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[kaash-customs]

The Benefits of Women's Engraved Necklace as a Present

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[gullei]

Elevate Your Style: A Guide to Men's Pendant Necklaces

Men's pendant necklaces have become increasingly popular in the world of fashion and personal expression. With a wide array of options available, there's a pendant style to suit every man's taste and personality. From custom engraved name plate pendants that showcase individuality to edgy bullet pendants that make a bold statement, and even sentimental urn cremation keepsake pendants to honor loved ones, the choices are endless.

1. Custom Engraved Name Plate Pendants: Add a touch of uniqueness to your style with custom engraved name plate pendants. Personalize the pendant with your name, initials, or a significant date to create a fashion accessory that truly represents your identity.

2. Bullet Pendants: For the fashion-forward man who wants to make a statement, bullet pendants offer an edgy and distinctive look. Inspired by military aesthetics, these pendants exude strength and confidence.

3. Urn Cremation Keepsake Pendants: Keep your loved ones close to your heart with urn cremation keepsake pendants. These heartfelt pieces allow you to carry a small portion of ashes or a memento, preserving cherished memories in a stylish and discreet manner.

4. Cross Pendants: A timeless classic, cross pendants symbolize faith and spirituality. Whether it's a simple and understated design or a more elaborate and ornate one, cross pendants add a touch of significance to your ensemble.

5. Dog Tag Pendants: Embrace a rugged and masculine look with dog tag pendants. Originally used by military personnel, these pendants have evolved into a popular fashion statement that complements various outfits.

6. Gemstone Pendants: For a touch of sophistication, gemstone pendants are an excellent choice. From sleek black onyx to vibrant turquoise, gemstone accents can elevate your style and add a pop of color.

7. Celtic Pendants: Celebrate your heritage or appreciation for Celtic art with intricately designed Celtic pendants. These symbols of tradition and craftsmanship are a meaningful addition to any jewelry collection.

8. Shield Pendants: Shield pendants embody strength and protection, making them a perfect choice for those seeking a bold and masculine accessory that exudes confidence.

In conclusion, men's pendant necklaces offer a versatile and stylish way to express individuality and elevate fashion choices. Whether you prefer custom engravings, edgy designs, sentimental keepsakes, or classic symbols, the wide variety of pendant styles ensures that you can find the perfect piece to complement your unique style and personality. So, why not add a touch of sophistication and significance to your look with these popular men's fashion jewelry pieces?

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SPOILED ROTTEN — MIGUEL O'HARA

divider credit: cafekitsune. art of Miguel credit: _insomniac_red_

PARING: miguel o'hara x fem reader

WARNINGS: SMUT!! (18+) porn with a little plot, p in v (wrap it before you tap it folks) dirty talk, swearing, fingering, blowjob, pet names; mi corazon, bebita, mi amor, baby, etc. age gap (miguel is in his early thirties, while the reader is in her early twenties)

SUMMARY Miguel takes you out to celebrate your birthday. A catfight occurs between you and a woman, who thinks you are nothing more than Miguel's trophy wife. Miguel shows you you're much more than that.

WORD COUNT : 6,5k

Notes: English is not my first language, so bear with me. There might be spelling mistakes here and there. Still not over this man after watching ATSV last year. This is probably super messy because I honestly lost track of what I was writing.

Miguel and you were going out to a party to celebrate your birthday. You had dolled yourself up with a black bodycon dress that fit snugly to your slim yet toned body. You wore a pair of black stiletto heels. Miguel had surprised you with a beautiful silver necklace with an 'M' engraved in it, for the initial of his name.

Miguel was your sweet and caring mafia husband. You had known him for around a year now, and he was a couple of years older than you— well over a decade older. ''Do I look good?'' You questioned softly as you did a quick spin, letting out a soft giggle.

A low chuckle escaped Miguel as he pulled your face against his to kiss you softly. He ran a hand up your thigh teasingly before you both walked out the door.

“You look stunning mi corazon, now let’s get a move on before I decide to take you back inside and give you an early birthday present.” You felt your cheeks flush at his words.

Miguel opened the car door for you, smiling that charming smile that made you lose your thoughts. You got in and Miguel followed suit as he settled in next to you in the backseat. ''Thank you for this, by the way. I love it.'' You muttered as you touched the necklace, looking at him with a soft smile.

Miguel's hand placed itself on your thigh, giving a soft squeeze. ''Anything for my beautiful girl. Happy birthday.'' He muttered before pulling you in for a sweet kiss.

When the two of you arrived, there were already a few others there. The place was huge, a mansion that could probably fit in at least a couple of hundred people. Miguel always knew the right places to take you, which wasn't odd: considering he was a mafia boss who had quite the list of contacts, for various things. People flooded in through the large doors, music playing.

Your eyes scanned around the place as you stepped inside, seeing people dressed in fancy attires, which probably cost a fortune

Beautiful women in gorgeous dresses, and men in elegant suits.

''I think I picked a dress that was too short...'' You mumbled, making Miguel chuckle as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, ''Should've picked something even shorter. Give everyone a little show with that pretty little ass of yours.

Your eyes widened as you turned your head, meeting his dark eyes, ''Miguel!'' You exclaimed with a small huff. Miguel smirked as he watched you try and keep yourself presentable.

He took a hold of your hand and kissed your knuckles, grinning. “I have to go say hi to an old friend. Make yourself comfortable.” You hummed at his words, before watching Miguel start to head towards the back of the estate.

You're eyes landed on the small bar by the corner, and you headed over as you were in desperate need of a drink. Miguel's earlier words had made something stir in the pit of your stomach.

''One martini, please.'' You said to the bartender, who nodded while you patiently leaned against the bar counter. You tapped absentmindedly on the wooden surface.

“Hey, sweetie. Why are you standing here all by yourself?” A womanly voice made your head turn, a brunette wearing a gorgeous red maxi dress. Her lips were painted red, matching her dress.

She was beautiful.

She held her own martini in her hand, eying you.

''Just waiting for my drink and my husband,'' You replied back with an awkward smile as your gaze wandered around.

You were never good around huge crowds of people, especially so many gorgeous-looking people that were scattered around the place. Made you feel slightly out of place. You'd been with Miguel for a year, but you were still not used to all this prestige stuff: the riches and all its glory.

“Ohh a husband, huh?” Her eyes narrowed as she looked you up and down. You could tell what she was thinking. Typical gold digger.

“What’s his name?” She asked, the corners of her red lips curving into a smirk. You shifted a little, feeling slightly nervous as she stared at you, almost like she was trying to make you feel small.

''Miguel...'' You replied back nonchalantly as you shifted a bit on your feet, your heels making a clinking noise against the marble floors. You watched as a few men were standing around a couple of strippers who were dancing. Their moves were gracious and alluring: you wished you could dance like that.

“Miguel? Don’t tell me you married the Miguel?” She tilted her head, smirking. It almost sounded like she was shocked by your words. “You’re very lucky, you know that?” Her eyes seemed a tad resentful and jealous at the same time.

''Mhm..'' You simply hummed as you ignored her presence beside you, your eyes continuing to wander around the area as you rubbed your bare arm— a nervous habit you'd have, but you supposed a lot of people did certain things when they were nervous or anxious.

''Here's your drink, miss.'' The bartender's voice broke you out of your little daze as you turned back, ''Thank you.'' You muttered before taking the martini in your hand and taking a sip.

“That man is so fine, I wouldn’t mind getting my hands on him and showing him a good time.” The woman scoffed, laughing to herself. As if she’d even have a chance.

“He must make quite a living, right?” She questioned though it sounded more like a statement than a question. Of course, he did, Miguel was the epitome of money and wealth. But he didn't let it get to his head, which you found endearing.

''And?'' You turned your head to face her, raising an eyebrow.

What was she trying to accomplish?

She huffed, rolling her eyes. “You’re a gold digger. We all know it.” She smirked at her own comment, crossing her arms under her breasts. “You’re obviously only with him because he’s rich.”

Who was we? She had never seen this woman nor any of the other people her in her entire life. So who was she to judge you?

You placed the drink by the counter

''Obviously.'' You mocked back as you rolled your eyes, mimicking her posture as you crossed your arms under your breasts, feeling them push up against the material of your dress.

You loved Miguel, with all your heart and soul. And you couldn't give a flying fuck if he was rich or not, it never mattered to you. All that mattered to you was him. You remember how frightened you were of him when you first met him, and weeks into your marriage you still were. It was an arranged marriage after all. And you hadn't actually wanted to be married, well you did, but on your own terms.

At first, you found him to be an arrogant prick who had a silver spoon shoved so far up his ass. But after a while, you saw a softer side of the man, behind that rough and stoic demeanor. You grew to care and love for the man.

“Hah, well at least you admit it finally.” She groaned, smirking. “You’re pathetic, you know that?” She laughed lightly, looking down at your dress.

“You got the dress to match his money too? Or were you going for a bit of slut in there somewhere?” The comment had caught you off guard, her laugh was a bit too loud for comfort.

This bitch.

You felt your jaw clench as you stared her down. ''Listen here, you perky little bitch. If your goal here is to try and have your pretty little lips wrapped around my husband's cock, you'll have to try better.''You snarled at her as you narrowed your eyes.

“Awe! Aren’t you a feisty one? Come on, you just can’t get enough of the rich and famous, yeah? Just looking for someone to fund your every need and want.”

“You want my advice?” She asked, her demeanor suddenly sweet and bubbly again as she took a step closer “It’s better if you start talking to the strippers here. You and they have more in common than you do me or any of the other women here.” She sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes, waiting for a reaction from you.

Who the hell was she to talk to me like this?

You flinched at her words, taken aback by her blatant rude and berating words, ''Excuse me? How dare you speak to me like that.''

''Damn, don’t get your panties in a twist sweetheart'' She chuckled, taking another step toward you, your faces close. “I know someone as pretty and as young as you has to struggle. Do you not have food to eat at home? Does Daddy not care for you anymore and leave you alone? Is that it little girl?”

That was the tip of the iceberg.

You harshly slapped her across the cheek, sizing her up. ''Don't ever speak to me like that again.'' You spat as you stepped back from her. A few people in the room looked over at the scene, eyes glued as we stared each other down. The woman stood there for a moment, her hand slowly traveling to her cheek before her eyebrows furrowed in anger.

The woman’s face turned bright red, both from embarrassment and rage. She took a few steps towards you, the people surrounding you clearing out quickly, knowing exactly what a heated exchange between the two of you would turn into.

Miguel was nowhere to be seen and that only worried you a little. She pulled herself closer, her words sounding like fire on the tip of her tongue.

''That was a mistake. A huge one. You’re lucky my father taught me restraint'' She hissed, her face almost touching yours, making her teeth and breath seem closer.

''Yeah? Did he now? I don't think he taught his little girl any manners.'' You seethed as you pushed her back, making her stumble against the bar on the side.

The woman stumbled, her dress rising a little more to reveal more of her skin. Her face turned a deeper red due to both the embarrassment and the heat of the situation.

“I can buy you.” She threatened, reaching out a hand, and grabbing your wrist.

“And it wouldn’t take me even a quarter of the money my father has in his back pocket.” She snarled, her grip tightening on your wrist as she squeezed it tightly.

You groaned from the intense pain of having her hand around your wrist, squeezing it. Your mouth was set into a hard line as you stared at the woman before you. ''Let go!'' You snarled as you tried yanking your wrist free. You could stand your own ground, always had. But you knew well enough that Miguel would be furious by this, but it wouldn't be directed towards you.

“Nope.” She chuckled, tightening her grip on your wrist before leaning closer, her nose almost brushing against yours.

“Your just a little bitch.” She hissed, her hand moving to your other wrist as she held both tightly. You let out a soft cry, feeling her grip tighten around your wrist, and would most likely leave faint marks.

“You want to talk about your ‘husband’ Miguel? I’ll take him from you in a heartbeat.” You let out a scoff at her words, making her eyebrows furrow a little, ''You think he wants you? A dried up fucking wrinkly bitch like you?'' You seethed as a mocking smile formed on your face.

She let go of one of your wrists, raising her hand up, about to smack the shit out of you...That's when you heard the loud and firm sound of your husband's voice.

