#drink MY liquor then cockblock?

[respectthepetty]

The show has bigger fish to fry, but I want to know Sand's reaction to life.

Like . . . Nick getting back together with Boston after they made that pact, AND after Boston ruined his entire birthday by smoking his weed and drinking his alcohol only to start a physical fight with the guy he was falling in love with which put them on a straight path to hell when they were actually doing pretty well up until that point.

Would Boston be allowed back in the apartment after starting all that shit?

Would Sand even want to hang with Boston after that?

How about Mew? That's Ray's bestie. Not even concerned with the fact that Ray was in love with Mew forever and ditched Sand for him, and made Sand the side chick to his relationship with Mew, but more focused on Mew is kinda sorta maybe dating Top again, who is currently Sand's enemy because he slept with his ex while they were still in a relationship and said he no longer spoke to Boeing, but that was a lie.

But then again, Sand did kinda eff up Top and Mew's relationship, which pushed Mew to use Nick to get dirt on Boston, and now Mew is being an asshole to Boston, so Mew would NOT be allowed in that apartment because Nick is nasty4nasty, but would Ray even be allowed in the apartment?

I just wanna know, you know?

Because gay circles are small, and Nick and Sand gotta break up with their guys because it's besties before the resties. Be drama-free llamas if they'd just sink these ships. That's all I gotta say.

[chelseeebe]

deadly.

summary: tagging along to a gig could never be a bad idea, could it?

smut 18+, steve is a cocky bastard and this basically a rehashed y/n goes to a concert and the lead singer falls in love w/ her from the wattpad days it is incredibly self indulgent lol

an: erm so i apologise for not posting in what feels like forever but a series of things happen (i lost and then subsequently survived the great war and got taylor tickets), my dad is in hospital (he's okay!) and i have written a 10k+ the bear au with eddie (lemme know if u want that) that has occupied my mind so i have excuses ok

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It’s slightly difficult to believe that you weren’t utterly enamoured with Steve Harrington the first time you laid eyes on him. You felt like the odd one out, surrounded by a gaggle of screaming, adoring fans. 

You liked the music enough, so when Jen had suggested getting the tickets, you were completely up for it. 

You had just never expected for the night to end like this. 

Jen had been hand plucked from the crowd for some after party, the security guy had eyed you up and down, shrugged and just muffled a quiet whatever when she asked if you could go along. 

There was a small group of other girls being ushered into the intimate room of the club, all looking incredibly similar. Buzzing with excitement, barely able to contain themselves when they saw the band lounging on the velour chairs. It just all felt incredibly forced and you knew exactly what the end goal was. 

The room is murky, full of girls chattering, trying their hardest to grab the attention of at least one of the guys. 

And yeah, maybe it was a little cool but you were tired and knew you’d end up having to find your own way home as Jen was gone. She’d wriggled her way onto the couch next to who you think is the drummer, batting her eyelashes and flashing him that signature pout that meant he was putty in her hands. He’s her usual type, long floppy hair.. the brooding kind. 

“You not having fun?” a voice mutters into your ear, barely audible over the thumping music. It’s Steve, or the frontman, still in his stage get up with a cup of something in his hand. 

“Oh, no I am.. I’m just tired,” playing it off with a small smile. You were not about to cockblock Jen and get the pair of you escorted out with your resting bitch face. 

He nods, eyeing the undrunk glass of champagne in your hand, it was warm now, undrinkable, “you don’t drink?” 

“Ah..” you do drink, just not open drinks that had been shoved into your hand by some barman the second you walked in here, “I just don’t… and don’t take offence, I don’t take open drinks from strangers,” baring your teeth in an awkward smile. 

Steve laughs out loud, envying girls snap their heads in your direction, he takes the flute from your hand, “yeah that’s smart, you want another one? We can both watch him pour it,” motioning towards the bar. 

You had desperately wanted another drink, just too shy and self-conscious to make a scene out of pouring this one away to do anything about it. Nodding graciously as you both stand from the cramped couch, walking up to the bar with daggers in your back. 

“What’re ya’ having?” his eyes heavy on yours, leaning across the bar to get the man’s attention. 

“What are you drinking?” 

“Whiskey,” shaking the cup in your direction. 

“Ooh maybe not,” scrunching your nose in disgust, peering over the bar at the collection of liquors they had. Basically, a bunch of expensive shit you didn’t recognise. “Can I just get a vodka lemonade?” shying away at your incredibly basic pick. 

“Classic,” Steve nods, eyes on you but yours are glued to the bartender, watching eagle eyed as he fills the cup. 

“You’re supposed to be watching too,” raising your brows with a smug smile, you could feel his eyes burning into the side of your face. 

He scoffs, grinning to himself, “I think you’ve got that covered,” not once lowering his gaze. He’s confident, cocky even. Worlds apart from the usual guys you’d encounter, pathetic yet arrogant in the way they spoke to you. 

You take the drink with a smile, the bartender walks away to the other end of the bar with so much as a grunt in response. 

“I haven’t- I need to pay,” finally meeting Steve’s eyes again, baffled by the entire interaction. 

His eyes glint with amusement, shaking his head, “not here.. it’s all paid for,” it’s endearing to him, perhaps he’d got used to girls just already expecting it. 

“Wow..” your mouth contorting into a perfect ‘O’, “well, thank you for the drink,” sipping out of the straw with a smirk. If you’d known, you would’ve taken full advantage way earlier. 

“Well that’s my pleasure, d’you smoke?” rustling in his pockets for the pack of cigs, leaning over to your height. 

You eye the box, “only socially, but if they’re someone else’s cigs then yes, definitely.” 

He bursts into a cackle, “well let’s go then,” placing his hand on your elbow, leading you through the room and out of the side door, passing the prying eyes of the other girls. You weren’t dumb to what was going on, any of those girls would jump at the chance to get led out of a club by Steve Harrington. 

It’s chilly outside, your body shivering at the sudden drop in temperature. He hands you a cigarette, lighting his own and flashing a quick thumbs up to the large security guard who had taken it upon himself to stand blockading the door. 

“Is this something that happens every night?” you ask cautiously, honestly not wanting to offend but rather curious about the answer. 

He nods, blowing a cloud of smoke out of the side of his mouth, “most nights on tour, yeah,” his lighter in his palm ready for you to take. 

“Hmm.. right,” lighting your own cigarette, running your thumb over the engraved metal. Peeking down at the cursive lettering, O.H. Passing it back to him without any questioning. 

“You gettin’ jealous already?” one eyebrow quirked up, you’re thankful that he doesn’t take offence. 

“Yeah totally,” playfully rolling your eyes. Hundreds, if not thousands of girls had been in your exact position before and yet you still found yourself getting giddy over his flirty words and infectious smile. Sickening. “Is it always like this? You don’t get tired?” 

He cocks his head to the side, “sometimes yeah, but those boys in there are dogs yanno? Bad influences,” smirking as his lips part to exhale. Effortlessly sexy with his eyes hung low, heavy as they refuse to leave yours. 

“Oh and you’re not?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny..” holding his hands up in innocence, closing the gap between you. 

Pressing your lips together, focusing on the cigarette in your hand rather than his obvious advances. If you were going to be another notch in his bedpost, you were going to make sure he worked for it. 

“It’s crazy because I just don’t believe you,” matching his smirk, taking another sip of your drink. It was becoming increasingly harder to resist his caramel tinted eyes and the gorgeous eyelashes that hung over them. 

“Well,” he remarks, stumped by your stubbornness, “I guess I’ll have to prove it to you,” throwing the butt off into the distance somewhere. His hand reaching out to find your elbow once more, “shall we go in?”

You nod, dropping your own half-smoked cigarette, walking back into the crowded club with his hand resting on the small of your back. Falling into the first empty seat you could find, his large thighs squishing into the tiny section next to you, brushing against your scantily clad legs. 

My God, if looks could kill, you would’ve been six feet under by now. 

-

You chatter away all night, his lips brushing against your ear, feeling his breath over your cheek sent shivers down your spine. 

Jen had already disappeared, flashing you a very reassuring nod before being bundled out of the club with her emo dream boy trailing closely behind. 

It’s late now yet there were still hoards of girls milling around, hoping for one last chance with whoever was left. You’re pretty sure they had got the memo that Steve was simply not interested, watching as he hung off of your every word, passing you drink after drink while sipping on his own with intent eyes. 

You hadn’t expected him to really care about your life but he had asked all the right questions, talking about your job and going back to school. Shit that you were sure he would forget the second you left. 

The security guard from earlier comes over and whispers something into Steve’s other ear. He just nods before placing his hand on your shoulder, leaning into your ear, “I’m gonna go back to my room now,” sitting forward in the extremely cramped chair. 

Your heart sinks a little, as shameful as it is, you’re a little disappointed. Attempting to quickly figure out how you would now get home without Jen. 

“You wanna come with?” 

Head pricking up at the question, staring at him for a brief moment before nodding. His pink lips curling into that smirk you’d become accustomed to. Smug and enchanting all at the same time. 

You’re bundled into a car, security guards speaking in low voices to the driver, you can vaguely hear the word paparazzi be mumbled and then a bunch of directions. It’s all a bit too much, Steve is serious as sin sat next to you in the back, listening intently to whatever the security guard was mumbling into his ear. 

You sit in amazement, contemplating if this maybe wasn’t the best idea until the door slams shut and the car sets off. Steve turns to you, rolling his eyes as his hand creeps onto your knee. 

“Sorry.. apparently there’s paps outside the hotel so we’re goin’ the long way until they get rid of them,” sliding his hand north, squeezing onto your thigh. “We’re stuck in here for a little while longer, I hope you don’t mind?” the streetlights illuminating his face, remnants of his black eyeliner cling to his eyes. 

“Jeez..” blowing the air from your cheeks, “must be exhausting.” 

“I don’t mind it, I just don’t think my manager would appreciate waking up to the pictures.. ya know?” 

“Not really.. but I get it, you don’t wanna look like a whore in the media,” returning the smirk he had been giving you all night, shifting in your seat to see him better. 

“A whore? I prefer slut if I’m honest,” shifting closer, eyes lingering on your lips for entirely too long. 

“You could be both,” tongue peeking out to wet your suddenly parched lips, “it wouldn’t be a lie, would it?” 

His chuckle rumbles through his chest, “shut up,” free hand trailing upwards from his own lap to cradle your cheek, pressing his plump lips to yours with haste, eyes fluttering shut at the contact. 

Your fingers curl into the soft material of his shirt, pulling his chest to yours, leaning back against the hard plastic of the door. You sorta hoped the paparazzi would linger a little bit longer just so you could stay exactly like this. 

-

It’s a grand hotel room, they definitely had not skimped on the budget here. Nothing at all like the budget rooms your family had forced you into on vacation. It takes a moment for you to completely take in the entire room, a standard of elegance that you’d never seen before. 

“You’re like.. rich rich then,” gawping at the tall ceilings like a child in a candy store. 

Steve chuckles, placing a gentle hand on the small of your back, pulling your attention from the grand decor and back to him, “I’ve seen better.. d’you want something to drink?” motioning towards the stocked minibar. 

“Please,” you remark, eyeing the sheer amount of variety in the tiny bar. 

He pauses, coming around to stand in front of you, eyes narrowed, “kiss me and you can have anything you want,” lingering fingers on your hips. 

The corner of your mouth twitches, “anything?” widening your eyes at the prospects of his proposition. 

“Anything.” 

-

You must’ve dropped off to sleep at some point as you wake back up to the feel of Steve’s hand on your ass, thumb playing with the lace band of your thong. He’s leaning against the headboard in quiet reflection. The bedside lamp is still on and you’re not sure if he ever slept. 

“Do you ever sleep?” you ask groggily, shifting to face him with heavy eyes. His hand clamps around your thigh, startled by your voice. 

“You scared the shit out of me,” turning his head to face you, the cold metal of his ringed thumb presses into your soft thigh, “can’t sleep.. happens sometimes after a show,” shrugging slightly. 

Sometimes is an understatement. He hadn’t had a full night's sleep in God knows how long. Becoming accustomed to the shoddy hours he did manage to catch. 

“Oh,” suddenly feeling guilty that you were here and potentially disrupting him, “I can go.. let you get some sleep,” looking up at him through your lashes.  

“No no no no, stay.. stay,” pulling your leg over his waist, hand running up and down the supple skin, “it’s nice having someone here.” 

You pull your body closer to his, shifting your weight to sit in his lap, knees positioned either side of his hips. This wakes him up entirely, moving up the bed to sit up, large hands gripping onto your waist. 

“Oh? This is what we’re doing now?” he teases, clapping a mild slap to your ass cheek causing your cunt to brush against his already-growing bulge. 

“Apparently so,” you snigger, glancing at the thin cotton of his boxers, they weren’t leaving much to the imagination, perfectly outlining the shape of his cock. 

“Well great because I love this,” smirking as you clasp onto either side of his face. Carefully placing your lips on his, your tongue slipping past his liquor stained lips. 

Mindlessly beginning to grind yourself down against him. He’s uttering a bunch of nonsense into your mouth, bucking his hips up to chase the feeling of your cunt against him. 

“Fuck,” he grunts, hurriedly trying to slip his boxers down without making you move. Steve’s animalistic in the way he yanks your flimsy panties to the side, fisting his dick in the other. The sight alone makes a pathetic noise form in your throat, practically drooling over him.  

“C’mere baby,” he instructs, thumb expertly holding the lace aside as you sit up on your knees, guiding himself through your folds and into your cunt, exhaling sharply as you slide down. 

It takes a moment to adjust, he was cocky but fuck, did he have a reason to be. The tip of his cock already nudging uncomfortably close to your soft spot. 

“You take me so well,” he proclaims, watching his cock disappear inside of you. 

His words make you choke, joining him in looking at the space between your bodies. Feeling just about ready enough to move. 

There’s a short knock at the door just as you begin to bounce, pausing with his dick still buried deep inside. Clutching onto his shoulders, sharing a disdainful look for whoever was looming on the other side. 

“Nghh, what?” he calls out over your shoulder, sending daggers through the wood. 

“Bro, you gotta condom in there?” the voice calls out, low, desperate. 

You shift slightly, repositioning your knee and the sight movement is enough to have his fingernails dug into your hip, “holy fuu- no I don’t,” pupils dark as they flit from the door to yours.  

That’s your cue to keep going, moving your hips up before slowly sliding back down, his cock filling you to the hilt. Biting down onto your bottom lip to keep from moaning though you’re certain whoever is on the outside isn’t clueless. The tour t-shirt you had slipped on is gripped between his fingers, pulled up your torso, exposing the supple skin. 

“Aw fuck man, you’re no help,” the voice complains, banging the door one solitary time before skulking off, presumably to go and bother someone else for a condom. 

Your lips twitch into a smile, throwing your head back as your hips gain pace, soft whimpers floating from your slack mouth. His hands are rough and commandeering as they hold onto your waist, setting the rhythm even when he wasn’t on top. 

Steve growls, legs propped up as he begins to thrust upwards, trailing his callous palms down to your hips for better leverage. It’s then that you allow him full control, falling into his chest with your fingers knotting into his hair. Tugging at the caramel tinted tufts as this new position catches your neglected clit against his pubic bone, drawing a long cry out of your throat. 

“You feel so- mmfuck, so good,” he squeezes out, quickening his pace, filling the room with the sinful sounds of skin on skin. His adam's apple bobbing up and down as his orgasm nears, sharp fingernails leaving red semi-circles in your skin, trying so desperately not to cum then and there. 

He dares to look down at the space between you, the image of you wearing his shirt with his cock buried deep in your cunt makes him twitch, taking his bottom lip between his teeth in an attempt not to collapse. 

“Right there,” you mewl into his ear, fast approaching your own orgasm, thighs becoming spent as he mercilessly slams into you from below. 

It takes everything not to bite down on his tanned shoulder as your orgasm crescendos, desperate cries filling the room as you shudder around him. Sweaty palms now palming at his shoulders for some reinforcement as your legs give way. 

Steve follows shortly after, sloppy final thrusts as your name echoes the tall walls, surrounded by a chorus of fucks and shits. His chest heaving, pulling you closer into his chest as he melts into the pillow. Graciously still supporting your weight with his large hands while your head still reels. 

“You good?” he sighs breathlessly, drawing your face from his neck with a gentle tug of your hair, pulling your attention back to him. 

You nod, smiling lazily as you sit upright once more, readjusting the lace thong that had been slung to the side. Pulling his boxers up his thighs without once breaking eye contact. 

“Why don’t you just come on the rest of the tour with me?” 

A giggle ripples instinctively, he probably said the exact same to every other girl that had been in this position alongside that same heavy, longing gaze he was flashing you. Christ, it probably worked on a few of them too. Give it a few more minutes and you would be convinced right along with them. 

“I’m serious,” he blinks, tracing circles onto your hip, still completely enamoured with the way his shirt fell on your body. 

“I bet you say that to every pretty girl you fuck,” still refusing to take him seriously, shaking your head at the ridiculous notion. You weren’t sure exactly how long he had been famous, but you were sure he wasn’t that out of touch with reality yet, right?

“Only you,” hands travelling to your bare thighs, “come with me,” thumb tapping a short rhythm onto your skin. 

“You don’t even know me.” 

“Well I want to, a tour bus is a great place to get to know someone,” he remarks, grinning. 

Dawn now creeps in between the hastily shut curtains but you don’t dare to break eye contact. Dropping your hands from his shoulders as you ponder. 

“I have a job and a house and bills and I don’t think they’d let me take that much vacation,” attempting to shut him down despite the fact his tactics were clearly working on you. 

Endless possibilities run through your mind.. you could quit and beg for your position when you get back.. you’re sure Jen would look after your house, in fact she’d be very enthusiastic about you going and would probably volunteer. 

“Fuck it..” he breathes, pressing his forehead against yours, “how much is your rent?” 

“Steve..” 

“How much?” 

“Four eighty.” 

“Easy, consider it paid,” he relents, staring up into your eyes through his thick black lashes. The flecks of gold that ran through his iris’ were persuasive enough to get you to just quit your job and run off on tour with him. 

You sigh, chewing on the inside of your cheek. It would be totally and utterly stupid and irresponsible of you to do this but how could you ignore the niggling feeling in your brain that would never ever disappear if you didn’t. 

“You’re being serious?” 

“Deadly.” 

[cutephlegm]

Something red

VI - Rest with me

Pairing: Gortash x reader

CW: Slight NSFW

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Summary: After being interrupted and cockblocked for days on end you finally confront Gortash.

A time had passed since the encounter you had had with Gortash, and you’d felt the tension which lingered in the air whenever you interacted with the lord. He hadn’t spoken to you much since the incident, however you found yourself at another one of his banquets. It seemed as though every tenday he’d host a luxurious get together for the nobles of the realms. You didn’t mind though; the meetings were stocked full with interesting company that harboured even more interesting conversations. The nobles weren’t as vacuous as you initially thought, some of them you’d even began to know on a personal basis. Likewise, the luxuries which greeted you at the events were unparalleled, and you greatly indulged in them every single time. This was your fourth in total, and you couldn’t help but notice this was the most luxurious of them all.

The tyrant hadn’t spoken to you yet during that evening, unless it was introducing you or exchanging pleasantries. He would pull a charming smile and wrap a hand around your waist in front of the guests as you fawned over him. However, at your core- you felt conflicted, frustrated almost. He had barely even talked to you, occupied with work for the past dew days and even more frustratingly- you hadn’t finished what you had started.

