears cute little clip on dog ears

my gods hes so hot hhhh

is also stealing party food

hes a snickers kinda guy but if theres fruit gummies they will be gone

i think he could hold his alcohol well so you would be more tipsy than him if you chose to drink

he makes the dumbest jokes, like really corny halloween jokes to anyone who will listen

"whats a skeletons favorite meal? spare ribs" he will be holding back a snicker with a face thats just >:3

hes such a dork

Chris Redfield!

hes wearing his sailor costume

im not saying this because his ass looks amazing in that outfit but

i feel like he does it as a joke at first but then flaunts it

compliment him and he will jokingly flex his biseps

please help him put on his fake tattoo (plus it gives you a chance to touch his muscles)

literally everyone is looking at him when he enters the party who wouldnt

i feel like he wouldnt drink that much, prob just have one or two shots or something

if you loose him at any point in the party please either check outside or the food table

he takes the twizzlers

100% has an arm around your shoulders or waist all night

will tease you because you keep looking at his legs

im sorry i love him so much he makes me so gay

he would love it if you walked up to him and just started to flirt with him

who cares if youre together, its so fun

"i seemed to misplaced my anchor,,, can i hook up with you tonight?" you ask him to which he almost spits out his drink, starts laughing, then sees in your eyes that youre not fully joking and he will instantly start making his goodbyes

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Hiya! this is my first time writing for all of these characters except for Wesker so im sorry if it seems ooc or just not fully correct!! im still new to resident evil and im trying to shove as much information as i can into my brain as fast as i can!!

reblogs help me grow more so if you like this please reblog and like! thank you and happy halloween!!!!

[lethalchiralium]

What would Halloween in the happiness household look like 🫣🫣🫣🫣

OH MY GOSH DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED

happiness series 🫶🫶🫶 some suggestive content below the cut

Missus will always coordinate Simon to match her, but the parents and the kids will never match on Halloween. Missus will dress up Mellie to be whatever Winnie wants her to be when she’s a baby, but as soon as Mellie can speak and decide what she wants, Mellie gets to pick her own costumes.

Winnie and Mellie definitely have a good relationship so Mellie ends up matching Winnie anyway, because she loves her big sister and wants to be included.

Simon has stamped a hard no on wearing his fatigues, to which Missus understands completely. He could jeopardize the family wearing it, so it’s usually him mentioning a costume casually and Missus running with it.

“Cowboys would be cool.” He would just be scrolling through his phone, looking for Halloween costumes for the girls and just say it out loud.

“We can do cowboys.”

“Up to you.”

So cue Soap’s yearly Halloween party after trick-or-treating, here comes a cowboy and his cowgirl, then a fairy princess and a dinosaur. Gaz will always grab at the chance to get some time with one of his nieces, so he snatches up the fairy princess Winnie while Price takes dinosaur Mellie. They’re both tired, Simon and Missus always never stay longer than twenty minutes because they don’t want to make the kids stay awake if they’re sleepy.

Missus was just going to grab a slice of cake when Price strolls up, gently bouncing a sleepy Mellie in a dinosaur on his shoulder, whispering, “I can take the kids tonight.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “I can’t ask that of you. They’re gonna be hyper in the morning and out of control, you don’t need to-“

“Y/N,” He said, nodding behind you, you looked over your shoulder to see your husband watching you. His gaze was one you could recognize from a mile away. You turned back to Price. “I will take the kids tonight. You take care of him.”

“You’re a good man, John Price.” You patted his shoulder, turned around and made your way through the living room to your husband. With a brown vest, button up underneath with blue jeans, he looked very handsome. It wasn’t his style at all, but damn, did it make you sweat. You waltzed your to him, he gave you a quizzical look as you reached up and plucked the cowboy hat from the crown of his head - and placed it on your own head.

“You know what they say, save a horse.”

Your husband just looked puzzled. “Wot?”

You gave Soap a wave bye as you dragged Simon out of his house, Gaz and Soap could only watch as you dragged your lovesick husband behind you.

“He’s definitely getting laid.”

“With a beaut like that, I’d want to get laid all the time- OW! PRICE!”

Price snapped at Soap, “She does a lot for you. Give her some respect.”

Gaz and Soap were right, but all you did was show Simon what the Hat rule meant. And may have been in bed for hours after showing him what it meant.