Miguel was now standing there, his broad shoulders towering above the two of you, his face cold with anger. His eyes narrowed at the woman, his mouth set into a hard frown.

“Don't.” He didn’t ask, his tone firm and cold with a slight growl in the back of his throat.

The woman huffed as she dropped her hand, finally letting go of your wrist, but not before turning to you and rolling her eyes. You looked down at your wrists, noticing how they had turned all red and irritated from the grip the woman had on them. You rubbed them, trying to ease the pain. ''Bitch...'' You muttered in a low tone.

''I can see you’re an uneducated little whore who can’t help herself,'' she sneered, her face turning a deeper red as she looked at Miguel. “Oh, did I hit a nerve? Sorry, handsome.''

Miguel rolled his eyes, his hand slowly traveling down to your back while he spoke. “Apologize to my wife.” His tone was still cold and sharp.

You gazed around the area, noticing how everyone was looking at you. This was supposed to be a fun and delightful birthday for you, and yet it had turned into full-on chaos the minute you arrived here.

Your gaze went back to the woman, narrowing your eyes at her. Just the mere thought of this whore trying to get her little mouth anywhere near Miguel's cock, was making you angry.

''I said apologize'' Miguel’s voice turned a lot grittier, the woman noticing how his eyes looked like they were filled with actual hatred towards her.

The woman scoffed, rolling her eyes. “She’s barely your wife!” She hissed, before looking at you.

“How could you even get married to the son of the big boss? You’re not good enough for him, are you?”

Your lips curled up into a smug smirk, ''Is that so? Are you sure you aren't jealous that Miguel's big cock is buried deep inside me every single night, and not inside you?'' You snickered at her, putting on a mocking pout as you stared at her.

''Bebita...'' Miguel warned lowly, despite it he found your words sexy as you put the woman in her place. It made pride stir within him.

You knew she was extremely jealous that you got to have sex with Miguel whenever you wanted and this cheap whore would never even get a glance of his body naked.

You also knew despite your slightly unruly long hair, that you looked so fucking sexy while you were putting this woman in her place.

''Go along. I'm sure your mouth has a better use elsewhere.'' You made a 'shoo' motion with your hand.

The woman’s eyes lit up with rage, and she took a step forward, her face only inches away from yours as Miguel kept his hand on your lower back.

You were both staring each other right in the eyes as her lips started to curl into a small grin and then they widened into a big smile as she laughed.

''I’d gladly take your place. In the bedroom. And I know he’d enjoy it.'' She turned her head to look at Miguel, who was watching the whole scene with a stoic expression.

''Yes, I'm sure he'd very much enjoy someone as loose as you,'' You replied back mockingly.

“At least I’d keep his cock satisfied for more than five seconds,” she chuckled.

''Enough,'' Miguel said, before he sighed, turning to you as he looked at you with concerned eyes. He was always so careful of you, always making sure that you were okay. But he couldn’t stand hearing someone talk to you in such a vile way.

''Come. Outside with me.'' He asked softly, gently taking your hand as he started to walk away. You stared back over your shoulder at the woman with a smirk as you walked away with Miguel. Your stiletto heels made click-clack noises against the floor.

Miguel held your hand as you walked outside with him, the two of you stopping a few meters away from the estate as he sighed and leaned against a tree. He looked at you with concern in his eyes, his lips parting to speak before he shook his head and looked down at the ground.

He chuckled awkwardly, running his free hand through his hair as he let out a sigh. “Let’s forget about that woman back inside, eh, mi amor?”

''Forget who?'' You replied back with a smile on your lips. You snaked your arms around his strong waist.

Miguel huffed, turning his head to look down at you as your lips brushed against his chin.

''That woman was a complete bitch to you.'' His voice sounded almost worried as he looked at you.

He smirked, his own arms snaking around your waist and pulling you against his hard body. “Don’t you feel like you need some sort of revenge?”

''I've got my revenge, right here.'' You let out a soft giggle as you leaned up to press a soft kiss to his lips. And it was true; as that woman wanted nothing more than to spend a night with Miguel, if not more. Your sweet revenge was the fact that he was all yours.

''Hm, true.'' He chuckled, his hand slipping down your back to your hips as the kiss lengthened and you two stayed there under the moonlight together.

His free hand held the hem of your dress, gently lifting it to reveal more and more leg as his eyes locked onto yours.

A soft kiss on your cheek as he looked back at you. “My naughty, naughty wife…”

''You're the one trying to take my dress off, right here in the open.'' You chuckled softly as you stared up at him. ''Plus, I'm not wearing any panties,'' You whispered, your tone sultry.

“How scandalous.”

Miguel continued to look at you as his hand continued to travel up your thigh, moving ever so gently. His voice was now a lot lower with lust in it yet it was full of playful sarcasm.

''Maybe I’ll just have to bend you over this tree and show you how naughty your husband thinks you are.''

''Yeah?'' You looked up at him as you slotted your bottom lip between your teeth.

God... you wanted nothing more than him to stuff his thick cock inside you, right here. You stared up at him with doe eyes, an almost pleading look in them. ''I want it. Please.'' One hand slipped from around his neck and down towards his crotch, palming his cock through his dress pants, making him let out a soft groan as you simply stared up at him with an innocent look.

He was already so hard, the little brawl inside and the way you had put that woman in her place had made him extremely horny, but there was nowhere that was far enough away from the estate to get some privacy. Not with guests still arriving.

His eyes locked onto you as he tried fighting back his urges, his breathing steady as he spoke. “Wait til we get home. Don’t torture me like this, mi corazon.”

''Then take me home, show me how good you can fuck me.'' You purred and that's all it took for him, ''Anything for the birthday girl.'' He said before quickly hauling you up into his arms, making you squeal as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

''You were so sexy back there,'' Miguel muttered as he carried you through the large lawn. His words make a cheeky smile form on your lips, ''Yeah? Made you all *hard*, hm?''

''You have no idea.''

You sat in the car next to Miguel, staring out of the window as you passed by different cars and buildings and such. You fiddled with your hands as you thought back to what that woman had said about you.

Gold digger.

Sure, you stood your ground and wouldn't take any bullshit from anyone, yet the words she had said had stung. And it had made your head spiral. You turned to look at Miguel, ''Baby...'' His head turned and his dark brown eyes met your own eyes.

''Si? What is it, mi amor?'' He questioned as he placed his hand on your thigh, giving it a soft squeeze. ''You don't think I'm a gold digger right?'' You mumbled as you looked at him, and his eyebrows furrowed, confused by your words.

''What? Why would you say something like that? No, no of course I don't think you're a gold digger, bebita.'' He reached up to place his hand against your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone.

''It's just... the woman—'' He cut you off, placing his finger over your lips to silence you. ''Don't listen to whatever that vile woman said. You're anything but.'' He reassured as his eyes softened, ''I know you love me, and I love you. No one's going to come in between that, okay?''

You nodded as he spoke, ''I know.'' Miguel didn't seem fully convinced that you believed his words, and he took your hand in his, placing it against his chest. You felt his heart going thump thump against the palm of your hand, as his own hand rested over yours.

''My heart beats for you, and you only.'' His words were reassuring and so gentle and sweet, and you knew that you had the best husband in the whole wide world.

''So does mine.''

The car stopped outside your shared mansion and Miguel gave you a soft kiss on the forehead before stepping out. He reached his hand out for you to take, and you gladly did before letting out a soft gasp as Miguel hauled you up into his arms.

''Miggy!'' You exclaimed as you wrapped your arms around his neck, looking at him with wide eyes. ''My beautiful bebita is not walking a single step.'' He smirked as he looked down at you, though his dark brown eyes softened the more he looked at your face.

''You're making me feel like a queen today.'' You muttered as Miguel carried you into the house, ''Just do today? I thought I always made you feel like a queen.'' His playful jab at you made you roll your eyes.

''You always make me feel like a queen.'' You corrected yourself and Miguel looked at you with a prideful smile. He carried you up the large stairwell before walking down the hallway to your shared bedroom.

''I have one more present for you.'' He said as he placed you down on the large king-sized bed, making your eyebrows furrow, ''Miggy, you already gave me this beautiful necklace. I don't need anything more from you, I just need you.'' Your words were soft and sincere as you looked at him.

Miguel let out a small chuckle as he bent down to give you're cheek a kiss, then the other, before his lips met yours, ''You deserve everything there is in the world. Mi precioso.'' You're stomach fluttered at his words as he pulled away from your lips.

''Stay right here, I'm gonna go and get it,'' Miguel said, his words sweet yet commanding at the same time. So you sat there and waited as he headed out of the bedroom. You took off your heels in the meantime, and oh did it feel good to get them off.

What had he gotten you?

Miguel came back after a few minutes, and your head perked up as he stepped back into the bedroom, with a glittery black box in his hands. You shifted a little on the bed, watching as Miguel crouched down in front of you, before extending his hands towards you, presenting it to you.

''Happy birthday, mi amor.'' Miguel said with a wide smile on his lips as you took the box from his hands, ''Thank you, baby.'' You muttered softly before you opened the lid of the box, settling it next to you on the bed. You removed the black tissue paper sheets, and your eyes widened at the sight.

You plucked out what was in the box, ''Miguel...'' You started at the pretty black lacy two-piece set of lingering, it was pretty yet so sexy as well. ''I love it!'' You exclaimed as you turned to look at him and he chuckled at how happy you seemed by it; just how he hoped you'd be.

Miguel leaned up to brush some hair away from your face, before leaning in to whisper in your ear, ''I want you to wear that when I fuck you.’’ His words sent chills down your spine, making you shudder.

''Put it on bebita.'' Miguel placed a soft kiss below your ear before pulling back and getting back up on his feet. ''Okay, I'll be right back.'' You mumbled before taking the two-piece set with you and heading into the bathroom.

The thought of Miguel having bought you a present, and fuck you senseless with it on made heat pool between your legs. You slipped the straps of the dress off of your shoulders, reaching to your back to drag the zipper down. You shimmied out of it, letting it pool to the floor.

You gazed at yourself in the mirror, taking in your flushed cheeks and pink lips; you look disheveled and you hadn't even been fucked yet.

''You almost done? I can barely wait.'' You heard Miguel's voice outside the bathroom door, ''Give me a minute.''

You slipped on the new set, taking yet another glance at yourself in the mirror. The lingering set fits snugly on your body, showing off your curves in just the right way.

Damn, I looked fucking hot.

You took a deep breath before opening the bathroom door and stepping out. Miguel was seated on the bed, having slipped off his tie, and opened a few of the buttons on his tight-fitted black dress shirt. The man was the epitome of sexiness. His eyes landed on you as you stepped out, and you caught his dark brown eyes looking even darker as he stared at you.

''Fuck, look at you.'' He purred as his eyes raked over your body, his tongue coming out to lick over his bottom lip. It was like he was devouring you by just looking at you, and that alone made you sure that you looked amazing in the lingering.

''You like it?'' You questioned as you did a quick twirl, making Miguel let out a small growl. ''Do I like it?'' He said as he got up from the bed, walking over to you. His larger and taller frame loomed over you, almost enveloping you.

''I fucking love it. God, you look so good.'' He placed his hands on your hips, his hands squeezing at the flesh. ''Could practically eat you up.'' He said gruffly as he stared down at you.

You looked up at him, ''You've been so sweet to me. Let me repay you, baby.'' You didn't let him respond as you sunk down to your knees in front of him, with doe eyes as you grabbed onto his belt buckle. Your eyes were locked onto his as you unbuckled his belt, and undid the zipper of his pants.

You licked at your lips, ''Can I?'' You questioned in such a soft and innocent tone.

“You can have anything you want,” He muttered, trying to remain calm for your sake if you were even aware of what you were doing to him.

You bit down on your bottom lip as you dragged down his pants along with his boxer briefs, letting them pool at his ankles. Your mouth was salivating at the sight before you. His cook stood tall, practically begging to be worshipped. ''Have you been this hard since the party?'' You questioned softly, your eyes gleaming as they flitted up to meet his own dark brown ones.

''Ever since you put on that pretty little dress of yours'' Miguel placed his hand underneath her chin, pulling your chin up slightly.

''Gonna take me like a good girl, hm?'' His body began to quiver at the thought of you taking all of him down your throat. He felt almost powerless with the way you looked up at him.