After you’d both been interrupted, Gortash had gotten you to hide under his desk as he answered. You awkwardly scampered under it, adjusting your clothing. Your hair was messy, and sweat clung to your skin, your heartrate still not properly calmed. A couple of minutes passed as he conversed with the patriar before he’d told you could get out from under his desk. When you felt your cheeks warm up, his shirt was still partially unbuttoned and those eyes which dripped with lust were now boring into the ground in frustration. “I need to deal with an arrangement.” He stated, fixing his sleeves. “R-Right-“You were breathless from hiding, and likewise the fact that you were being fingered only a moment earlier. He buttoned his shirt and walked towards his desk to collect some paperwork. “Collect your belongings from your office, I will show you to my estate when I am done.”

You took a sip of liquor and padded your mouth with a napkin, playfully giggling at some joke one of the patriars had made. It was horrendous however Gortash had specifically instructed you to come across as entertained as you could… and you’d reluctantly agreed. This one in particular had been drinking a large amount you couldn’t help but feel pity the display. You couldn’t help but find some of the guests strangely endearing, their names were a mystery to you, too long and regal to wrap your head around, however you were seated next to one of the more familiar ones. The wife of one of the lords at the banquet, a woman around the same age as you with dark hair who fawned over your jewellery. You weren’t sure how much it was worth… It sported an impressive red stone shimmering and gleaming in the warm light. It had surely cost a pretty penny.

Gortash had gifted it to you during one of the times you’d spoken to him since the incident. You’d been adjusting to your new routine, reading one of Gortash’s many manuals trying to kill time when he had let himself into your room. The room in his estate of course. You were relieved to find that he hadn’t made you stay in his, as even though you lusted over the lord you had always held a preference for privacy. His outfit caught your eye- it was a much more casual attire than he usually wore, fitting as you were in his estate after all. As you watched him adjust the collar to his shirt, your pulse sped up and you anticipated he might be there to pick up where you had left off last tenday.

Ever since that encounter he behaved more tentative around you- yet something lit up in his eyes when he saw you nonetheless and this time wasn’t an exception. He cleared his throat and his eyes wandered over the book you’d began to dig into. “Ah I see you’ve been keeping yourself busy,” He grinned, waving a hand towards the tome in your grasp. You rolled your eyes, rubbing your temples. Besides all the luxuries you had to enjoy the only time you ever spoke to people now was during the events, the isolation had started to get to you. “What else is there to do…” He leaned against your desk. “Well… If you’re so interested in literature, Perhaps I could give you permission to frequent the local libraries.”

You acknowledged the thought, considering it for a couple seconds before shooting him a playful glance. “No, it’s fine, there’s more than enough here,” you gestured towards the pile of books that you had taken from Gortash’s personal stash. He let a smirk slip before he tutted to himself. “How very unbecoming of you- taking my personal literature to use for your selfish needs.” His eyes ran across your face, down to your exposed legs before he turned back towards the door. “I didn’t come here to torment you though.” He let out a chuckle and produced a black box from a pocket. You eyed it curiously. “What is that?” You asked, cocking your head to the side. “A gift.” His voice was teasing yet dark. He observed you like a gnoll would gawk at piece of flesh. “How sweet,” Sarcasm oozed from your voice. He narrowed his eyes at you, before placing the small box on a side table, turning to the exit. “Wear it tomorrow, if you haven’t forgotten I’ll be needing to you accompany me.” You certainly hadn’t forgotten. You nodded at him and he had left the room, leaving you to yourself again.

Now, as you sat at the very occasion he had mentioned, anticipation coursed through your body. The entire evening you’d been watching Gortash from the corner of your eye, the same feelings you had from the day before resurfaced- only this time you weren’t even slightly tipsy. Your eyes caught his and without thinking you excused yourself, rushing to the bathroom. You were so pent up… heat pooling between your legs, moisture clinging to your neck, your thighs- you craved him so intensely. It had been ages since you had felt this way about another person.

You locked the door to the bathroom bringing a finger down to the wetness pooling in your underwear. You were so far gone at this point, the shame of what you were about to do barely dawned on you. You reached under the dress you wore, rubbing yourself until your stomach began to knot, biting your lip in an effort to stop any noises escaping from your lips, your free hand clung to the wall to steady yourself as you built up to the orgasm Gortash had denied you of… curse him. Breathless and stifled moans escaped you as you put pressure on yourself, you were insatiable, almost to the point of making yourself sore. Hopefully over the sounds of the many guests outside would drown out any you could make. You breathed in sharp gasps as the build up came to its climax before the knot in your core burst, leaving you panting in a pool of your own sweat.

Later that night back in the lord’s estate- you stripped yourself of your clothing as your ran yourself a bath. You’d never had an ensuite until this day and it certainly wasn’t short as any perks. Just as you rid yourself of your undergarments a knock resonated from your door. How typical… of course now is the time Gortash chooses to disturb you. Yet you felt a grin spread onto your face as you revelled in the idea of him opening the door to find you completely naked. You tutted as you pulled a robe over yourself, making your way over to the door and opening it.

Speak of the devil, the handsome tyrant stood before you, leaning his body against the doorframe. His hair was ruffled up, the shirt he wore to the banquet creased, the buttons undone… he looked exhausted, in fact you were sure you’d never seen him look this tired before. “Gortash?” He blinked, before orientating himself, his eyes shamelessly grazing over your barely covered figure. “Am I interrupting?” “Yes.” He opened his mouth, before closing it again, knotting his brows. A silence entailed before Gortash finally made his point in why he had disturbed you. “Tomorrow I shall be leaving for a few days, while I’m gone, I would like it if you managed the cleaning staff for me, understood?” “Hold on, you’re leaving? Where?” You watched on as Gortash’s smile widened, his dark eyes getting seemingly darker. “That’s none of your concern. Now if you’d excuse me, I will be getting some rest.” He answered.

“Wait, Gortash.” You pulled on the door handle, preventing it from being closed. Your gaze met his once more and he raised a brow at you. You were sick of trying to conceal your intentions towards him, you wanted him then and there and you had finally mustered up the courage to say it. “Rest with me,” You watched as Gortash’s tired body stiffened to the sound of your words. His eyes pried into you, an unreadable expression on his face. “Oh, my dear, ‘wife’” He grinned. “All you had to do was ask.”

[tealenko]

Fics out of context

I feel like we need some laughs today in the mass effect fandom... or at least on this little corner I like to call the shenko vortex XD

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“Okay then.” Garrus thinks something quickly, wishing to let behind the current topic of the conversation as soon as possible. “Real stuff. Well… How about… Never have I ever wanted to kill someone on this ship.”

“Wanted or almost got killed?”

“Wanted.” Garrus clarifies.

Shepard giggles and drinks right away, chugging almost all the liquor in her bottle in just a few seconds.

“Wow, Lola. You didn’t even hesitate.” James says half amused, half scared, concerned he is part of the reason she’s drinking right now. “Thinking of someone in particular?” He asks as carefully as he’s able.

“Oh… Well, I have a list.” She snorts when she sees the expression on every member of the conversation, all of them quite scared they are going to be a part of it.

After a few seconds of complete silence, Garrus musters the courage to ask the question forming in each and everyone of their minds.

“Who’s on top?” He asks, feeling confident that, if it’s in fact one of them, she has way more reasons to hate one of the other two than him.

“Pff… like I’m gonna tell you!” She smiles, knowing too well what they are all thinking. “But no one in this room should be afraid to hold the first position, if that’s what you’re all wondering”

“Tell this person then. Life is short!” James’ fear is quickly replaced by curiosity and delight knowing that, this time around, he isn’t the target of her fury. “I mean, won’t you feel waaaaay better if you confront this right now and get it out of your system.”

“Vega, I don’t think that’s a good idea right now…” Kaidan tries to dissuade him, knowing Shepard is drunk enough to be compelled by his arguments.

“Nah, Kai. It makes sense.” She says, interrupting him mid sentence. “You know what? Why not?” She hits the bar and downs what’s left of her bottle before switching up her omnitool. “Call… Ehmmm… Joker.”

“Joker!?” All three of them whisper at the same time, way too intrigued by what it’s going to happen.

“Hey Commander.”

“Hey…” She laughs for a second, but then a serious expression appears on her face out of nowhere. “How could you?”

“What?” Joker asks, confused. “Everything okay, Shep?”

“No… Everything it’s not ok… okay.” She shakes her head a few times in a pointless attempt to sober up a little. ”Not okay.”

“Wait, Shepard… Are you drunk?” He asks in return.

“Kinda… Don’t change the subject you… You know, right? What you did… Back, in the first Normandy.”

“I…” Joker falls silent, not knowing what to do, until a quick wave of realization hits him and makes him regain his ability to speak. “I… I’m sorry, Shepard. I am. Truly.” His voice quivers, so he stops for a second to clear his throat. “Maybe we should talk about it in a more private environment, and not with you… Well, drunk.” He sighs and hesitates a little before speaking again. “But… You’re right, and I’m sorry Shepard. I… I should’ve left… It’s my fault.” He makes another pause. “It’s my fault that you…”

Shepard cuts him right away, regaining her smile as quickly she lost it less than a minute ago.

“That!? Oh no… That’s shit that happens… No. I’m talking about you totally cockblocking me the first time I was going to hook up with Kaidan.”

“Wait, wha…” Whatever he tries to ask is completely obliterated by the sudden explosion into an uncontrolled laughter of both James and Garrus.

“Ay… You were right.” She says joining them in their glee. “I feel waaaaay better.” She adds, mocking James.

[ninacarstairss]

i have too many things to say and i don’t even know where to start

that battle at westminster was epic. if there’s one thing cc never misses is the epic final battle in a series

thomas coming out to his parents and eugenia standing there being the captain of the thomastair ship, ready to be disowned and move in with thomas and alastair

alastair finally allowing himself to be happy but still needing thomas to kiss him for about an hour to convince him that yes, he really does want to move in with him

alastair being part of the group, part of the family, for real

matthew finally accepting the help he needs and facing the truth. he can’t be okay just with the snap of a finger, he has to really want to get better, he has to forgive himself and allo himself the time to heal. i had my doubts as to how cc would treat his alcoholism, but i’m really glad she showed that it is a process, that you can’t defeat the urge to drink in a day and you have to want it, it is not enough for the people around you to want it.

ari getting her mum back, despite everything. ari getting to choose her own name and getting a chance to go back to india as her true self

matthew finally getting the chance to be a big brother

alastair giving baby zachary all the love he has to give, making sure he doesn’t have to suffer what he had to

anna and ari eventually adopting a child, and thomas thinking about himself and alastair raising baby zachary and building a happiness they never thought possible

alastair spoiling baby zachary arash <3 (as he should)

alastair teaching winston bad words in persian

oscar being given a medal for being the best dog

james finally getting to wake up with cordelia every morning, and hopefully never needing to shoot at a lock again

herondaisy traveling the world

lucie and jesse waiting to be married until lucie can sell her first novel

all the parabatai and siblings moments. matthew following james to edom, cordelia watching lucie struggle to edom and still make it through, james and lucie talking about how belial had hurt them, alastair and cordelia finally knowing each other, letting the other see for real. grace and jesse working through the trauma of tatiana together, in any way they can

but also, cassie where was the lucie? lucie is that you? or cordelia? cordelia is that you?. we were robbed

christopher. i don’t even know where to start. he was always left in the background, barely given a story, and somehow we all knew this was his fate. but it doesn’t sit right with me that no one really mourned him. of course there was no time in the middle of battle, but then we only saw glimpses. anna willing to follow him in death fighting the watchers, matthew thinking of him at the river, thomas having more lines on his face. but we didn’t even see cecily or gabriel mourn him. it was too cold, too little. grace was the only one who really got to say goodbye in the lab.

will and tessa with their arms stretched out for jem, as always

james drawing iratzes on matthew for hours in edom, making them work by his sheer force of will

lucie and jesse being cockblocked by will and tessa

james’s try me as he and cordelia faced lilith for the last time

jesse getting a rune for home

matthew going abroad. i’m going to need a novella about his travels right this moment. and possibly a companion novella about lucie and jesse’s wedding. and thomastair moving in and getting a dog for zachary. i will need a lot of novellas to survive

the gang locking away parts of the past in jesse’s old coffin. alastair throwing out the hair dye, matthew the bottle of liquor, grace the bracelet, ari that letter. it was perfect.

[talesandfluff]

charlotte for the character ask

the literal love of my life let’s gooooooo

First impression: insta love, man, saw that woman get cockblocked by her husband on the phone, try to smoke it out, get scolded, drink from her secret little liquor flask she keeps at work, and it was just pure love from there on out

Impression now: hasn’t changed at all tbh, I think I’ve definitely dived a bit deeper at what I think truly motivates and guides Charlotte in my writing since I first got into Hatchetfield, but she remains one of my top favorite characters in Starkid canon, she’s so damn incredible.

Favorite moment: I don’t think it gets any better than almost hooking up with Ted right next to her zombie husband’s corpse. If Ted hadn’t said the wrong thing they would have just fucked right there on the spot, how craz-amazing would that have been???

Idea for a story: lbr I’ve written plenty of stories about her already, she’s in my top 10 most written characters on AO3, but like I always did mean to write an Emma/Charlotte fic that I never did end up writing. Just would love for those two to hook up.

Unpopular opinion: all the discourse around Charlotte makes me condone and downplay her flaws even MORE, checkmate Charlotte haters, she’s done nothing wrong, it’s morally righteous to cheat on a disgusting evil cop. Charlotte is in NO WAY SHAPE OR FORM anywhere near as bad as him. everything bad she’s done in their marriage, he has done too, and a million other worse things.

Favorite relationship: relationship I think would be BEST for her is her and Sylvia who takes no man’s shit and is therefore the polar opposite of Charlotte who hardly fights back when shitty men treat her terribly. but the relationship I enjoy the most is probably still good old CharTed tbh. They’re a trashcan on fire. I can’t stop staring at it.

Favorite headcanon: I think there’s an extremely significant overlap between Charlotte’s home decor taste and Dolores Umbridge’s. plates with kittens and everything. I think her house is absolutely fugly, so kitsch it is.

[sweetestlamb]

Put On A Show

Summary: Cha-young goes to her high school reunion and brings a certain mafia guest. 

Author's note: I heard someone wanted a on top and in control CY so here it is! I already had this idea about a HS reunion so I simply combined the two ideas and got this smutty brainchild. This is rated E for extremely dirty so read at your own discretion, I planned on writing more fics of them pining but I really do love a women in control so I took a break from my cockblocking to fill this prompt. Hope you enjoy ;) 

Dear class of 2005,

That time has come once again, our class reunion! This year's reunion will be held in the Phoenix Hall in honor of us all rising from the ashes of this pandemic and being reborn stronger than ever before! Tickets available for purchase below. There are separate tickets for food and drinks and this year's theme will be luxury: a life of decadence. We look forward to seeing you all.

Cha-young skims the email that had initially landed in her spam folder, only the name of her old high school attached in the subject line catches her attention enough to make her open the otherwise nondescript email.

Another high school reunion.

She had been evading these gatherings like the plague itself, ever since the last time she'd made the mistake of going to one. She had just landed her job at Wusang Firm and finally felt confident in herself, in high school she'd always been the loud one and the weird one but now she was a lawyer and a damn good one if she said could say so herself. Nobody could dismiss her now or jokingly remind her of the bowl cut she had sported before, she was always the butt of their jokes and she was tired of feeling small beneath their condescending thumb. She finally had something worth bragging about. 

She'd stepped in with a smirk on her face, tight black dress and heels clicking as she walked waving at people she knew but didn't deign important enough to stop her entrance for a chat. The buffet table was her sole destination but she'd been intercepted by familiar annoying high pitched voices, Chang Ae-ram and Bom Min-he, the popular girls in her school and the banes of her existence both rushed over to her with drinks in their hands.

They never had anything kind to say to her and seemed to seek her out simply to put her down or remind her of how much of a “pathethic loser” she was in high school, as if she hadn’t been the one living her life. 

The verbal sparring began almost immediately, with them all battling for lead in the "my life is going great" contest, coyly listing their accolades and accomplishment and assertively she told them both about her new job at one of Korea's most successful and well known law firm.

"Oh." Ae-ram answered with a tight smile that pulled her surgically enhanced face into a wrinkleless grin. 

Score.

She sipped her drink feeling victorious as they both avoided her brazen eye contact. She had just opened her mouth to make her leave when a vindictive smile stretched over Min-he's face, "A job is so important but what about a family? Surely you don't plan on dying alone, how come you never bring anyone with you? We're all so sad that you don't have anyone still." She gripped the stem of her wine glass at the fake concern, suddenly the group was larger and everyone was congratulating Min-he on her engagement, the other woman waving the huge diamond on her finger in her face.

It was so vapid and stupid and she knew that it didn't make her any less of a woman that she didn't have a man but those words still burned. She had noticed that everyone was paired up and she was one of the only people who came alone, she'd been seeing someone before the reunion but at her mention of the gathering he had told her that "things were getting too serious for him" rolling out of her bed while tugging on his underwear and that had been the last she heard from him.

She'd spent the rest of the night on the outskirts avoiding her college mates and later stumbled out on her heels unsteady from the amount of liquor she'd consumed.

That had been her last reunion. She'd pointedly ignored all the invitations since then, the shame of that night still stinging all those years later. They only served as a reminder that she still had no one and regardless of how successful she was at her career she would be deemed undesirable by others.

It was such a fucking joke but she couldn't shake the insecurity despite knowing how false it was.

The sound of keys jingling near the front door knock her free from her reminiscing and she spins around to the sight of Vincenzo struggling to squeeze through the entrance with several bags in his arms, he never wants to make more than one trip- the overachiever. She nods her head in hello before trudging over to him without closing her laptop, greeting him easily with a peck on the lips freeing a few bags from his hands.

"Did you get my cookies?" She asks again despite the various text messages she had sent reminding him about her sweet treats, he rolls his eyes at her again swinging another bag into her waiting hands.

"Here. When I told you to text me necessities, cookies are not what I had in mind." He flicks her forehead lightly silencing her cry of pain with a follow-up kiss to the spot, she grumbles but stuffs the soft baked chocolate chip cookies into her mouth, cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk hoarding food for the winter.

Smooth as a well-oiled machine they put the groceries away, the sound of cabinets opening and closing the soundtrack for their movements. When everything is correctly put away, she makes her way back over to her laptop only then remembering what she'd been doing.

She stares at the screen contemplating her next move before she feels a familiar heavy weight on her shoulder, his breath is hot on her neck when he speaks, "What are you looking at?" He barely waits for her reply covering her hand on the sleek mouse, scrolling down to read the entire email. She waits anxiously in her seat as he reads the words out loud, obviously she had thought about him when she first received the email but her last experience had made her nervous about asking him to attend.

They hadn't been officially dating for long. They'd been too focused on taking down Babel and the aftermath had left them both with unanswered questions about the nature of their relationship. 

Only this time when she asked him the same question she'd been asking since he crash landed into her life unexpectedly, after everything  was over, he'd looked over at her and said in a small voice "Not if you want me to stay."

