#im in love with a stripper...

[cashmoneyshorty]

Megan Fox at the juno premier in 2007

[moldytiramisu]

Peace n love

[dollyhrtzss]

it’s like I waited too long

[s1ck-pupp3t]

I watched the worst movie ever Look at my edit boy

I dont have thoughts about it it sucked i love it but i found it only becsause i was looking at cars. and i saw the poster and i was like heh i should redraw as swatchton but i was lazy So edit instead Ok?

its ugly disgusting I love it so bad These gay ass men make meSICK. The pose is nice the movie roles um dont fit at least to me so no not an au justFunny poster.. I hope we enjoy.

If i 10 like ill redraw (LIE) (I WONT DO IT!!!!!!!!!)

[sushiithephoenix]

Chapter 13 of A Contract I Regret Signing

Written by SpencerTheDeerHumanHybrid

First Date! (I Will Never Be Your Fucking Pet! Not Anymore..)

Blurr woke up and lightly yawned, upon feeling the weight on their frame he onlined their optics and looked down to see Bumblebee recharging soundly on top of them. They smiled down at him and leaned over to kiss the top of his helm, at which Bumblebee awoke and stared at Blurr with a content and relaxed look.

”There’s my favorite Honeybee,” Blurr said, causing Bumblebee to blush and smile softly at them. They continued to hold each other for a few kilks before Bumblebee said,

”We gotta go refuel, I don’t want bossbot to worry.” Blurr nodded and slowly let go of Bumblebee and shifted him to the other side of the berth. Bumblebee stood up next to them and moved to hold his servo. Blurr gracefully took his servo and they walked out of the room and went towards the kitchen next to the living room. Upon arriving at the kitchen, Blurr felt optics staring at him, he turned around and saw Cliffjumper at the end of the hallway, staring daggers at him.

”Nova!” Bumblebee yelled which caused Blurr to look back at him. Nova ran towards Bumblebee and started to talk with him. While Nova and Bumblebee talked, Blurr looked back at the hallway only to see no one was there. Eventually Nova went to the living room a few feet away and sat on the couch with the TV blaring about race cars or something. Bumblebee grabbed a small oil barrel and put some sweet flavors inside, turned to Blurr and asked,

”How do you like your oil or energon? I think we still have a bit of energon left..”

“Thanks-Bee-but-can-you-help-with-the-oil? It-will-be-my-first-time-trying-it,” Bumblebee agreed. Bumblebee gave him an oil barrel and they put some of the same sweet flavors Bumblebee used. When Blurr recoiled back when he barely drank the oil, Bumblebee laughed and said that he reacted like that when he first tried oil. The both of them stood there while talking and drinking the oil, Cliffjumper, Sideswipe, and Sunstreaker secretly spying on them the entire time. After a while, Optimus had instructed the two of them to go on patrol and look for signs of Decepticon activity.

“So, I was wondering if you like to go to the drive-in theater nearby? The humans there won’t know that it’s us,” Bumblebee asked.

“Sure!-I-would-love-too!” Blurr said, excitedly. Bumblebee silently squealed and the both of them planned their date in the evening. Later on, Nova was helping Bumblebee get ready for his date only a few joors away.

“About time you went on a date with that mech!” Nova teased.

“Oh shut up! We sorta need to go on a date anyway,” Bumblebee returned.

”Yeah, it wouldn’t make sense for the two of you to start dating without a date.. as weird as that sounds,” Nova said with a confused look on her face as she thought about what she just said. Bumblebee stuck out his glossa at her, to this she said,

”I bet that’s not gonna be the only thing you do with that tongue tonight.”

“NOVA!!” Bumblebee yelled while blushing a deep blue. Cliffjumper came in at the same time as Bumblebee yelled. He came up to Bumblebee and put his servos on Bumblebee’s shoulder pads, he took a deep breathe (despite not needing to breathe, so don’t ask) and said,

“Bee, promise me that you’ll be careful.” Bumblebee looked at his brother with annoyance, he was very used to his brothers worrying a lot.

”I will be careful. I won't let anyone mess with me alright?” Bumblebee said, annoyed.

”Bee, I’m being very serious right now. I don’t want to see you get hurt, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker don’t even know about what’s going on and I don’t want to see get even more hurt than you already are right now,” Cliffjumper said this with a very worried look on his face plates and with a sad tone. Bumblebee looked at his brother with a warm yet annoyed look.

”Cliff, I’ll be okay, I can take care of myself, I’ll call you if there’s any trouble m’kay?”

“…Okay, I trust you. Have a great time.” Bumblebee smiled at his brother and gave him a light hug in which Cliffjumper did the same. Nova’s engine gave a light purr to the cute display.

“Alright, get out of here Cliff, I have to get ready,” Bumblebee said. Cliffjumper’s optic gave a slight twitch when he remembered that Blurr was going on a date with his frickin’ brother, nevertheless Cliffjumper gave Bumblebee a nod before exiting out of Bumblebee’s room. Bumblebee and Nova continued to tease and talk with each other, not noticing a little blinking red dot watching them closely.

~…~

After about one or two joors, the pair of speedsters were ready to go on their date and were as excited as they were nervous. Optimus was so happy that Bumblebee could finally go on a date with the mech he had been crushing on ever since Blurr arrived here.

”Go have fun Bee and be careful,” Optimus said when he saw Bumblebee going towards the Steelhaven.

“Relax bossbot, me and Blurr are gonna be fine,” Bumblebee said, still slightly annoyed at his brother's worry from earlier. Optimus slightly frowned before ex-vented and smiled at Bumblebee, head patting the yellow minibot. Bumblebee giggled at the Prime before rushing off towards the Steelhaven. Nova looked happily towards her Amica Endura before turning to the Prime.

”You really like that guy, don’t you?” Nova said. Optimus smiled at her and nodded his helm.

”Of course I do. He’s like the sparkling I never had,” Optimus said, warmly. Nova chuckled at the Prime and slightly shook her helm.

“You treat him better than his own creators,” Nova said. Optimus looked at her in surprise and said,

”What?”

”Yeah, it wasn’t like they hurt him or anything, they were just never really around for him.” Nova then realized what she said and quickly slapped her servo to her mouth. Optimus processed the information for a moment and said,

”..I just hope that he’ll be alright.” Nova looked up sadly at the Prime and said,

”Yeah. I hope so too..”

~…~

To say that Blurr was nervous would be an understatement. Coolant was coming down their alt-form faster than even he could go, it also didn’t help that Bumblebee was right next to him as they watched with the humans the movie that was playing.

‘Am-I-even-that-good-enough-for-him?’ Blurr thought to himself.

They didn’t think that they were a good enough mech to even be with someone like him. Bumblebee, while he was full of life and always ready for adventure, Blurr was just some mech who was obsessed with their job as the top intelligence officer. While Blurr wondered that, Bumblebee was also equally as nervous as him. Bumblebee kept asking himself why in the Pits of Kaon, an Elite Guard member and the top intelligence officer is going on a date with a bot like him of all bots.

For a while, the two speedsters awkwardly parked idly next to each other, Blurr suddenly moved a little bit closer to the yellow car. Bumblebee’s engine stalled for a moment when he felt one of Blurr’s wheels touch his own but he snapped out of it and did the same.

The two speedsters stayed there in a wheel-servo holding thing until the movie was barely about to end. Blurr was thinking about what to say when Bumblebee beat them to it.

“Thanks for agreeing to this date. You really didn’t have too.” Bumblebee transformed into his root-mode and looked at Blurr, who was also in their root-mode (the humans went away at this point).

”Don’t-worry-I-loved-it-and-I-love-you!” Blurr said. Bumblebee looked at him and smiled softly at him with a light blue blush on his cheeks. Bumblebee stared at Blurr with a lovingly look, held his servos in their servos and said,

”Blurr, I just wanted to ask if you wanted to be my-“ Bumblebee was thrown to the parking lot as an armored Humvee-styled car slammed into his side. Blurr was about to run to Bumblebee when they were thrown onto the ground and high powered stasis-cuffs snapped in place onto his servos.

~…~

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe worried about their little brother. Sure, he was a grown mech now and could defend himself but they weren’t sure that he was doing okay as of late.