'Yes.'' You purred as you looked up at him. He traced his long digit over your bottom lip, before tucking it slowly into your mouth. You stared up at him with blown-out eyes, your cheeks a rosy hue as you began to suck at his finger. The whole scene was sensual and so erotic.

The act itself made Miguel's cock twitch with anticipation and need. His tip leaking with pre-cum. “Just as eager as I thought you’d be.” He muttered as he watched you.

''Always eager to take anything you give me, papi,'' You muttered softly as he slid his finger out of your mouth with a pop. He traced his wet finger over your swollen lips, making you whine softly. ''Need you to fill my mouth up,'' You whined once more, eagerly shuffling closer to his cock.

You looked perfect, on your knees, your lips parted, and looking up at him.

''Need to make you feel good. Been taking care of me so well.'' You purred softly before you wrapped your delicate small hand around his shaft and inched it closer to your mouth. You stared up at him as you wrapped your lips around him, taking all of him in.

You let out a small gag sound as he hit the back of your throat, saliva trickling down the side of your mouth and down her chin. You pulled him out of your mouth, letting out a small cough. It certainly had been a while since you'd done this.

''Sorry.''' You mumbled sheepisly.

His hand caressed the back of your head, as his breathing grew heavier. “S’okay, you’re…you’re doing fine.” He panted out, fighting back the urge to not just take what he wanted, the urge to push you down further on his cock.

''Go slow, bebita. No need to strain yourself.''

You licked at your lips, taking a deep breath as you took him back into your mouth. The sound of gurgling and gagging bounced off the walls, as well as Miguel's groans and growls as you continued to suck him off.

He held the back of your head, gripping onto your hair as he guided your head up and down on him. ''So good for me. Taking my cock like the good girl you are.'' His words only spurred you on, making her moan as you sucked on him, tongue swirling against his cock.

Your eyes started to tear up as you steadied your hands on his thighs. Miguel's praises were going straight to your core; making you even more wet than you already was, if that was possible.

A few of his grunts and groans escaped his mouth, the sounds were loud and evident, and he couldn’t do anything but grip your hair harder. It felt good.

''Keep going... feels so good... yeah that's it,'' Miguel growled as he pushed your head further down on him, feeling him hitting the back of your throat continuously. ''Fuck... gonna cum.'' Miguel's head tilted back as his hips pushed against your mouth before he let out a guttural moan as he came. His body shuddering as his hand in your hair felt almost painful but pleasurable at the same time.

You swallowed the salty substance before taking his cock out of your mouth with a pop.

You stared up at him with glossy eyes, her cheeks a red hue and your skin covered in a thin layer of sweat. Miguel was panting and coming down from his climax. ''Did I do good?'' You questioned softly, as you licked over your lips.

Miguel opened his eyes slowly, looking down at you, his lips curling into a small smile. He brushed away a stray piece of hair from your face.

“Mi amor, you did more than good,” He muttered, before tucking his cock back into his pants.

Miguel helped you up from the floor, your legs a little wobbly and your knees feeling a little bruised due to having them pressed onto the hard floor. ''You always taste so good when you come in my mouth,'' You muttered softly. Miguel pulled her into a soft kiss, cradling the back of your head as you whined into his mouth.

Miguel pulled away from her swollen lips, before bending down a little to reach out to the back of your knees, hauling you over his shoulder like you were a sack of potatoes. A soft giggle escaped your lips as he carried you over to the bed.

You let out a small oof as you landed on the soft mattress of your king-sized bed. You shuffled closer to the pillows, letting out a soft sigh as you snuggled up to them.

Miguel lifted and unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his tan and muscular upper body, before chucking it onto the floor. Miguel's eyes widened a little as you noticed a new scar on one of his shoulder blades. That wasn't there before.

You shuffled to the edge of the bed, settling yourself onto your knees. ''Did you get that one when you were away for the week?'' You questioned softly, your eyes locked on the scar on his shoulder blade. It was a nasty scar, and Miguel was a mafia boss. Of course, he indulged in dangerous things. It was a part of what he did.

A soft smile curled on his lips, but it grew tight with pain as he remembered where the scar came from. “Yeah…” He muttered, sitting on the edge of the bed to remove his sleek black shoes.

He let out a small sigh, his fingers tracing the scar as he listened to your soft voice. “Bullet wound. Took it on that last job.” He muttered, sounding distant, the scar was still fresh, and he was still learning to cope with the reminder of their failed operation.

You moved closer to him, settling yourself behind him, your arms wrapping around him. You leaned down to place a soft kiss on the scar, humming softly. ''Did you at least get the fucker who gave you that?'' You placed your chin on his shoulder, tilting your head a little to meet his eyes.

“Yeah,” Miguel mumbled, taking a deep breath before he spoke again. “Beat the information out of him.”

A hand came up to cup the back of your head, his fingers threading themselves through your hair.

''Damn... didn't know my husband could resort to such violence. It's sexy.'' You purred as you leaned into to kiss his cheek, before pulling away and falling back against the bed with a soft giggle.

Miguel chuckled at your words, before standing up and removing his pants, leaving him in his black boxer briefs, before stepping back over to the bed and sliding in beside you. His chest pressed up against your back, as he moved some hair away from your neck before leaning down to place wet kisses against your neck.

You hummed softly as he pressed himself more up against you, feeling his hardening cock press against the material of your underwear. ''Mhmm.... Miguel.'' You mumbled as you closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling of his lips on your neck, and his cock pressing up against the globes of your ass.

His hand snaked around your waist, skimming down to the waistband of your underwear, before slipping inside. You instinctively spread your legs a little, giving him more room to explore. His fingers found your clit, dragging two of his digits through your soaked slit. ''So wet for me, hm?'' He crooned into your ear and you only whined in response, your back pressing up against his chest.

''You like that, mi corazon?'' He asked, mumbling against your neck. You nodded, as you spread your legs wider for him. Miguel stopped, as he grabbed your jaw with his free hand and made you look at him. ''Use your words.''

''Yes, I do...'' You said softly, almost like you were embarrassed. Miguel couldn't help but smile as he went back to circling his fingers over her clit. Your soft little whimpers drove him wild, and he wanted to hear more. He slid one finger inside you, pulling back to watch your face. You bit your lip and closed your eyes, and the sight drove him feral.

''Mierda, you're beautiful,'' Miguel said, pushing his finger a little deeper inside of you, curling it. After a while, your moans were growing louder as he added another finger. Your hand grabbed at his wrist, but he kept going, going faster. Your back arched against him,, and your moans reached a higher pitch.

''You're doing so well for me.'' He whispered, nipping at your neck. ''You're such a good slut for me, hm?''

''Yes... oh god.... please don't stop.'' You replied, your legs closing up around his hand as the pleasure built. Miguel nudged you to open with his free hand, holding onto your inner thigh as he watched your face contort in pleasure.

''Be a good girl and come all over my fingers. So I can lick it all up after.'' Miguel purred as he continued to thrust two of his fingers up into you, feeling his curl and twist his wrist, hitting that spongy spot.

''Miggy... gonna come.'' You whined as you arched into his chest once more. ''Not yet, need to fill this pussy up with my cock first.'' He muttered into your ear, voice sultry and sexy. Miguel removed his fingers from your aching pussy, making you whine at the loss of contact. Your head tilted a little to the side, seeing him slip his two fingers into his mouth, tasting your essence. The sight made you bite your lip.

Miguel took out his hardening cock from his boxers, before nudging the head between her folds, coating it in her slickness. ''You ready?'' He questioned and you hummed in response, ''Yes, please. I need it, need you.'' Miguel didn't need any more confirmation than that, as he slowly nudge the head of his cock into your tight and wet hole.

Your hand gripped around the bed sheets, head tilting back against his chest as he slid into you, slowly. ''Fuck you're tight, bebita.'' Miguel groaned as he pushed in further, feeling your walls clamping around him, squeezing him.

His hand snaked around your waist, holding onto you as he let you adjust to him before slowly rutting his hips against you. Your hand wrapped around his arm that laid around your waist, nails digging into his skin. ''So good... faster,'' Miguel growled at your words as he started quickening his pace, his balls slapping against your ass as he slid in and out of you.

''This pussy was made for me. Just me.'' Miguel said as his breathing quickened, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling up the room. ''Just you.'' You echoed back as you felt yourself reaching your climax. Miguel could feel it too as you squeezed around him.

''You close?'' He rasped into your ear, ''Yeah... close.''

Miguel almost slid out of you before slamming back in, making you jolt as a wanton moan slipped from your lips. ''Then cum, want you cumming all over my cock. Milk me dry, bebita.'' And that's all it took before the coil in your stomach snapped and your orgasm washed over you, nails digging harder into the flesh of Miguel's arm.

Your buddy shuddered and twitched as your vision went white for a second, feeling your body slowly come down from the high. ''That's it, good girl.'' Miguel cooed as he continued to thrust into you, reaching for his own release.

And he wasn't far behind before he emptied himself inside you with a growl, painting your walls white. Your chest heaved up and down as Miguel slipped his cock out of you, feeling his cum dripping out from you and down your inner thigh. Miguel reached his hand down between your thighs, collecting your cum and his before pushing two of his digits inside, making you whine at how sensitive you were.

He leaned over and grabbed your chin, turning your face to meet his as he pulled you into a searing kiss. Your hand came up to the side of his face, slipping up into his dark luscious locks as you hummed against his lips.

He pulled away, putting both hands on your cheeks as he cradled your face in his hands, ''Happy birthday, mi corazon.''

[puripurin]

SHOWMANSHIP [🎊🎉770 Followers Special🎉🎊] [PT. 1]

➥ Yan!Ringmaster x Acrobatic!Reader

➥ Summary :- Like always, misfortune almost always has a choke hold on the reader, so you get sold to a circus for the meer sum of 1,250 dollers.

— "IS THAT ALL I'M WORTH TO YOU??" You boomed at your parents, grateful for the bars that so kept you a foot's distance from ripping your parents to shreads.

"Honey, listen -" Your father was brutally cut off by your untamed anger radiating off of the walls, screeching so loud that it made the cell bars vibrate momentarily afterwards. There was no way in hell this man was trying to butter you up after selling you off.

"No. YOU listen to me, you wasteful, unwanted sperm doner. YOU could've worked me to the BONE, and I would have forgiven you because we still need a roof over our heads, but to sell me to some random-ass person who probably smells like your fuckin' toe jam for a mere sum of 1,250 DOLLARS!??? You hurled insults at your parents left and right, only recieving furious stares in return.

"[Y/N]! That is no way to speak to your father! We were low on funds, and our payment was due soon." She stepped forward with a sharp expression engraved in her face.

"LOW ON FUNDS!?!? WAS IT YOUR GRAND PLAN TO SELL ME FOR JUST 1,250 DOLLARS??"

Your intermittent breathing became the only thing that was stopping you from going over the edge of insanity town. Your parents stood without motion, their eyes locked on you as if they weren't the ones who should've been in the cell instead.

"...Don't you want your due payments to disappear? That's rich, how ironic, huh? Or maybe you two were just waiting on an opportunity to make me disappear?!?!"

Without waiting for a response, you slammed your hand on the part of the iron bars closest to their faces, getting surprised fast blinks from your mother. Her pride lasting in all of this was honestly pissing you off.

"YOU FLABBY-ASS-HAVING CUNT! YOU COULD HAVE NEGOTIATED FOR MORE MONEY!! IT'S NO WONDER WHY YOU HAD TO BRING THAT CHEAP-ASS PEARL NECKLACE, BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO NEARSIGHTED TO SEE THAT THE PRICE TAG WAS ONLY FOR 8 DOLLARS. FUCKIN' BRAGGING TO THE BAND OF THE BITCHES HOW YOU WE'RE ABLE TO BUY AN 8K PEARL NECKLACE KNOWING DAMN WELL YOUR ASS IS SO POOR THAT YOU HAD TO ASK ME TO PAY FOR THAT SHIT BECUASE YOU ONLY HAD 2 GODFORSAKEN DOLLARS IN THAT RIP-OFF CHANEL BAG." You sneered at the woman who was shaking in frustration.