She'd been a coward and he had taken her silence as rejection and it had taken a dramatic and honestly cliché airport interruption, complete with her pushing past airport staff and screaming his name crying as they told her that the plane to Malta had already taken off.

She'd returned to her house with red rimmed eyes that widened into huge saucers at the sight of him in front of her house, large suitcase beside him.

Gasping she ran into his arms, as terrified as she'd felt that fateful night so long ago in the underpass. 

"I couldn't go."

He tugged her closer, burrowing his face in her thick hair and breathing harshly his voice was raw and rough like he'd been crying too.

"Because of me?" She asked shock laden in her words and that's when he drew away to stare into her eyes and with a defeated nod he said, "Because of you."

The rest had been history. He came inside with her and he hadn't left since.

"Are you going?"

She stills at the inquiry, head dizzy from the memories racing through her mind.

"What?"

He places a finger on the computer screen, "This reunion. Are you going?"

She feels a small sting in her chest at his words, with a sad smile she starts to shake her head in decline but then he chuckles, "We should go. I'll be your arm candy." He teases wagging his eyebrows in her peripheral.

Oh.

"You want to come with me?" She repeats stunned by his casual offer, this seemed huge for some reason and she could feel her heart pounding erratically in her brittle chest.

He finally straightens up walking off to the kitchen grabbing a cup, pulling the fridge open.

"Yeah I mean unless you have another boyfriend you want to bring with you."

She laughs at his joke but internally her blood sings, she didn't want to get her hopes up but now she can barely contain her happiness.

She can always count him to have her back.

Slamming the laptop shut she circumvents the chair running over to him, he looks at her with a raised eyebrow prying the cup of water from his hands she pulls him down into a grateful kiss. He hums low when she slips her tongue into his lax mouth, this kiss vastly different from the peck she'd greeted him with at the door.

She can taste the caffeine on his tongue, the strong flavor of his favorite espresso swirling around her taste buds, pushing him firmer into the counter she laps at his mouth eager for a deeper exploration. He melts under her touch letting her manhandle him and move his head as she sees fit, his complete surrender makes her hot under the collar.

It's with reluctance that she pulls away from his addicting lips.

She smirks as he sways into her body as if intoxicated.

"Sorry. We have to go soon, it's game night."

It's a weekly tradition at the plaza, tonight they're playing Taboo, it had been announced in the group chat that Mr. Nam had forced them to join. It was chaotic with so many different voices there but it made her feel warm, like they were their own little family.

He groans disappointed but nods slowly, adjusting himself discretely but not enough for her vigilant eyes. She stares at the hardon visible through the thin material of his sweatpants.

"Let's go before you get me any more excited." He grumbles, picking up the snacks he'd purchased for tonight. She smiles triumphantly at his back still in disbelief that she has that kind of power over the great Corn Salad, Vincenzo Cassano.

Game night is a success, filled with laughter and playful arguing. They all work together in pairs and their team loses horribly with her accidentally shouting out all the taboo words every time it's her turn. Mi-Ri and Larry Kang- from the dance studio make a great team using dance moves and inside jokes to solve their words in seconds much to everyone’s shock, they both adamantly deny any change in their relationship at the groups subsequent teasing.

Nobody believes them. 

Just like they hadn’t believed her and Vincenzo. 

They get home at midnight and both collapse before they can finish what they started earlier in the kitchen, but cuddling is great too. He’s always the little spoon. 

The reunion isn't a point of conversation again and she almost forgets about it completely until it's Saturday, the day of the event and she wakes up alone. It's not totally abnormal with him being a morning person but she still groans in annoyance at his disappearance. The bed is so cold without his body letting off heat like a human furnace.

The sun is high in the sky when she finally pulls herself out of bed much later, 12:45pm according to her phone and she sits up with a full body stretch, body popping and cracking.

"Vincenzo? Are you here?" She calls out to the empty house, receiving no reply.

With a sigh she goes to shower and brush her teeth, he should be back soon from wherever he went.

When she finally comes out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam following her she pauses at the package on the bed. A huge white box catches her eye, the gold silken bow striking across the large rectangle. Taking a closer step she runs a finger across the smooth material in wonder.

There's a note and immediately she recognizes the distinctive penmanship.

Open me.

Not needing to be told twice she tugs the bow watching it unraveling before lifting the top of the box, peering inside with glowing eyes.

She lets out a soft gasp at the sight of the piercing white material that is almost perfectly camouflaged in the matching box. She lifts it with awe, watching material unfurl until she can see it clearly. It's a dress made from expensive fabric based on the its luxurious feel in her hands and her eyes widen at the cape that hangs lower than the dress itself.

"He was listening to me."

She remembers her group chat with the ladies from the plaza, sending them different options for her reunion and letting them help to pick it her outfit. She wanted something that would garner attention but that still felt like her, and that's when she'd seen it. The new Alexander Wang collection, all white blazer dress with a cape and button details, it looked like luxury and she knew it had to be hers.

The ladies had all been in agreement sending her thumbs up emojis and demanding that she purchase the stunning dress. She'd quickly added it to her cart but much to her dismay as she'd been entering her card information, that dreaded message popped up at the top of her screen.

This item is no longer available. Sorry, try again. 

Her heart had sunk and despite Miri's computer savvy and Yeon-Jin 's online shopping prowess they had not been able to locate the dress on any other site. It was sold out, everywhere.

Or so she thought.

Wordlessly she slips into the dress and surprisingly it fits like a glove, as if it was tailored just for her but that can't be.

"I'll zip that up for you."

She jumps at the dark voice behind her and then a chill runs up her spine at his fingertips on her bare back. He slides the thick curtain of her hair to the side to zip it up the rest of the way, their eyes meet in the full length mirror across the room.

"You look beautiful." He compliments easily, eyes caressing her body from her head down to her bare toes.

She feels like a goddess under his eyes.

"Where did you get this? It was sold out everywhere." She stares at him in wonder and he smiles at her gaping mouth, "I called in a favor. I knew a designer who owed me a favor." He shrugs as if it's nothing that he knows designers who are connected to the Alexander Wang, she's still not used to his influence.

Wait.

"Do you know Alexander Wang?" She shouts in surprise spinning to stare at him and his easy smile and open hand gesture is enough of an answer.

"I got your measurements from Mr.Tak. I wanted tonight to be perfect for you."

Her nerves have been shot all week, it's true that they haven't discussed the reunion at all but that doesn't mean it hasn't been on a mind even haunting her dreams.

She didn't want to be embarrassed again. She knew that she shouldn't let them get to her, she didn't have to prove herself to anyone but for once she just wanted to make them all eat those condescending words. She wanted to show them that she was the same weird girl from high school but she was even more now, also a successful woman and there was nothing wrong with being both sides of those coins. 

Without her even saying one word he'd been able to detect how important this night was for her.

"Thank you." She breathes tears glistening on her eyes, he wraps both arms around her waist beaming at her in the mirror.

"Don't thank me yet you didn't even see the shoes yet."

Without waiting for her answer he steps away to lift a pair of sparkling shoes from the box, the red soles immediately notifying her of the exorbitant brand.

She gapes at the shoes and then a smirking Vincenzo and then back at the shoes, "Are you crazy? Are those Louboutin's?" She asks the obvious question turning the shoes over to stare at the vibrant scarlet soles. A certain Bronxite’s voice blaring in her head about blood shoes. 

"They did say the theme was luxury. I thought these were just right for you." Squealing like a kid in candy store she sits down on the bed with both shoes in hand, but before she can slip them on he's lowering himself to his knees. The sight is enough to stop her in her tracks, her traitorous imagination running wild at the implications and possibilities. When he takes the shoes from her loose grip she merely watches as he slides the shoes onto her feet, just like the dress they too fit perfectly.

"I feel like Cinderella." She chuckles trying to break the tension and the swell in her chest but his bright smile only makes her chest constrict tighter, she doesn't know if she'll survive tonight.

"Hong Cha-young!" She freezes at the sound of Ae-ram's squealing voice only pausing for a moment before turning with a tense smile.

Here we go.

The woman is flagged by her usual posse and parrots, who are always ready to echo her biting remarks and she gulps down her dirty martini needing some liquid courage.

As if sensing her unease instantly Vincenzo takes the hand that was artistically placed in the pocket of his fitting white dress pants and curls it around her waist, grounding her with the simple touch. She turns to him and he greets her with a calming smile that she can't help but return.

I've got your back. He says with only a slight lift of his lips.

She takes a deep breath.

Ae-ram's smile dims as she gets closer to them, her eyes honed on the hand on her hip and she leans fully into the warm body pressed against her side.

Min-he speaks first, an equally constipated smile on her face, "Who's this? You've never brought anyone before. Is this a work friend?" She almost rolls her eyes at the ridiculous question, as if work friends would be this comfortable with each other. They're already finding excuses, grasping at straws and creating complicated solutions for something that is easy to understand simply because they don’t think she’s worthy of attention. That large hand tightens lightly before a light chuckle reaches her ear, “Vincenzo Cassano, lawyer and the lucky man who gets to call her my mine.” She fidgets in his hold blushing at his bold introduction and watching all eyes widen at them, nobody speaks at first clearly in shock at the revelation. 

“Vinshenzo? What kind of name is that?” Someone harps from the back of the crowd and she feels her hackles rise, yes she might have struggled with the pronunciation of his name at first but it felt petty and intentional right now not an honest mistake like her mispronunciation had been. 

But before she can unleash her anger, another old classmates breaks the tense stalemate.

“Oh you’re the Italian lawyer I heard about on the new, who took down Babel! Great job!” 

She had also helped with that, them being a team but nobody seems to care about that all focusing on Vincenzo, all herding around her Italian like he’s a celebrity and she watches shock as he easily wins them over. 

“Sì, ero io. Il piacere è tutto tuo.” Yes that was me, the pleasure is all yours. 

The group minus Ae-ram and Min-he all oh and ah at his effortless Italian despite having no clue what exactly he just said, she too is clueless at the quickly stated sentence but the mischievous smirk on his handsome face informs her of all that she needs to know, he is mocking them right to their faces. She hides a smile behind her hands, pretending to cough into her fingers. 

Wordlessly, the group separates based on sex-she watches helplessly as Vincenzo is tugged away in a boisterous discussion about the state of Korean football- and she is left alone with those harpies but unlike the other reunions suddenly she is the most interesting woman there, regardless of Ae-ram trying to steal the show with pictures of her new full breed dog. She watches amused as the other woman is pushed aside and she is accosted on both sides, questions firing off like rockets. 

“Where did you meet him?”

“Does he have a brother?”

“When are you getting married? You have to marry him!”

“Does he always smell that good?”

She turns flabbergasted to hear that question coming from Ae-ram’s right hand woman, Min-he and Ae-ram glares at her looking betrayed before she storms off with her professional head shots of her dog. She expects Min-he to trail after the spiteful primadonna but to her shock the other woman moves in closer, joining the firing brigade with their million questions about the handsome Italian. 

They all settle down when the man they are so curious about returns, hand back on her waist like that its resting place. 

Her ears ring from their coos and shrill “awws” but she leans into him nonetheless happy to have him back, already exhausted dealing with these people. 

Then she notes that the tone of the questions suddenly shift as they begin to bombard the Italian Korean all at once. There are....more flirtatious when speaking to him and she feels her blood curl at the unprecedented change. 

“Are all Italians this handsome?” Her eye twitches at the bold inquiry, subconsciously she feels her eyes narrow into slits as she glares at the woman who was brave stupid enough to ask that. The bitch blanches at her sneer but still flutters her eyelashes at Vincenzo waiting for his response, she clears her throat loudly answering for him, “He’s one of a kind and fortunately all mine. “ She can feel the smug bastard preening next to her practically buzzing from her compliment, and she quickly makes their escape, “Please excuse us.” Vincenzo smoothly tips his drinks at the women, “Addio,” he bids farewell in Italian arm still hooked around her waist as she sashays away, Louboutin's clicking on the marble tile floor. 

The scrap of Italian leaves them all in a frenzy, whispering wildly behind them. 

She drags them to the bar, ordering two shots of soju and another dirty martini ignoring his examining stare. 

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” She already knows the answer to her question, it’s written all over him and she tries to stifle the jealousy that wants to rear its  ugly head. 

He looks over at her with a lazy grin, trying to appear innocent. She isn’t fooled for one second. 

“Me? I’m not doing anything. I’m only here for you.” 

She scoffs at him, staring at his annoyingly handsome face and his gleaming white suit he discarded the jacket earlier and his arms have been distracting her all night. 

“You love the attention.” 

He rubs his neck before turning to her fully, leaning on the bar counter. 

“What? Are you jealous of the attention I’m getting? isn’t that why you brought me to make you look good?” 

She wants to deny it and laugh at him, but even now she can hear the voices in the distance all intrigued by the Italian and the bartender’s eyes linger just a minute too long as the smooth Lawyer throws his free shot back in one fluid motion. She should be used to it by now, everyone in a ten mile radius getting a hard on for the Korean Italian. She understands why he gets all this attention, he is gorgeous that was one of the many reasons that she had fallen for him too but sometimes it can be intimidating to be with someone that so many others desire and so obviously too. 

She wonders if she even deserves him. 

Was she enough for him? 

“What’s going on in that pretty little head?” He taps her on her forehead dragging her from her self-deprecation. “Do you know why they’re all so mean to you?” He suddenly asks and she stares at him before shaking her head no. 

Probably because she’s a hot fucking mess. 

“They’re jealous of you.” 

A burst of laughter slips free at this speculation and she watches as his face tightens, “You really don’t know do you?” His voice is liquid fire, smoky and dark like the tendrils from a cigarette. 

“What are you talking about?” She manages to get out despite being lost in his voice. 

“How sexy you are.” He leans over to whisper directly in her heated ears, she moans lightly at his breath on her skin. 

That is hardly ever a word that she has heard used to describe her, Hong Cha-young. 

Clumsy. Forgetful. Selfish. Loud. Demanding. Too Much. 

Those words she had heard all her life but never sexy. She was too strange to be sexy. 

“You’re smart and beautiful and you have a successful career. You aren’t afraid to be yourself and now you have me on your arm. You have everything and they wish they were you, they’re jealous.” He repeats firmer this time, rubbing a large thumb across her bottom lip and grinning down at her with barely contained glee. 

She starts to deny his claim but then she looks behind her and sees nothing but a sea of envy, women and men both looking at them and she notes not all eyes are on Vincenzo a few men seemed lost in the low cut dip of her dress and the miles of naked skin on display. 

She gasps at the hard line that pokes at her bottom when he leans into her back, standing flush her back to his front. She shivers when he leans down to breathily say, “Everyone is watching, why don’t we give them a show?” 

This is not like her, at all. 

She has never been a fan of public displays of affection, even screaming at horny strangers in the past to get a room but she feels all that restraint leave her body at his challenge. Driving her body back into his jutting erection she slowly grinds in perfect rhythm to the song playing over the stereo. 

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She feels seductive as the music curls around her and she lifts her arms to wrap around his neck, bringing him ever closer and pushing back harder delighted at the groan that escapes his lips. He is coiled tightly behind her but he doesn’t move a muscle letting her have complete control over their interaction and she has never felt more powerful. Continuing to sway she leans back when he tightens his grip around her waist, mewling as his nose rubs at her earlobe and letting out a soft gasp when he blows on the tender flesh. 

When she peels her heavy lids open, there are so many hungry and watchful eyes on them. 

Ae-ram looks scandalized and she can see the woman pointing at them but she can’t hear a word that she’s saying the blood in her ears is too loud, drowning out all other sounds. 

It must be the liquor in her veins because seeing all the voyeurs only makes her bolder, before she can second guess herself she spins around much to Vincenzo’s chagrin but she silences him with a finger on his lip. 

“Follow me.” 

He arches a thin eyebrow but eagerly obeys her command when she tugs him in the direction of the bathroom. 

She hears several gasps behind her as she tugs open the door stepping inside, dragging him right behind her the silence is deafening when he closes the door behind them, turning the lock with a metallic snap. 

Her breath comes out in hurried puffs. 

What the fuck am I doing? She asks herself, wondering if this is what people call an out of body experience. 

“We don’t have to do anything. Their imaginations will do the rest.” 

He’s giving her an out. 

Gripping his hands tighter, she pulls him over to the toilet which is thankfully clean using her feet to slam the seat down before pushing down him to sit. He looks up at her with inquisitive eyes, waiting for her next move but lets himself be manhandled the second time this night. 

“Thank you for everything tonight,” she covers his mouth with her hands as she climbs into his lap, whatever words he had on his tongue evaporate when their groins meet. 

“I know I don’t say this enough, but I love you.”  

She has only ever said it once before and he’d been sleeping, they both knew he wasn’t truly asleep but he let her pretend and she appreciated it but there was no way she couldn’t say it now, tonight. He had been her prince charming when she had expected nothing. 

“Are you serious? You say it to me in her-” She pops open his pants button cutting off his stunned response and he stares at her, making her feel hot. 

“Talk later?” She begs and her request is backed by her hand disappearing through the slit in his pants and wrapping around his dick, the hot muscle twitching fiercely in her hold. 

He chokes out word that sounds like a jumbled “yes” and that’s all the consent she needs to stroke him harder, using his precum to glide her hand down from the tip to the base and then back up again, he lets out a punched out groan at her purposeful handling of his imported goods. 

Shifting back marginally, she gives herself more room tugging his pants down further to get a better look at the pretty pink cock, it’s standing at attention and weeping for her and rubs harder twisting in a corkscrew motion on the mushroom head much to his pleasure, he thrusts up into her hand and immediately she lets go. 

“Please,” he whines so prettily and she tsks at him, “Don’t move, you can only take what I give you. You said you were mine right?” 

She doesn’t know what has come over her but seeing all those women and men lusting over her boyfriend makes her want to remind them and him, just who he belongs to. 

She expects him to put up some sort of fight, instead he nods eagerly at her command stilling his hip and she can see the strain in his white knuckled grip on the toilet edge. 

“Good boy.” She praises and notes with stunned satisfaction the way his dick jumps at the praise too, interesting. 

She starts with a light pace, stroking with the barest amount of pressure before she starts to grip him tighter when he groans at the dryness of her hands she leans over to spit on his head, this makes him hiss and fight to stay still in her grip she rewards him with a kiss to his flushed red head. The wet sounds of her hands stroking his hot meat fills the small space of the bathroom and lifting one hand she grabs his tie using it to yank him into a hard kiss, he opens up for her immediately letting her tongue explore his mouth. 

She has never seen this mafia man so docile, it’s like seeing a lion behave like a house cat. 

With a hard suck at his bottom lip, she breaks their kiss leaving them to pant into each other’s mouth harshly. 

She didn’t know how far she actually planned on going but now nothing seems like enough, she needs more. 

Staring deep into his eyes, she stands up releasing her grip on him and he sighs watching her confused before she slides both hands under her dress and slowly pulls down her panties, they are tiny, white and lace, matching her bra and he looks mesmerized as they are pried down her legs. 

“Are you sure?” He’s still checking on her and she smiles at him, stepping out of the panties and cheekily putting them in his pocket, “Give them safe for me,” she doesn’t give him a chance to reply before sinking back down onto him, his dick is hard and thick but she’s so wet that he glides into her like they are two matching pieces of a puzzle.  An erotic puzzle. 