PLEASE the happiness asks are so cute please send me more i beg

[cod-dump]

Can we see y/n getting drunk nd boldly flirting everything they see? have 141 along with Rudy, alejandro nd Konig see her chaoticness 🤣 Have a good day! and love your work too 💜💜

Yeeeessssssss! Personally I’m a clown when drunk

Also I hope you dont mind the worst pickup lines that I can think of ;)

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It was Price’s idea to go out for drinks, so it was his fault that they were in this situation. He bought the first round of shots, and it all lead from there. Y/N was reluctant to drink but once she got started a whole new side of her that no one had seen before revealed itself.

Rudy and Alejandro were the first victims. She sat in Alejandro’s lap without warning, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

“Ya know, Mr. Vargas. They say Disney World is the happiest place on Earth. Well, they clearly never been on your lap before.”

Rudy chokes on his drink and Alejandro’s jaw just drops. Soap and Gaz laugh loudly from wherever they were in the room. Y/N keeps eye contact with Alejandro as she takes his drink and downs it before sliding off his lap and moving over to Rudy.

“Rudy! I have a question for you. Besides being sexy and kicking ass professionally, what do you do for a living?”

Rudy is unable to respond due to shock as Y/N leans close to him, staring at him for a moment before blinking and leaning back.

“Sorry, you’re so hot that I forgot my pickup line.”

Rudy blushes despite the horribleness of the pickup line. Y/N grins and goes for his drink which was left undefended by this point. She takes a sip before choking some, “Oh my god that’s straight tequila!”

Y/N gags as she steps away. She composes herself for a moment, noticing that the music wasn’t to her liking. So she went to the bar to demand that they turn it up. After a moment of harassing the bartender someone comes up to her and gently pulls her away.

Y/N grins at the sight of Price.

“Private L/N, how about you come sit down.”

“Only if the seat is your lap, Captain~”

Her attention immediately goes to his hat and she snatches it off his head before he can get his response out.

“Does the cowboy hat rule apply to you? What do you say, are you up for some tactical insertion?”

Price has to clear his throat at that, unable to look her in the eye. Y/N cackles before running off with his hat. She ends up at a table where Gaz and Soap are. They grin when they see her and offer her a seat between them.

“Someone’s causing some mayhem, eh bonnie?”

Y/N grins and slaps Price’s hat down on the table in front of them. Gaz snorts, “Looks like we owe Horangi money. He did say if anyone was going to be able to take Price’s hat that it would be you.”

Y/N stretches out, “What can I say? I’m the favorite!”

Soap takes a swig of his drink before leaning closer to Y/N, “Say, wanna know why they call me a ‘drill’ sergeant?”

Y/N leans into him, “Only if you plan on putting your gun in my holster ~”

Gaz laughs, “God that’s terrible!”

Y/N whips around to face him, “Feeling neglected, Garrick? Need help dishonorably discharging?”

Gaz can’t help but laugh, color forming on his cheeks. Y/N moves closer to him, “When I’m general, I expect your private to be standing at attention.”

Soap wheezes at that one and Gaz flushes red as he laughs. Y/N joins in on the laughter and grabs Soap’s drink when he wasn’t looking. Their peace is short lived when Y/N sees König and Alex. The grin on her face was comparable to the Cheshire Cat. She excuses herself from Gaz and Soap who were both struggling to breathe. Alex sees her coming first and makes a “oh shit” face. Clearly they were aware of the chaos she had been causing all night.

“Hello, boys!”

König looks at Y/N and visibly braces himself. Y/N knew he would be very easy to fluster so she focused on Alex first.

“Alex, are you aware that Uncle Sam isn’t the only one that wants you?”

Alex forces himself to keep a straight face. Y/N frowns at this. That won’t do. She steps closer and lowers her voice, “Mind if I get a peak at your little battle buddy?”

Alex has a hard time keeping himself from smiling at the horrible joke. Y/N smiles sweetly and steps even closer, “Permission to enter friendly lines?”

Alex gives, “Permission granted.”

Y/N wraps her arms around Alex’s waist and hugs him. Her head was buzzing and she needed a moment to lean on something. Alex sighs and wraps his arms around her shoulders.

“Who knew you had such a wild side.”

The sound of König’s voice seems to restart Y/N’s engine and she pulls herself away from Alex (much to his dismay) and turns her attention on the large man. König’s eyes widen and he steps back, unsure of what was about to come out of Y/N’s mouth.