"Dear, there is no worry for this... thing anymore. Our twin daughters will pave the way for greatness, bringing wealth and fortune to our name. Their talents and beauty hold no bounds." The woman looked over at her husband as you glared at them before you as if they were brainless, dilapidated creatures.

"Keep on sweet talking to them like that, and they'll end up in jail for homicide." You held up a middle finger and walked to a corner of the cell. You heard them spit in the front of the gate to your cell as they left. Silence then engulfed your surroundings.

No more of your parents' nagging and selfish tendancies. It was because of them that you could never look at your early twenties with fond memories. Looking back, you could have been partying and romancing other people, yet all you were promised was work, work, and more work. The pressure of trying to make money for your teen siblings and parents was exhausting, especially when your mother was spending more than you could make. That was how you got an earful from both your parents and siblings when they found out that the family's credit score was so low that it practically nestled right beside the dogshit on the side of the road.

"Fuck. This fucking sucks..." You couldn't hold back the resentment that forced themselves out your eyes in beads of tears. You were already at 26, with no job, no car, no money, no partner, and worth only 1,250 dollars. The path you walked on was not one adorned for the bunnies and butterflies, but rather, was draped in colourless desperation and pure survival.

"At least an arranged marriage would've given me the things I worked so hard for! But no! They just want me to die miserable and poor!"

"Awe, is my new performer preaching about death? My, a face like yours would be a total waste in a casket." The voice of a man echoed through the cell, almost making you jump out of your skin. He appeared almost instantaneously before your cell gate; he was dressed in an array of red, black, and white with an assortment of ruffles.

"You! YOU SCUMMY BASTARD! JUST WAIT 'TIL I HAVE YOUR HEAD ON A PLATTER TO FEAST ON!" You stormed your way back to the front of your cell and looked him directly in the eyes.

"Ah... I'm sure you would enjoy that, but alas, that mouth of yours is a bit rotten, would some chlorine and a scrub daddy do the trick?" The man's face held no defining emotion that represented what he was saying to you.

"You... YOU--"

"I suggest you quit the smack talk, unless you prefer to continue and be thrown out of my establishment; can't make quality meat without an obedient animal, am I right?" Even if his facial expression didn't change, you could tell that his words were looking to strangle you if you refused to take heed to them.

"Ah, right, before I leave, I have assigned you as an acrobatics trainee; our last acrobat died of... unforseen events." He paused before chuckling and waltzing out of sight. Making you alone in the cell once more.

You just plopped right on the ground in realization. This was your life now. Just a minute ago you got sold to some freak by your idiotic parents, and now, you were going to be one of the acrobatics in a circus that you didn't even know the name of? You could only pity yourself.

It had been a few weeks since you came here, and all you had been doing was practicing acrobatics with the help of the others. Furthermore, since that unfaithful day when you were sold, it was your decision to just stop talking altogether. If no one was hearing your voice, then what was the point?

"Ah, [Y/N]... have you finished up on your practice for today?" A young woman came over to you. It was Ellen, one of the acrobatics that taught you all the basics, from balancing on a beam to how to quickly put on different costumes in between performances.

You acknowledged her for her determination, even after entering into the circus at a young age. Though, what you wish you had was her ability to not complain and take things as they were. Alas, that was something Ellen had shown you that you hadn't observed from a person in ages; endurance.

You gave her a small smile and nodded. She brightened up before motioning you to come over to the schedule, which displayed all the events that were to partake following each day. You noticed that there was no last month performance mentioned on the chart.

Last month's performances were big and grand compared to the regular performances, which had more repetitive and basic performances. With all that in mind, you still couldn't participate in them because you were new, but soon you would participate within the next month or so.

"Ah, the other ringmaster has yet to meet you, by the way. He's been gone for a while now. He's the one who can conduct the monthly performances..." Ellen slowly stopped talking, mentally debating with herself with something before refraining on speaking as her grim face turned into one of happiness.

"Ah, right, it's almost time for the show to start, so I need to go this time. You are responsible for ensuring that the children are safe when they are watching the show." Right, you almost forgot about the children that were here. They were either sold to here or just given to the circus. They either had deformities or just had albinism. In total, there were 8 children that you needed to watch over.

You nodded once more and left to change out of the plain acrobatic suit that you wore for practice. Obviously, you had some different coloured ones, but those were strictly for performances.

Once you stepped into the changing room, you deflated and rubbed your face, which was buring from trying to hold back your tears. You sat there as streaks of tears slid down your face.

It was hard for you to just be happy about the situation. It was a struggle to just even have a neutral look on your face, to seem unbothered, to seem as if you were taking the situation well. The reason you gave for becoming selectively mute was only half of the reason. It was partially because almost every day your throat would tighten up from the never ending fear of living like this.

There were nice people, of course, but was it enough for you to accept this situation? The pain of realizing over and over again that your family betrayed you for such a little amount was painful. Even if they mistreated you, you only want to go back to the times when everything was much simpler.

You sniffled and checked the time and noticed that 10 minutes had passed. That was enough crying time for today because you weren't going to get beaten for not taking care of the children this time. Babysitting children comes first, money is second, and depression is last. That crazy psycho of a manager won't let anything slide under the rug, so you had to be on your tippie toes.

There were a bunch of mini humans wandering about, but not out of your sight, of course. You sat on a wooden bench backstage amongst the junk pile, where all sorts of thrown out props and costumes entangled themselves into one giant monster-like concoction. It was enough to keep the children entertained, and so you had a portion of your job cut out for you.

One of the 8 children was a little, baby boy, the youngest of the batch; he snuggled into your chest, feeling the warmth radiating from you.

"Ah, are you babysitting?" A man, with long hair spoke up from beside you. You hadn't noticed when he sat down. You shook your head in reply, raising an intrigued response from the man.

"Not quite a speaker, are you? I see. You must be [Y/n], then. I am Mathew Alabaster, one of the ringmasters in this lovely establishment." You raised a brow at the 'lovely establishment' part, but Mathew didn't mind, well, more like he didn't have the mind to notice.

You hadn't seen him before, and it seemed as though he shared resemblance with that of the ringmaster you met on your first day in the cell.

"Right, so how well are you fitting into your role? I assume it's daunting because you get to be hung high in the air with nothing but your skills and aura whilst the floor's comfort lulls and beckons you to just... drop." The man smiled at you, but for an odd reason; he had an off-putting look in his eyes...

Pt 1 cus I ain't writing allat rn. Also I'm so so super duper sorry for not posting in decades! (Esp @emptybrain01, it was only recently i saw your comments! Im so so sorry 💀💀💀💀) Obviously I've been on tumblr for a short period of time, but like, I was just lazy on top of me having no time on the weekend because I'm making a cosplay and I have to study during the week, along with upcoming tests and a big exam next year. Basically my hobbies take up more time than I have.

So maybe next year ill disappear for a while cos i hv a shit ton of stuff to do.

But I'll take requests instead of just thinking about a character and making a smol story for them.

Also once more, thank you for following me and getting to 770+ followers (its now 831) even if i don't post much. I would also like to thank my friend Syren, who has access to my account and sees all my shit 💀, for editing this work!

Thank you all!

[muldermuse]

Happy Valentine's (Gator Tillman X F!Reader)

Glenda plans a Valentine's evening for her and Gator. He has other plans.

Warnings: this is written from Glenda's POV at first so is more angsty than usual. as aforementioned, reader and gator are t e r r i b l e people. infidelity as always. i used the upsetting gift narrative from love actually (im so sorry). nsfw!!! mdni!!! no explicit smut written but heavily suggested at. unhappy ending- sorry my loves.

this is the song from the end 🫶

as always, part of the two sinners world ❤️

The table had been ready since 2pm, and finishing touches had been added all day but the table just began to look more cluttered with pink. Glenda had added homemade cupcakes and macaroons as well as a variety of photos of her and Gator. The usually drab and beige-colored dining room had been transformed into something from an awful teenage rom-com. Pink heart balloons floated up to the ceiling with hundreds of rose petals covering the stained wooden floor. Roy had gone out of town so Glenda had taken the full day to make the ranch a romantic paradise to celebrate the 14th February. This was the couple’s third Valentine’s Day and Glenda was sure that Gator was going to propose tonight, well, Roy had hinted as much. 

Glenda had dressed herself in her white newest cardigan with a muted pink dress underneath. She wore the perfume that Gator seemed to acknowledge more and spent more time than usual pushing her blonde hair from her face. She’d bought Gator a new wallet, his name precisely sewn in by luxurious thread and a bottle of his favourite whiskey with a crystal tumbler with his name engraved. Gator had no idea about the gifts but Glenda had a rough idea of what Gator had bought her. To Glenda, Gator was great at many things but discretion was not one of them. Maybe Gator wanted Glenda to know? She couldn’t look inside, it wouldn’t be very Christian of her but she could at least admire the bag. It was a boutique just outside of town, they sold bespoke jewellery as well as some lingerie but Glenda and her girlfriends always averted their eyes at that. Since seeing the bag, Glenda had spent nearly every day looking in the store, trying to figure out what her complex boyfriend might have got her. Maybe a necklace? Maybe some undergarments? Maybe her engagement ring had been in this very store?

She couldn’t wait for him to get home.

Glenda had no idea that you’d been texting Gator all day and he was planning on spending the full night with you.

***

The helium from the balloons seeped out without Glenda noticing. The non alcoholic sparkling wine, which was chilled, was now lukewarm. The Etta James record had stopped spinning, she’d restarted it after it played out every time but for the last two hours, she just listened to noise of the cattle outside. Gator’s phone was going straight to answer phone, he’d text her a few hours ago that he would be home soon. It was now just after 9. He finished work at 5. Where was he?

The sky above was black and looked starless. 

There was nothing shining down on her tonight. 

Every light outside was the brightest she’d ever seen. Did Gator’s patrol car have bright lights? How had she never noticed this? She’d called reception at the station and Amy had the same tone of voice as she usually did when Glenda routinely made this call.

“Has he not come home again?”

“I swear Glenda, he left right on time- no reports of any collisions so it should’ve been a smooth run”

“You need to have a chat with him Glenda, this isn’t fair- talk to his daddy. He’ll beat it outta him”

Glenda wasn’t sure if she had suspicions about Gator or not. She honestly wouldn’t allow herself to even consider it, he would never do anything. What would he even be doing? He could’ve been at the bar with an old school buddy or maybe he’s back at the shooting range. His job was so stressful, he needed chance to unwind and how could she deprive him of that?

***

Gator came round to you as soon as he finished work, you heard the tyres squeal as he braked with force from the speed of his patrol car racing down your suburban street. You’d been teasing him all day, sending lingerie pics from as early as 10 this morning.

[sent at 10:32] You: ok, so i think my boobs look amazing in this

[sent at 10:32] You: image attached

[sent at 10:33] You: but my ass looks unreal in this- right???

[sent at 10:33] You: image attached

[recieved at 10:35] Gator🐍💩: got a lonnnnnng fuckin day ahead- don’t do this

[sent at 11:04] You: ur my valentine right???? i bought this just for u :(

[sent at 11:05] You: image attached

[recieved at 11:56] Gator🐍💩: make sure the doors unlocked at 5. cya then. b good.

He tried to hide the smirk from his face as he text Glenda he’d be home late.

You’d chosen your new lingerie set for him, it was baby pink and had dark hearts sewn in. Your hair was half up half down and slightly curled with a pink bow firmly secured with pins. You looked amazing, you had to admit that it was some of your best work. You’d poured a big glass of whiskey for Gator and left it on the cabinet next to your bedroom door. He’d love that little touch.

The pink tapered candles fluttered and the miscellaneous sexy playlist hummed through the speakers. As soon as you heard Gator slam your front door, you’d arched your back so the first thing he saw when he entered would be your ‘please fuck me’ eyes and the second would be your ass positioned high in the air. You smirked in anticipation.

“Fuckin’ hell baby- tha’s a sight for sore eyes” Gator swallowed half the whiskey in one gulp. He hissed as the liquid slid down his parched throat.

“You like your present?” remaining in your arched position, you shook your ass at him and smiled hearing him groan in response

He slammed the glass down; now empty after one final sip. He sneered at you as his eyes followed yours, he loved you like this, so pretty and complaint. He gripped your hair in his fist and pulled you up to his face; you could smell the heat of the whiskey on his tongue. 