”Cliff, do you know why the Elite Guard decided to come here?” Sideswipe asked. Sunstreaker nodded his head in agreement, also curious on why such an important team was on this planet. Cliffjumper ex-vented, he didn’t want his other brothers to worry about Bumblebee more than they already were but he knew that they would have to find out eventually, so with a shaking vocalizer he told them all about what Bumblebee had told him.

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker optics widened at each word that came out of Cliffjumper’s glossa, they couldn’t believe that their little brother didn’t tell them about what was happening to him or the rest of their family. When Cliffjumper finished he had expected the twins to instantly freak out and demanded to see Bumblebee and stand up to his boss. Instead he was met with a soft clicking noise and looked up to see that Sunstreaker had a full stream of optic fluid coming down his face-plates. Sunstreaker suddenly hugged him tight hug and said with a sad voice,

”W-Why didn’t h-he t-tell us th-that this w-was h-happening…?” Cliffjumper said nothing as he allowed his older brother to continue hugging him. Sideswipe, however, looked empty like he didn’t want to expect that this was happening to his younger brother. Suddenly everyone else in the base came into the living room and saw the display. Nova looked down worriedly at the brothers, she wasn’t really sure how to react.

“What happened?” Optimus asked.

“Well- Why didn’t you tell us?” Cliffjumper was about to explain when he was interrupted by Sideswipe.

”You knew that this was happening to my brother… and you didn’t think to fragging tell us?!” Sideswipe yelled at Optimus.

”Sideswipe, listen, we had no idea that Bumblebee even had other family members and- Is that why he even got in that position in the first place?” Sideswipe angrily asked the low-level Prime.

“You didn’t care enough about him to know that he had not one, not two, not three, but FOUR FRAGGING BROTHERS!!” Sideswipe yelled. Everyone except Nova were in shock at the mention that Bumblebee had another brother other than the three currently present.

”Bodyguard Sideswipe, what are you talking about- YOU SHOULD KNOW SENTINEL-BLOWHARD-PRIME, YOU TRANIED MY BROTHER FOR PRIMUS’S SAKE!” Sideswipe screeched at Sentinel Prime, who looked very much surprised at the insult.

”..And now he’s in this position because of all of you,” Sideswipe said while glaring at all of the bots present. Ratchet knew that Sideswipe was only coming to this conclusion because he was worried about Bumblebee, in fact he was also worried about the young mech.

“Hey, shouldn’t Bumblebee and Blurr be home right now?” Bulkhead asked. The other bots at the base wondered that as well, especially Nova Storm.

’Bumblebee did tell me that the two of them would be home at this time,” Nova thought. Normally, she would assume that they were… doing something special somewhere but this felt different.

“Can you check Bumblebee’s and Blurr’s signal?” Nova asked Optimus. Optimus nodded his helm and checked Bumblebee’s and Blurr’s signals on the monitor but both of their signals were glitching out as if someone was trying to block them.

“That’s not good..” Optimus muttered. Nova and Bulkhead suddenly felt the slightest ache of pain slip across their spark. It was normal for Amica Endura’s to feel their other Amica Endura’s emotions though a bond, it was like Conjunx’s but fainter and you weren’t actually in a very committed bond. Nova and Bulkhead started to panic as well as Bumblebee’s brothers for they could sense that something was very, very wrong.

”We need to get to Bumblebee and Blurr NOW!” Nova, Bulkhead, Cliffjumper, Sideswipe, and Sunstreaker said in sync.

“Alright! Transform and roll out!” Optimus yelled. They didn’t know that they were also being watched by the same red dot that was spying on Bumblebee and Nova earlier.

::Sooooo, what are you gonna do about that boss?:: A dark purple mech asked Shockwave through the comm-link.

::Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it.:: Shockwave responded.

~…~

‘Why does Primus hate me so much?’ Bumblebee thought as Swindle continued to hold him tightly. Bumblebee kept trying to get out of Swindle’s grasp and get to Blurr who was in low-level stasis cuffs, gagged, and was tied to a pole.

”Let go of me, you motherfragger!” Bumblebee yelled.

“Welll, I can’t. Boss gave us direct orders to keep you close ‘till he got here, so you’re stuck with me!” Swindle said, cheerfully. Among the struggling beetle and the sales-mech, there were a couple dozen other Decepticons who worked under Shockwave.

“Ya think the boss will let us spend time with him?..”

”This is supposed to be the top intelligence agent?”

”I wonder what that body is used for.~”

The mechs were clearly the disgusting type and would most likely try to hurt Blurr if Bumblebee couldn’t get out of Swindle’s hold. Suddenly, Bumblebee heard the engines of multiple cars (and the rev of motorcycles) approaching quickly.

”What in the Pitts is that-“ Swindle was interrupted when a black and gold motorcycle slammed directly into him. Bumblebee flew up the sky, where the Jettwins managed to catch him and put him safely on the ground. The others transformed into root-mode and began to fight Swindle and the mechs. Optimus and Sentinel took on some of the more bulkier mechs, Ratchet used his magnets to draw mechs towards Bulkhead’s alt-mode which they all slammed against, hard. Prowl and Jazz used their skills to sneak up on the ‘Cons and machine-gun them with shurikens and nunchucks. The Jettwins were battling the Seekers in the air and were dealing a great amount of damage to them. Cliffjumper, Sideswipe, and Sunstreaker were beating up Swindle with a whole bunch of kicks. Bumblebee noticed that Nova was not here and guessed that she wanted to stage a surprise attack but he focused his attention on Blurr who was still tied to the pole.

”Blurr!” Bumblebee yelled and went to remove the cuffs and gag when a cannon shot at the rest of the team and his brothers, quickly bringing them to the ground and were locked in stasis cuffs by the other Decepticons. Bumblebee was suddenly slammed onto the ground by a large, clawed servo and heard a voice that made the energon in his wires run cold.

”Did you really think that you could have those protect you from me, Sweetbee?” Shockwave asked. Bumblebee stared up at him with scared and glossy optics.

“Well, I should have expected this from you. You can’t keep a secret to save your own life,” Shockwave chuckled.

”Leave him alone!” Optimus yelled. Shockwave looked up at him, simply unimpressed.

”What can you do, Prime? I owned him after all,” Shockwave said. The others looked at him and Bumblebee with shock, they knew that Bumblebee had some type of debt to him but never thought that Shockwave owned Bumblebee. Shockwave pulled out a data-pad out of his sub-space and it revealed a contract that had Bumblebee’s signature at the bottom with a bunch of hearts surrounding it, almost as if it was showing Bumblebee’s past devotion to Longarm. Shockwave waved the data-pad in front of Bumblebee who was very close to tears which caused Blurr to struggle even more to get out of the stasis cuffs.

”Face it Sweetbee, you will forever belong to me and to me only,” Shockwave said. Blurr struggled a lot more after Shockwave said this, determined to get to Bumblebee and get him and the others out of this mess. Shockwave noticed the speedsters struggling and turned his attention to them.

”Ah, my top intelligence officer. I didn’t know you had a thing for yellow bots but I guess you can learn new things even when you're the head of intelligence,” Shockwave said, smugly. Everyone except Bumblebee looked at him with shock, especially Cliffjumper since he WORKED under him.

”And looked at all of you, defending this slutbot like he’s worth anything,” Shockwave said while motioning to Bumblebee. Nova watched the entire thing going on from behind a building. She noticed that Bumblebee’s stingers were out and were charging up a lot of energy that Shockwave and the others had somehow not noticed, she knew that she needed to help the others fast and didn’t know how. Shockwave turned around and focused his attention on Bumblebee once more.

”Well, why won’t you look at this! Everyone knows how much you loved me back at boot camp when I was Longarm and now everyone knows at you belong to me, so why don’t you just give up your family and friends and that pesky speedster and just attempt you belong to me, Sweetb-“ Shockwave was cut off by a sudden surge of electricity near his spark chamber. He looked down at himself and noticed that Bumblebee had impaled by both of Bumblebee’s stingers and they were generating a lot of electricity. Bumblebee looked at him with such anger that it would make even Unicron shake in fear.