“Is that a gun in your pants or are you just happy to see me?”

One shot and König was down. Y/N couldn’t see his face due to his mask but his eyes told her everything she needed to know. Plus he immediately covered his crotch with his hands in response. Y/N laughs and is about to say something else despite knowing König couldn’t handle another pickup line (no matter how cringey they were) when the sound of heavy boots gets her attention.

She turns and there stands Ghost. She was honestly surprised considering she was unaware he even came with them to the pub since he was incredibly antisocial.

“Lieutenant!”

“You have been trouble all night. Captain told me to come deal with you.”

Anyone else would’ve known that the jig was up the moment they saw Ghost. But Y/N was a different story. Alcohol wasn’t called liquid courage for nothing. She looked at Ghost’s hulking frame and saw a challenge. She grins and Ghost’s eyes narrow in response. This was going to be fun.

She steps forward daringly and hooks a finger through one of the belt loops on his pants and attempts to pull him closer. He doesn’t budge but that doesn’t deter her.

“Say, LT. How about we ditch this joint and go have some private drills. Just you and me… Unless you want a third~”

Ghost scoffs and grabs the back of Y/N’s shirt and starts to lead her through the bar.

“Is this a yes?”

Ghost says nothing and keeps walking. Y/N grins and grabs a drink from passerby and downs it before Ghost could take it from her. Her energy was finally weaning and she started to drag her feet. Ghost catches her as she trips.

“You’re so strong~!”

Ghost goes to say something before Y/N promptly passes out right there. Ghost groans and picks her up and throws her over his shoulder as Price walks over.

“I think it’s time we left.”

“Definitely… did she tell you what she did with me hat?”

Ghost let’s out the world’s shortest laugh before turning and leaving the pub. It would be a miracle if Y/N remembered anything from tonight, let alone what she did with Price’s hat.

[gilliontidestriderchampionoftheu]

MALLARD CONWAY?

STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING MALLARD CONWAY GOD DAMN FOOL CORPSE LOOKING DUST EATING RAT OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT AVATAR OF THE WHORE BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN COWBOY MOTHERFUCKING MALLARD CONWAY

STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT MALLARD CONWAY I HATE HIM SO MUCH WHY DOES HE HAVE SUCH A FUCKED UP HOUSE WHY DID HE DECIDE TO FUCK AROUND AND KILL ALL THE WISPERERS IS HE DEAD IS HE A BASTARD MAN HAS SUCH A VISCERAL AFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN IN THE ROOM NEVER SEEN THIS MANS FACE AND I KNOW HE HAS THE WORLDS SHITTIEST BEARD GET AWAY FROM ME

if i wanted to get into heaven and god said mallard conways waiting inside i would piss on gods feet for the sole purpose of getting sent back down

if i have to deal with mallard conway speaking one more word in person on voice in podcast not only will i close the tab i will delete my bookmark out of spite and have to rewatch the entire series again for the experience of being able to skip all the times when he is mentioned or alive

i dont even know why i hate him so much. he rules part of the spirit world but i am just mad because i am angy

he better have some fucked up backstory to explain this if hes just some rich shithead whos a fan of creepypasta and wanted the irl version ill go ham

BETTER have had a wisp make him kill a man cuz if he didnt Im going to make him

paypal.com/IFuckingHateMallardConway

episodes not even about him. vaguely mentioned what is supposed to maybe be him or ghoul and I lost it

where the fuck is mallard conway if hes still alive im going to so deeply wish he wasnt

crusty old man

ill punch mal and his sad frail old man twig bones will simply flake apart under my epic huge meat fist and he will disintegrate until all thats left is one final book he kept on him at all times simply titled Now You Fucked Up in ancient yiddish

im not breathing im hyperventilating at this point

i hope theres a date given for when mallard died or will die so i can make it a reminder on my phone

everyday once a year i will see it and do anything but pay respects to the man who killed so many wisperers

[bug-bites]

hai… may i have some romantic n fluffy webslinger x reader hcs please? thank u!!

cowboys n' kisses

tw: brief mentions of the cowboy hat rule (nothing suggestive or nsfw) but other than that, nothin!