“Y’wanna know what I want for my present baby?” his grip tightened in your perfectly pruned hair, and your eyes rounded in response, prompting an answer.

“I want you to be a good girl f’me, all night long” his other hand clasped around your chin, tilting your lips up to his. The caliber of kiss was synonymous with Gator: it was rough, passionate, and filled with a desperate desire for control. His tongue slid against yours and you could now taste the spice of the whiskey on his tongue, along with the artificial taste of whatever disgusting vape he’d been sucking all day. Spit trailed between your lips as you pulled away.

“M’gonna be good, Sir- all night, I promise” 

He mumbled a final "good girl" against your lips, kissed you quick, and pushed you back against your cream coloured linen. His ravenous eyes never left yours as he pulled his belt out of its loops, “s’gonna be a long night for you, baby”

***

You must have dozed off on his chest, you awoke to the feeling of his heart pumping and the sound of him taking a drag on some god awful vape. God, he irritated you so much. Your throat felt sore, presumably a mix of Gator’s strong hand wrapped around it and how much of the evening you’d spent crying out his name in pleasure. He smelt of sex- the whole room did. The bedsheets long forgotten as they kept getting in the way of the two of you trying to fuck each other as hard as you could. The playlist had moved onto something more romantic and you were too exhausted to feel uncomfortable. It was Norah Jones- Come away with me.

‘While I’m safe there in your arms’

Gator was too content to leave, he was vaping to try to stop himself from falling asleep in the cozy comfort of your room. He’d cum across your face and your tits, he could feel it drying against his side as you fell into a brief sleep. He knew you were awake now, your breathing had become slightly more laboured. Gator knew you were building up the courage to ask him to leave. You never liked it when it got like this. It was so easy when he was fucking you, when he had your ponytail wrapped around his hand and was using it as leverage to fuck you with everything he had- that was what you enjoyed the most. But, this is what he enjoyed the most.

He had to tell you about what he’d bought you.

‘So all I ask is for you’

The bag alone was beautiful, it was from the boutique outside of town. You’d never even considered going inside, it always looked too expensive and you didn’t like to be surrounded by pretty, delicate things. 

Too scared of them shattering.

Too scared of breaking something beyond repair.

‘To come away with me in the night’

It was a necklace. And god, it was gorgeous. It was a simple silver pendant with small diamonds embedded and the heart in the middle was solid silver. Even in the dim light of your bedroom; its beauty radiated. You’d had gifts from guys before but nothing ever, ever like this. You swallowed the lump in your throat. This wasn’t right.

Fuck, this was a mistake.

Gator’s voice broke the crippling silence.

“As soon as I saw it, it reminded me of you” he placed a soft kiss against your temple “s’beautiful like you”. His voice was gentle and tender. 

It was too much.

You had to shatter it.

‘Come away with me’

“Give this to Glenda- I, uh, I don’t want it” you felt too vulnerable; you couldn’t look at him. “M’not your girlfriend Gator, give it to her”.

You placed the necklace in the palm of his hand with care, already feeling immense guilt and regret but you couldn’t go back. 

Gator got dressed whilst you sat in your en-suite bathroom, pretending not to care about him. You did, of course. You cared too much. After Gator drove away, you re-entered the bedroom, the music had stopped and the candles had burned out into unlit nubs. You didn’t bother to remake your bed, you just crawled into the warm spot Gator had left and tried not to lament.

***

Glenda loved the necklace that much that the thoughts of the abandoned Valentine’s Day dinner dissipated from her mind. Gator was the kind man she always knew he was and this beautiful gift had confirmed it. 

Gator climbed into bed and immediately turned away from Glenda. He couldn’t look at her. The necklace wasn’t for her. 

She was wearing your necklace.

You should have been wearing his heart.

[webbluvrsugar]

where would our multifandom boys take you on a date? (100 followers special!)

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Rafe Cameron

> would take you on a fancy date on one of the restaurants you like, buy you some jewellery with his initials engraved or maybe even some diamonds, make sure you’re well fed and drunk off champagne before he takes you back home and fucks you good against the sheets.

> if you’ve been dating for a while (probably s3 rafe), I can also see him taking you on a boat ride on his yacht at night and propose to you right there, and he’s not usually sappy, but the sex that night is different, it’s slow and precise, one of his hands holding yours as the moonlight shines above you both and you can hear the shore in the background — aaaaah dying.

JJ Maybank

> we all know he doesn’t have much money but he’ll still try and make it special, I can totally see it being a beach date, he’ll probably want you to have fun so he’ll teach you something new, maybe you’ll learn how to surf.

> you spend the whole day there, just running and goofing around with him and it’s honestly one of the best dates you’ve had because it feels so real, so when the night comes and you’re laying next to each other, eating some type of fruit you’ve cut for him, he pulls a golden necklace out of his pocket that you’re not so sure how he could afford it, but he’s happy, he stares at you expectantly, so you don’t question it and you take it, kissing sweetly after.

Pope Heyward

> I can imagine picnic dates or maybe even just chilling anywhere with him already becomes a date, but he wants it to feel nice and he wants you to feel like he’s put effort into it, so he takes you somewhere you like, maybe a special spot between the two of you, he spends a little extra money on getting you some type of nice fruit that you like, and after that, you cuddle with the wind over you.

John B

> honestly, I don’t think dates would happen that much, not that he doesn’t take you on dates but I feel like you would spend more time together at either one of your places laying in bed, probably fucking, but definitely loads of cuddling.

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Ethan Landry

> he would take you on some thematic cafe or restaurant because I feel like he’s just a nerd like that, or even a theme park, he’d probably like to go on the haunted houses because for some reason you totally don’t know, he likes to watch the way you flinch and jump when one of the actors scares you.

> second option would be to the movies, horror movies for sure.

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Patrick Zweig

> probably would take you on a bar or a club because his favourite thing is getting drunk and watching you dance and rub yourself all over him when he’s had a few drinks, he’ll probably fuck you on a dirty bathroom.

> if he’s feeling romantic, he’ll plan a little dinner over his place, some half-crunched flowers on his hands, but you still dig it, there’s a few candles and it’s quite nice considering it’s him, and he also gives you head after so you can’t really complain.

Art Donaldson

> his dates are always romantic, I feel like if it was in his Stanford era, he’d probably take you to a cafe or to the movies and do that class move where he places an arm around you because he learned it from Patrick, he’s also a little awkward and a little shy, but the date is nice and he blushes when you kiss him during the movie, maybe even slips a hand on your thigh.

saltburn ಿৎ

Felix Catton

> if it was at Oxford, he’ll make it a big night at the club and make sure everyone knows it’s your birthday, he’ll pay for your drinks, the shots that you take off his abs, he’ll smoke a few blunts with you and then toss you on his shoulder while everyone in the background claps and cheers, then he’ll throw you on his bed, remove that tiny dress off you and give you the good railing you both were waiting for.

> if it was at Saltburn, he’ll throw a big thematic party at the manor, he invited your friends and there’s even people you don’t even know on there because he invited them anyways, but it’s nice, you’ve never had big parties like this so it feels nice. In the middle of the party, you both escape from the crowd and end up fucking in the maze.

just as a warning: I only did this for the boys which is why there’s not any girls in this, hope you like it anyways.

Thank you so much for the support! I can’t believe I’ve already reached this mark, I love you all!

Ps: this does not change anything of the poll, I’ll still make whatever you choose on there!

[lunarw0rks]

Gift Giving | Task Force 141 Headcanons

Summary: How I headcanon they give their S/O gifts 𓆩♡𓆪

Warning(s): established relationship, mild-suggestive content w/ Soap's, domestic!fluff | Word Count: 553

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Simon Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ He’s awful about giving physical gifts, so don’t expect a box with a pretty bow around it. When he does buy you something, it’s the little things. He sees no point in grandeur and never has. Often the physical gifts are placed somewhere you’ll find them long after he’s left for work, like on the kitchen counter or on your nightstand.

He gifts you things that can be kept within the walls of your house—a shirt you pointed at weeks before when you were window shopping or tickets to an event you’ve wanted to go to. God help you if you try to get him to come with you though, he’d rather stay in the car and wait for you.

When you bring up the gift or show your excitement about it, he’ll dismiss it at first, but behind the mask, he’s pleased with himself. ⋆·˚ ༘ *

Soap MacTavish

ੈ✩‧₊˚ A vast difference between him and Simon. He won’t make things over the top, but he’s not afraid to be in public. He loves when the two of you can go out to dinner somewhere decent, although he’s not opposed to a bar.

He loves small gifts that aren’t explicitly romantic—a bracelet or piece of clothing he’d want you to wear when he’s away. But, if you’re into it, possibly some lingerie or perfume he wants you to wear next time you two are alone. ⋆·˚ ༘ *

John Price

ੈ✩‧₊˚ He struggles with what to get you, especially if there’s a bit of an age gap.

Most likely he’d keep it old-fashioned with a piece of jewelry, or maybe set you up for a spa day or something. If he’s truly stumped, he’d probably hand you his card and let you buy something for yourself.

“Your card? Really, John?”

“It was either that or a box of cigars…” ⋆·˚ ༘ *

Kyle/Gaz

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Being on the younger side of the others, he’s better at shopping for his S/O. Hoodies, jewelry, dinner at a new hotspot. When he’s away for long, he’d make sure to Facetime/call as often as he could, planning what you two want to do together when he’s back.

If he was really serious about pampering you, he’d rent an Airbnb for the week and enjoy being away from it all with you. ⋆·˚ ༘ *

Alejandro Vargas

ੈ✩‧₊˚ His most common gift to you would be a night of relaxation. Not a foot set in the kitchen while he cooks, nor will you help him clean up after either. He doesn’t have a lot of time to go out with you, so if he can give you a special night at home, he’s satisfied with that.

You’ll probably be eating the best food you’ve ever tasted, and then watching a movie/show on the couch until you both slip into a food coma.

If it’s ever a physical item, he’d get something custom-made—like an engraved watch or necklace personalized for you. ⋆·˚ ༘ *

Kate Laswell

ੈ✩‧₊˚ A true romantic at heart—quite formal with her gifting.

Wine tasting, visiting an art museum, or if you’d rather be outdoors, going sailing with you during her time away from work. Aside from destinations, she would definitely get you some sort of jewelry you could match with her, that way a piece of you is always with her when she’s away. ⋆·˚ ༘ *

[juicake]

Gone Girl

synopsis: It was your anniversary dinner, but a receipt fell out of your lovers coat pocket. The receipt is from a jewelry store but the engraving is not your name. 

pairing: Mingi x f!reader  

!heartbreak, cheating 

wc: 765

a/n: hi this is my first writing/oneshot please let me know what you think about it!

I arrived at the restaurant a few minutes early. Once I arrived at the table I saw it was decorated with roses and candles. Pretty romantic if you ask me. I wore my best dress for tonight. While waiting I noticed his coat draped on the back of the chair. As I moved his chair aside something fell out of his coat pocket, a receipt. 

I then curiously pick it up, and then unfold the receipt to see it’s from a jewelry store. It was dated 2 days ago. The receipt was a necklace that had an added engraving but the name wasn’t mine. My heart then drops, and nausea hits me hard. The night I was so excited for feels like a bomb, ticking away. 

Mingi then arrives and I try to act normal. Forcing your smile as he greets you with a kiss. 

“I'm so glad I set this up for us today.” Mingi said to me, giving me a smile. I then smile and nod at his words. Our conversation flows nicely but my mind is not focused on tonight right now. I’m recalling our past interactions that we’ve had together. Was there something I missed? My thoughts were going around in circles, but I managed to hold myself together and try to get through the main course for tonight.   

As we finish our main course the waiter comes to take our plates. I couldn't take it any longer needing an answer. I then slid the receipt near him with a trembling voice and asked him, “Who's this for Mingi?”    

Mingi’s face then blanks out as he sees the receipt from his coat pocket. I can tell he is trying to find an excuse or maybe the truth. “I’m sorry..” He says to me looking down at the table. “w-what are you sorry for…?” I ask him with wide eyes. Watching his head now lift up. 