”I won’t be your fucking pet anymore!” Bumblebee yelled as he slashed across Shockwave’s chest with his stingers. Shockwave fell onto the ground a few feet away from Bumblebee, simply in a forced stasis or reboot. Bumblebee got up and zapped the other Decepticons watching with unadulterated fury in his optics. In the blink of an optic, most of the soldiers were taken down and the stasis cuffs on the others were zapped away. The others started to take down the few dozen remaining Decepticons and Bumble worked on getting Blurr out of the cuffs, rope, and gag. When Bumblebee was almost done getting everything off, a soldier was trying to sneak up behind when suddenly a bomb blew up near the soldier.

“Nova!” Bumblebee yelled happily as he got undid the rope. Nova winked at Bumblebee before throwing more high-power bombs to the Decepticons. Blurr ran out and started to put the beaten soldiers in stasis cuffs.

“Hey, Bee!!” Nova yelled. Bumblebee looked up and saw that Nova was on top of a large building and was holding the very same model of the bomb she had when they first met. Bumblebee laughed and motioned for Nova to drop it down. When Nova threw the bomb in the air Bumblebee charged up his stingers and blew up the bomb within a nano-kilk, the bomb releasing a bright yellow smoke. This allowed the others to defeat the Decepticons easily and for Blurr to put the rest in stasis cuffs.

When all was said and done, Bumblebee was just beginning to realize what he just did to.. Shockwave. Despite the torture and abuse he had been through he couldn’t help but sad that he had almost killed Shcokwave, he didn’t know why he was sad. Yes, he was happy that he was finally free but… was it really worth almost killing the mech he had first fallen in love with? Before he could dwell on it, Blurr stopped right in front of him and picked him up bridal style. Blurr was spinning him around in such joy and happiness that it almost felt like a dream.

Bumblebee was speechless for a moment before laughing and wrapping his arms around Blurr’s neck as Blurr continued to spin the both of them around. The others watched in happiness at the two speedsters' antics, while Bumblebee’s brothers were still a bit mad at Blurr for dating their youngest brother, they also had to admit that they were happy to see Bumblebee so happy with Blurr. Blurr suddenly stopped and looked at Bumblebee with all of their devotion and love to him and kissed him. Bumblebee froze for a moment before kissing Blurr back, all of his feelings and love for him were in that beautiful and heartwarming moment. The others stood there awkwardly as the two of them kissed with Nova resisting the urge to sing a stupid love song she heard the human younglings sing a lot. After what felt like thousands of vorns, Blurr and Bumblebee let go of each other's lips and just stared at each other lovingly.

“Alright, now that you two are done, can we report this already?” Sentinel asked. Everyone looked at him with a ‘are you serious’ expression and Optimus nodded. They all gathered up the arrested Decepticons and put them on the Steelhaven, Swindle was nowhere to be seen but they shrugged it off. Bumblebee couldn’t tell if he was happy or sad when he saw that Shockwave’s limp (but not dead) body was also put on the Steelhaven. Optimus went to Bumblebee when he saw him staring and said, “It’s okay, everything’s going to be okay now.” Bumblebee started to tear up and Optimus spread his arms open to welcome him into a hug. They were like that for a few kilks before Sentinel came and told Optimus to help with the report. Blurr came to Bumblebee’s side and kissed the side of his helm, hoping for his sweetspark to be okay. Bumblebee smiled at Blurr before noticing the data-pad that was thrown on the ground earlier and picked it up, it was the contract that he signed all those Stellar cycles ago. Bumblebee put it in his subspace to use for evidence in the trial and climbed aboard the Steelhaven to Cybertron.

[cashmoneyshorty]

I love my moots

[vamptastic]

like i may be a goth communist but i am also a nice jewish boy who cant drink and slaves over my homework all day and goes back home to visit my parents twice a month. parties are fun for watching people you already know get drunk and bad for getting to know people. also i am lame. god bless.

[scorpiosbite]

actress!reader x drew starkey social media au

࣪˖ ִ𐙚 ────୨ৎ──── what you got up to, your first week in LA through social media.

𝜗𝜚 pairing: actress!reader x drew starkey

author’s note: these posts were made during actress!reader’s first trip to LA, so around august 2024 at this point of actress!reader and drew’s relationship timeline, they’ve hooked up once and went on a date together. actress!reader is going to remain in LA for the time being to film her new movie ‘anora’.

yourusername

liked by drewstarkey, madelyncline, bellahadid and others

yourusername swore i’d never like LA… still don’t, fucking love the people tho

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madelyncline second pic of us omg, we’re so sexy

yourusername come sit on my face

tayrussell damn you’re so hot

yourusername bending over rn

mimikeene i miss you bby come back to london

yourusername i miss you more wifey

alexademie mother

yourusername mwah baby

bellahadid y/n active era? we prayed for times like this!!

yourusername no promises baby

kendalljenner body so tea it’s insane

yourusername says you babes

y/nstitties HOLD ON Y/N HANGING OUT WITH MADELYN DOES THIS MEAN SHES MET THE REST OF THE CAST??!???

targaryenstan yea, paps got pic of her and obx cast at a club

rafeswhore DREW IN THE LIKES I REPEAT DREW IN THE LIKES

y/nsno1fan HE NEVER LIKES PEOPLE’S POSTS, I SHIP!!!

sitonmyfacey/n i’m beating my shit to this rn

sitonmyfacey/n just came, 10/10 nut

ilovey/n she’s so mommy, but so daddy

visenyasdragon FUCK SHES ACTUALLY POSTING!!!!

drewsballsack DREW IF YOU SEE THIS HOP ON THAT MAN!!!! SHE SO FINE #NEEDTHAT

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tmz Y/n L/n and Madelyn Cline seen arriving at an downtown LA club this past weekend, the two stars were seen partying with the rest of the Outer Banks cast, with the Game of Thrones star seen getting hot and heavy while dancing with a particular man.

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y/nvisenyatarg WHO????! WAS IT DREW?!? PLEASE PLEASE LET IT BE DREW!!!

starkeystan OMG PLEASE YES I SHIP SO HARD!!

y/nismother WAIT WAS IT DREW??!! cause i’ve been shipping them ever since maddie said in that interview that she made the cast watch GOT and drew blushed when she mentioned y/n and they way they both say their honoured when complimented is soulmate shit

y/nsspinetat I SAW PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT THAT ON TT

daddyy/n my friend was at the club it was drew

y/nismother HOLY SHIT

daddyy/n yea, they were grinding and apparently left together

y/nsspinetat NO HE STOLE MY GIRL!!!!

y/nnews

y/nnews Y/n will be living in LA for the next few months while she films her new movie “Anora” by director Sean Baker, the film rights have been purchased by A24

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y/natoenails damn i’m so proud of her

randomuser she fucking killed it on the first season of GOT, can’t believe that was her first acting gig, im so excited to see her do this film

y/nfan what’s her character like in this?

y/nmylove shes a stripper

y/nfan oh im gonna flood that theatre

TAGLIST: @sunnybunnyy2 @percysley @wearemadeofstardust0 @idgasb @pinkpantheris @emmaaas-posts @grace-sully

ok, here's the first instalment of the social media au of actress!reader x drew starkey enjoy and let me know what you think!!!

[ivysprophecy]

slim pickins

warnings; bad date? mentions of sex, cursing underage drinking and yes i meant for it to be written poorly i was trying to keep the humor of the album in the writing

masterlist | p. 2

no pressure tags; @murdockcastleslut @kimoralov3 @arkofblake

word count; 1911

summary; youre tired of not finding a decent guy who will treat you right and lay you right. at least not one you've known since you were kids. however you just cant help yourself. besides its slim pickins out here you take what you can get.

divider by @bernardsbendystraws

i wanna make one thing clear, when i say there are no good guys left i do not wanna hear about you and your boyfriend of three years that can cook and loves your mom.

thats exactly what im talking about maddie!!! i dont give two fucks that he took you to barnes and noble and bought you every book you wanted.

they are all taken. its plain and simple.

which is why even with a full roster, im stuck taking fucking zander, yes with a z, to my friends' kegger.

i mean yea hes cute. hes tall, built but not that gross kind of muscly. but if were being real i shouldve known better when he was joking about being a male stripper when hes a ginger.

and i can tell kie is judging me, rightfully so. her side eye is lethal. when i introduced him to everyone she asked him about his greta van fleet tee and he said he didn't even know it was a band.

needless to say pope had to drag her away.

after that incident i decided it was best if we tried to talk away from the rest of the group. boy was i wrong.