pairing: patrick "web-slinger" o'hara x gn!reader

characters: patrick "web-slinger" o'hara

authors note: yes ofc!! sorry this took so long for me to finish but i hope you enjoy!! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

it doesn't matter how you identify in terms of gender, this man is going to call you partner

he absolutely LOVES seeing you wear his hat. its not even related to the cowboy hat rule (he, in my opinion, could not care less about it) he just likes seeing you wear his things, you look a little silly but he adores it

you know how some people do the little guess who thing and cover your eyes from behind? he does that but uses his hat instead of his hands

if you're dating him you're going to learn how to ride a horse.

no literally this isn't an innuendo, like he forces you to learn.

him and widow literally have a telepathic connection, you are going to get along with this man's horse if you intend on staying with him

dont worry though!! he is going to be with you the entire time, right behind you, hands holding yours as you clutch onto the reins or holding your waist

if you're like me and you are lowkey terrified of horses he would be constantly reassuring you

"i gotcha darlin', just hold onto the reins like that- there you go. see you're a natural at this" "i literally have nearly fell half a dozen times." "still better than my first time"

he's lying. this man came out the womb with the ability to ride a horse like nobody's business

but he loves going on late night rides with you, could spend hours listening to you, as you and him and widow, cant forget her wander around under the stars

he's a sucker for old timey nicknames like honey, darlin', sweetheart, that sort of thing!

greets you with a forehead and always makes sure to say goodbye with a forehead kiss

actually he just loves giving you forehead kisses. out of nowhere sometimes he gives you a small peck on the forehead for funsies

this man loves doing finger guns and making a little "pew pew!" sound. he will not stop if you dont do it back.

[pokemonshelterstories]

Hem! Sorry to send this message to someone from Paldea, but I got the idea considering the close relationship between your region and Blueberry Academy, where I teach history -

Slim Pickens (Snorlax, late adult, male, cowboy hat) and the Little Professor (Gengar, unclear, female, mortarboard cap with bright purple tassel) are two Pokemon I've had since my former career as a Gym Leader, and I like to flatter myself by thinking that I'm in tune with their needs and emotions. (Believe me, when Slim Pickens doesn't like something, he doesn't hesitate to let me know it. His son, Shady, is the same way.) The Little Professor has been moving around and getting excited less and less as of late. While a few years ago I could find her using Pickens' stomach as a trampoline while he uneasily slept and interrupting my lessons at random with demands for attention, she's been doing that less and less lately, sleeping nearly as much as both Slims. At first I thought she was just getting older - we all are, nothing to be ashamed about - and while I admit that I missed the Little Professor's disruptive presence in my life, I assumed everything was part of the natural process of aging - or as close to the 'natural process' as a Ghost-type can manage.

Unfortunately, we've got a new Ghost-type expert teaching at Blueberry Academy, and she says that I'm 'starving' my Gengar. I was shocked since there wasn't any changes in their diet from what I'd been giving them for years - and she says that the Little Professor needs a steady supply of new 'pranks' to pull on people in order to be fulfilled, happy, and healthy, and that my insistence that the Little Professor limit their mischief to me and not permit them to bother my students is resulting in some sort of Ghost-type malnutrition.

I'm not sure I trust her - she's a bit of a mystic and given to anthropomorphization. So I thought I would ask for a second opinion, since Pokemon Centers in Unova tend to focus more on the brute survival and nutrition of the Pokemon they treat rather than 'enrichment' and environment - is my insistence that the Little Professor *not* yank chairs out from underneath my students and then levitate them around the center of the room, spinning them around near the ceiling lights, a physical or mental health issue for her? Am I really being too hard-headed and rules-oriented with my Pokemon, have I let my old Gym Leader instincts make me be too harsh and demanding? And if you aren't sure, what do you think the best way to tell or research more would be?

(NB: If this is serious enough to refer this to your local Ghost-type Gym Leader, please do not mention my identity. It's embarrassing, but I fumbled the ball *badly* when asking her sister if she was married when she visited from the Academy.)

you work at one of the most well-funded and well-regarded schools in the world and you haven't consulted their library for pokemon care information? i'd highly recommend looking there.

as for your gengar, she's just slowing down as you age, because- as i would hope a ghost-type expert knows- they're life force feeders. i'm not sure where this expert has gotten her information, but the gengar line are not like misdreavus or shuppet. they prey upon people's life force by hiding themselves in shadows. it would in fact be unusual for them to draw so much attention by playing pranks. she's less active because she's basically "aging" with you.

now, while i don't mind to reassure you on your care, i do take issue with you saying pokemon center nurses in unova dont worry about enrichment. theyre as hardworking and well trained as any other nurses i've met. if you haven't heard about care outside of battle from them, it's because you haven't asked. and as for ryme, don't assume she's not professional enough to put aside whatever faux pas you committed for the sake of a pokemon. these are professionals, and it's unkind and unfair to act like they won't do their jobs properly.