My eyes then start to fill with tears. “I've been meaning to tell you for a while now.” He continued speaking. “Mingi, have you been cheating on me?” I ask him with my voice trembling. “Look i wanted to tell you-” He says to me putting his hands up in defense. “Y-you wanted to tell me at our anniversary dinner?” I ask him a single tear falling down my face. He didn't answer me, I then stood up and grabbed my purse and walked out of the restaurant. 

Multiple tears falling down my face ruining my makeup. I then walk down the street bawling my eyes out, and people staring as I walk by but I don’t care. All the time and energy I've put into our relationship just for him to go and cheat. three years down the drain. I hear my phone ringing, I pull it out of my bag to see that it's Mingi. I don’t answer him, blocking his number.   

I then stumbled into a bar, I went in and started to drink my worries away. Or at least I tried to. Crying like there is no tomorrow, the perfect day has gone to its worst. My mind started to spiral even more, and I started to question myself. Was I not good enough? Am I boring? Was I not pretty enough for him? I asked myself all these things, having unanswered questions for myself. 

I stayed in the bar all night. Not going home, too dejected to even go back. My mind was clouded. I wasn't thinking straight, not in the right mindset. believing that I was just going to be unloved forever. As I’m walking back to the apartment complex I see him in the lobby. 

My heart starts to thump rapidly. “Y/n! I’ve been waiting for you to come back, I wanted to explain everything.” Mingi says to me while holding my shoulders. I then start to get tense. “Go away,” I said to him, not wanting to look at him. “Can I please just explain myself?” I shake my head at his words not wanting to hear his voice. “Please Mingi, just go away.”  I say to him shaking his hands off of me, walking past him going towards the elevator.  

Once I reach my floor, I walk to my apartment. Once I open the door I immediately break. Crying and screaming my eyes out. “Why can't I be loved?” I cried out. Holding myself while I cry on the floor. I then start to compare myself to an image that I never saw before. Is she prettier than me? Funnier than me? More lovable than me…? 

[yoonlattesworld]

Possessive much?: forbidden au

Bts masterpost

Mafia yoongi x reader

Synopsis: how hard will it be to keep his cool when he saw an arm which wasn't his,wrapped around you? Certainly harder than he thought.

Genre/warnings: mafia yoongi, possessive yoongi, forbidden au, legal age gap, angry sex, unprotected sex,cocky yoongi

A/n: i know it's taking really long with the second part so here's a drabble! It can be readed alone but I'd recommend reading forbidden first. The time line can be confusing but let's say that yoongi and y/n haven't confessed their feelings yet.

Taglist (open)♡

@kissme-ornot @meow-min @kyojuro-ska @xmochiloverx @iheartsvt @yoonaasa @creatorspalace @shymagda-7 @rosquilleta @bunnyrhe @raineandskye

Author's pov

Yoongi sighed, leaning the bar counter with tired limbs as his bored eyes scanned the room filled with people flaunting their power. Taking a sip of whiskey, he groaned running a hand through his hair. Fuck he feels so fucking tired that he'd much rather be in his bed rather than in a room filled with dirty assholes. It would be nicer if you were there with him,cuddled up on his pillow just like you did a few days ago when you fell asleep on his bed. God he loved how innocent, pure and perfect you looked in his t shirt, sleeping on his bed without a care in the world. But he hated the way you panicked when you woke up. He hated how scared you looked, in fear of getting caught.

His eyes softened as you came in his mind. He wonders what you're doing right now. Will you be coming here? With his brother? All the softness disappeared as his eyes hardened at the thought. Gulping down the burning liquid he signaled the bartender to fill his glass before scanning the room in hopes of catching a glimpse of you. His lips parted and he felt his chest tighten when your eyes met. There you were. Walking in the room with your alluring beauty, completely unaware of the many eyes on you. Because even with so many eyes staring at you, you were only looking at him. His eyes ran over your body,not missing your blushing cheeks as you flushed under his gaze. Unknowingly, his lips curved in a soft smile as he watched you glancing at him with a shy smile. His eyes fell on the necklace with was resting over the curve of your chest, with just the right amount of cleavage showing.

You sighed softly, snuggling in his pillow as his scent wrapped around you like a sweet lullaby. Unaware of his gaze on you, as he stood in front of the bed, with a cigarette in between his lips. Usually he never smokes in front of you. But the amount of stress on his shoulder didn't let him control himself. But as he noticed your nose scrunching in your sleep, he crushed the cigarette and took something out from his side drawer. Sitting on the bed he softly removed your hair falling on your face, and smiled softly when you whispered his name in your sleep. Opening the velvet box,he took the delicate necklace in his hand and leaned down, gently draping it over your neck. As he closed the hook,your eyes fluttered opened, your breath hitching at the closeness when he pulled back, looking at you. The softness in his eyes caused thousands of butterflies to dance in your stomach as he mumbled "beautiful" but you weren't sure if he was talking about you or the necklace.

It was a delicate chain with a small diamond in the middle. Anyone would think it was a beautiful necklace worn by the future daughter in law of the min family. But only you and yoongi knew that there is a small 'y' engraved at the back of the diamond. It was his way of saying that even though his brother was the one who could hold you in front of everyone, he was the only one who could hold the real you. And by wearing that necklace in front of everyone, you hoped he would understand what you were trying to say. That even with his brother's arm wrapped around you, he was the only on in your heart.

He lips curved in a cocky smirk as he watched you touching the necklace while looking at him with those innocent eyes. But soon, something made his face drop, with his jaw clenching as he looked away with a sharp breath. You looked surprised as your fiancee suddenly wrapped his arm around your waist, your eyes gluing to your feet as his fingers rubbed the small part of your bare skin visible. You painted a smile on your face. A perfect fake smile that you've mastered. The smile which would work on everyone but yoongi. Yoongi scoffed with an angry smirk as he watched his brother's fingers digging in your bare waist,just below where he had marked you. If the dress was a revealing your waist a little more, anyone could see the multiple marks he had left on your soft skin.

Your eyes looked at him worriedly as you watched him gulping down another glass of whiskey with his jaw tight. Yoongi tugged his tie a little loose as he noticed hyunmin's hand traveling down. His breathing got heavier as he scoffed, wanting nothing more than to walk across the room and fucking rip his arm off. Your eyes connected with his as you tired to remove hyunmin's arm without looking suspicious and he swears he has never been more angry before as he watched your face. You looked uncomfortable. But it seemed like his idiot of a brother was too busy eye fucking some girl to notice. You looked back at where yoongi was standing, well atleast he was standing. But your eyes widened in worry as you didn't saw him there. Your heart clenched at the thought of him misunderstanding the situation. And you finally tugged his arm with a whisper "i need to go to the restroom " your future husband nodded without paying much attention and you immediately started walking towards where yoongi was before. Looking over the sea of people you kept walking towards the stairs, but suddenly, a hand pulled you in behind the huge staircase causing you to gasp. Your eyes widened even more when you saw yoongi looking at you with so much anger in his eyes. If you weren't wrong, you could see jealousy in his brown eyes too. "Y-yoongi-" he cursed under his breath, his large hands gripping your ass and before you could say anything, he suddenly turned you around so that your back was pressed against the wall behind the huge staircase and you felt your heart pounding. Both because of his gaze,and because of the fear of someone seeing you both. His jaw was tight as he squeezed your ass and growled "kiss me" your eyes widened at that. This was the first time he was acting like this. "B-but-" and your eyes widened even more when you saw hyunmin walking towards the both of you. Or you can stumbling around in a drunken haze. You gasped whispering "y-yoongi he is coming-" but he cut you off with a possessive hand wrapping around your throat as he grunted "fucking kiss me doll"

Biting your bottom lip you failed to notice his eyes following your movement as you looked at hyunmin one more time before taking a deep breath. Cupping his face in your soft hands,you stood up on your tiptoes and softly pressed your lips on his,a groan leaving his lips at the feeling as you carassed his cheek, momentarily forgetting about the risk of getting caught by your future husband. He wrapped his one arm around your waist and pulled you closer, your soft breast pressing against his hard chest as your lips moved against his smoothly. His lips tasted like whiskey as he kissed you firmly yet gently and a soft whimper of his name left your lips just as hyunmin reached in front of you which you failed to notice. "Hyung?" You tensed up,now knowing that he is standing right behind yoongi and the only thing covering you is yoongi's body as he easily hide you from his brother. Yoongi noticed the way you tensed up, and instead of replying to his brother, he only grunted, pressing you against the wall with his bulge pressing against your core which caused you to moan softly. Yoongi didn't paid his brother any mind who snickered saying "get a room hyung. I'm sure dad won't like seeing you fucking like animals " that made yoongi smirk. Who would have guessed that hyunmin will be telling his older brother to get a room with his future wife.

When he heard his footsteps fading, he slowly pulled back breathing heavily ,looking over his shoulder to see him disappearing in the crowd before looking at you again. You were looking at him with wide eyes, your cheeks flushed pink as you panted "aren't you a fucking sight to see flower?" He groaned wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you with him. You squeaked as he dragged you in one of the rooms. Of course he made sure no one saw you both and pulled you in an empty room, your back pressing against the door as he locked it before looking at you with his gaze filled with different emotions. Was it jealousy? You gasped as he suddenly unzipped your dress,pulling it off your shoulders with so much roughness which caused the delicate fabric to tear a little at the end. As the dress pooled at your feet,you watched him yanking off his suit and tie with his jaw clenched. You've never seen him like this before and that made you wonder what caused it. "A-are you okay?" You gasped as his hands gripped your thighs and he picked you up,your legs wrapping around his waist "no" he grunted, throwing you on the bed. His gaze falling on the many fading marks over your chest, neck , waist , thighs. "Fuck" he groaned pulling you up and unhooking your bra with one hand as your hands pressed against his bare chest. You moaned his name as his fingers rubbed your clit slowly over your panties causing him to chuckle darkly as he yanked his pants and boxers down and his large cock slapped against his abdomen "would love to eat this sweet little cunt angel. But need to be inside you now. Think you can take me?" You nodded almost immediately causing him to smirk as he teared your panties causing you to gasp "oh my god stop tearing everything! What will i wear after this-" "shut your mouth doll" your words halted immediately after hearing the dominance in his voice and you whimpered pitifully as he rubbed his hardened cock over your weeping cunt and just as you were about to cry out to stop teasing you,he suddenly thrusted in coaxing a loud moan from your lips as he let out a small gasp when your warm walls fully enveloped him "fuck. How are you still so fucking tight after how much i fucked you last night?" He let out a guttural groan as pulled out and watched his dick coming out completely wet. You whimpered as he thrusted back in, your hands flying to wrap around his shoulders as your nails scratched his skin with every powerful thrust leaving long, red marks on him. "O-oh yoongi " you moaned as his pace increased, he was almost animalistic as the whole bed started shaking with his balls slapping against your ass, his lips coming down to attack your sensitive skin. His hand gripped the same area in an almost bruising grip which was touched by his brother just a few minutes ago as he sucked dark purple marks every where he could reach.

"Don't hide them. You hear me?" He breathed heavily, gripping your jaw as you became a babbling mess, nodding while crying out his name "you look so fucking perfect like this. You look mine" he growled hitting your g spot with memorized movements while your eyes widened "yours?" You whimpered with hope in your heart. But soon you felt that hope crushing as he never replied. And kissed you passionately, which caused your heart to get heavier. Maybe he just said it without meaning anything. Even though your heart ached at the thought, you still held him tightly, feeling your high approaching as you sobbed because of the pleasure but also because of something else "y-yoongi i feel so close" you gasped holding his hand tightly as he groaned out "i know flower. Can feel you clenching around me. Fucking cum" a loud moan left your lips as your high washed over, and at the same time,his own climax approached and he came silently with a low growl against your ear "mine" was the word you thought you heard but you felt so lost at the moment. He pressed his forehead against your collarbones breathing heavily before he pulled out of you softly, frowning when you winced. "Hey" he mumbled as you slowly came down from your high and looked at him hazily "did i hurt you?" You shaked your head wiping a stray tear which managed to escape not noticing the way his jaw clenched at the sight. "Look at me" he muttered and you looked at him nervously "you need to tell me to stop if I'm ever hurting you doll. Tell me to stop. It's the only way i can control myself" his face looked pained as his eyes stared in your own with new emotions while new tears filled your eyes and you whispered "i don't want you to stop" he didn't say anything. Instead kept staring at you for a moment before looking away.