"so what do you like to drink? ill go grab us something," i offer trying to start the conversation, also avoiding the usual problem with taking a drink from men.

"im good with whatever"

i like to think im not a violent person, but im about to be.

"does a beer sound okay?" i ask him grabbing a twisted tea for me from the cooler.

"sure thing." god why is he acting like such a bitch? i should ask him if he's on his period.

i hand him the can, our fingers brush and its my final clue for the night that i am definitely not going home with him. no spark at all. hes done just about everything else to piss me off.

he did the thing where he licks his lips exaggeratingly looking me up and down, making a point to make sure i saw.

he walks so slow for being 6'3.

and finally he tried to mansplain my career to me. i'd had just enough when he opens his mouth again

"ew, you like twisted tea? who likes sweet tea?" his face contorted in disgust, it was about to contort from my fist breaking his goddamn nose if he keeps talking to me like this.

"we literally live in the south dude." my face could not make it any clearer i am so done with this guy.

"still, sweet tea is disgusting. im not kissing anyone that drinks that nasty shit."

"who said i wanted to kiss your nasty fucking mou-" i was interrupted by the sound of a very familiar giggle behind me as his arm wrapped around my shoulder, the smell of his deodorant and sea salt that cover his skin start to put you at ease.

jj was always there when you needed him, sometimes even when you didnt but right now you couldn't be more grateful. "im glad you found those mama i got em just for you. remembered theyre your favorite. right?"

and you wanna know the best part? zander is shaking already pissed off that jj is at my side. territorial i guess.

"you mind?" he asks him nodding his head at me like im not even there.

jj cant help but laugh at him "yea bud i do mind. she's hanging out with me tonight. have fun with your ipa dick." and with that he steers us off to where the rest of the pogues are.

but not before i can look over my shoulder and give the ginger an innocent smile and a shrug as if i had no control over the situation, when really id pick jj over anyone else.

"you owe me a big fat kiss mama," jj whispers in my ear walking us over to where our friends are standing, drinks in their hands laughing and chatting up a storm.

"in your dreams honey."

"every night all night," he quips back before i shove him off me.

now before you give me shit, jj and i have had our fair share of fun, but unfortunately im starting to look for something more serious.

watching john b and sarah be disgusting together is getting to my head. popes got something going on with cleo and im starting to recognize the pattern. and before i know it everyone will be in love if i don't start making an effort in that department.

random casual hook ups aren't doing it anymore, especially considering they aren't even that good.

unless theyre with jj.

but hes not an option, theres too much drama. too much history. too much too much too much. im not what he needs and i know for a fact he doesn't want me in that sense.

is that a bit dramatic? probably.

i mean hes a great lay, he's hilarious, he's got that blue collar kind of muscle, and he genuinely cares about me.

so of course im not going to date him, why would i?

what do you mean make good decisions? id rather do things in the most difficult way possible!

"y/n youve gotta stop giving those guys a chance, im starting to feel bad for you."

"you try finding a decent guy in a ten mile radius." i glare at him, obviously not wanting to joke about this right now.

he sticks his hand out in front of me, "fine i will. let me see your phone."

curious to see what he will do i hand it too him unlocked, he swipes and taps for a few moments, smiling down at the phone before handing it back to you.

when you look back down at the screen all you see is your instagram open with his stupid fucking smiley face on the screen.

he took a picture of himself and posted to my story. written on the screen in bubble letters in my favorite colored heart 'my favorite guy <3'

"i think he's your best bet." that same smile facing back at me now, cockier than ever. so smug i wanna kiss it off his face

i cant help but roll my eyes. "jj im serious! at this rate im going to die alone. every decent guy is taken or unavailable. all i want is someone funny, kind, and attractive is that too much to ask for?"

"im right in front of you mama you dont gotta look far."

"jj we both know we're not the serious kind of relationship im talking about."

"you can think what you want too but ill be here waiting for that kiss you owe me."

"i think all that tequila youve been sipping has gone to your head maybank."

he stands in front of me, taking his signature red cap off his head and putting it on mine smiling down at me, "what do they say in those books you read? you wear the hat you ride the cowboy?"

"this no ten gallon hat and you are no cowboy."

we laugh at each other, its always been easier to do that then actually talk about our feelings. so i put his hat back on his head, backwards the way he i likes it.

"cmon y/n/n, have a few more drinks, relax and hang out and ill make you feel all better later yea? its what im best at, you know."

"its gonna take more than a few more teas to convince me jj"

"what about that thing you like that i do with my tongue, huh mama? doesnt that sound pretty good right now? i think it does."

"i give you one fucking compliment and it goes straight to your head."

"technically its about my head so that makes perfect sense," he hands me another can with that stupid signature smirk of his and his stupid sexy hat backwards. i hate to admit it's working on me.

just like it does every other time.

i squint my eyes at him taking the can, rolling the idea around in my head. "fuck it. its not like anyone else is offering," i take a big sip of my drink.

jj pumps his fist in the air like a victorious idiot giving a few woots and hollars before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder despite my wishes.

"jb!!" he shouts turning around to face him, "we're headed out!"

john b looks at the two of us shaking his head at how im kicking my feet to wiggle out of jjs oddly strong grip. "make sure you change the sheets when youre done!"

oh my god he did not just say that. "fuck both of you!"

jj just laughs carrying you back to the chateau like a kid who's excited to use a brand new birthday present.

"what happened to letting me have a few more drinks before we left??"

"youre just too irresistable mama, gotta have you now,' he gives my ass a light slap for good measure causing me to roll my eyes for the 600th time tonight.

"are you gonna put me down now?"

he pretends to look like hes thinking about it, "i guess. only so i can watch you walk away," he does as he says helping me get my feet on the ground.

"youre a pervert."

"no im flirtatious, and you love it, you know it makes you blush i see it. now go on and give me a lil walk yea?"

oh im gonna kill him...

oh wait! im gonna kill him!

"okay... fine. but no touching until we get home," i smile walking away exactly like he asked, but i know behind me he is a puddle of mud. standing still, about to start begging me to let him.

he finally catches up after a few seconds "mama please- cmon thats not fair. you look too good in those shorts you know i cant wait that long. just wanna feel you."

i cant help but giggle at his words, its honestly adorable how mopey he gets. like i just kicked his puppy or something.

"hands of jj i mean it... not until that door shuts behind us."

it didn't really matter that i can see the chateau or that ill be there in literally a minute.

its actually painful for jj to not be able to touch me as he pleases.

i turn around to face him with a cheeky smile. "you want me maybank?"

and of course he nods so hard it looks like his head is going to fall right off.

"come and get me," running towards the house, i can see the moment when his reflexes kick in, his boots thudding against the ground as he gains on me.

just before i can make it to the poarch jj wraps his arms around me, lifting me a few inches off the ground and spinning me around in a fit of laughter.

"okay! okay okay okay you win- you got me."

"oh ive got you mama, and im havin you for the rest of the fucking night," he presses a kiss to my neck hauling me inside, the screen door slamming shut after us.

am i gonna regret this tomorrow? most likely.

but what can i say? its slim pickins in this part of town.

[elvisslut]

5 with billie

filming it, either for private purposes or because they’re amateur pornstars

☆warnings-SMUT!, strap on, stripper!r, going against rules, filming, no relationship.

Not spell checked!!

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You had danced for many celebrities before. Some big some small, some girls some guys it didn’t matter celebrities always found themselves under you.

You pride yourself on being the top girl at the club you work at, noone has ever broke that pride or made you stumble on the confidence you had. Until now.

Billie eilish, the world stopped spinning the second you walked to the private dance room. You had been in love with her forever, she was your obsession.

As you danced for her your mind was fuzzy, she was a drug. Her hands found your hips and pulled you against her. Thats when you felt it. This girl was packing.

Your confidence stumbled there. You fumbled a bit with your balance and continued to dance for her.