[casanovascorner]

Welcome in! Quick, quick! Let me help you out here!

I'm sure you've heard of my services? Hm? Are you looking to spice up your love life? Find the one? Or the few, I'm not one to judge.

Just... Hah... Whatever you do, don't go talking about this place, or that I'm here for that matter.

I wouldn't want to have to take things into my brother's hands! He's already so busy!

Did you say somethin' about me?

...Not now, Colt. We have custom—, I mean, guests.

This is a Toontown: Corporate Clash OC ask blog/rp account for the Matchmaker and Cowboy Consultant! Ran by/Follows from @rosiecowboy

{MORE INFO/RULES BELOW 👇}

MOD INFO:

abbie/rosie - adult - she/them

GENERAL RULES

Not all responses will be drawn, im unfortunately pretty busy :(

Please no nsfw asks please!

Lance and Colt are TWIN BROTHERS. dont be weird about it please

Messages will be color coded to show who's responding (Lance is pink, Colt is green)

No spamming please 😭

I have the right not to respond to any asks that make me uncomfortable

Other OCs, canon characters, anons (magic or otherwise), etc are welcome!

[hiddenwritingsintheworld]

Rich Mans World-Chapter 4

Chapter 3 | Series Masterlist

Should I make a tag list? Here goes Chapter 4 everybody, let me know what you think!

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“Wow marriage sounds awful, well, Happy three month anniversary!” Marie walked with you, the loads of shopping bags full of new dresses, shoes, clubbing outfits, a few new purses, and some nice dress clothes. You smirked, “Seb called you yet? Figured you’d like a good lay every once in a while” you laughed as she gasped smacking your arm. “Shut up! You gave him my number?!” she whispered glancing over your shoulder at Sebastian who was about 10 feet behind you guys. 

“Hell yeah, he's cute, get it girl, besides we all know that you’re gonna end up married off like me, you might as well have fun before it happens.” you shrugged as you both climbed into the car. Seb got into the front, he smiled at you both before putting up the partition. “So….he doesnt follow the rules huh?” Marie asked as you looked down. “I hate my life…I hate it so much. You’re the only person I get to be normal around and let everything just….relax. I get to be me…” you whispered, biting your lip. Marie moved over hugging you into her side. “I know, hopefully things begin to change.” she sighed, laying her head on yours. 

Sebastian dropped you off first, you smirked at him as you gathered your bags, “Make sure you wrap it up cowboy,” you whispered before walking off after telling Marie goodbye. 

The house was mostly quiet which was unusual’ you set your bags on the stairs, to take them up after letting Chris know you were home. “Hello?” you called out. Nothing, silence filled the ticking seconds. You furrowed your brows as you walked through the foyer, past the turn for the kitchen and dining room, and turned to go toward his office. You walked down the hallway, seeing the light shining from a crack in the door. You slowed your walk as you neared and peeked around the black door frame into his lavish office. 

“Ah! Fuck Chris!” his assistant, Meghan, was sprawled out on his desk, his hands pulling down her tank top and exposing her breasts as he hammered into her. He squeezed her tits in harsh grips as she moaned louder. “Fucking like that dont you bitch?” he growled between teeth. “Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder!” She cried out arching off the desk. 

You bit your cheek as you backed away, turning and made your way back to the stairs, gathering your bags, you hefted them upstairs, pulling out your phone and dialed the all to familiar phone number as you shut the bedroom door. 

A few hours had passed when you came walking downstairs, you wore a very short, sparkly, strapless dress, a pair of 6 inch black sparkly heels. Your hair was down, curled on the ends and your makeup looked flawless. As you walked down the stairs, you were on the phone, laughing. “Yes! I’m grabbing my bag then I’ll be headed your way! I can’t wait!” you said as you grabbed your clutch off the table in the foyer. “What are you doing?” Chris asked as he came into the foyer. “Oh! Marie, I gotta call you back! Love you!” you made a kiss noise into the phone before you ended the call. 