You pulled the duvet over your body as he stood up and walked in the bathroom. You thought he went to get a wet towel to clean you up just like he does everytime. But you were surprised when he came back and picked you up bridal style before walking towards the bathroom. You kept looking at him but he never met your gaze the whole time he bathed you. As you stood in the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your body, you waited for him as he mumbled "I'll be back" and walked out of the room. You didn't expect to get more surprises but then he entered the bathroom with another dress. This one a white satin sleeveless dress. With a pair of panties. Your panties. The one you wore the first time he took you. Your heart was pounding as you took the clothes from him and he left the bathroom without another word. You didn't think he would keep your panties for so long.

After you got dressed, you walked in the room after brushing your hair to look presentable because all your makeup was ruined so you were bare faced. You saw that he had already gotten dressed and he was sitting on one of the arm chair with his legs spread. You didn't say anything when you saw him staring at you as if you were the most beautiful woman in this world. You didn't said anything when he placed a hand on your lower back. You didn't said anything and only looked down when he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

You only walked towards your future husband and stood by his side,holding the necklace gently as a mark he left on you could be seen on your neck. But your fiance was too drunk to notice it. And everyone else who noticed it,assumed it was from hyunmin. Because who would dare to question the future daughter in law of the min family? Only someone who wants to die in the hands of Min yoongi. The same man would can kill anyone without blinking an eye,who was staring at you from the other side of the room. Not caring about people noticing him staring at his brother's fiance "atleast try to hide it you idiot " seokjin scoffed shaking his head as he stood beside the mafia boss "hide what?" Mumbled yoongi earning an amused laugh from the older man as he kept on staring at you "hide your love for her" that caught his attention.

Love huh? That explains the un denying urge to fucking blow his brother's head.

[gullei]

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[calamitys-child]

Cunty lil outfit day [he/him]

[ID: A selfie of me holding a leather jacket wearing a tank top reading TRANS FAG over the black flag bars on top of a fishnet top. I have a spiked belt with a padlock on a chain hanging from it, engraved with a love heart that says T4T. I have an O ring necklace and spiked leather cuffs and a tattoo of a bone sprouting bamboo shoots on my right arm]

[kanmom51]

JM's special necklace

Once again.

Yes indeed, it sure is the necklace we were guessing it was.

This necklace:

And if it's numbers we're talking about, because heck, this necklace is basically numbers and a circled 11, then let's go back to my linked post, and the 8/11 we found hiding there in the numbers.

Remember?

Take out the circled 11 and add all the other numbers together, whichever way you do it you'll get an 8 at the end.

Ending up with:

8 - 11

But you know what?

I just noticed another interesting thing about the numbers...

These are all the numbers engraved on the necklace.

10, 11, 12 13, 14, 15, 16

Why don't we add them all together?

What do we get?

91

Say what?

9 - 1

How surprising, and definitely a coincidence.

😜

[samwsgf]

— happy valentine’s day; tommy miller x gn!reader

pairing: pre-outbreak! tommy miller x gn!reader

summary: tommy and reader welcome their first valentine’s day together.

content warnings: tooth rotting fluff, canon! tommy smokes cigarettes, light swearing, i did not edit this so it’s shitty lol

valentine’s day never truly worked out in your favor, truth be told. you were either always stood up or your dates turned out to be straight up assholes. however, this time around it’s been different. it’s your first valentine’s day with your boyfriend of 7 months, tommy miller. you met when he came to work on your back porch with his brother, joel, who you met prior at sarah’s school. ever since then you bumped into each other round town, at the grocery store, local bar, you name it. now, you lay in bed together after an eventful night together at your place.

you look up at the clearly awake man, cigarette hanging from his lips with a puff of smoke floating to the ceiling every so often.

“take a picture. it’ll last longer.”

you both chuckled as you playfully hit his chest. “you wish, miller.”

you began to move out of the bed to get dressed for your day. sadly for the both of you, it was a week day so you had to move your valentine’s celebration to the night before. however, before you could begin dressing you felt his hand grip your wrist.

“do you really have to go?” he pouted.

“yes and so do you, handsome.” you place a chaste kiss on his lips. while you dressed, tommy made a simple breakfast for the two of you to have together before you left. you followed the scent of slightly burned breakfast and coffee to tommy waiting patiently at the table. he stood, pulling your chair out just like he had the night before, and returned to his seat. he looked smug as he watched you through his lashes.

“did you poison these or something?” you said as you shoveled the food into your mouth. he merely shook his head as he took a swig of his coffee. these looks between you two carried on for the rest of breakfast. you tilted an eyebrow as he continued hiding his smile behind his mug. when you finished, he cleaned the table quickly.

“stay there for a second.”

just as quick as he disappeared he was back in front of you with a long, velvet box. you smirked up at tommy as he looked proud of himself.

“tommy, I told you-“

“i know what you told me. but this is our first valentine’s day together and I wanted to make it memorable for you.”

with that you opened the box to a pretty gold plated necklace. it had your initials engraved on it as well as an “i love you” on the back.

“happy valentine’s day, baby.”

you both shared a soft smile. “happy valentine’s day.”

how’d you get so lucky to finally spend such an amazing valentine’s day with tommy, you’d never know. but one thing you knew for sure about was you’d like to spend many more with him.

[bigslutr]

Rory Toll

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How y'all met<3 (This is also in Rory's Pov<3)

My thumb hovered over the call button staring at the pink heart by her name, then I pressed the call button with a sigh and put it up to my ear. The phone rang once, twice, a third time, but then the call disconnected once again making me groan.

“Stop ignoring me Vickey” I whispered through gritted teeth.

My thumb hovered over the call button, staring at the pink heart by her name. With a sigh, I pressed it and put the phone to my ear. The ringing was familiar once, twice, a third time and then the call disconnected. Again.

"Stop ignoring me, Vickey," I muttered through gritted teeth, gripping the phone tighter before tossing it onto the passenger seat. The screen flickered before it dimmed out completely. The weight of the gold necklace around my neck, the heart-shaped charm engraved with a ‘V,’ felt heavier than usual.

I stepped out of the car, the cool night air brushing against the bare skin exposed by the silk navy dress clinging to my body. The bass from the nightclub pulsed through the ground, vibrating up through my heels as I made my way toward the entrance. Inside, the noise was overwhelming, just what I needed. A sea of bodies swayed to the music, each person lost in their own world.

Perfect.

I made my way to the bar, ordering a whiskey neat. The bartender slid the glass across the counter, and I took a sip, scanning the room. My fingers absentmindedly touched the necklace, the ‘V’ a constant reminder of the one thing I couldn’t have tonight.

That’s when I saw her.

She was at the far end of the bar, sitting alone, her eyes tired, her posture tense. Her phone was clenched tightly in her hand, and she glanced at it every few seconds like it was some lifeline. The drink in front of her looked untouched, and she was gathering her things, clearly getting ready to leave.

No, not yet.

I picked up my glass and walked over to her, standing just close enough to get her attention. “You look like you could use something stronger than whatever’s waiting for you at home,” I said, my voice low enough to cut through the noise but still hold her attention.

She looked up, startled. Her gaze met mine, and for a moment, I could see the exhaustion in her eyes. She blinked, glancing back down at her phone. “I, uh… I have to get home. My boss is already breathing down my neck about these papers.” She let out a short, anxious laugh. “If I don’t get them done tonight, I’m screwed.”

I smiled, leaning on the bar beside her. “Forget your boss. You only live once, right? A pretty thing like you could land a job anywhere if you wanted.”

She paused, her eyes flicking between me and the exit, clearly torn.

“I mean,” I continued, taking another sip of my whiskey, “what’s one night off? Stay a little longer. You look like you need it.”

Her lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but she stopped herself. I could see the hesitation, the pull between obligation and the temptation of letting go, just for a few hours.

“I really can’t,” she finally said, though her voice lacked conviction. “I’m already behind as it is.”

I tilted my head, giving her a soft smile, not too pushy. “At least let me walk you out. It’s late, and it wouldn’t sit right with me if something happened to you.”

She hesitated again before finally nodding. “Alright. Just to the door.”

Together, we walked out into the cool night, the music still thumping from inside the club. I pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with practiced ease, offering one to her, which she politely declined.

“So,” I asked, taking a drag, “what’s so urgent that you’re running off at this hour? Boss can’t survive without you?”

She smiled faintly, rubbing her arms as if trying to shake off the chill. “Yeah, something like that. It’s been… a long week.”

I exhaled a cloud of smoke, watching it swirl up into the night air. “Maybe you should stop worrying so much about people who don’t appreciate you as much as they should.”

She glanced at me, intrigued by the sudden shift in conversation. “And you? What about you?”

I smirked, taking another drag before dropping the cigarette to the ground and crushing it beneath my heel. “Let’s just say I’m familiar with being taken for granted.”

The air between us grew heavy for a moment, the unspoken stories we both carried lingering between us like the smoke I’d just exhaled.

“Think about it,” I said softly, stepping closer but not intrusively. “You deserve a break. Come with me. One drink, one night, and I promise you’ll feel better.”

She shifted on her feet, her fingers fidgeting with the strap of her bag. “I… really shouldn’t,” she murmured, but her voice wavered, the weight of her exhaustion dragging the words down.

I could feel her hesitation cracking, the responsibility she clung to slowly giving way to something else—temptation, curiosity, maybe even the need for escape. I leaned in slightly, keeping my tone soft, almost conspiratorial.

“One drink,” I repeated, my eyes holding hers. “You don’t have to be anywhere tonight, not really. The world’s not going to end if you take a few hours for yourself.”

She looked down at the ground, then back up at me, her lips pressing into a thin line as if she was debating it in her head. Her eyes softened, and that’s when I knew I had her.

“Fine. One drink,” she said, the words barely louder than a sigh.

I smiled, a slow, satisfied smile, and gestured back toward the bar. “Good choice.”

We walked back inside, the pulsing music and flashing lights swallowing us again. The bartender raised an eyebrow as we approached, but I gave a nod. “Whiskey for me,” I said, then turned to her. “What’ll it be?”

“Vodka tonic,” she replied, almost absentmindedly, her eyes scanning the room as if to make sure she wasn’t doing something dangerous.

I watched her as she took a seat at the bar, her back straight but her hands resting on the counter, fingers tracing invisible patterns in the wood. There was something fragile about her, something that made her seem… breakable. I didn’t know her story, didn’t know what had her so wound up, but I could tell she was just like me. Trying to hold it together.

The bartender slid her drink over, and she picked it up with both hands, taking a small sip. I watched her relax, if only slightly, the drink loosening the tension in her shoulders.

“So,” I started, leaning back against the bar and watching her, “what’s your name?”

She looked up at me, blinking as if she’d forgotten I was there for a moment. “Y/N,” she said quietly, her voice almost drowned out by the music.

I smiled. “Y/N. Nice to meet you. I’m Rory.”

She smiled back, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. I could see something weighing on her, something she wasn’t saying. “So, Rory,” she began, swirling the liquid in her glass, “what’s your story? You don’t exactly look like you’re here to dance.”

I chuckled softly, taking a sip of my whiskey. “Let’s just say I needed a break. Work’s been... relentless.”

Her eyes flickered with understanding. “I know the feeling.”

For a moment, neither of us spoke, just sat there with our drinks, lost in our own thoughts. The music thumped around us, but it felt distant, like the world had faded away for just a second.

“Ever feel like… no matter how much you do, it’s never enough?” she asked, breaking the silence.

I raised an eyebrow, surprised by the question. “More often than I care to admit,” I replied, leaning in a little closer, intrigued by her sudden vulnerability.

She glanced at me, her lips curling into a small, bitter smile. “Yeah. Me too.”

I studied her, the way her fingers nervously traced the rim of her glass, the way her eyes darted around the room like she was constantly on edge. She was hiding something, but whatever it was, I didn’t need to know. Not right now.

“You know,” I said after a pause, “we could make tonight about forgetting all that. Just for a few hours.”

Her brow furrowed slightly, but she didn’t say anything. I took that as a good sign.