“When do you get off?” She asks quietly in your ear.

“You’re my last dance for the night” you answer, she smiles and nods. “Do you like Porsche’s?” She asks.

You ended up in her car. Very against the rules, you were breaking rules for a celebrity youve been obsessed with for years. Rules you were very good at going with.

“Come over here baby” billie says, moving her chair back. You climb over and lay your hands on her shoulders, rubbing softly as you search her face.

“Can I record this?” She asks, you nod softly words unable to form. Her hand grabbed your jaw, pulling your face closer to hers.

“Words baby” she says, god her voice was so smooth and sexy. It did things to you.

“Yes..you can record it” you say, she smiles and presses her lips to yours sloppily. She rolled her hips up against you, making the strap hit where you needed her most making you moan in the kiss.

Billie pulled her phone out, parting from you and setting up the phone where it could see the both of you.

“I need you..” you breathe out. She chuckles and nods, pulling her shorts down the strap spring up, you bit your lip and pushed the sweats you changed into before leaving the club off.

“Sit on it baby..” she says, laying her hands on your hips. You nod and lined yourself up with her strap, lowering yourself on her with a moan.

“Oh fuck..” you moan out, digging your nails in her shoulder, your grip was so tight her friends will probably make fun of her for the marks.

“Thats it baby..move” she says, you nod hanging on every word she utters. You move your hips slowly searching her face as she moans. The strap hitting her in the right places.

“You’re so fucking hot” she says, squeezing your hips softly before pulling your shirt off and leaning her head down. Kissing and sucking at your breasts.

“Oh my god..fuck billie..” you moan out, throwing your head back and moving your hips faster. “Fuck so good..” billie mumbles, rolling her hips.

Billie pulls away from your breasts and grabs her phone, pointing it at you then moving it down to show the strap moving in and out of you.

“God youre so hot” she says, biting her lip moving the camera to yours sloppily face, recording your moans.

“Billie..im close..” you breathe out, tightening your grip on her shoulders. “Let go baby..fuck so sexy” she says, you nod and press your lips to hers, your orgasm washing over you.

Moaning against her lips, riding out your orgasm. She wasn’t far behind you, her own release washing over her when you slowed down your hips.

“Fuck..” she breathed out, leaning her head back against the head rest.

“So..can i get your number?” She asks, the both of you bursting out in laughter.

[starmieknight]

Well guess i’ll be your most active asker but i would love No Portal Ford’s reaction to learning that Stanley really did have to chew his way out of the trunk of his car maybe finding out about it on the way back to the cabin. Now what im really interested in is Ford learning about the whole undressing for edible flour in Tijuana…im a sucker for angst plus i just really like your au and your artstyle 😁

Immediate follow up to this!

@maztak i was struggling to get them to this conversation so I had to make a joke first 😆 now, as for Ford finding out about Stan being a stripper… gotta figure out how to bring that up 😅

[ironteeth-fury]

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Do u give ghoap fic recommendations? If so can u give us please 🙏 (iys alr if u don’t want to ^~^)

*rubs hands together* finally my time has come, the 436 cod bookmarks i have will be useful!

right so you didn't specify anything beyond ghoap so i'm gonna throw a bunch in here with different themes and lengths and settings and stuff.

Gonna try to keep it to one work per author as well, but generally check out the other works of these authors!

I'm gonna cover WIP's that i'm following and loving, canon ghoap, still military but au in ways that might be timeline or in the sense of magic or abo or supernatural or something. Also completely AU ghoap, and I also have a couple crack fics that i just think are really good and funny.

Buckle up there's a lot

WIPS

Acceptable Loss by MildLimerence. Limerence is one of my favorite authors, definitely check out all the other works as well. Acceptable Loss is post MWIII wherein Soap gets turned into an agent for Makarov. This has made me cry and scream.

But not to yield by monsterlice and toomanybats. Definitely also check both authors out, more good shit to be found!! post military service for ghost and soap both. Demi!Simon in an abusive relationship, absolute perfect specimen who will treat you right! Soap. Pretty sure this updates weekly on wednesdays or thursdays, i forgot sorry :/

There will be no tenderness by Simcoehole. Simcoehole is where I break the rules, there will be 4 of their fics in this list and I will not apologise (really you should applaud my restraint because i could've put a lot more in here). This is canon Ghoap with Soap on medical leave, stalker!ghost, a lot of angst and pining, and Simcoehole's specialty: idiots to lovers. has only one chapter so it's the best time to get into it! Updates on mondays, I think.

Crack fics

right so a couple shorter fics that are just generally funny

miannach by simcoehole. Right. Simcoehole fic #2. This is very much Crack Premise, executed super well and quite seriously as well. Premise: Soap cuts a hole in a bar of soap (lol) and it becomes a magical portal hole to his ass. So after fucking himself with it, he decides to leave it in teh communal showers. Which is fun but overwhelming. Then Ghost gets a hold of it. (this is just a lot of porn, but it's awesome)

Save a pony, ride a ghost - Jazzybot4 and naughtypixie. Soap has Stripper Skills and it is the perfect opportunity to show them off. the rest of the 141 is stunned <3

the divine and the blessed by ghost_throat. Soap finds himself being sacrificed to a god (believe me this will be 1000x better iwthout context. Don't forget to read the sequel)

Talk Too Much by achievement_huntresss. '22 ghoap who are in denial about their feelings run into '09 ghoap who, while not fucking (anymore) immediatly clock that the idiots are head over heels for each other, and decide to do something about it.

Russian Roulette by Red_Clegane. Just. Soap being a badass completely casual, as you-please. Love the attitude

Canon Ghoap

Up In Arms by eclecticscribbles. Ghost introduces Soap to BDSM so they can infiltrate a fancy exclusive bdsm club to find their target.

Any Time You Need Me by thirteenbullets. right so this is technically an entire series that i've linked, but, they all fall under what im gonna tell you: non-sexual intimacy, physical touch, a bit of angst and a lot of comfort. This entire series feels like curling up with a blanket on the couch in front of the fireplace with a mug of hot cocoa. it's comfy. (also has one of my favorite sentences ever that will live rent-free in my brain forever. He drew the ducks <3)

Seasons by StinglessWasp. the writing is breathtaking, it's a beautiful look at soap, ghost and their relationship and how they change over the course of four seasons.

What Has One Good Leg and Bleeds? by YmeMadarame. Soap gets his leg injured and betrayed and falsly confirmed KIA in the depths of hostile territory. He tries to make it back home. A classic case of it gets worse before it gets better.

Mission Briefs by BleedingTypewriter. What if ghost and soap hooked up before they met for the mission in al mazrah? Written as missing scenes between game cutscenes and missions. Beautiful, funny and sexy!

sometimes words have two meanings by Bluejay141519. beautiful take on the "the team accidentally massively hurts soaps feelings and trigger his inferiority complex" featuring a lot of hurt!soap.

its just a shot away by Bluejay141519. so another breaking of the rules by adding a second fic from bluejay, but both these fics are special to me. This is soap on a mission that went beyond FUBAR, trying to survive long enough for the 141 to come get him, and has been going on stims for almost 4 days. Soap reacts real bad to stims once he comes off of it. This is beautifully written and grabs me every time, and somehow manages to be one of the funniest things i've ever read while the tone of the fic overall is very serious and angsty.

Take a Breath by TAFKAmayle. Longg before the 141 started, we get Sergeant Simon Lamont (who will later be Lieutenant Simon "ghost" Riley) in charge of training the platoon of Corporal John "soap" MacTavish. There is tension. (turns out, it's sexual tension. who'da thunk it?) Includes them meeting again in game canon. (love this, its hilarious and i love it as a peek into Simon's mind)

can't keep johnny down by Wheezing_Joe. Soap loses comms on a mission. The 141 have to leave him behind. Soap makes his own way back to base. Turns out they missed him.

Bad Habits by NebulaGazer. I think this is the first real long fic that I'm linking, at 140k words. It's a mission fic of ghoap getting together. Soap gets thrown out of a couple of windows. It's great!