“Chris! Hey! Going out, I’ll be home….gosh I don't know a time for you, so don't wait up!” you giggled and turned walking toward the door. “Where the hell are you going? It’s Wednesday, we’re having dinner together.” he snapped, following after you. You turned to look at him. “Well, I'm going out to celebrate my birthday.” you shrugged and turned back, opening the door walking outside before you slammed it shut with force. 

“Thanks for the ride Seb, just let me enjoy a drink or two before you call him okay?” you asked Sebastain softly as he helped you out of the car at the club. Seb sighed , “I can’t make any promises Y/N…Chris will be pissed about this.” He said quietly. You knew the situation you put Seb in wasn’t right, but you couldn’t help it. Chris broke the rules ON PURPOSE.It was all off the tables now. 

“I owe you Sebastain, if you help me this once….I’ll put in an extra good word for you with Marie.” You smiled before a small giggle came out. Sebastian couldn't help but chuckle and smiled at you. “15 minutes…that's all the time I can buy you sweetheart.” he smiled. You grinned and kissed his cheek. “Thank you Sebastain!” you took off inside the club as he watched after you. 

Gathered around the bar were a group of your closest friends, You all laughed and got drinks instantly. As you did shot after shot you decided to have as much fun as you could before Chris showed up. Marie grabbed your arm, pulling you away from the bar a bit, she got in your ear and smiled “Happy Birthday,” and pointed you toward someone walking toward you. 

The gasp that left your lips didn’t go unnoticed by her, “Mark!!!” you grinned and began walking toward him. “Oh my god!” you were instantly wrapped up in his strong arms on the dance floor. “Y/N! Happy birthday!!” he said, smiling down at you. His lips inches from yours, the song ‘Heaven by Julia Michaels’ blared over the speakers, as your eyes traveled his features. “Still wearing that Cherry lipgloss I see,” he smirked, his Boston accent thicker than you remembered. “Yeah….It was always your favorite,” you said gently biting your lip as you both made eye contact. 

“The sexual tension between the two of them…Holy shit,” Marie told Jamie as they watched the two of you dance and grind against each other from across the club. “Fuck….can you imagine the sex between the two of them?” Jamie asked, taking a shot. 

It felt like it was just you and him on that dance floor, his hands traveling your body, your arms around his neck, your bodies moving together smoothly. You felt his stubbled cheek against yours, his hot breath against your ear. “Why don’t we get out of here?” you nodded against his cheek before he pulled back and gripped your hand pulling you toward a side exit. 

“Find her now.” Chris growled at the entrance of the club. Sebastian spotted Marie by the bar with a large pink drink in hand. He nodded to the guys and walked over to her. “Marie.” he called out, in which she turned and eyed him with wide eyes. “S-s-s-sebastian. Hi,” she squeaked out quietly. Sebastian smirked, “Where is she?” He tried to be gentle with her, it wasn't Marie's place to know the problems you and your husband were about to have. “Uh……” she wrapped her lips around the straw in the drink and swallowed a couple of drinks. “Ha-ha-havent seen her,” she said nervously. Sebastian tilted his head before he looked around. 

Jamie appeared beside Chris and smiled some, “Hello…..i guess you’re here for Y/N? Such a shame….she looked like she was having so much fun with…..oh shoot…I forgot his name,” she smirked at him. Chris turned and glared at her, “where did they go?” Jamie grinned, biting her bottom lip “Side exit….about 2 minutes ago,” she smirked before writing her number on Chris’s hand and dipped back into the crowd. Chris glared toward the side exit, adjusting the gun in his waistband as he moved through the crowd. 

You were pressed against the brick wall, Mark's lips on your neck, his hands running down your body to pull up your dress, you moaned softly, your head thrown back against the wall, your hands were pulling his shirt up. “Maybe we should-” Mark's voice was cut off when he was pulled off of you, and thrown back into the dumpster by the door, across the alleyway. “Get the fuck off my wife!” Chris stood between you and Mark. He wasn’t wearing his normal suits, he was in jeans, and a black cable knit sweater. You tried to move past Chris who grabbed you and shoved you back into the wall. “Dont fucking move.” he growled before walking over to Mark and began punching him. They fought for a few moments, and when you went to break it up, Sebastian grabbed you and held you against the wall. He gave you eyes that told you to stop, almost begging you to stop. 