“Fuck!” He shouts when he bottoms out and his cock is completely encased in her tight walls, his voice echoes off the bathroom walls. 

She grabs his tie, making his eyes pop open and she watches amused as he sputters as she stuffs the expensive material into his mouth. 

“You’re being too loud.” She teases remembering all the times he had been the one admonishing her as she screamed beneath him. 

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” He echoes her words from spitting out the tie and she can’t deny it, so instead she rocks forward taking even more of him simultaneously shoving the wet tie back into his mouth listening to his barely muffled grunts. She rises up on the tips of her toes, her red bottoms giving her that extra bit of height, his hard tip popping free with a wet squelch before she slams back down onto him titling her head back and moaning to the ceiling. 

He’s being so good, not moving at all simply letting her fuck down on him and she can tell his control is slipping every time he grips her waist too tightly, painfully. 

She continues to ride him, chasing her own pleasure and whimpering when his blunt head slides across her engorged bead, rocking vigorously up and down as she feels the end drawing near. She tightens her hold on his shoulder, using him as leverage to ride him faster, his thighs tense under the weight of her body and her rapid pace. 

The wet smacks fill the air filthily and she feels dirty, absolutely nasty but instead of shame an intense wave of pride barrels over her. 

“You’re mine.” She whispers out loud to herself but he misinterprets the words and eagerly nods at the statement thinking she wants him to declare that he’s hers, “Yes I am yours, all yours,” and she loses her mind, pistoning herself rapidly on his lap before pleasure surges through her body, starting in her toes and curling up her thighs and she rocks her nipples into his chest through their layers of clothes, she muffles her cry in his throat roughly pulling at the skin there to silence her deafening screams. 

It’s only then that he breaks the rules, reaching up to grab her shoulders and yanking her down to meet his vicious upward thrust and waves and waves of thick streams fill her up until she feels it leaking at the sides. 

There is no sound besides their louds pants. 

Then two loud knocks make them both jump from their wrecked state, his softening length falling from her grip. 

“This is the only bathroom.” A voice calls out disgusted and with a gasp she stands up straightening her dress and running a hand through her hair before realizing that it’s still sticky, great. 

Vincenzo is a puddle on the toilet, legs spread apart and softened dick not yet tugged away, he looks like sin reincarnated and it takes everything not to initiate another round. 

“Come on lover boy,” she tugs him up pulling him up and zipping up his pants, then she moves him over to the sink washing her hands and making him do the same. Their eyes meet in the mirror and that’s when she sees much how debauched they truly look, when he turns to look at the hickey she sucked into his pale skin while trying to be quiet she finally feels the ability to be embarrassed returning. 

it’s huge and red, almost purple, covering the thick column of his throat and he winces when he rubs at it. 

“I’m sorry, I got carried away.” She apologizes but its for naught because he grins at her proudly, “You were just claiming what’s yours.” 

His words light another fire under her skin and it’s only the pounding on the door that stops her from jumping him again. 

When they finally pull the door open, none other than a blanched face Ae-ram is on the other side. The woman looks shocked to see them both standing in front of her and the gears begin to slowly turn and a bright blush rushes up her unnaturally high cheekbones while color evacuates the rest of her face. 

“Are you serious?!” 

She doesn’t stay to hear the rest of the woman’s snide remark, all eyes are on them as she walks over to the bar to grab her discarded purse and Vincenzo’s jacket, the bartender winks knowingly at them looking equal parts aroused and jealous and she chortles, winking back. 

He hands them two shots, “It’s on the house,” he looks them up and down languidly licking his lips and she slams back the bitter liquid before turning to Vincenzo, his lips are shiny and now wet under the bright lights. 

“Let’s get out of here.” She slams the shot glass on the counter, pulling him out the door. 

He hastily swallows his drink, letting her tug him out the door into the cool night air. 

“You didn’t let me answer you before, but me too.” 

She looks at him from the corner of her eye, the wind causing her to sober up and it takes a minute to understand what he’s talking about. She shifts awkwardly when she ultimately realizes nodding while looking away, their cab is three minutes away. 

“I love you too, Hong Cha- young.” 

As if she didn’t already know. It was too obvious after tonight. 

[voltagesmutter]

Mammon x Shove

Pairing: Mammon x Shove (F).

Fandom: Obey Me. Description: Shove enters the club, only she never expected to leave with a devilishly handsome, white-haired male.

Warning: Clubbing atmosphere, OC and Mammon first meeting, drinking/alcohol, lusting, reference to smoking, fingering, male oral, rough sex, spanking, hair-pulling, dirty talk, slight degrading talk, unprotected sex, demon sex, mammon with a tail. Dedicated to the most wonderful @theshove​​

“So your place or mine,” The question sent a buzz of electricity down her spine. Sharp teeth catching the cusp of her earlobe before releasing it after a pinch, the soothing of his tongue lapping over it and tracing the shell of her ear before pulling back. 

I’m not one to do this, she told herself. But who was she to resist him. How could she resist him? Turning away the glow of his tanned skin where white hair illuminated by the moonlight highlighted his devilishly handsome features. To reject the six- no wait was that an eight pack? pressing up against her. Her handsome stranger bound only in black leather pants which hung dangerously loosely off his waist, the chiselled lines of his v lines, running down from his torso, giving a teasing peak to the beast that was packed beneath leather. Shirtless with an open leather jacket with only a gold chain around his chest connected to two golden nipple rings, with a smug grin on his face.

She’d felt his gaze on her all night, everywhere she went a pair of golden orbs tinted with blue followed her. A smirk shared across the room as they danced separately with their groups, her with her girls and him with a stray array of men. Brothers perhaps? The boy continuing to catch her eye was far from the smallest, but also far from the tallest, but definitely the most handsome. 

As the night went on, so did their lusting gazes, turning from playful stares into teasing actions. He started first, throwing a wink to her as he lets his hip roll and sway to the beat of the music. Her response was rolling her hips back, playfully grinding against one of her girlfriends, seduction held in each tight roll. Their game continued as the heat of the room rose, the thumping of the music pounding in their ears and electricity between their heated gazes shook them to both to the core. Her last move broke the boy, a friend buying her a drink which had a lollipop attached to the rim. Keeping eye contact, he watched the flesh of her tongue swirl around the sticky candy before puckered lips pulled it into the cavern of her wet mouth. He would have given anything, all the grimm in the world, even his own brothers, just to be that damned sweet.

Her beauty struck stranger finally made the first move, striding towards her with his hands in his pockets, a walk of confidence - which was true, most men wanted to be him and most women wanted to be with him. But he only had eyes for the woman he’d be focused on all night. 

“Seen ya standing there all alone, thought I’d come and stand with ya. No need to thank me, not like a like ya or nothin,” A raise of his eyebrow as he came close to her. Her friends had already left, leaving her standing alone. But she had no intention of leaving, not just yet. “Maybe I can get ya a drink whilst ya wait for ya friends,”.

“They left, it’s just me now.. but a drink sounds pretty good, will your friends be okay?” She asked but the glance over his shoulder to see the group he was with dancing and laughing, she was sure they hadn’t even noticed he’d left.

“Nah, they’re good,”.

She beamed brightly at the man beside her, letting him lead her away to the bar outside. It was less crowded there, giving them a better chance to talk without more strangers getting in the way and barging into them. He ordered a whisky on the rocks for himself, letting her pick whatever she wanted off the menu whilst flashing his golden card, a wink and click of his tongue said everything he needed too.

“You know what will look between them lips,” Holding out a straw as he placed it into her drink, guiding her to an empty table behind the bar. The outside was silent apart from them two.

“Hmm, the straw?” Bringing the round plastic to her mouth, pouting purposefully as she drew up the liquid of her cocktail.

“My cock,” He grinned, flashing the white of his teeth as his eyebrows rose and down a few times. If he wasn’t so damn sexy when he said it, Shove would have laughed, but the way he came off so calm, cool, collected and just intensely alluring. Normally if a guy said that she would have told him to stick it, throwing her drink and turning on her heel. But him. There was something about him, he didn’t seem like a misogynistic jerk, that even though on the outside there was this hard shell just oozing with sex there something deeper, mysterious and intriguing about him. And she was lusting to find out what it was. 

“Maybe, just maybe,” Leaning in, placing her drink on the table, her lips only a few inches away from hers. Bringing an index finger to run across his lower lip, collecting the small drops of liquor that lingered before bringing it to her lips and sucking her finger clean in a low, suggestive way. Pulling the finger away with a lewd, wet pop and slapping her lips together in a ‘o’. His eyes focused, a deep growl coming from his throat, mesmerised by her actions. 

How long they sat outside was unknown, an almost spell cast upon them as they conversed. Him introducing himself as ‘The Great Mammon’. 

“I’m a demon, ya know,” He teased. An eye roll was how she responded, “Yeah, yeah, a beast in bed”, playing off his words for a simple pick up line.

If only she knew the truth…

The tension grew, lingering thick between them until finally, simmering like an over boiled pot that had reached boiling point. It snapped. Mammon’s mouth on hers, her fingers buried in his hair to pull him closer as he pushed up her against the stone wall behind them. Slow kisses rising with passion, lips parting in opened mouth movements as time passed by without care as their tongues twisted against each other. Never had anyone kissed her with such need, such darkness, such rawity. The taste of whisky mixed with tobacco was strong in her mouth, previous smokes he’d had throughout the night leaving a devilishly addictive taste in her mouth.

A palm held flat on her waist whilst the other reached to grab her knee, hoisting up her leg to hold it against his waist, allowing him to close the space between them. A subtle grind to the faint rhythm from inside, neither caring where they were as they lost themselves in each other. 

“Mammon” Unable to stop the moan, leaving her as his mouth pressed to her jaw, moving to the crook of her neck.

He went to respond, a buck of his hips against her sent a gasping, slightly jaw slacked to feel a bulge- a pretty monstrous bulge rutting against her. But another voice spoke first.

“Mammon?” A deep voice called out, followed by several whispers. The group he attended with, looking outside for him. Luckily the bar they were behind kept them from view. “I can sense you're out here, we’re departing in five”. 

“Damn it Lucifer,” Mammon growled, a shiver dancing across her spine to feel a fang running across the pulse of her neck, “Fuckin cockblock,”. 

“I- You don’t… I mean you don’t have to go just yet do you?” She questioned, biting her bottom lip as her hands fell down to toy with the bottom of his jacket. The need was clear between them, that this was something they both wanted. And she’d be damned to let this opportunity be wasted. 

It was decided to go back to hers, Shove feeling uncomfortable at the thought of going home with several strangers. At least going back to hers, there would be only Mammon and her. And the bonus of if things went south, she was home and safe, no travelling across the city alone at night. 

The ride home was little more than a blur of reality, the flashing lights of the city rushing by as lips found each other the whole way back. Hands groped, moans murmured into mouths and an eye roll from the Uber as he grunted, turning up the radio to drown out their sounds. Both drunk off alcohol and their chemistry for each other. 

A cough pulled them apart, Mammon throwing a ten, maybe a hundred at the driver- he didn’t know and he didn’t care. All he wanted was to get inside of her with her.

Her front door had barely shut when he pressed up against it, hands flat behind side her head, caging her in. Hunger, lust, almost demonic in his eyes as his tongue steadily licked over his lip. 

“Are ya sure you want this?” Leaning in close, but refusing to touch her until he had full consent. 

“God yes,” Catching him off guard with a kiss to his lips, letting her tongue mimic where his own had just licked. He needed nothing more to spur him on, holding her waist as he hoisted her up into the air, standing between legs around his waist as he pushed her further into the wall. 

Teeth harshly nipped down her neck, leaving a trail of red and purple- a visible reminder for weeks to come of her night with him. A deep hum of approval as a large palm pushed up the short material of her skirt, skin pressing against skin until he met the apex of her thighs followed by a swipe of a long digit against the silk of her underwear. 

“Ya already wet baby,” Pulling back with a smirk, the same finger dancing over the material to feel the pool of wetness against her core.

“And your already hard” A raise of her eyebrows and a small roll of her hips to press against the confidents already straining against his pants causing a low groan to fall from him. 

“How attached to these are you?” Moving back up the silk to hold the small waistband of her underwear to curl them over his fingers.

“Not very why-“ Her response cut short, the rip of fabric making her eyes widen. Silk now curled up in a ball in a fist, stuffed quickly into his pocket. Exposing the heated flesh between her thighs. “Fuck ya smell so good,” He groaned with a deep inhale, pupils blown wide to see the glistening of her cunt on full display from her legs spread open around him. “Just wanna fuck ya now,” His hips rutting against her, wetness that seeped from her now leaving a trail against the leather of his trousers. 

“Do it!” She mewled with a gasp, a thick digit prodding against her entrance to coax itself in her arousal before running up the silk of her folders to circle tightly over her clit. 

“Gotta prepare you first baby,” He tutted with a wink, moving back to his artwork of love bites and placing more upon her skin. His free hand worked quickly to tug down the front of her dress, discarding her bra in the same manner of her panties making her wetter by the second. Small hands fisted to the back of his white hair, tugging at the frustration of his fingers teasing her and just as she was about to beg. Two wide fingers pushed into her sopping core- a delightful stretch at that her eyes roll automatically to the back of her head and a low draw of moan filled the room. His fingers worked quickly inside her, the feeling of his mouth of her breasts heat throughout her body and spread quickly into a tight pool across her stomach. Unable to stop the noises from her mouth as her back arched her breasts further into his greedy mouth, any thought of neighbours or people passing by outside was wiped from her mind- all she could do right now was focus on the beast of a man bringing her to the highest depths of pleasure with his fingers alone. 

“M-mammon!” Hips bucking against his touch as the palm of his hand pressed against her clit. A raspy chuckle pulled him away from her, shiny white teeth tugging the pert of her nipple before releasing it with a wet pop. The clench of her walls over his fingers was enough to portray the words she couldn’t find.

"What's this... Already there?" Mammon mocked, a grin on his lips full of confidence and all too smug, "I can feel how you're clenching around me... Such a dirty girl.” Only spurring on her arousal further. A third finger added and the harsher grind of his palm was all she needed to push her over the edge. Her moans muffled by his mouth over hers. And she slowly came back down from her high, in  the dim glow of the room, her eyes slowly fluttering open to see the reflection in the mirror on the wall facing her. Her lipstick smudged and hair askew, dress pulled down and bunched up around her waist, fingertips grasping at crystal white hair, marks trailing down her neck and over the wet trail of her breasts and was when she saw it. Two thin spiked horns a top of his crown, jet black wings like a bat laced with white detail, glowing white tribal marks upon his tanned skin and a long tail in the same shape of the horns tipped with a thin curve at the end. He really was a demon. The sight alone was enough to make her pussy clench once over his fingers, a deep groan followed by a smirk came from Mammon knowing his transformation was just as arousing to her as it was him.

-

“That’s it baby, put them pretty lips to work,” Glowing eyes staring down with a smug grin. The wet suck of her mouth over his inhuman sized cock was drowned out by the growl that filled the room. The only article of clothing remaining on the two of them was his golden nipple chain, everything else tossed across the house as they stumbled to reach her bedroom. “Yeah, that’s it. Such a good human,”. His hands framing her hair off her head, bunching it into a ponytail before wrapping it around his wrist. Guiding her movements until he bottomed out and began thrusting into her mouth. Reviling in the way she choked and gagged around him. The constriction of her throat each time he pushed further, eyes ablaze to watch the sight of her so weak and desperate on her knees with his cock shoved deep down her throat. “Shit ya give the best damn head,” His head thrown back, the fistful full of hair tightened as he thrusted harsh against her, sending his cock harshly down her throat leaving her slightly lightheaded as her hands gripped tightly to the side of his thighs to keep her upright. 

“Tongue out,” He commanded, slightly breathless, tugging her sharply off of him with the hair in her hair. His other hand wrapping around himself and with a few quick tugs, hot white spurted across her tongue, lips and jaw. Marking her in thick trails of his seed, abstract lines painting her skin in a resemblance of the markings of his own skin. 

Watching her whilst her tongue poked out to swipe over her lips, her fingers collecting his plentiful release to pop them into her mouth and sucking them clean before open her mouth wide. A silent gesture of more. A gesture that made his cock instantly re-harden.

-

She begged. Oh how she begged. And how Mammon felt powerful for the tiny human begging so needingful to be fucked by him. For his fat cock to stretch her, to pound her, to fill her with everything he had. -And that was what he did.

“What do you want baby?” Stroking his cock in his hand, saliva dribbling down her chin as she looked up. With her eyes heavily lidded, her cheeks flushed, she already looked ruined. And with her eyes dead set in a gaze on his, “I want you to fuck me, fuck me raw Mammon.. make me yours”. 

“Did I say you could cum?” His question was followed by a sharp slap, the palm of his hand coming down onto her rear. A blow that made her fingers curl, digging into her palms, her moans vibrating against the pillow in a muffled attempt to keep quiet. - A failed attempt to say the least. “Well did I?” His hand coming down again, her back arching to press her hips tighter against him, sending him deeper inside her. 

“N-no,” She whimpered, her body riding down her another high, losing count of how many times Mammon had brought her to climax. 

“Such a filthy slut,” Hissing at the way she tightened from sensitivity. He had her on her hands knees, taking her from behind with her chest and face pressed down against the mattress, her hands resting on her lower back and pinned down by one of his large palms. His pace was punishing, his thrusts so powerful the headboard creaked and left marks of where it shunted against the wall. Bodies slick with arousal and sweat, her thighs were drenched with her previous releases, the squelch of wetness filling the room every time he pulled back to be followed the strong slap of skin when he thrusted back in. Harder and deeper each time. 

“Fuckin’ look at this perfect little pussy, so wet and tight,” Palm soothing over the reddened skin of her behind before leaning of her sloped down spine, keeping his hand to fist her hair again and pull her up by it. His teeth catching on her ear, witnessing the tears rolling down her cheeks, the face of someone who had been fucked to the point they could no longer form words. “And it’s all mine,”. His words and actions being her to yet another release. The back of her thighs aching as they trembled, quick breathes in gasping moans fell from her mouth as it hung open in a ‘o’, eyes screwed tightly shut letting the intense fire in the pool of her stomach drop. Spreading bliss across every nerve in her body, muscles inside and out spasming, her cunt clenching and her hips bucking as she came. Pressure released from her, squirting was never something she had done before but as Mammon continued to drill her like it was his last day on earth, it happened. Essence spreading all down the front of his thighs, his lower stomach soaked as he saw red. The epitome of pride swelling inside him, all of his winnings in his lifetime compared to nothing at this moment, how she was screaming his name into the sheets whilst her body rocked violently against his. 

“Shh,” He cooed softly, “Yeah that’s it baby, let go. Let everyone know just how good the great mammon is fucking ya,”. His grip on her wrists tightened, piercing the skin slightly causing her to tighten ever more from the pleasurable pain.

As he chased his own release, he pulled out, flipping her over whilst she panted down her high. Too dazed to realise the position change until she felt her body being bent in half. Her legs thrown over his shoulders as he pressed down to kiss her, his lips hit against her as he pounded her into the mattress. Hands gripping her ankles to keep her legs spread wide 

Tears pooled as her head rolled to the side, tongue lolling out slightly as her body shook. Her body overly sensitive, letting the strong waves of pleasure wreck through her. Her throat sore from the screams of her moans, the only noise leaving her now was choked gasps and incoherence pleas of his name. Mammon had fucked her until his name was the only thing she could think, fucked her until he was the only thing could imagine and fucked her until he was the only thing she could feel for days to come.