I Woke Up Underground by WispScribbles. this is a fun one!! we get wump, angst, buried alive trope, more wump, dad!price, and a lot of Feelings. (also definitely comfort at the end no worries)

Bait and Switch by Starlight_VLD. Another Soap gets turned into Makarov's assassin fic, this time with body doubles!! it's beautiful, it's sad, it's comforting, it's 141 as a family.

Oh, Brother by MeowMeowRiley. Ghost's family lives, and through some work civililan connections, both get roped into helping Soap's sibling move, unbeknownst to each other.

This is Ghost and Soap as Simon and John, seen through the eyes of their siblings, who do wonder 'why the hell are they not fucking yet?'

Military Ghoap AU's

faege by Simcoehole. #3 Simcoehole fic!! Soulmate AU following the MWIII storyline. Ghost and Soap wake up tied together by a red string of fate, declaring them soulmates. Both of them decide that, no, fate must have made a mistake, just because I'm hopelessly in love with him. He doesn't feel the same. I don't want to ruin our friendship. Let's see how we can get rid of this because he deserves better than being stuck with me for the rest of his life. (yep.) A lot of pining, angst, Idiots to Lovers (altho the idiots never really goes away with how fucking bad it is lmao). This is beautiful and it will make you yell at your screen and want to throw things but the worst part is that even though they're being big stupid idiots, when you're in their head you GET IT, you might not agree but you understand why they're comign to the conclusions they are (mostly). It's infuriating in the best way.

The devil has my throat by Simcoehole. Hi, last but certainly not least (with over 400k words) we have the devil has my throat. THIS FIC is what got me into the author, and what got me into the community. This fic is the start of my tumblr account. So, yeah.

Vampire!Ghost and Previously-Traumatised-By-Vampires!Soap. Who has, obviously, not processed said trauma at all, but is also immediatly horny as fuck for ghost. Features: being idiots, a lot of kinky vampire sex (so blood and biting and also some fun surprises you'll love later) a supernatural plot, price who doesn't get told even 10% of what's going on, and my Favorite OC Of All Time Ever.

Thrown for a Loop by enter_fand0m_reference00. Time Loop Alone Mission!!!! need I say more?? no, no i don't. (check out the rest of the series for more time loop shenanigans)

Results May Vary by HigherMagic. HigherMagic is one of my favorite authors so definitely check out all the other works as well, but this is the one I picked out to go on this list. It's wolf shifter soap deciding to woo the shit out of dragon ghost. (with a lot of lore!!! we love lore!!!)

Wont you lay your hands on me by Kensington. ABO but make it make sense! Alpha Ghost, Omega Soap, courting, world-building, trauma processing. absolutely one of my favorite abo fics ever (it's #2)

Yes to Heaven by Apollos_Last_Prophet. Okay but what if Soap was "killed" and taken and been made into Makarov's assassin before the 141 is even a thing?? You get this. The Ghoap is absolutely gorgeous in here.

My heart in your hands keeps going on by FetteEule. Former Military Soap! Neighbours Soap and Ghost! Ghost being forced on leave and fucking hating it, and soap changing his mind on it <3 (also of course price knows soap too)

Collecting Strays by WhisperedWords12. Check out the author again, there are more!! Werewolf soap gets rescued from a werewolf fighting ring and, being military, gets kept by Price and the 141. Ghost does not trust Soap at all.

No Rest for the Wicked by WispScribbles. Retired Ghoap are called back in when Price goes MIA. Mission fic. Feelings. Established Ghoap (theyre marrieddd)

hell hath no fury by sunshowers_and_dandelion_wine. Dragon shifter Soap!! Who accumalates the 141 as his hoard and is super protective and possessive, while trying to keep his being a dragon a secret!

Varium Lupus Division by North927. Sort-of military, sort of not? Post 141, Simon sets up his own division where they rescue and rehabilitate shifters/hybrids. Soap is the latest rescue.

Take Me On by Monsterlice. this is the #1 abo fic. It's got traumatised omega!Ghost who does Not Trust Anyone who goes into heat, has put it off long enough that it might kill him if he doesn't get handled by an alpha. Surprise, Gaz and Price, the only alphas (people, really) he trusts in the world are not here!! and won't be back in time. So, Laswell calls in Alpha!Soap (who will start at the 141 in like, a couple weeks) Features Consent!King!Soap who is absolutely enamoured by this huge feral omega who will fucking kill him if he steps a toe out of line. I fucking love soap in this soooo much.

a patron saint for butchers, fools and living fire by ForgottenFrog. I dunno, don't really want to spoil it by telling too much about it. This is one of the fics that settled into my bones and refused to leave.

(are you tired yet, cuz we've got some more to go)

AU's!

Dark Eyes Meet Under The Sky by Aessedia. (gonna have another one of Aessedia because i could NOT for the life of me choose) University professor Ghost. Grad student Soap. Soap needs a reccomendation for ghost who is known for being grumpy and hating his students. Also, Soap begins talking to a Dom on a kink-related dating website. Wonder who that is.

The Aerialist by Aessedia. LIsten okay Aessedia is just fucking amazing and go check /all of it/ out, because these two are my favorites but all the others are super good as well. Also, happy birthday to The Aerialist!! Aerialistic Acrobats Soap and Ghost who starts as rivals but then suddenly have to work together. Beyond overcoming their rivalry, there is also seemingly someone out to kill or at least ruin the 141 acrobats.

Why Did The Cowboy Take Hay To Bed? by LawfulSlab. Definitely check out all the other works as well they're beautiful. Historical au. Omega Soap and Alpha Ghost are the only two survivors of a convoy ambush. They seek shelter and have to pretend to be married to save Soap's virtue (unmarried omega out all alone, gasp!!) and then they fall in love. It's domestic as shit, and beautiful and the convoy was definitely a plot device to get them here and not something that will come back later as more plot, nahh.

Head of Department by Goblin_Pudding. Professors AU! Rival professors who hate each other, Price forces them to work together and /shit fuck we're in love now/. Including the past coming back to haunt you and Feelings <3. Romcom!!

Yellow Card by eddie_dxaz and skerryB. Football players AU! of course our boys start out having a massive rivalry and then Soap comes on the team and they have to play nice. Featuring homophobia of the world of sports, shitty exes coming back to create chaos, alive Riley family (except Simon's dad).

a pirate's life, aye? by victorianankles. firstly, pirate AU is one of my favorites. WE need more pirate au. Just gonna quote my bookmark of this one:

Soap's voice is the perfect mix of melodramatic, sad, hilarious and that somehow humble cockiness that's all Soap. I laughed so fucking much reading this and everyone should read this too, it's beautiful and I love it and I'm gonna cherish this fic forever

for those who need more convincing; one of the epilogues has soap in lingerie that's made of fancy chains and shiny gems. (i might or might not absolutely need art for this fucking hell)

Spoils of War by WhisperedWords12. RIGHT losers of a war get kept as war prisoners until the losing party signs officially that they've lost or something. They get used as sex slaves by the winning party. This is considered normal by everyone involved, as long as you treat your (temporary) slaves well. Soap gets captured and falls under Ghost's care. They are both not prepared for how much they like the other. (a tag from the fic: Enemies to Something They'd Rather Not Talk About. Which I think is quite fitting.) I love the dynamic in this, it's gorgeous.

RIGHT so that's it. For now. I mean i'd assume it's enough for the forseeable future.

Again, like i said i have more than 400 bookmarks so if you want more reccs, reach out, tell me what you like and I'll dig through my bookmarks and brain to see what i can find <3

Also people dont forget to leave kudos and a comment on the fics. If you dont know what to comment, give 'em this one from me:

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[yasikeu]

brothers best friend

got this idea from this twitter post

You were Jake’s sister so you were always used to seeing Heeseung around the house as he was Jake’s closest friend.

Since they had been friends for a while, you had known Heeseung ever since you were young. Your relationship with him was nothing special. He would tease you and play fight with you when Jake wasn’t there to entertain himself, you could ask him for advice and he would never judge you. There never was a sexual chemistry between you both until you became an adult. You and Heeseung would sometimes exchange sultry glances at each other around the house, you could’ve sworn you caught him starting at your cleavage once but you just brushed it off. He had definitely changed from the scrawny and socially awkward boy he was when he first met Jake.