The gunshot that rang out made your heart drop, you hadn’t realized you’d closed your eyes until you tried to see who was shot. Slowly opening your eyes, Chris stood there with his chest heaving, Sebastian had his gun pointed at Mark who was lifeless on the ground, Chris’s gun in hand still. You swallowed nervously and moved away from the two of them, Chris and Sebastian looking after you, tears in your eyes, fear all over your face. You couldn’t believe they killed him. You turned and darted out of the alley, Chris yelling your name as you ran.

You didn't stop running for a couple of blocks, having kicked off your heels and snatching them up in your hands, your feet were sore and dirty, some cuts from rocks and fencing you’d run past. You were officially terrified of living another moment in this life. Who knew what you’d face when you went back to his house. You walked to the park and found a bench to sit on, Mark was gone. You let out a sob, one you didn't realize you’d been holding in until now. Sobbing into your hands you didn't know what to do anymore, did you go back to your father and mother, who would just abuse you, beat you senseless because you couldn’t make your marriage work and the deal would be broken causing your father to lose everything? Or did you go back to Chris who for all you knew just ordered for the only person you’d ever have feelings for to be killed? You cried harder until you felt a hand on your bare shoulder blade. 

You jumped screaming out as you flew up off the bench. Anthony stood there, black suit, black shirt, calm demeanor. “Let’s get you home Ma’am.” he said softly, removing his jacket and placing it on your shoulders as you shook. He took in your state and wrapped his arms around your shoulders and under your knees, lifting you with ease as he carried your back to the car. You curled up into his jacket on the way home, tears streaming silently down your cheeks, as the alcohol pulled you into a steady sleep. 

Chris was pacing the foyer as Sebastian hung up the phone. “Anthony found her at the park and is driving her home now. Says she's asleep in the back of the car.” Chris felt relief flood his brain. How stupid could you have been to take off like that? You didn’t realize the enemies he had, what if one of them found you before his men did? You could have been killed. He tensed his jaw when he heard commotion near the front entrance. He quickly walked to the front door and threw it open to see Anthony lifting you out of the car, his jacket over your body as you lay passed out in his arms. “Her feet have some injuries that need to be seen to,” he told another guard who radioed to someone else within the house. “Is she alright?” Chris asked courtly as Anthony walked into the house with you. 

“She should be fine, passed out drunk,” he pushed you off into Chris’s arms. “I’d suggest a glass of water and some meds next to her bed, advil, and if I were you I’d see to it that her feet get looked at before long, she has a few cuts on them.” Anthony nodded to Chris and turned walking back out.

Sebastian looked at Chris, who looked at you uncomfortably. “I can take care of her for you sir,” he said, breaking the heavy silence. Chris nodded quickly, “Yes, that’s fine. I have work to do in my study,” he said as Meghan bit her lip giving him a soft smile. “So I assume Sara is out of the picture?” Sebastian asked, raising an eyebrow as he took your limp body from Chris. 

Chris looked at him, smirking, “Sara is of no use to me anymore.” he said before turning and walking away. “She can sleep in those clothes, just put her to bed.” Chris called over his shoulder as he walked away. 

Sebastian watched him go before he carried you upstairs, once he made his way into your bedroom, he closed the door, slowly locking it. You stirred in his arms, before a soft snore came out of your lips. Sebastian smirked and gently laid you on the bed. He moved around the room effortlessly, grabbing supplies to clean your feet, applying a bandaid over a puncture in your right foot, and removing a small piece of glass from your left foot. He finished your feet and slipped your dress off of you, putting a long black satin nightie on you, it was floor length. He swallowed, avoiding drinking in your naked body before him as he pulled the material over your head, and then moved you up the bed. He put you on your side, and set your glass of water on your side table, along with two advil. 

Sebastian cleaned up your items, placing your phone on the charger, the contents of your purse was placed gently on the island in the closet, along with your shoes for you to put away in the morning. He looked back at you once more, staring longingly at you, your lips pursed, your cheek still flushed from the alcohol, he sighed looking down. You deserved better than the life you’d married into. As he left your room, he turned the lights down and quietly closed the door. When he came downstairs, he could hear Meghan moaning from Chris’s office and he clenched his jaw. 

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