And as his climax came, he pulled out. Kneeling up, fingers curled around one ankle as the other wrapped around his cock, jerking quickly as he came intensely over her stomach. His wings shuddered along with his body, creating a strong breeze in the air as they pulsed quickly. His tail which had been toying with her clit for the most of the night wrapped quickly around one of her thighs, squeezing as he came undone. Marking her skin once more with his release, searing hot-white shooting across her torso and coating her. The groan that left him made the bed rock, his brothers now back in Devildom would have been able to hear his growl if they listened closely enough. As his movements came to a slow stop, the grip on her ankle slowly loosing, he leaned back down to kiss her softly. The tenderness of the kiss made them both relax into each other, her arms wrapping around his shoulder to pull him closer to her. Her fingers brushing gently downwards to tease and finally feel the leather-like skin of his wings causing a low, drawn out groan against her lips. Legs falling to the side of his body as he rested his weight atop of her, roughness now replaced with passion. 

“I hope your not worn out just yet…” He whispered, pulling back just enough to gaze down on her. Fanning the hair stuck to her forehead away. His newly forming erection pressed against her thigh and a sense of need taking back over them. 

Only this time it wouldn’t be mindlessly fucking, it would be time-slowing movements, savouring the touch of each other. Lasting from the early hours of the morning until the sun rose and their bodies had reached their limit. The Great Mammon showing the tiny human, the true power of a demon.

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[sweetindigosky]

The Survey Corps. at a Party

Yee yee, I’ve seen a lot of Tiktoks like this, but I’m too chicken to make my own, so I’m throwing it on here. Hope you like!

Eren: vibing. Having a good time, jamming out to bops, absolutely kills the dance floor whenever a Nicki Minaj song comes on; he’s totally a Barb, admit it. Doesn’t drink a ton, but enough to get decently tipsy. He’ll try to flirt with girls, but Mikasa’s glare scares them all away. Will encourage drinking games and karaoke. I headcanon that he actually doesn’t have a bad voice, so everyone is pleasantly surprised when they hear him.

Armin: He is just chillin.  He looks after everyones’ drinks and is definitely the designated driver, though I wouldn’t be surprised if he got pressured into getting zooted with Connie and Jean. He tries to talk down Eren and Jean before they get to fighting, as usual, but halfway through the night, he just gives up. Armin probably tries to encourage Mikasa to dance, but she ain’t havin none of that. Way too afraid to participate in karaoke, even though he has a great singing voice.

Mikasa: Spends most of her time watching Eren and watching his drink when he puts it down. Actually gets pretty tipsy rather easily, but is a master at hiding it. Armin will probably drag her into party games...which she promptly wins and everyone thinks she’s cheating. Will also look after the other girls drinks, but super subtly; would be ready to break an arm if she saw some bullshit. Also ready to break necks if she feels too many people are flirting with Eren, one death glare from her is enough to sufficiently cockblock them. 

Sasha: Let’s be honest, probably only came for the food. She will vibe with Connie and Jean, making stupid jokes and messing around. Does those Tiktok dance routines unironically with Connie and Jean probably records it. She definitely is a stoner, gets zooted with Connie, which, of course, leads to munchies and more food being devoured. Sasha probably makes song requests and won’t stop until that song is played( the song is probably the Cupid shuffle lol). 

Connie: Again, hangs out with Sasha and Jean the whole time. Connie is just an absolute hype beast, destroying the dance floor for every song. Let’s be real, he put half of the songs on the playlist and gets pouty when no one goes crazy for them. He’s the party plug, no doubt, he bought the gas about an hour before the party. He can’t roll for shit though, so Jean always brings the rolling papers. His favorite songs are the group dances( Wobble, etc.) and he drags as many people in as he can.

Jean: He is definitely flirting with all the girls, especially Mikasa, even though she’s clearly not interested. After she “accidently” spilled a drink on him, he moves on. Jean is probably the dj, he thinks his music taste is the best, even though he’ll take requests to keep everyone happy. He brings the drinks too, mainly the alcoholic ones. He’s also probably recording every moment, uploading constantly to Snapchat. 

Reiner: Being low-key kinda weird. Stands on the wall with his drink, just swaying and bopping a bit. Sometimes weirdly stands watching girls dance while sipping his drink. Slowly munches on food while he disassociates. Berthold is right behind him the whole time

Berthold: Nervously looking around the whole time. Once he gets a few drinks in, he starts to relax a bit, dancing a bit more but almost always retreats to the back of the room. He’s the type of person to try to clean up after people before the party even ends; just picking up random cups and abandoned plates. He’ll see people using drugs and be like, “maybe you shouldn’t be doing that?” Probably leaves early cuz his anxiety gets to him.

Ymir: Literally watching Historia the whole time. Will fight anyone who looks too long or tries to dance too close to her. Holds Historia’s drink while Historia throws it back on her lol.

Historia: Just vibing and having a good time. Drinks but can’t hold her liquor, so she ends up vomiting over a toilet with Ymir holding her hair back and rubbing her back. Interacts and dances with everyone, despite Ymir trying to chase them off. Her favs are probably Taylor Swift and Ariana Grande, so she’s always on the dancefloor when their songs come up.

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

Tickle My Pickle (Bi!Tj Hammond x You)

Characters: NSFW. Needy!Bi!TJ Hammond x You

Summary: You were in the midst of reviewing for your exams and Tj barged into your home with a need to tickle his pickle. But, then you asked where his pickle was and everything turned upside down. Including you. ;)

Warning: A LOT of sexual references. Tj being one needy hottie. Tj being pranked by his friends with some certain type of drug. Wink wink nudge nudge. No smut yet, but words are straight to the point in this one. 

Words: 1,371 words. Short. I know. Heehee. I plan to cockblock y’all.

A/N: IF YOU’RE NOT 18+ PLEASE LOOK AWAY SMOL TATER TOT.  

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Disclaimer: GIF'S and PNG'S aren't mine, however the whole one shot and edits are rightfully mine to begin with.

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"God, I need to tickle my pickle,"

 Tj Hammond blurted out loud as he deeply let out a sigh. Exclaiming his exasperation at everything happening around the world.

The handsome baby boy was slouched opposite of you. Top part of his body was unclad; wearing nothing but a pair of black, tight, ripped jeans. He sat with his back lazily behind the couch and at the same time, Thomas was fiddling with the pendant dangling around his neck. The silver, stainless object being one lucky charm at having the moment of its life by getting the opportunity to lay on Tj's lean, protuberant chest that you've loved to caress.

You've audibly huffed. Eyes solely on the annoying pendant that Tj has been fiddling since the moment he got there. Thus, you got no other choice but to sit in front of the cute, white, table with legs crossed while you tried to get a full on review for your test tomorrow.

You've lifted your head prior to nose diving on your notebook. A questionable gaze falling back towards your huffing baby boy who had his Crimson lips in a cute pout. There was a small smile urging your face to contort, "Your what? Tickle your what now?"

The latter huffed another audible sigh, grumbles left his lips as he shook his right leg up and down in an anxious manner or rather in a sense that he was having filthy thoughts inside his head that looked like he was riling himself up. You knew him and his ways, even knew his minimal gestures and your boyfriend seemed to be in a thirsty state that only you could satiate.

"My pickle," Tj grumbled with a tight crease of his perfectly shaped brows, voice turning gravel-like and a lot more frustrated as his leg swung faster like he was nervous or something.

"Where's your pickle? What pickle?"

Thomas didn't know what to do at that response and it just urged him to chuckle so lowly that your response made him thwart even more. He tightly bit his lip and unconsciously spread his legs apart. Manspreading at it's finest and it made you snap your eyes towards the center of him where a bulge began to tent since the moment he arrived. Nape languidly falling on the back of the couch as he momentarily closed his beautiful baby blues with a leg still swinging up and down like he was trying hard not to take off his clothes for you.

You've inspected his actions, the way he was swinging his leg up to the part where he had a prominent bulge wanting to come out of his pants. Did he seriously just took something to make himself suffer?

Your stressed out baby boy sighed a deep one, unconsciously smoothing his hand down his clothed thighs with his damp hands, his thumbs giving a swipe on the apex of his thighs before closing and manspreading his legs apart. "--And the most dumbest woman goes to...drumrolls please," Tj uttered out loud with emphasis, hands clapping together like an idiot which made you give him the stink eye, "Y/N Y/L/N!"

Now that the notebook was forgotten. A point was ticked for a man who had a mission and you noticed him grin with his eyes closed. You turned your book shut and frustratingly inquired, "What? I don't even--whatever, Hammond,"

With your hands behind your back, you've scanned your troubled baby boy. He was now sitting up right, head lifted off the couch and his set of pretty baby blues focusing on you. He licked his lips and eyed your over sized shirt. Taut nipples could be seen and he knew you were beginning to be distracted; to be turned on.

You boyfriend managed to drop a hand in the middle of his clothed thighs, thumbs softly caressing the fly that was bound to be opened. He subtly groaned to himself and just wanted to have his release since the moment he'd been on Tone's party, the latter couldn't stay put. Especially when he had received a drink from the birthday boy himself. He didn't forget to leave a loud cuss back in Tone's home because a little while later after he'd taken his drink, Tj began to sweat and feel so hot. The type of hot that he needed to quench and he didn't need those male model or women who was invited to relieve the itch he'd been feeling. That was Tone's mission, but his was different. His friend probably didn't even know that his relationship with you was actually serious. In Tone's perspective, how will it even be serious when he's a thirty year old man and you're a college student who managed to run into him in the supermarket where he had first seen Sean.

Tone has been telling him not to be serious in this relationship he had with you because what if history repeats itself and Tj unfortunately had his heart up his sleeves again?

It's like the memories brought back memories because what happened back when he saw Sean, eventually happened when he ran into you. He was scared at first because his first thoughts was that maybe it'll be a repeat of the disaster he'd had, but once he began to feel the happiness you always bring, those negative thoughts slowly went away. Slowly but surely.

"Did you just take some Viagra or something because you look bothered?"

The tone in your voice was a complete cringe. You were straight out staring at his straining bulge that seemed to stress out of its confinement, eyes squinted at the tent raging inside his pants. You reluctantly stood on your feet, planning to see if the bulge was even real. But, the truth is you just wanted to touch him.

It's been days since he hadn't visited you. Especially that you were having your exam week and you've restricted him to visit you in the midst of your review because god knows how he was a complete, utter distraction for you.

Says the feet that unconsciously went to where he sat.

Your question has been ignored by the latter, Tj didn't know how to tell you that he was pranked by one of his closest friends. Offering him a drink but actually had Viagra inside of the liquor. He couldn't help but groan at how stupid he was for not noticing his friend's grins when they offered it to him. Now, he was left all hot and bothered. Too hot and too bothered. "You are seriously the most ignorant little thing," he gravelly spoke as a matter of fact. Teeth subtly biting his lower lip as his mind simply went downwards. He could just imagine you licking his balls for all he care.

Damn, yes. He wanted you to lick his balls with all your might.

He groaned out loud and whined like a baby who haven't been giving the candy he'd been asking, "Are you even my girlfriend? Think I need to find a boyfriend too so he could tickle my pickle? Get it?" a chuckle left his lips and it grew an invisible blush on your face once you've realized what

"Oh," you wanted to smack yourself on the head for being stupid, "Oooooh, you meant--"

Your Tj nodded a huge one. Humming as he does so and his pretty baby blues met yours in a longing and devouring state, his face contorting into a grin as he languidly got his back off the couch, leaning closer and grabbing a hold of your hand. Beautiful pair of eyes gazing back up, completely naive from the salacious proposal of giving himself to you. His thumbs slowly caressed your burning knuckles, both of your bodies hot for the itch that was bound to be scratched. He languidly maneuvered your knuckles to where his lips rested, tenderly giving it a kiss. The provocativeness of drawing his kisses till the tops of your wrist created a ball of knotted butterflies in the pits of your stomach as you noticed Tj's pupils dilate in a manner that could get you kneeling before him in a hot second.

"Yeah, I meant I wanted to master bate, get my cock sucked or maybe if I’m lucky enough, you’ll let my pickle inside that exceptionally tight jar of yours, Love."

RAW AND UNEDITED. NAUGHTY, NAUGHTY TJ. TSK. 

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[destiel-love-forever]

15x07 Thoughts

This is the first episode I haven’t felt like curling up and sobbing after, so that’s something... right? 

Here are the things I liked (& my feelings didn’t mind):

The friend telling her drunk/puking friend “Purge your sins, then we’ll get ya home” - does anyone else think Sam has said this to Dean more than once in this situation? Because I could almost hear Sammy’s voice.

Sam & Eileen EVERYTHING

Cooking and being all domestic together; giggling in the kitchen when Dean walks in

Being hungover together - Eileen convincing Sam to make REAL bacon, and Sam being all smiley and giddy. He needed this <3 It’s so nice to see him smile and be happy. Yeeeeees. 

“Put the sock on the door” & Sammy looking flustered but not correcting Dean (; 

Sam & Eileen getting all excited about Dean leaving because it’s ‘progress.’ They’re like two mother hens worried about their grumpy little Dean. 

SO MUCH SEXUAL TENSION DURING RESEARCH

Cockblock Cas (payback, Sammy). 

Eileen telling Cas she “got better” after dying. 

Badass/angry Eileen choking out the douchebag

The cop’s accent, outlook on life, belief that “I coulda been the next Denzel” && most importantly, him telling Dean to try show business because “you’ve got the look.”  -- wait, what is this, a man flirting with Dean again? What a surprise. 

“There may be some of you inside Chuck” Cas says, & Eileen’s face as she says “Ewww.” 

Cas “probing” Sam

Cas’ eye roll & then long dramatic sigh when he’s listening to Dean’s voicemail. Then the slight hesitation before leaving his message. & the growled “where are you?” is just... yeeeees. 

BADASS MF CAS IS BACK 

“I will find you and burn you alive.”

Going fricken darkside and acting like the mafia, using Bobby to track the man’s niece and being prepared to kill her instantly if necessary. 

“I like this you, Castiel. It’s very... Russian.” YEEEEES. 

Dean getting to see his old friend - smiling & laughing & being fucking happy for once. 

Dean singing - & that cute little awkward tap to the mic before he does so. Just gaaaaaaah him singing <3

“Roadhouse Rules”

Dean Winchester getting all protective against rapist assholes is my kink 

Dean finding the shotgun - “God bless Texas”

DEAN & CAS ACTUALLY SAW EACH OTHER!!! I THOUGHT THEY WEREN’T GOING TO INTERACT BUT THEY DID. YEEEEEES. 

That casual “hey” and Cas’ relieved “Dean.”

Cas barely able to look at him. 

That deep breath Dean takes in. So happy. Grounded. Relieved. Finally finally Cas is back. Cas is home. 

Cas practically running out of the room, and Dean being disappointed. 

**** also, side note: they talk about how Sammy is doing in this scene just like this did right before the break-up, which is a great circle back since this is (sort of) their reconciliation. 

“I THINK WE CAN BEAT GOD”

&& who does Dean look at right away??? Who folks? Yup. Cas! 

Here are things I liked (but hit me right in the feels…):

Pretty much ALL Dean - especially most of his time with Lee. 

I mean... right at the start there... that’s a lot of beer and empty liquor bottles in Dean’s room. He’s drinking way too much...

Dean turning down BACON - & after a comment where Sam said “look who’s alive” & Dean had mumbled “mostly.”

Lee’s sad voice/look as he asks, “You’re still huntin’, huh?”

Their reminiscing about John/Talk about life

The two of them (Dean & Lee) wasted on a hunt together & getting in trouble

His concern when he hears that John died hunting - his face & voice, the way he looks at Dean like he’s practically picturing Dean meeting the same fate - “That’s usually how this ends, innit?” 

Dean asking Lee if he regrets leaving. When he says not at all, Dean’s distant look... his wheels are turning SO MUCH during this whole time he spends with Lee. So much possibility. You know this boy secretly just wants to be DONE. He wants what Sam and Eileen had that morning. He wants domestic, safe, happy. 

“There’s nothing you can’t have man” & Dean’s forced smile and laugh, “Oh come on, who’s gonna kill the bad guys?” & Lee being COMPLETELY serious when he says, “Somebody else.”

Talking about John’s music when they were young. 

The fact that Cas almost IMMEDIATELY asks “Where’s Dean?” when he gets to the bunker </3

Dean looking ready to cry in the basement, && the way he flinches when Lee touches him. He’s pissed, yes, but it’s drowning in so much sadness and betrayal. He’s just broken at this point. So broken... I hate it. 

“Why do you care so much, Dean?” - “Because someone has to.”

Lee telling Dean “it’s okay.” Saying he’s glad it was Dean to kill him. God damn. My heart... poor Dean... jeez. First he has to kill that kid on his knees, & now his old friend he cares a lot about telling him it’s okay too. Just. GAH. 

Things I hated:

That stupid girl at the stupid bar with the stupid smile and the stupid flirting and the stupid HAND TOUCHING DEAN’S ASS!

Thoughts I have on Lee/Dean:

Am I the only one who thinks Dean slept with this guy before? Because... I think he’s slept with him before. Like, if we’re going with the canon where Dean has been acting on his bisexuality all this time and just hid it, then I totally think Dean slept with this man before. When they were young. Maybe he was Dean’s first time with a guy? 

That look when they first see each other lasts a little too long before they go off together. 

Lee always touching him

“They were not twins, they were triplets, and we split them up fair and square” - OH YEAH I BET YA DID. 

Him calling Dean out - “You can’t just sit around lip singing Eye of the Tiger while no one’s watching” which indicates that LEE was watching back then. He was watching everything (;

ALSO: Am I the only one getting vibes of Lee being a dominant??? Maybe Dean’s first dominant? Because I can just see little submissive teen aged Dean trying so damn hard in his daddy’s jacket to be this badass, tough guy, and Lee coming along and stripping him down (in more ways than one). 

Him calling Dean ‘my boy’

That twinkle in his eyes as he takes Dean in, appraising him just like a dom would. 

Calling Dean ‘boy’ AGAIN: “Come on, boy.” 

&& no, this isn’t like how John would sometimes call him that, because Lee isn’t John’s age, it’s clear he’s Dean’s age. Just from their reminiscing alone, you can tell they were kids (young adults) & John was the ‘grown up.’ 

AND I’M SORRY BUT HE SPANKS DEAN ON THE STAGE. SPANKS HIM!!! AND DEAN GETS SO DAMN FLUSTERED. LIKE... HEY THERE. WOAH. OKAY. YEAH. I HAVE A BOYFRIEND, SIR, BUT YEAH... I SEE YOU. OKAY. YOU AIN’T MY DOM ANYMORE, BUT I SEE YOU. 

*** CODA coming soon!!! ***

[daddychims]

Offside pt 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Series Masterlist!

Genre: Smut, Soccer AU, College AU

Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader

Word Count: 2k

Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!

You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.

Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!

"You should have told me earlier," Jiwoo whined, fixing her lipstick in the mirror of your car, "I would have worn a full face before work today."

"Its not my fault I'm not one of the cool kids. I didn't even know about this until Hoseok told me," You reply navigating your way to Jungkook's house "They wanna drink their face into another dimension before the games and they invited me last minute. You know I dont go to these places on my own so do me a favour yeah?"