Whenever he would come over to your house, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from checking him out. His side profile looked like it was sculpted by angels, his fluffy auburn hair would frame his face perfectly extenuating his defined facial features, and of course you absolutely loved his soft succulent lips that looked so kissable.

If he weren’t Jake’s best friend you would definitely have shooted your shot already; you were afraid that he only saw you as a little sister. However, that was completely far from the truth.

One day Heeseung came over as usual, but this time he had decided to stay the night so he could play video games with Jake.

You had just come home after hanging out with your friends when you went down to the kitchen hoping to see Heeseung but was only met with a confused Jake.

“Ew, why are you dressed like a stripper?” he said, making a disgusted face. “Shut the fuck up Jake” you said rolling your eyes.

“No but seriously, why are you dressed like that? I’m just used to seeing you dressed like a hobo” he laughed before taking a sip of his drink.

“It’s none of your business” you scoffed before going up to your room and slamming your door shut in embarrassment.

Later on that night, you had decided to get something to drink before starting your nighttime routine and going to bed. To your luck, Heeseung was there in the kitchen alone.

“Oh hey Y/n” Heeseung smiled at you warmly. “Hey” you sighed.

“What’s wrong?” he asked when he noticed your upset facial expression. “Nothing, just tired” you said with a weak smile.

“Ah” he said before nodding. “What are you doing here though? I thought you and Jake were asleep” you asked.

“Jake is asleep but I was hungry”

“Oh, okay.”

“Is that how you’re going to sleep?” heeseung began, his voice soaking up the awkward silence. “Oh no, I was just about to change but I wanted to get a drink first” you laughed nervously.

“I’ve never seen you dress like this Y/n. Don’t tell Jake I said this but, damn you look good” he said while looking you up and down.

“Really? I only dress like this when I go out so that’s probably why.” you giggled. Heeseung nodded in response before the realisation hit him. “Wait, so you're telling me you went out… like this?” he said in disbelief.

“Yeah..”

“You should wear more layers next time. I don’t want random guys hitting on you” he leaned forward to whisper in your ear, his voice husky with desire.

“W-what? What do you mean by that, Heeseung?” you stammered over your words anxiously. The sudden change in his tone sent a rush of heat throughout your body. “You know what I mean. Can’t let other guys see you looking this good” he licked his lips.

“Oh my god, stop it” you pushed him away lightly. “Im being serious though, I mean unless you have a boyfriend or some-“

“No. No. I don’t have a boyfriend. I’m definitely single.” you chuckled, not letting him finish his sentence.

“Oh yeah?” Heeseung said, his tone dropping slowly, sounding more seductive. “Yeah..” you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

The silence between you two became heavy with the unspoken desires and fantasies you have had about each other.

“And why’s that?” Heeseung said as he pinned you against the counter, looking you in the eyes. Your cheeks flushed a deep red under the intensity of his gaze.

“I don’t know” you coughed out almost choking on your own spit. “I think I know why,” he smirked.

“I know you want me Y/n, I see the way you look at me whenever I’m here.” Heeseung teased as he began playing with your hair. You could feel yourself hopelessly being drawn in by his seductive aura.

“You wanna get fucked by your brothers best friend that badly? And that’s why you wore these slutty shorts that barely cover your ass cheeks. You wore them for me, didn’t you?” he hummed. You nodded hesitantly, not being able to hold eye contact with his dark eyes that were fired with anticipation.

“Use your words” Heeseung murmured, his face inches away from yours and his tantalising breath grazing across your skin.

“Y-yes”.

Heeseung lifted your chin with his finger to make you look him in the eyes. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you for so long” Heeseung admitted, his voice trembling with raw emotion before leaning in for a kiss.

Your lips met in a searing kiss as Heeseung groped your ass roughly. “Gonna fuck this tight little pussy so hard ma. But we gotta be quick in case someone wakes up. Ok?”. “Mhm” you mumbled in the kiss not caring about anyone or anything else at that point. Heeseung lifted you up on the counter and took your top off, enjoying the view of your bare chest.

Impatiently, Heeseung pulled your underwear down before pumping his fingers inside of you with no warning.

“Heeseung” you whimpered. “You’re already so wet for me” he praised while covering your neck in love bites.

You threw your head back as you gripped onto his arm, forcing his fingers deeper into your needy cunt. Heeseung’s erection was growing bigger with each pathetic moan and whimper that was escaping from your mouth. “You’re such a needy slut” he groaned. “Fuck me, please” you whined.

“Don’t worry baby, I will.” he whispered before pulling his sweatpants down and releasing his hard cock. Slowly, he began stroking it as he rubbed your wetness all over his fingers.

Gently, he picked you off the counter before turning you around and bending you over. “Mmmm” he moaned in satisfaction as he rubbed his cock in between your cheeks. “They’re so soft” he mumbled quietly. You bit your lips, finding it increasingly hard to not moan loudly with each passing second.

He turned you over, making you face sideways before slowly sinking his cock into your walls, the sensation drawing a gasp from both of your mouth’s. “Fuck Y/n. You’re so tight” Heeseung moaned.

With a gentle movement, Heeseung began to move. Finding a rhythm that spoke of both passion and tenderness. Each motion, each touch, brought you closer together, the bond between you two deepening. The room was filled with the sounds of your muffled lovemaking, a harmony of low gasps and moans that showed the pleasure you were giving and receiving from him.

Heeseung snapped his hips in and out of you as slow as possible, trying to avoid making noise. “H-heeseung…feels s-s-so good” you whimpered inaudibly. “Shhh baby I know, but we have to be quiet” he curred while he covered your mouth with his hand, silencing your whimpers.

As you got closer, you could feel the tension building inside you, like a coil ready to spring. You could tell Heeseung was close too, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. With one final thrust, you both found your release together, your silent cries of pleasure joined in the air.

You collapsed into Heeseung’s arms, bodies still intertwined, as your breaths slowly returned to normal. You could feel his heart beating against yours, a steady reminder of the connection that had just formed between you two. You looked up at him, your eyes filled with love and contentment. "Heeseung," you whispered breathlessly, "that was perfect."

He smiled, his eyes shining with happiness. "It was more than perfect, Y/n," he replied, his voice filled with awe. "It was everything."

“Why don’t you sleep in my room tonight?” you asked, your eyes sparkling with a playful glint. “Are you crazy? Jake would fucking kill me if he caught me in your bed” he said before pulling his pants up.

“Please, I won’t be able to sleep without you tonight” you begged him. “Okay fine, but I’ll have to wake up before Jake does” he surrendered, not being able to resist your charm.

“Don’t worry, Jake isn’t a morning person anyways” you joked as you led him up to your bedroom sneakily.

i’m sorry i haven’t posted anything this entire week i’ve been very sick and i still am but i hit 100+ followers so i really wanted to thank you guys i apologise that this is not the best i’ll try to write something better for my next post <//3

[orphicsun]

all this talk about brothels in zaun i forgot that there’s most definitely strip clubs. now im thinking about stripper reader giving a dance to vi😋

CONTENT: Mentions of horny thoughts, alcohol, and drugs, club setting (strippers and all that good stuff), lap dance (v! receiving), no smut but some grinding, Vi barely touches your nipples that's all she gets unfortunately:((

A/N: you are so right omg I didn't even think of that. love you for this one anon, enjoy<3 Sorry for being a tease with this but I have to make things fun for myself I write smut all the time

Bright, hot pink lights flash over in every direction. The club is packed with all sorts of people, from chembarons to Jinxers, big, buff men and other small and timid. Some are here to get high or drink 'till their hearts content, and that's what Vi thought she showed up for, not to be lumped in with the desperately horny bitches who just came to watch girls spin around a pole. However, upon seeing you, her mindset changes rather quickly.

Your hands wrap around the metal, one leg hitched around the pole, and you move with grace she used to think was impossible for someone in an explicit career choice. It's not even just that, though. Your lacy outfit.. you adorn a pink mesh fabric that leaves nothing to the imagination and gives Vi an irreparable sweet tooth. Suddenly, all of the money she previously wanted to spend on vodka goes towards getting at least one good performance from you.