“You work hard, right?” I pressed, my tone gentle. “You deserve more than just running back to your boss and those papers. Trust me, all of that will still be waiting for you tomorrow. But tonight… tonight’s yours.”

She hesitated again, her fingers tightening around her glass. “I don’t know,” she said softly, almost to herself.

I leaned in closer, my voice lowering, teasing. “Come on. What’s the worst that could happen? You’re already here.”

Her lips twitched, like she was holding back a smile, but she shook her head. “I don’t usually do this.”

“Well,” I said, raising my glass, “there’s a first time for everything.”

She took a deep breath, as if steeling herself, then downed the rest of her drink in one go. I watched her, a small smirk tugging at my lips.

“Alright, Rory,” she said, standing up and grabbing her bag, “one more drink. But that’s it.”

I grinned, following her as we made our way back to the bar. “That’s all I’m asking.”

As the night wore on, the drinks kept coming, and the conversations grew looser, more candid. Y/N relaxed more, opening up piece by piece, though I could tell she was still holding something back. I didn’t push too hard. Not yet.

But as I watched her laugh at something I said, her guard finally slipping, I couldn’t help but think—this was just the beginning.

The night slipped by faster than either of us expected. Drink after drink, the distance between Y/N and me shrank until the space was barely there. We sat close now, our conversation flowing with an easy rhythm that only comes when you’ve had just enough to feel bold.

I glanced at her as she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, her lips parting in a soft laugh at something I said. There was something about the way she smiled, a kind of quiet exhaustion mixed with relief, like she hadn’t let herself unwind like this in ages.

I could see the shift in her posture now, the tension from earlier melting away. That’s when I leaned in, my voice low, teasing. “You know… we don’t have to stop here.”

She looked at me, her brow furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” I said, resting my hand lightly on her arm, “we could go back to mine. No more noise, no more distractions. Just us.”

Her eyes flickered with uncertainty for a brief second, but I could see the temptation already blooming there. I’d worked my way in, slowly, carefully, until the idea was too appealing to resist.

“Rory, I…” she hesitated, biting her lip, “I really shouldn’t.”

I smiled, softening my tone. “Come on. One night. You’ve already spent the evening with me. What’s the harm in ending it somewhere quieter?” I paused, locking eyes with her. “I promise, no pressure. We can just talk.”

She exhaled, her resolve cracking. “Okay. Fine. One night.” A smile tugged at the corner of her lips, hesitant but playful.

“Good.” I downed the last of my whiskey, standing up and holding out my hand. “Let’s go.”

The drive back to my place was silent, but not uncomfortable. Y/N sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window as the city lights blurred past us. I could feel the tension between us, the unspoken expectation of what was to come.

By the time we reached my apartment, we both knew where the night was headed. The air inside felt different—thick with the kind of anticipation that sent a shiver down my spine.

She followed me inside, her steps careful, as if part of her still wasn’t sure. I turned, catching her eyes, and smiled. “Make yourself comfortable,” I said, gesturing toward the plush couch.

Y/N sat down, glancing around the room. I could see her trying to take it all in, still slightly guarded despite the alcohol that had loosened her up earlier.

I moved closer, sitting next to her, my hand brushing lightly against hers. There was no need for words now. Slowly, deliberately, I leaned in, my lips finding hers in a kiss that deepened as the moment unfolded.

The night passed in a blur of touch and heat. It wasn’t hurried, but it wasn’t gentle either. Y/N matched my intensity, and for a little while, the world outside ceased to exist. The worries she had about her boss, the thoughts I couldn’t stop about Vickey—all of it faded into the background.

When it was over, the room was quiet again, save for the soft sound of our breathing. Y/N lay beside me, her eyes closed, her body relaxed in the aftermath of our connection. But my mind wasn’t as still.

I stared up at the ceiling, my fingers absentmindedly tracing the outline of the gold heart necklace I hadn’t taken off in months. It pressed against my skin, a constant reminder of the woman I couldn’t let go. Vickey. The thought of her stirred something deep inside me—something bitter and twisted.

But as I glanced over at Y/N, asleep beside me, her face soft and peaceful in the dim light, I realized something.

I didn’t feel the same ache I used to. That gnawing pain of needing Vickey, of obsessing over what I’d lost… it wasn’t as sharp anymore. It was still there, lingering, but quieter now. Faded.

I sat up slowly, careful not to wake Y/N, and reached for my phone on the nightstand. My finger hovered over Vickey’s name in my contacts, the heart next to it taunting me. I had called her so many times, hoping she’d answer, hoping for something—anything—that would make me feel like she still needed me. But she never did.

Tonight was different. As I stared at her name, a strange sense of clarity washed over me. I didn’t need her. Not anymore.

With a deep breath, I hit delete. The name disappeared, the heart vanished, and with it, the last tether I had to her.

For a moment, I just sat there, staring at the blank screen. Then, without thinking, I reached up and unclasped the necklace. The cool metal slid off my neck easily, falling into my palm. The weight of it felt heavier than before, and yet, at the same time, lighter.

I stared at the engraved ‘V’ one last time, running my thumb over the familiar shape, before setting it down on the nightstand next to my phone.

Letting out a quiet sigh, I lay back down, my body sinking into the mattress. Y/N shifted slightly beside me but didn’t wake. As I closed my eyes, a strange sense of peace settled over me.

For the first time in a long time, I felt free.

Also I wont be writing for Nicole the person I made the oc with isn't answering me at all so I assume they maybe dont want me to use Nicole anymore?

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ok omg the rogues are on one of their usual schemes, stealing or heisting and whatever good rogues get up to on the daily, and they pick out something for reader because "this made me think of you" u-u

It's been 84 years...AND I FINALLY FINISHED IT. GAH.

I've got a surprise for you

Victor Zsasz: He snuck up behind you, hands on your hips. "I got something for you." He said quietly into your ear. "You did?" You tried to turn but Victor squeezed, holding you in place. "It's a surprise...!" He sang. "No peaking! Give me your hand." He said as he tugged your hand. You felt a cold band on your ringer finger. "Open." He smiled. You did and looked down to see a gold ring with four diamonds. "Holy-" You trailed off. "Saw it whilst I was out. Couldn't resist." Victor's eyes gleamed. "You like?" "It's beautiful, Victor. You...you didn't need to." "I wanted to." Victor replied with a smile. You pulled him into a kiss. "Thank you...I love it." "Good." He replied and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Two-Face: He came home early, calling your name. "Harvey? You're back early." You raised an eyebrow, greeting him at the door and giving him a quick kiss. You felt his arms wrap around your waist, fingers tracing patters along your lower back. "We got you a present, gorgeous." Harv' said as you felt his breath along your neck and shoulder. "You did? You didn't go out of your way for me, did you?" You asked as he pressed lazy kisses to the skin of your shoulder he could get to. "Oh, nevermind that," Harvey replied, pulling you into him. "close your eyes. I'll walk us to the mirror and give you it." You felt something cold and heavy around your neck. "Ready, gorgeous?" Harv' asked. "Should I be nervous?" You smiled. He chuckled. "Of course not." Harvey replied. "Open." He mumbled and you did. There on your neck was a diamond necklace with at least 8 square chunky diamonds along the span of your collar. Each glinted and glimmered in the light. It was breathtaking and something you could have only dreamed of owning...until now. It almost didn't seem real. You gaped at your reflection making Harvey chuckle. "Wh..." You struggled to speak. "Cat got your tongue?" Harvey squeezed you, pressing a kiss to your neck. "This is...I don't know what to say." You finally said. "Well, do you like it?" Harvey asked. "It's beautiful...it's like...I've only seen celebrities and rich people wear this type of jewellery. I never thought I'd even be near one nevermind wear it. I feel almost unworthy." You breathed out a laugh. "Oh, gorgeous, if you are one thing- it's definitely worthy. I would know." He pressed a couple of kisses to your cheek. "You definitely suit it more than anyone else."

The Riddler: He was fast. Edward Nygma could run pretty quickly and usually his movements were quite quick to begin with. Therefore it was easy for him to get around you quicker than you could keep up with. He practically boxed you in between him and his desk. You exhaled with a smile. "You scared me." You breathed. He smiled widely, pleased by the admission. Yet he didn't comment on it, an arm tightening around your waist. "I got you a little something whilst I was gone." He said as he trailed his finger along your jaw. "You did?" You asked and he nodded with a smile. "You didn't have to, honey." You assured him. He pulled you closer by the waist with a hum. "I wanted to. I saw it and that was that. I may have had to make some adjustments too." He quickly added the last sentence. He pulled a rectangle box out of his pocket and held it out to you. You opened it to reveal a gold engraved bar and chain bracelet. In an engraving on the top was three little words. 'I love you'. However, the most important detail was that it was written in Edward's handwriting. Edward never said those words, your concrete evidence was how he kept you around. Sometimes that was enough, other times it wasn't. Edward always knew those moments were coming, would go and then return. "You can be so silly, doubting how I feel. So I got you a permanent reminder...for your silly...little...head." He tapped your nose. You felt a lump in your throat, eyes welling with unshed tears. "None of that." He shook his head with a smile and kissed the tip of your nose. "Help me put it on?" You managed out and he took the bracelet and pinched the clasp open. Edward is ambidextrous and was very smug about it often bragging. Yet raised time he said nothing. The second it was secured on your wrist you flung your arms around him and pressed kisses to his lips. He hummed with surprise and approval at your enthusiasm as you began to walk him backwards.

Black Mask: You had what you considered a rather embarassing quirk of straightening paper, books or anything in a pile what was messy. Almost immediately, upon passing Roman's desk. Roman was messy in general and so places like his desk had your attention mkre than they should. Especially since Roman wasnt fond of you going through his stuff. "There's my baby doll!" Roman announced himself loudly as he entered the room. You looked over your shoulder. "Oh hey, I haven't moved anything I promise! I'm just straightening it up." You turned back to the pile of papers. "Weirdo." He retorted with a snicker behind his mask. Next thing you knew, he was pulling you back against his chest, interlocking your fingers. He swayed with you left to right repeatedly like a dance. "I'm guessing today went well." "Uh huh." He replied. "I got you a present." He said closer to your ear. You could hear his grin behind his mask. "What do you mean, you got me a present? Literally?" You looked up at him. He hummed. "Gotta treat you some time, don't I?" He smirked. "Even if I give you something we can both enjoy quite a lot. Looks like I just spoil you all the time, huh doll?" "So you just...well you never fail to surprise." You said. "Good." He said into your neck. "That's how I like it." He dug into his pocket and pulled out a small black box. You took it from him, leaning against him as he swayed the both of you from side to side. You gasped as your present glinted at you in the light. A silver ring with a large blue, square cut diamond. "Holy- Roman, is that a blue diamond? Thats... I...I have lost the ability to speak." You said flatly. You stared at it. "Like it, baby?" He mumbled. "It's so beautiful but how much did this cost you?" "Oh baby doll, don't you worry about that. How about you just turn around and kiss me, huh? Show me just how much you like it."

Scarecrow: He had a talent for sneaking up behind you. You felt arms around your shoulders and a head nuzzled into your neck. "Hey you..." You smiled. "I have something for you." He said quietly. "Is it a kiss?" You asked. He chuckled quietly before kissing the skin behind your ear. "No, but you have one now. Dont move." Jonathan's fingers disappeared for a moment before you felt a cold, thin, chord tickle your neck. "Walk with me." He breathed as his fingers trailed along your shoulders and on them. Lightly he pulled you along with him. "Dont let me fall, Jon." You said quickly and he let out a small chuckle. Suddenly he stopped you. "Open your eyes." You did. On your neck was a gold bar necklace with designed lines across the bar. You looked closer. They're not lines- it's a constellation. You flipped the bar to see a date from two years ago. You looked at him questioningly. "You remember our first date." Jonathan began. "I remember something much more important to me." He smiled slightly. "This is the date we had our first kiss. It was night and this..." Jonathan flipped the bar back to its original place. "...this was the constellation of the stars of that night." Your eyes filled with tears and smiled.

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my fav madlyn headcanon is that whenever they give each other gifts it just HAS to have M + A somewhere on it. Giving the other a necklace? M + A is engraved. Giving the other a granola bar? Guarantee you M + A is written with sharpie on the wrapper.