"Fine," Jiwoo rolls her eyes at you, pupils dilating as you pull the car over and she eyes the Jeon's villa "they must loaded."

"Who?" you ask absentmindedly, quickly replying Hoseok's text that you are outside the house with his sister

"Jeon's family," Jiwoo replies looking back at you with excited tone "I mean none of us can afford this big of a house in the centre of town like him. I heard his dad is a politician."

"Didn't he get a soccer field for his college admission gift?" You shrug, eyes focused on the phone screen "He looks like a spoiled brat too."

"Jeon?" Jiwoo purses her lips, looking in her memories as she smiles "I think he's cute, he's always really shy around me so I can't tell if he's one of them."

"That's because he's scared Hoseok might whoop his ass," You scoff at your friend's dreamy opinion on the golden boy, "He's swiping right on half of the girl's in the Sports and Exercise Science faculty on his night shifts."

"I know, I swear to God Hoseok was born to cockblock me," She sighs "Well Jeon's's rumoured to be the Golden Dick of Hanguk's soccer team so-" Jiwoo shrugs 

"What?" you choke on your saliva, laughing in disbelief "Is that a joke?"

"I wish it was," she sighs scrolling through her Instagram photos while you touch up your makeup in your front mirror "I've heard so many things about his golden dick, I sometimes wanna see it myself," She then shivers at the thought "God, probably not with Hoseok around though ..." 

"You know what I call that?" You hesitate as you spray some setting spray in your face and push the bottle back in your bag "False advertising," you then quickly glance at the text Hoseok sent to confirm they're ready "let's go." 

You walk inside the quiet house, the lights all turned off and the place in dead silence. Jiwoo who is walking ahead of you excited, glances back at you, furrowing her eyebrows. she gives you a questioning look  and before you can address her confused eyes the lights turn back on 

"Surprise!" Hoseok yells from across the room and everyone throws confetti at the girl who's standing in the middle looking around her with a dumbfounded expression all over his face

"W-Whats going on?" she asks in amongst the rushes of congrats thrown his way and the crowd 

"Congratulation on your first job Nuna," Hoseok embraces his sister tightly, placing a gentle kiss on the crown of her head "sorry I've delayed it so much."

"Oh My God," Jiwoo exclaims looking between you and her brother "You actually got me."

"Did you see my professional acting Hobi?" You chuckle, high fiving with Hoseok "she didn't even suspect a thing."

"Come on Nuna," Taehyung steps in hugging the girl in his ridiculously large body, almost crushing Jiwoo's bone as he squeezes her "Y/N never comes to our "get shit faced" parties, how did even believe her?"

"I was a bit intrigued, to be honest," Jiwoo replied, forcefully pulling herself out of Taehyung's grip before she gets crushed, "I thought she finally caved in for one of the Hanguk's boys."

"Well if anything, It must be me Right?" Taehyung declares winking towards you flirtatiously 

"Oh shut up," You roll your eyes making everyone else laugh "I'm gonna go grab a drink, I'm too sober to deal with you Tae!" 

You find your way to the table adorned by all different types of alcoholic drinks. You grab a plastic cup and fill it with some expensive whisky you're surprised to see sitting beside all the others.

he's really rubbing it in everyone's face, you scoff holding the bottle of whisky in your hand and checking the alcohol percentage. 

Broke college students like yourself would never even have such fancy liquor on their birthday and here he was, the golden boy of Hanguk University, offering expensive beverage like this for a house party.

"Expensive taste huh?"

You hear a familiar voice and immediately turn around facing the guy who you didn't expect to see there. Your eyebrows furrow close together as you carefully examine the guy.

”Jeez, relax those eyes princess,” he shudders at your unimpressed gaze as he leans closer to you, looking over your body for some booze “I can't decide which one is heavier, you or that glare you're giving me now.” 

“I’m sorry,” you quickly mutter, breath hitting the corner of his neck “About last time I fell on you.” 

“No worries,” he tilts his head as he leans away to bring his gaze from the collections of alcohol to you “If that takes you to fall on me again, I’d take it any day.”

You face immediately scrunches in disgust, your brain’s fuckboy alert turning on as you sigh and brush past him to move. 

“hey hey,” he grabs your wrist, without eyeing you to get a sight of you leaving “This is the time when you ask me how you can pay me back for being your human shield!”

”Look Jimin,” you turn around facing him sternly and watch an amused grin adorning his plump lips “It's not gonna happen!”

”What's not gonna happen!?” He repeats your words with a teasing tone as he locks you between his body and the table behind you

“W-Whatever you’re thinking of,” you reply, the proximity of his face making you slightly clumsy with your words which you try to hide with your signature poker face 

“I wonder,” he murmurs, head tilting to one side as he glances over you through hooded eyes “What you think I'm gonna do with you” He bites his lips seductively, unfazed by your earlier vocal and clear  rejection 

You part your lips to respond despite being slightly flustered by his boldness. But the sight that catches your eyes across his shoulder appears more interesting than blowing off the guy’s super ego at that moment.

”Jungkook ...” you call, eyes dilating in shock as you watch a girl who’s sitting on his lips slip open a lighter, as he skillfully places the expensive Cuban cigar between his lips. 

His smirk lightens as the girl plays with the flame in her hand teasingly, leaning closer to steal a kiss from his tightly pressed lips before bringing the flame closer to him. 

“No,” you gasp out loud pushing pass the guy who’s locking you against the table, and before you know you’re standing across the couple who look at you with a mixture of annoyed and surprised eyes 

“What the fuck are you doing!?” You hiss, venom dripping off your tone

Jungkook raises an eyebrow while his girl narrows her eyes at your uninvited appearance. You continued to glare at the guy until he shifts forward and whispers something in the girl’s ear. 

The girl nods and throws an unimpressed look to your direction before proceeding to smack a kiss on his lips before walking away.

Jungkook sighs, frustration evident from his complexion, although no words leave his lips. He throws the expensive cigar on his special wooden box before standing up. 

“let's go,” he breathes out, grabbing your wrist and yanking you behind him down the hallway. 

It doesn't take long with his rushed footsteps and you're in the room you previously caught him gasping for his life a few nights ago, door shut closed behind you and back pressed against the door. 

“I’m not in the mood,” he whispers as his hand presses harshly against your collarbone to hold you against the door “I’ll make you cum with my fingers and we’ll call it a night,” he hesitates, leaning closer to press his nose against your neck “If you’re a good girl like you were the past few days I’ll let you ride me next time.” 

You’re still trying to register his words when he presses rough kisses on the sensitive flesh of your neck, hands tracing down to your tummy and down under your dress. 

He easily locates your clit over your panties, rubbing the sensitive nub skillfully and your mind goes hazy, head firmly pressing back on the wall.

”Aah- J-Jungkook,” you breath out a moan, hands gripping on his toned biceps to catch his attention 

”Yeah baby,” he nods with a smirk against your neck, feeling validated by the wanton sounds he got off you “call my name like that,” you wince as he bites a small spot on your neck before fondling it with his tongue“You’ve wanted this, didn't you!? I barely touched you and you're fucking soaked.”

his fingers rubbing your sensitive core is clouding your mind, but your body tenses when he tugs your panties to one side, fingers tracing their way on your entrance and only then you realise the situation you got yourself in. 

”J-Jungkook,” you bring your head down, grabbing his head firmly as you mutter “Please!”

”Yeah, beg for it baby,” you watch him dig his lips to the corner of your neck, not noticing your resisting body language “You wanted me to touch you so bad huh!? You should have just begged for it like now-“

”No Jungkook,” you gather all your strength and push against his body, the startled boy stumbling back on his feet  “Stop!” You exhale the air looking at him with wide eyes 

“What!?” He furrows his eyebrows, looking lost like a puppy who was beaten 

“What are you doing!?” You shriek, hand reaching to tug your dress down on your thighs which was rolled up by him 

“I-“ he stumbles on his word, wide doe eyes wandering around “I was just-“ he then frowns in a mixture of rage and fear as he shots back “you wanted this! Dont you dare-“

”No, I didn't!” You sigh, fingers combing through your hair “You seriously need to stop this.”

”Oh really now!?” He scoffs, clenching his fist as he takes a step closer “You’re turning this back on me huh!?”

”Jungkook you've misunderstood-” You mutter through gritted teeth 

“You wanted me to fuck you,” he explains defensively “You go around asking me about my medications, talking shit about me to Dr Kim to get my attention,” he huffs the air out of his lungs forcefully as he motions to the door “And you yanked that girl off me just so I fuck you, and I'm doing it now. you're getting what you want, What else do you want!?” 

Your head starts to spin, digesting his words and you have to close your eyes for a moment so you dont stumble and fall by the overwhelming realization that shots through you. 

“Gosh,” you inhale sharply looking back at him with defeated eyes “It's my bad caring for a jerk like you.”

”W-What!?” 

“I was just worried you’d chuck that cigar up your lungs and mess them up even more than you already are,” you pronounce every rageful word with the heat you feel inside your body 

“The fuck are you talking about!?” He asks, voice tinted by confusion 

”Jungkook you have Asthma,” you explain with questioning eyes “Your lungs are already struggling to stay open for some air and you think smoking is a good ide-,”

you cut your sentence short, watching him with disappointed eyes “You know what,” you shake your head as you quickly fix your dress, “I dont even know why I care whether you breath or not!” You say harshly as you turn on your heels 

“Wait-“ he calls after you as you twist the doorknob but before he can reach for you, you’ve left his room and his house for the night. 

[pug-bitch]

That’s not why I’m going (25)

Just them and the stars

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Drake Walker x Amara Suarez

Rating: some foul language, some extremely suggestive, and not one, but 2 VERY steamy scenes, around 60 diamonds each :D This is absolutely NOT appropriate for people under 18.

Word count: about 4,000 (let me know if the ‘keep reading’ cutoff isn’t working well!)

Notes: This picks up pretty much where we left off, during Drake and Amara’s first evening at the cabin, starting with Drake’s POV.

*****

‘No no, let me carry those!’ Drake yells out as he opens the front door.

Amara chuckles and ignores him, still carrying the multiple bottles they had bought on their errand run. They had to get ready for tomorrow’s barbecue with the gang, and they had decided against champagne for once, so they bought a bunch of liquor and mixers, as well as beer for those who preferred it. Drake only had whiskey and coffee in the cabin, and he wanted his guests to have everything they need.

As he puts the groceries down on the counter, he catches himself smiling for no reason. This feels right. Just him and Amara, about to make dinner together, and tomorrow their friends are coming over. Drake is excited about hosting, he can’t lie. The thought of cooking for everyone, while Amara bakes a cake, and they all share some drinks and talk about life… it sounds exactly right. But suddenly, he feels self conscious about the place. It’s spotless, sure, but also not as luxurious as what people are used to, except for Amara who didn’t grow up in a mansion. Max has been here, he knows the cabin isn’t big, but hopefully Hana and Olivia are not irked about potentially sharing the master bedroom. Enough, Drake thinks. His friends need to get away and his cabin is nice, remote, and quiet, and that’s all that matters.

‘Want me to make a cocktail?’ Amara asks while putting away the bottles.

Drake nods, ‘That would be awesome. I trust your expertise, so surprise me.’

She laughs, ‘Ha! You didn’t say that the first time we met. You demanded a bottle of whiskey, and didn’t let me tell you about the cocktail of the day.’

He smiles, but butterflies rush to his stomach. Is it because he feels emotional talking about his first encounter with the woman he loves? Or is it because he realizes that he was a jerk to her at first? Probably both. ‘About that…’ he says, rubbing the back of his neck, ‘I hope I wasn’t too much of an asshole when we first met. I realize now that I must have sounded like a grumpy bitch.’

Amara laughs in a way that splits his heart open. She’s mixing a margarita, and putting salt on the rim. ‘I mean, you were a little grumpy. I just thought you were protective of your friend. That’s what you told me, anyway.’

He nods. He remembers saying that, when Amara first inquired about why he was asking so many questions, on the plane. ‘I did say that. But really, if I’m honest, I think I knew I would fall for you. Like, right away.’ He pauses. ‘Well, when I ordered the whiskey, I was just being a jerk. I tended to do that a lot, shutting people out. Hell, I had never really had an authentic conversation with anyone at court before you showed up, and then it was like you’re the Sun. When you’re around, I no longer have to make an effort to socialize. I just do it, and I even enjoy it.’

He stops himself, and looks down at his hands, as he’s taking the fish out of the paper wrapper. He’s waiting for Amara to say something, to make fun of him for being such a weirdo. But she doesn’t.

She puts the margaritas down, walks around the island, comes up behind him, and wraps her arms around his waist. She hugs him silently, he feels her breath on his back, warm and comforting. She mutters, ‘I’m happy you’re letting people in.’

‘Suarez… I’d hug you back, but I smell like fish.’

They both laugh, and Amara plants a kiss on his back before letting him go and finishing up the margaritas. Drake’s phone buzzes. He glances at it, but puts it back down. Maybe now’s not the time.

‘You can answer, you know. I’ll get started on the rice,’ Amara says.

‘Um, it’s my mom. FaceTiming me. I… was debating answering, if you’re up for saying hi? No pressure!’

Amara smiles broadly and nods. ‘Pick up!’

He clicks on the green circle. ‘Hi Mom.’

*****

Amara had always been good with parents. Her friends’ parents, her ex boyfriends’,... Rick’s mom had loved her so much that she still sends her birthday flowers, and emails whenever she sees something on sale that Amara might like. As it turned out, Amara realized she’d loved his mom more that Rick himself, at the end of the day.

Still, she was nervous about Drake’s mom. He always looked sad when talking about her, and Amara knew they didn’t have a great relationship, especially since Bianca had remarried. So, as Drake chatted with her a bit before introducing them, Amara’s heart was doing loops in her chest. When he finally turned to her and said the magic words, ‘Mom, there’s someone I’d like you to meet,’ she readied herself and plastered on her best parent-friendly smile, bracing for the impact.

‘Mom, this is Amara,’ Drake says as he walks towards her to include her in the shot.

‘Well hello there, Amara,’ his mom says, in a friendly tone.

‘Hi, very nice to meet you,’ Amara replies. She wanted to add ‘Mrs. Walker,’ but she didn’t know if she had taken her new husband’s name or not, so she stopped there.

‘I’m Bianca,’ she added, as if she had read her mind and wanted to clarify what she could call her. ‘Where are you from, darlin’?’

Amara started chatting with her organically. Bianca had a kind face and an open smile, but Amara recognized something in her expression, something she saw in herself and in Drake as well: pain, grief, and all their little friends. Bianca was gorgeous, her hair was long and dark, with some gray strands that gave her charm. When she pushed her hair away from her face, Amara noticed that she was wearing a lot of silver jewelry, rings with natural looking stones, and a bunch of bracelets. She gave off a very hippie chic vibe.

‘Honey, it’s a pleasure to meet you, really,’ she said after a few minutes of conversation. ‘What a wonderful surprise! Drake never introduces me to anyone, I was starting to think he was either embarrassed by me, or very antisocial.’

‘Mom…’ Drake mutters.

Amara laughs, ‘It’s neither, Bianca, I can assure you. Drake is an amazing man, and he speaks very highly of his mom.’

Once they hang up, Drake seems to breathe a little more easily.

‘You ok?’ Amara asks.

He nods. ‘Yeah. Like she said, I never introduced her to anyone, so I guess I was a bit nervous.’

She wraps her arms around him. ‘It went well, so you can relax. Your mom is lovely.’

‘Well, you’re lovely. Let’s have those expertly crafted margaritas, shall we?’

They drink and chat while dinner is cooking, and as she gets tipsier, Amara gets a kick out of observing Drake while he prepares all the food. His dedication while putting the salad together makes her smile.

‘What?’ he notices.

‘Nothing. You’re hot when you’re cooking.’

He drops the knife and the radish and kisses her deeply. She runs her hands on his stomach, and under his shirt.

‘How long til the fish is ready?’ she asks breathlessly.

Drake glances at the oven timer without removing his mouth from her neck. ‘Eleven minutes,’ he whispers.

Before she can say anything, he picks her up and seats her on the kitchen island again. She gasps. ‘Wow Mr. Walker… do we have a kitchen fetish on our hands?’

He raises an eyebrow and reaches under her dress. ‘Let’s find out,’ he says. His hand disappears between Amara’s legs and he strokes her through her panties for a few seconds, enough to turn her on. She kisses him again hungrily. Then, before she can realize what’s happening, he slides her panties down and throws them on the floor. He drops to his knees, and spreads her legs open. He starts by kissing her thighs, his lips travelling dangerously close to her core, which is already burning. ‘Mmmm,’ she moans. Soon enough, his mouth is on her pussy lips, teasing them with soft kisses, before parting them open with his tongue. Her moans grow louder as she realizes she doesn’t have to behave. She grabs his hair and strokes it in circles as he licks and kisses her clit. She feels the familiar wave of pleasure build within her, threatening to release.

BEEP BEEP

The oven alarm. Of course the fish would cockblock her. She sighs, disheartened, but Drake does not stop. He lets it ring, visibly determined to make her come, despite the growing threat of a burnt dinner. She relaxes, and soon enough the wave is back. Drake is kissing her deeply down there, moaning as he does so, and his touch, his dedication send her over the edge. ‘Drake!’ she cries out, as her orgasm overwhelms her.

He kisses her more tenderly and slowly emerges from between her legs, smiling. ‘Fuck, that was hot,’ he whispers. He plants a quick kiss on her lips, and turns around to tend to the oven. ‘No harm done,’ he says, taking the fish out, and removing the lid from the rice.

Amara smiles, spent and satisfied, but most importantly, impressed by Drake’s multitasking.

*****

‘Never have I ever… fired a gun!’

Liv rolls her eyes and drinks. ‘This isn’t fair, Domvallier. You’re making me work for it.’

Rashad laughs heartily. Their game of Never Have I Ever had remained very chaste, which Liv didn’t know whether she was grateful for or not.

‘I should probably get going,’ Rashad says after their, probably, tenth shot of vodka. ‘I don’t want to impose.’

‘Wait,’ Liv says a bit too quickly. ‘Let’s watch another episode of the show. Dinner will be over soon, and someone could see you come out.’ Phew, she thinks. She was good at thinking on her feet at least. That was a good excuse, but the truth is, she just enjoyed his company, no more, no less. She’d be alone all day, and now the idea of watching one more episode of Killing Eve with Rashad by her side sounded very appealing. No need to speak even, just having him near, a friendly face, was enough.

But of course she couldn’t just tell him that.

He nods. ‘You’re right. It’s about 9:30, it wouldn’t be discreet to go out now.’

He sits back down, and waits until she puts on another episode. Of course, it wouldn’t be the end of the world if someone saw him here. Nothing had happened, and it was apparent that he came to check on her after today’s ordeal. Plus, now that her reputation was shit, a pathetic noblewoman sleeping with her employee, a rumor of an affair with Lord Domvallier could even make her sound more...selective, which is good. Still, she was in no mood to be the subject of yet another scandal. She’d like to say that she doesn’t care, that she’s too cool for this. But really, she did feel pathetic. Not very dignified.

‘You want another vodka?’ she asks.

He smiles. ‘Yes please.’

She pours two more shots. ‘Thank you for staying. I appreciate it. It’s nice to have someone to chat and drink with.’

‘Ha, you’re welcome. I’m having a good time, for what it’s worth. We don’t hang out often enough, Liv.’

She’d like to come up with a snarky thing to say. Like ‘We hang out more than enough,’ or something along those lines. But right now, she’s tired of putting up this hard exterior. Tired of the walls, nay, the fortress that surrounds her. Sure, it protects her from getting hurt, but look, even with the walls up, people manage to break in. So, maybe just for tonight, she can just be appreciative of the one man who’s by her side.

So, she says, ‘You’re right. I have no idea why we don’t hang out more.’

Rashad shrugs, ‘I’m away on business a lot, so it’s probably on me. Also, you’re terrifying.’

She bursts out laughing, without being able to control herself. ‘Touché.’

Rashad giggles, ‘I mean seriously. Is that a dagger on your nightstand, or are you happy to see me?’

Olivia squints. ‘How would a dagger on my nightstand equate to a boner?’

‘I have no idea, but I just ran with it,’ Rashad laughs.

‘Oh well. I appreciate the effort.’

They sit in silence for a while, as they watch their show. Liv is comfortable, somehow, almost as comfortable as she is when alone with Liam. Actually, maybe more. She has more history with Liam, he knows her well. But her feelings often get in the way of just enjoying the moment with him, even when they’re simply chilling or having a drink. With Rashad, tonight, she doesn’t need any pretenses. She can relax.

‘Damn,’ Rashad whispers, his eyes stuck on the screen, ‘Sandra Oh is so amazing.’

Liv can’t contain a smile.

*****

Liam is relieved that dinner is over. Without Max, Amara, Drake, Hana, and Liv, conversation had been boring. Sure, Kiara is an interesting person, but ever since the competition started, she has her game face on and does not engage in deep conversations with him like she used to.

So, he didn’t offer anyone any after dinner drinks, and retreated to his study, alone, where he poured himself a glass of whiskey. Then two. Then three. He’s starting to see the appeal of hard liquor, when he was always a wine drinker. He’ll have to tell Drake about it.

For the whole evening, he’s been waiting for the other shoe to drop. For someone else to be targeted. But no, nothing happened tonight. Just boredom and a whole lot of yawning. He couldn’t picture himself live the rest of his life with anyone who was at the table tonight. Not Kiara, not Penelope, and certainly not Madeleine. Of course, he knows a Cordonian marriage doesn’t necessarily need to be monogamous, but he strongly believes in companionship. If he can’t marry for love --Amara had made it clear that she’s not interested in him, and Liv...well Liv, he would deal with his feelings later-- then he wants to marry someone he likes. Whose company he enjoys. Someone he can grow old with.

He chugs the rest of his drink. What had happened to him? He’s usually such a lightweight, but now, he seems to be pounding whiskey after whiskey. He pours another. Fuck it, he thinks. Too bad Drake isn’t here to commiserate. What happened to him? Why isn’t Drake reaching out? Why is Liam drinking alone, right now? Did he lose his best friend? He replays the whole beach party in his head. When he crossed a line, when he grabbed Amara and tried to take her to the creek to...for lack of a better word, to fuck her. He pinches the bridge of his nose. Not his finest moment, huh? Drake had been right to call him out on it, after all. Liam could tell he was losing himself in the competition. He’d never been one to give up on a woman when she said she didn’t want to date him; he was partial to sending gifts and flowers until she gave in. But now, in the past few weeks, he truly lost his shit with Amara and just didn’t behave well.

And with Liv… Did he make her feel taken advantage of? No, she was completely on board with having sex with him. It wasn’t the first time, either. Liam is pretty sure he took her virginity, back in the day, when they were 18, but Liv would never admit to it. In the past decade, they probably had sex, what, five, six times? So, it wasn’t a big deal when they had sex before the beach party. Not to Liam, anyways. Just friends, scratching each other’s itch. He chuckles to himself. What a fucked up way of seeing things, he thinks. How unromantic.

‘What’s wrong with me?’ he mutters, before chugging his drink once again.

And boom, another whiskey poured. When he hears a knock on the door, Liam isn’t sure if it really happened, or if he hallucinated it. So, he waits. Another knock. Must be real.

‘Come in,’ he slurs.

‘Hello, Your Highness,’ Madeleine purrs as she opens the door.

Liam almost says ‘Ugh’ out loud, but fortunately, he is not drunk enough to do that. He sits up straight, and clears his throat. ‘Oh, hello, Lady Madeleine. To what do I owe the pleasure?’

She giggles. ‘I just wanted to see you. May I?’

She gestures at the chair opposite him, and he nods. She steps into the room, and sits down. He notices that she’s not wearing much. Not even a dress, but what looks like a slip. Off-white, almost transparent. Her lingerie is very apparent underneath, not that he’s staring.

‘Can I help you?’ he asks, trying to maintain eye contact, which is not easy when the person in front of you appears to have three pairs of eyes.

‘I was just feeling quite lonely, up in my room, and I asked your bodyguard if I may come in and keep you company. He said you’re alone, too…’

She crosses her legs, in a slow, exaggerated way. Did she just watch Basic Instinct? Why is she acting like she’s in an old timey thriller? Liam doesn’t know what to say, so he says nothing.

‘Liam, how come you never asked me on a one-on-one date?’ she asks bluntly, her voice low and sultry.

‘It wasn’t intentional,’ he says, trying to remain neutral. He shouldn’t confront her about the pictures just yet, Regina would not forgive him. ‘I didn’t mean to offend you.’

She gets up, and sits on the corner of his desk. Where did she learn her moves? Liam can’t help but think it all looks fake.

‘It’s ok,’ she coos. ‘I’ll take my share now.’

She reaches across the desk to kiss him, but he pulls away. ‘Wow,’ he can’t help but yelp. ‘What are you doing?’

She clears her throat, and the façade falls. ‘Oh. I thought it would be ok. We both know we’re a great match, and our families are close. This is just bound to happen. Don’t you think?’

She’s business-like again. Liam remembers talking about her with Neville, who is not at all discreet about his...conquests. Vancoeur had bragged about having sex with Madeleine, but also said that it was very mechanical with her, like doing a robot. Liam believes it now, since she’s here in front of him, demanding to have sex with him for what? To seal the deal? That’s not the love or the companionship that he craves. Is it really bound to happen? Is Madeleine his only prospect, now that Liv is walking away from him, and Amara… God, he hopes not.

He takes Madeleine’s hand in his, and plasters on his brightest smile. ‘Lady Madeleine, I think if it’s bound to happen, it will happen. No need to cheapen it with a quickie in the study.’

He sees Madeleine’s eyes flicker for a bit, and he wonders if that how it looks when she’s embarrassed. She nods, silently, and after a long pause, says, ‘As you wish. I better go.’

She gets up and walks away, but turns around before opening the door. ‘Your Highness?’ she says, still purring. ‘You’ll come around. You have to.’

*****

‘Alright, what about most embarrassing story?’

Drake laughs, and shakes his head. ‘Jeez, Suarez, do you not like to keep any mystery?’

Amara takes a sip of her margarita, staring into the distance. ‘Hmmm...no. Go! Most embarrassing story.’

Drake looks at her, so beautiful in the moonlight. They’re sitting on the back porch, in lawn chairs, with their drinks and some chocolates that he’d bought to munch on the last time he’d come to the cabin. He’s so relieved that she accepted to come here, to his lair, where no one can bother them. Just them and the stars.

He takes a deep breath. ‘Ok. When I was 16, I went to the pool with Liam and the gang. I went for a dive, and when I resurfaced, I… I’d lost my swimsuit. But the thing is, I didn’t realize it until I was out of the pool.’

Amara bursts out laughing. ‘Oh my God, poor baby Drake! Whose pool was it?’

Drake takes a sip of his margarita and says, ‘Kiara’s.’

He notices Amara’s face fall right away. ‘Oh.’ she says. ‘She must have been delighted.’

Drake laughs, ‘Come on, it was embarrassing! Not a sexy moment!’

She shrugs, still pouting. He likes to see her jealous, even if she has absolutely no reason to. Maybe Kiara had liked him at some point, but he never had any interest in her. She was way too condescending.

‘Suarez,’ he says, holding out his hand. ‘You know I don’t like Kiara… I was just telling you about my embarrassing story.’

She finally smiles, and takes his hand. ‘Well, with what you’re packing, Walker, it’s not at all embarrassing.’

He kisses her hand. ‘Go. Most embarrassing story.’

She takes a big swig. ‘Well. Mine is the opposite of sexy. I hope you have the stomach for it.’

‘Absolutely.’

‘I was 15, and my brother had taken me to a concert. Maroon 5. I was crazy about them. I was having the time of my life, when the girl standing behind me started laughing hysterically, and tapped my shoulder. She said, and I’ll never forget it,’ she makes an exaggerated air quote gesture, ‘ ‘You have the grossest blood stain on your ass!’’

Amara stares at him intently, and they both burst out laughing. ‘Oh no,’ Drake says, commiserating, ‘what did you do?’

‘Well,’ she replies, overly serious, ‘my amazing brother gave me his hoodie to tie around my waist. Classic move when your period starts during a bad time, but a solid method. I continued rocking out and lusting after Adam Levine, but deep down, my tiny baby soul was crushed.’

He kisses her hand again. He loves this intimacy, the possibility of telling each other everything. ‘Poor Suarez.’

Amara feigns despair, playfully pouting, and pulls Drake close into a kiss. Drake puts his arms around her, as their kiss deepens, and guides her onto his lap. She complies, straddling him. He feels her weight on him, as she lowers herself towards him to kiss him some more. She lets her hands roam all over his body, drawing a low groan from him, only intensifying when she unbuttons his pants, and frees his already hard dick from its cloth prison. She breaks from their kiss and puts her mouth on his length, first kissing it gently, then taking his tip between her lips. Drake moans some more, bucking his hips. ‘Mmmm, Amara, this feels amazing…’

She makes eye contact with him, her mouth still on his cock, and it drives him crazy. He wants her now. He sits up, takes her head in his hands and guides her back to straddle him again. ‘I want you, babe,’ he whispers.

She kisses him and in one swift motion, gets rid of her panties, now naked under her dress. She places herself so his cock is right between her legs, already teasing her entrance. He can’t wait any longer. He puts his tip between her pussy lips, and as she moans against his kiss, pushes himself inside her completely.

They make love slowly, passionately, under the moonlight. They take their time, exploring each other, as all their clothes eventually come off. Drake can’t help but think that this is exactly the bliss, the closeness he needed. He wishes they could stay here forever.

*****

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Dating Richie Gecko Would Include ...

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Requested by anon: “ Can I please ask for a dating Richie Gecko would include ? “

Warnings: Contains NSFW but it is stated

You were a hostage at the liquor store.

He liked you because you didn't seem scared of him.

You were understanding and you wanted to help him through whatever was happening in his head.

He swore he would never hurt you.

And he never did.

He was so protective of you when you arrived at the Titty Twister.

Seth knew...

He wouldn't stop teasing Richie.

Poor boy

He was hesitant to go with Santanico, but he had to.

He swore he would come back to you.

You stayed with Seth because he knew that Richie would never forgive himself if something happened to you.

Richie came back for you afterwards.

He became so jealous of you and Seth.

That's how you knew that the feelings were reciprocated

He kissed you so hard.

But it was worth it

He didn't ask you to be his girlfriend but it was obvious you two are together.

Seth is so protective of you.

Maybe more so than Richie.

So much PDA, mostly from you.

Giving him kisses along his jawline or his cheek.

He doesn't do it often for you but he loves it.

Always holding his hand or hugging his arm.

Laying your head on his shoulder when you three travel across Mexico.

Sitting on his lap most of the time.

He loves it when you lay on his chest.

Staring at you when someone starts flirting with you, his jaw clenched.

He doesn't want to seem too possessive but when whoever is talking to you is making you uncomfortable, he can't stop being rude to the person.

"Don't you fucking see my girl isn't interested in you?"

Constantly keeping an eye on you or checking up on you.

His hand is always around your waist.

He pecks your lips everytime he needs to leave your side.

Even if it's only for a few minutes.

Sharing horchatas together.

And talking about your love for Mexican food.

Wearing his jacket and glasses when you feel like it.

Being the small spoon.

Or laying on his chest.

Nuzzling his neck when you're tired.

His chest is the most reassuring thing to hug.

Finding yourself in his chest most of the time when you're tired and you just want to sleep.

He doesn't complain though.

Placing his hand on your thigh and squeezing it every once in a while.

Sitting in the back of the car with him whilst Seth drives.

Playing with his hair when he feels like laying in your lap.

Him doing it frequently when he's tired or stressed about something.

He trained you to throw knives so that you could protect yourself.

Also using a gun.

He finds you so damn hot when you're mad.

He sometimes creates a fight just to see you mad.

He can be an asshole like that.

He's easily turned on when you pull him by his tie.

You were so supportive when he was a Culebra.

You were a bit freaked out though in the beginning.

You proposed him to drink a bit of your blood if he gets hungry.

Because you didn't really know how to feel about how he feeds off of people like that.

He was absolutely against it when you proposed.

But you managed to change his mind.

He's always very careful when feeding off of you.

Mostly wearing only his shirt and his tie loosely around your neck.

Major turn on.

He stares... a lot.

He gulps sometimes when he looks over you.

He likes kissing your knuckles.

And playing with your hair.

NSFW

Lowkey has a daddy kink.

His tie has multiple purposes ;)

He loves going down on you.

Public sex.

Angry sex.

Morning sex.

Passionate sex.

Seth is a cockblock tbh.

Teasing each other.

Always finding a way of doing so.

It's like a war.

His eyes turn like 30 shades darker.

Stripteasing

When you give him a lap dance, it's always a night to remember

But he's a teddy bear afterwards.

He's so caring

Kissing your bare back afterwards

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Reputation

CHAPTER INDEX

CHAPTER NINE

Sergio’s POV:

Thankfully I was able to get Ana out of my house before Iris arrived, saving me the awkward exchange. I patiently waited for her to arrive as I sat on the island in my kitchen and scrolled through my phone. I was curious as to why she needed a place to stay, but not surprised that she felt comfortable enough to call me.

Sure we had kept things platonic but that didn’t mean our friendship suffered. Iris and I had grown very close and it was nice to have another female friend besides Lia.

I heard the doorbell ring, pulling me from my thoughts and causing me to walk to the front door. I greeted Iris with a smile in nothing but my sweatpants. It was late and this is usually what I wore around the house.

“Hey.” I simply said, smiling at her. Iris didn’t say anything in response, rather she walked in and hugged me tightly. “Hey whoa, are you okay?” I asked, rubbing her back soothingly as I held her, ecstatic to have her in my arms.

“I dumped him.” Iris’s muffled voice spoke against my chest. I felt my heart race as I listened, unsure if I heard her right.

“What?” I asked confused, and released her from my grip. Iris sniffed slightly, fighting tears and looked at me sheepishly before speaking.

“I broke up with Joey.” She mumbled slightly, looking down after she finished.

I stared blankly at her, puzzled as to why she would come to me after this.

“I’m sorry I came over, I couldn’t think straight and just thought- well I don’t know, but I really didn’t know where else to turn.” Iris said in a shaky voice, clearly a little nervous. Cautiously she looked up at me again.

I gave her a smile and turned back to the rest of my house, “Well come on then, my house is your house Iris.” My voice echoed in the large house, my back now to Iris, hoping she followed. “Can I fix you a drink?”

“Uh yeah, I’ll have one. Sergio, you said I wasn’t interrupting anything.” She said, causing me to stop and turn around again.

I laughed a little, “Because you weren’t.” I simply stated, walking towards the kitchen as she followed.

“Then why do you have claw marks on your back?” Iris smirked, raising an eyebrow and folding her arms.

I blushed a little as I poured some liquor into a shaker with ice. “I may have had a guest over.” I teased the conversation, squeezing lemon into the cup as well.

“Oh my god please tell me I didn’t call right in the middle of sex.” Iris laughed a little, unable to contain her amusement despite being embarrassed.

Finishing off the rest of the cocktail mixture and capping the shaker I turned to her, “Um actually we hadn’t even started that portion.” I bit back my smile as I began shaking the drink to mix it properly.

“So I cockblocked you then? Sergio, I didn’t mean to, I can leave, is she still here?” Iris hastily asked, upset at her interruption. I turned back to the bar and calmly poured two drinks.

Handing Iris hers, I replied, “You might have maybe cockblocked me, yes.” I laughed, bringing the glass up to my lips.

“Fuck I’m sorry.” She responded, taking a large sip.

“You didn’t know, it’s no big deal.” I shrugged, sipping my own drink. I caught Iris’s eyes scanning the house, checking for another girl.

“I sent her home.” I stated, causing Iris to look at me. “If that’s what you were looking for, she left about fifteen minutes ago.” I added.

“You sent her home?” Iris looked genuinely confused by me.

I nodded, “Yeah, you called and said you needed me.” I spoke plainly. “It was pretty obvious that it was important.” I took a sip of my drink as I waited for her response, hoping to hide the slight tinge of blush that painted my cheeks.

“You didn’t have to.” Iris spoke, looking down at her drink.

“I know I didn’t have to send her home, but you’re more important to me.” I spoke, feeling a little awkward all of a sudden.

“Thanks for that.” Iris said quietly, looking down at her drink.

“So the wedding’s coming up quick huh?” I asked, trying to make conversation.

“Yeah I can’t believe it’s almost here.” Iris answered, sipping her cocktail. “Did Iker choose the groomsmen suits yet?” She looked up and asked.

I smiled and motioned for her to follow me, “yeah it’s upstairs.” I grabbed my glass and started walking to my room. “I’ll model it for you.”

***

“Are you ready for this?” I asked from behind the bathroom door as Iris sat on my bed. “Will you be able to handle how handsome I look?” I teased.

“Sergio come on let me see.” She whined and laughed a little before walking out.

Iker has selected a navy blue suit for the groomsmen with a white shirt and silver tie. I had to say, I loved it, and navy was always a great color on me.

I stepped out into my bedroom and shoved my hands in my pockets, posing for Iris. “What do you think?” I asked.

“Your tailor is phenomenal.” She blurted out, studying my suit.

I laughed a little, “that’s all you have to say? My tailor is great, not wow Sergio you look good. You know the tailor had to fit it to me, if I didn’t have a shredded body this wouldn’t look that good.” I argued in a teasing fashion, a smile on my phase.

Iris stood up and approached me, running her fingers along the fabric, studying it. “You do look amazing, I’ll give you that.” She looked up at me briefly with a smile before returning her focus to the suit.

“I can’t help but notice all the work your tailor did. They did a great job.” She said, studying the lapels.

“Yeah Emilio is great, he’s been taking care of my suits for years.” I mentioned, swallowing heavily as Iris and I shared this close proximity. Her hands wandered up to my collar.

I cleared my throat, pulling Iris’s attention to me. “So, do uh, do you wanna talk about him? Vent a little bit?” I asked and she shook her head no. Her hands were now resting on my shoulders.

“Not really no, it was a long time coming if I’m being honest.” She said, one hand sliding up to my neck, her fingertips grazing my hair.

“So then you’re single?” I clarified and she nodded.

“I am single, and there’s something I want to do now that I am.” Iris smiled and I couldn’t help but feel a smirk on my lips.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” I asked, eyeing her lips before going back to look into her eyes.

Iris bit her lip before responding, moving to get on her tiptoes. Her other hand reached my neck. “This.” She whispered before pressing her lips to mine.

My hands slowly slipped from my pockets to find Iris’s waist, pulling her closer to me. Iris kissed me with more fervor than I had ever experienced with her. All that was holding her back was gone, she was free and I could feel it in her kiss.

She wanted me. She chose me.

I smiled against her lips before pulling away, pressing our foreheads together.

Iris giggled slightly, “I wasn’t finished.” She said, pulling me back in for another kiss.

Was I dreaming? Was this all actually happening? Iris was in my house, a single woman, and was kissing me.

Her hand cupped my cheek as the other held it’s spot on the back of my neck. Our tongues met shortly after. Her taste was something I had missed for the last month. I wanted her bad and by how she was kissing me, I knew she wanted me too.

Iris pulled away slightly and reached for my tie, pulling me to the bed. I followed, it wasn’t like I had much of a choice anyways.

She released my tie before flopping onto her back on my bed. I simply stared from the foot of the bed, still unable to fathom what was happening. She was here and now she was in my bed.

“Are you going to just stand there, or are you gonna join me?” Iris teased and motioned with her finger for me to move.

I swallowed heavily, suddenly nervous. Was I about to be just rebound sex? I didn’t want that, I wanted more. Would I actually be able to decline her if it went that far?

I had already shone so much restraint with Iris, I wasn’t sure how much more I could at this point.

I fought off these thoughts and simply smirked, “of course I’m gonna join you.” I said, crawling onto the bed and on top of Iris. “Where were we?” I asked before pressing my lips to hers.

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Iris’s POV:

Oh my god. Oh my god. I was in Sergio’s bed! With him on top of me in a suit! I couldn’t believe this was happening, and yet there was some part of me that found it inevitable.

I wanted this to happen, but I didn’t think it would be so soon. He was electric, addicting even. Once I kissed him, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I had to have him.

I could feel Sergio’s lips wander from my own, trailing their way down to my neck. One of his hands cautiously played with the hem of my shirt. It was almost like he was waiting for permission.

I moved my hands to loosen his tie, slipping it from his neck. “Tell me what you want Iris.” He commanded against my neck, his breath hot and heavy.

I couldn’t help but moan as thoughts swirled around my head. I couldn’t fuck him, not yet anyways. I just dumped Joey an hour ago and Sergio, as hot as he was, never struck me as a rebound option.

“Touch me.” I practically moaned, my hands playing with his hair. The idea of Sergio touching and tasting me while wearing a suit sounded incredibly sexy.

“You want me to touch you here?” Sergio breathed against my neck, his hand resting on my stomach. I knew he was teasing and I loved it.

“Lower.” I sighed in pleasure as his kisses moved to my collarbone. He has quite the knack for foreplay, not that I expected anything less. Sergio had a mix of kiss he was switching between. Some were soft and chaste, others were breathy, and some finished with a bite.

The divine attention I was receiving from a man who clearly wanted me was enough to make me want to go all the way with him. I knew it would be good, god it would probably be heaven.

“How about here?” Sergio asked, pausing and lifting his head up to look at me while hand played with the hem of pants, teasingly pulling on the button.

I gave him a lazy smile before pulling his head back to mine and locking our lips. I moaned into his mouth before speaking, “lower, touch me.” I whispered breathily.

Sergio responded by pressing his lips forcefully to mine, his tongue immediately tasting me as we kissed. His hand made quick work of the button and zipper of my pants, easily finding its way to my center.

I felt Sergio’s hand play with me through my panties while our tongues continually tasted each other. God he was such an amazing kisser. I would never tire of his lips on mine.

“How about here?” Sergio paused our kiss to ask, slipping his hand into my panties and teasing my slit.

“Perfect.” I responded, closing the small gap between us once more.

Sergio began to rub me with a little more intent, while still maintaining the tease he had kept up the entire time. This man had experience and it showed. He was patient, and I was growing less so with each touch.

“You want me inside you?” He whispered, I could feel the smirk on his lips.

I could only moan in response as he immediately went in for another kiss. He slipped his index finger inside and I moaned again, heavily this time. His thumb began drawing circles on my clit, changes in pace and pressure as he slipped a second finger in.

“Fuck.” I moaned against his lips, only feeling a smirk in response. I pulled Sergio’s hair as he hit a particularly sensitive part of my clit and that caused him to moan. Someone liked it rough.

“You’re so wet.” He whispered, kissing from my ear down to my neck with slow, wet kisses. I could feel his tongue and lips all along my skin. Each kiss ended with him slightly sucking on my skin.

He quickened his pace in between my legs, causing me to moan louder and more frequently. If Sergio’s fingers could make me feel this way, I could only imagine what the rest of him would feel like. The mere thoughts made my center run wet with anticipation and excitement.

I gripped the hair on the back of Sergio’s head as he kissed my neck and fingered me. “Cum for me Iris.” He mumbled against me. I was close and so ready to release. I had no doubt that Sergio would get me there.

With a few more strokes of his fingers and a slight change to the pressure on my clit, I felt my muscles tighten around and then release his fingers. I let out a loud, long moan as I road out my orgasm. “Fuck Sergio oh my god.” I breathed out as he pulled his fingers to his lips, licking them clean, never breaking eye contact as he did so.

Slowly he cleaned each finger, seeming to savor the taste. As he reached the least one he smiled. “I have been wanting to do that for you for a long time.” He said, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips.

“What, finger me?” I raised an eyebrow at him. Sergio laughed lightheartedly, resting his head briefly on my chest before looking back up.

“No, I’ve been wanting to make you cum.” He said dead serious.

“Well you succeeded.” I responded, kissing him again. Those lips were so addictive.

“Good, and I’ll be happy to do it again.” He winked, giving me a deep kiss before pulling away a little. “Something tells me you weren’t getting that as often as you deserve.” He teased and kissed me once more. He wasn’t wrong, but I couldn’t give him the satisfaction right now.

I studied his appearance as I nibbled on my lip, his crisp suit was now a little disorganized, a few buttons undone exposed his neck and chest. His hair was a mess and his lips were puffy.

“You look so hot right now.” I said without really thinking. Sergio had really just brought me climax in a suit, Christian Grey style.

Sergio laughed a little, “I’m sure you’d like how I look without this suit on too.” He said and moved to get off the bed. He wasn’t wrong, his body was a masterpiece.

“You staying here tonight?” He asked as he walked towards his closet. My eyes focused on his ass in those tight dress pants.

“Is that okay?” I answered back, hoping he’d say yes. I would have to find a way to repay him for all of this.

He paused in the doorway of the closet, “of course.” He smiled back before walking in.

I laid on his bed for a few minutes, awaiting his return. He came back in just some black boxers. “This is how I sleep.” He stated. “If you’d rather have some time to yourself, there’s a guest room down the hall.” He gestured over his shoulder.

He approached the bed and handed me a blue shirt. “Figured you might want something more comfortable to sleep in.” Sergio smiled softly, handing me the powder blue t shirt.

“Thank you.” I smiled, taking it from him and moving to change.

I quickly moved to his bathroom, slipping out of my clothes into the shirt. It was an incredibly soft shirt, and it smelled like Sergio’s cologne. I took a deep breath of the fabric before checking myself in the mirror. My hair was a little messy but I don’t think he minded.

“Will you be joining me?” Sergio smiled as he lifted the bedsheets in front of him. His tanned torso on show, and those legs, damn.

I bit my lip and nodded, “as long as you don’t mind.” I answered and made my way over, giving him a soft kiss.

“Not at all.” He responded, immediately spooning me as we settled in. I felt Sergio press a kiss to my shoulder before laying his head down. “Goodnight Iris.” He mumbled sleepily.

This was all a little too perfect. I couldn’t just jump right into this with him, it wouldn’t be fair. I wasn’t ready to throw myself into another relationship. He deserved more than that. Sergio deserved more than the mess I was.

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Protector of Her Heart

Chapter Three

Note: I am new to writing fanfic (this is my first one). I welcome constructive criticism as well as pointers and tips for bettering my blog. Thank you for reading :)

Summary: Elinora is an empath’s version of Professor X, only a lot more powerful. She is an enhanced human with the ability to read the world’s emotions. Nick Fury has welcomed her into the fold, but with a fear of herself she has been quite reserved. A forced bonding night with the newly discovered Wakandan royalty brings her out of the shadows of fear and into the light of lust.

Warning: some language, implied smut, 18+

sithandwa sam - my love

umfana wam omncinane - my little warrior

Previous Chapter

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From the moment they walked in, all eyes were on them. I mean when the avengers strut in with Wakandan royalty like they own the place, your eyes have no choice but to be drawn to the group. Even though Nora was terrified, with M’Baku walking with his hand protectively on the small of her back,  she was able to blend in with the group and not trip over her feet. She breathed a sigh of relief when they made it to their private booth on the rooftop.

Shuri made quick work of getting their drinks sent up and urging Nora to take em down. The sooner they got the girl drunk, the sooner she'd loosen up and be more open to dancing.

Tony went to socialize while Natasha and Banner sat in a private corner creating their own bubble. Sam and Steve suckered James into drinking games at the bar. That left Okoye keeping a watchful eye on her King and Queen as Nakia dragged T’Challa to the dance floor. And Shuri was stranded alone with two of the most stubborn people ever, practically begging M’Baku and Nora to get on the dance floor.

“You two were seriously made for each other. How do you go to a club and not dance?” Shuri looked between the two exasperated by their lack of willingness to enjoy the moment.

“Well in my defense, I was half bribed, half threatened into coming. Plus I don't get in a dancing mood until the liquor gets me feeling more mellow and not self conscious.” At that, the waitress sat Nora’s third margarita in front of her. She thanked the girl and started to sip slow knowing that the alcohol was bound to kick in soon.

“And I am here to ensure the Jabari’s place in the future. I do not see how this does that.” M’Baku was not exactly lying, but he also wasn't telling the whole truth. He was concerned that this so called fun left everyone to their own devices, including him. He did not know how to act in this society without some guidance. But what scared him more was that he was alone with his love and didn't know how to dance which would help in his pursuit to woo her.

“Would it kill you to have at least SOME fun? Gah! There's no use, you're basically a wall, now Nora on the other hand should be pliable to my requests by now, yes?” She looked at back at the girl, noticing how she had started to sway to the music indicating that the the alcohol had finally taken affect.

Nora looked up like a deer in headlights and Shuri knew this was the perfect time to get the girl on the dance floor. She grabbed her by both hands pulling her to the dance floor and dancing around her making it clear that the only way out was to join in.

It had been a long while since the last time Nora danced and she truly did miss it. Having been a dancer since she was three, it was usually how she blocked out the world and shook off unwanted emotions. But being on the compound with prying eyes constantly on her made this the first plausible opportunity in almost three months. Laughing at Shuri’s antics and realizing that she did need this, she slowly let loose.

Pulsing to and fro, changing movements with the songs, Nora became the center of attention. It was surprising to say the least, but her group was absolutely shocked. Well everyone except Natasha, since she had watched how she navigated their kitchen.

Nora kept up with the dj, dancing away all of her worries. Several guys tried to keep up but couldn't until the music slowed down allowing one to come up behind her placing his hands on her hips as she swayed.

“You know for a fat girl, you dance like the skinny bitches I usually go for.”

And like that her bubble burst.

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M’Baku had watched her move across the floor gracefully and skillfully. This was just another thing to add to his confused list. How can someone so in tune with their body hate it? She obviously knew what to do and sometimes her movements showed him a glimpse of the warrior she could become. And it all turned him on making it hard to watch her both figuratively and literally. Yet, he could not look away for he wanted to stay under her enticing spell. Having watched her all night, getting a sense of what she looked liked when comfortable and at ease, he immediately knew something was wrong with how she tensed up at whatever the interloper had to say.

At first M’Baku had only mildly wanted to throttle the man when he first made his approach. It angered him to see a strangers hands on his woman but usually Shuri would come dance with the girl effectively cockblocking. That paired with Nora’s dance skills deterred the riff raff. So it was no surprise that M’Baku figured that if this one was anything like the others then he would not last. But Shuri was nowhere to be found and this one was definitely not like the others, he, was stupid.

The moment M’Baku perceived him as a threat  he was by Nora’s side catching the last of what she said.

“... and that is not a compliment.”

“You should be glad I even considered a pig like you!”

M’Baku rose to his full height towering over the boy most would consider a man. “It would be in your best interest to close your filthy mouth before I cut out your tongue.”

Nora pulled on M’Baku trying to get him away from the guy. This was escalating and the guy was too idiotic to sense the danger he had put himself into. Nora knew that M’Baku would crush the man before he let him speak another ill word against her. She had to protect him from himself so she moved in front of his line of sight moving his hands to her waist. Putting her hands on his both sides of his face she made him focus on her.

“Hey, I'm okay. Don't listen to him, he's just an ignorant and entitled boy.”

M’Baku was still looking between her and the idiot in question which was not good. People were staring and the bouncers were headed towards them looking like they were ready to take down her giant. It didn't help that the guy wouldn't shut up, but thankfully Sam, Steve, and James stepped in warning the guy that his tongue was getting him in trouble.

“Is everything okay over here?”... one of the bouncers asked.

Steve stepped in while James sized them up.

“Yes gentlemen, this young man here was just walking away from his deathbed.”

“Doesn't sound too okay Steve, you sure you don't need our help?” the biggest bouncer said. At that her group breathed a sigh of relief, they knew Steve so M’Baku was safe from being kicked out or worse.

Sam and James turned to glare at the guy hoping he now understood how much of a danger zone he was in.

“Naw I'm sure he gets it now, right?” Steve looked pointedly at the guy.

He started to nervously mumble finally realizing that all these big ass guys were on the girl’s side,  “yea, um I don't want no problems.”

Moving around Nora, M’Baku growled, “and you will apologize,” while his face said ‘or else’. He turned slightly to allow the guy to look at her.

“I'm sorry for what I said. It won't happen again.” He scrambled away hoping to try his luck with someone else.

M’Baku, Steve, Sam, James, and the bodyguards then turned to a fuming Nora. Confused at her anger they just gave her a wide berth.

“You meatheads! I could've handled that myself. I do not need ALL of you to protect me. One would have been just fine.” Her embarrassment came out like anger, she was actually grateful they were all there but at this moment she just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. Everyone retreated except M’Baku, he could tell that whatever the man said had hit a nerve. Placing his hands on her hips… “Are you okay sithandwa sam?”

She sighed and shook her hair into her face. “Yea, but I need another drink.” Shaking him off she went to the bar ordering a lemon drop martini and a shot of whiskey. Throwing back the shot at the bar and then going back to their booth to sip at the martini she took this time to really look at M’Baku.

“Why did you step in like that? You owe me nothing, I am not your girlfriend. The guys are at least part of the same team as me and the bouncers know Steve, but you? I just met you today.” Figuring out the puzzle of what they were was hard enough without all the liquor currently running through her veins, but she had to know how they were connected.

M’Baku was nervous and displeased with the setting, but he didn't dare take her sudden interest in having a conversation for granted.

“Because you are mine and I always protect what is mine.”

She looked at him bewildered by his comment. Crossing her arms and becoming defensive. “I am not yours buddy. This is America and being in a relationship is not as simple as diverting to caveman tactics.”

M’Baku was amused by her sudden boldness, but he was not going to let her brush him off so easily. Swiftly, he moved into her space causing her to uncross her arms and lean back on them. She had no choice but to look him in the eyes when he furthered his intrusion by getting in her face to the point where they were sharing the same breath. “It does not matter where we are, the answer will still be the same. You. Are. Mine. An instant connection like ours does not bend to the rules of superficial love. I know you are mine in my bones, in my soul. The same goes in reverse, I am just as much yours and I will not allow you to shy away from either fact umfana wam omncinane.”

Looking in his eyes, she realized that all the liquor in the world couldn't drown out their bond. She could feel their desires pulsing as one, intertwining in a way she rarely saw. She could practically taste their impossible connection and it was the most decadent cuisine her palette had ever sampled. Her body was responding in kind to his dominant behavior and it took all she had not to kiss him and let her emotions take control. Brushing past him, effectively moving him back into a regular sitting position, she grabbed her martini and finished it quickly. “Fine, I won't deny it for now, but I'm not sober enough to finish this conversation. Dance with me?”

She stood holding her hand to him while he looked at it skeptically. “I do not know how to dance and you're obviously an expert.”

Grabbing his hand and leaning in to whisper in his ear as seductively as she could manage, “you don't have to do anything except hold on and stay close, I'll do the rest.”

M’Baku didn't know how to respond to her alcohol induced self-confidence so he let her drag him to the dance floor. Turning so that her back was to his front she placed his hands on her hips swaying to the beat. 

Focusing on her was all it took for them to be plunged into their own world, completely shutting everyone else out. It was as if they were one entity instead of two. She turned in his arms locking her arms around his neck making eye contact. 

They stayed like that, eyes locked, swaying, for what seemed like forever. She felt the moment he had decided that he was going to taste her and she let him. In the matter of the second it took for their lips to meet she felt sparks of electricity throughout her body, an intoxicating feeling took hold, and his need to make her his pulsed in her veins. She felt his thoughts and it took her by surprise causing her to pull away and look him in the eyes. Running her hands over his shoulders she gripped the base of his neck pulling him back in for more, drinking from his soul it seemed. It wasn’t until T’Challa cleared his throat rather loudly that they even realized it was time to go.

Out of breath and suddenly extremely embarrassed at her actions, Nora jumped back from M’Baku as if he had burned her. She was right in that thought because the kiss had branded her as his and him as hers. But without the intoxicating pull of their kiss or the foggy mellow feeling of her drinks she reverted back to her shell.

As they moved to the entrance Nora got in the car with Steve, Sam and James ignoring everyone’s stares and looking out the window. M’Baku was extremely hurt that she was back to avoiding all contact and she felt it. His emotions had replaced the worlds, it was as if his emotions amplified and everyone else’s was drowned out, even with the barrier of the vehicles.

When they got back she practically ran into her room stripping down to nothing and burying herself in her covers. She was too exhausted to deal with what she was feeling and prayed that sleep would help her escape.

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M’Baku was struggling to get a grip on his emotions, but it was as if his weren’t the only ones there. It was hard not to strangle T’Challa for ruining their moment, but he was more so angry at Nora’s insistence at ignoring something so powerful. When she ignored him and chose to ride with Steve and the guys it took everything not rip the door off the hinges and demand she look at him again. 

When he got in their car he was grateful to be sitting down because he was hit with wave after wave of emotions that weren’t his. It was Nora, she may have looked cool calm and collected, but internally she was beating herself up. Confusion, self loathing, unworthiness, and underneath it all a fierce longing to be loved. He understood what she felt now, but was confused as to why he was feeling it.

They were behind her car so when he got back she was already in her room. T’Challa came up behind him placing a hand on his shoulder as comfort. M’Baku looked back like a lost puppy, unsure how to proceed.

“Let her go, she needs time to sort out her feelings.”

Going to his own quarters he knew when she was sleep because the events of the day finally caught up and exhaustion took hold. He prayed that she would find her way to him, falling asleep wishing she was in his arms.

Chapter Four

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