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Your body feels even better against her than she could have ever imagined.. your thighs straddle over lap as you grind down onto it in a subtle but suggestive way. Your manicured nails trail over her collarbones and up to cup her face, your smile so sickly and yet lacking of enough sustenance for her to feel satisfied. Her hands don't hesitate to hold onto your hips, trying to finally get her fill of you.

"You paid more than you needed to, you know that?" You tease, your mostly bare thighs shifting against the black material of her jeans.

"I would argue that I didn't pay you enough," She shoots back with a cocky grin. You seem intrigued by her. Many of your lap dances are given to cheap men who reek of alcohol and cigarette smoke. Vi, as messy as she looks, reminds you of something better than all of Zaun.

As the performance continues, Vi feels as though she is losing herself watching you move. Every subtle brush, every slight grind, it all drives her crazy. The club lights shining over and the extreme noise bursting from the main section of the club, but she doesn't give a fuck about that. All she really can focus on is the way each movement sends her deep into the rabbit hole of you. Each little kiss you plant on her in innocent but teasing places leaves her wishing she could just throw you over her shoulder and take you home, fuck you so roughly for being a huge tease. She can't do that, though; truth is, she's enjoying how much of a tease you are. For once, she enjoys the pure build-up. You grind against her and though the friction isn't meant to actually feel good, she swears she can, and your hair shines a tinted pink as the lights graze it, your face dark and yet so close to hers.

"Your time's almost up, sweetie." Your movements almost slow down to a halt, but Vi quickly grabs your hips, catching you by surprise. She slips a couple more coins into your bra, her hand brushing against your nipple ever so slightly.

"This'll last me a while, don't you think?" Her grin is so clear, she is just so so okay with staying at this club with you all night, even if all she gets is a little lap dance. She should be worried about the fact that all of her money is about to go towards you, that this is definitely an act of seduction you're working on her. It might as well have been magic. She can't really care when you shrug and flash that sugary smile once more, your body moving on top of hers once more.

Vi left the club that night at 4 in the morning and with a practically empty wallet, but it was so fucking worth it.

[pretty-little-mind33]

Tangerine x stripper fem!reader

Mini-series summary: When Tangerine opened an underground strip-club to cover for his murder-for-hire business operation, he wasn't expecting to become so easily distracted by one girl in particular.

Chapter summary: You can handle yourself, you've been doing it alone for years, but you can't deny it feels nice when someone else cares for you for a change. (3.6k)

Warnings: sleazy gross rich men, strip clubs, violence, drugs, alcohol, sex work, sexual harassment

BAD FOR BUSINESS MASTERLIST

In the late afternoon, the loud, lively, self-named 'gentleman's club' feels eerily empty. The jazz music plays so quietly that the only real sound is the faint clinking of the glasses as Lennie, the bartender, polishes them.

Tangerine usually never arrives this early, but Leo had conveniently asked him to finish up the paperwork so here he is, walking up the stairs and into his office, which conveniently overlooks the main stage from up in the glassed mezzanine.

His hair is damp from the rain as he rests his umbrella near the door. The classical music from his earbuds drowns out the jazz from the lounge and he holds in a yawn, taming his curls with his hand as he strolls to his desk. He touches the array of papers Leo has left him for him. 

Tangerine's eyebrows pinch in disapproval. He drops his phone on the desk, draping his suit jacket on the back of his chair and sinking down, resting his hand on the wood. He drums his fingers, his mind wandering as the music lulls him. He can feel a headache coming on and he pulls out the earbuds, texting Lemon from his phone. 

T : Are you working tonight? 

L : Ya. Are you? 

T : I'm here early. Leo didn't fucking finish his paperwork and now I have to clean up after that arsehole. 

L : Dickhead.

T : Bloody motherfucker. 

L : Such a Diesel.

Tangerine rolls his eyes playfully, turning his phone over and grabbing his reading glasses to begin on the paperwork. Some fucked up jobs they've been needing to deal with. That and keeping up with the finances to keep this hellhole open.

Investors aren't exactly happy. They want more girls, they want more sex. Tangerine groans. He's starting to regret this. Opening this business. However, when he thinks of the girls, his regret dwindles. It doesn't matter that the establishment is a cover, he pays them well. He's fair and he knows they need it.

If he listens to Leo and closes this place down then where are they supposed to go? Tangerine knows men, especially men that actually work in this business, and he doesn't want his girls to fall into their hands. 

He pinches the bridge of his nose, rubbing his eyes as he brings the papers in front of him. 

Fuck this, he thinks.

Hours pass and the music from below begins to grow louder. He rests his glasses on his desk and stands, stretching his arms. He strolls to the glass and peers down at the floor. The dim lights have been turned on and Lemon and the other bodyguards are preparing for the night. Tangerine hums, walks around to his desk again, and continues to work for a little while longer. Soon, his mind wanders to the girls again and he opens the computer, searching the schedule for tonight. 

When he finds your name, he can't help the way his lips curve and his stomach twists. He closes the tab. He feels like a love-sick schoolboy, a perverse one at that, he shouldn't like you as much as he does, but how could he not? 

You're the sweetest girl here. 

Another few hours pass and Tangerine is concentrating on sending important emails. He's sick of planning these heists, these kills, it makes his head hurt. Lemon would say he's burned out, and that he needs a vacation, but he refuses to listen to his brother. 

He refuses to listen to his brother on a lot of things.�� 

It's the sound of your song that pulls his attention away from his computer. That smooth sensual tune you always dance to and he sits up immediately. He looks at the clock over his door. 2 am already? Tangerine stands and makes his way over to the glass, his breath hitching when he sees you on stage.

You're dressed in lacy white lingerie. A small pair of angel wings adorn your back, the strings attaching them wrapping sensually around your torso. Your hair is curled and you're wearing a small golden halo. It's your usual outfit, but you look absolutely stunning. 

Tangerine feels just as perverted as the men watching you and his cheeks heat up. He looks at the audience and recognizes some of the usual. Some old 'work' colleagues or wealthy aristocrats. Powerful men. Dangerous men. His jaw clenches. This is why he insisted on so many bodyguards all around. Men that this place attracts are accustomed to having whatever they want, whenever they want it.

Already, these girls are being displayed on a golden platter for them, but Tangerine would be damned if these men tried to push their luck. This place has rules. Strict ones he put in place when he realized Leo wasn't caring. That's why he'd been coming around more often, to make sure that arsehole wasn't being abusive. He tells himself that's the only reason.   

His eyes wander back to you. He knows you're almost finished with your routine. Tangerine has it memorized by now. Involuntarily, he feels his trousers tighten around his crotch as he continues to watch the way you dance.

When you tilt your head upwards a little, holding yourself up by the pole, you lock eyes and Tangerine's entire stomach flips. He stays very still, his expression neutral and dismissive. You smile, keeping your eyes on his as you finish the dance and blow a kiss into the crowd.

Fuck. He needs a fucking smoke. 

Tangerine makes his way down the stairs and into the lounge. He's assaulted by the smell of alcohol and drugs, as well as the familiar stench of sex the moment he enters the room. He fumbles with his cigarette pack in his pocket and pops a cigarette in his mouth. 

"Oi," Lemon's voice interrupts his thoughts from near the entrance door, which is slightly ajar. He's talking to another bodyguard, Wayne, and the latter nods his head at Tangerine. "How's work, bruv?"

Tangerine comes over and blows the smoke outside from the open door. He leans against the wall and looks into the room, keeping an eye out. You've gone backstage. "It's a fuckin' pain in my arse," is all he says and Lemon pats him on the shoulder. 

"I'be been tellin' ya Leo is a diesel." 

Tangerine sends him a dark look. "Shut up about that already, would ya? You're gettin' on my fuckin' tits." 

Lemon only rolls his eyes with a small chuckle and continues his discussion with Wayne. The jazz music continues, now hurting Tangerine's ears as his annoyance only seems to grow. 

He prays a drink will dull his incoming headache.

He flicks the burnt out cigarette into the trash can near the exit and walks to the bar. All the girls he crosses, the ones that aren't already entertaining some snobby dickhead, send him warm smiles. He returns them. 

"Whiskey. Neat," Tangerine says to Lennie, leaning against the bar.

"'Course, boss," Lennie nods, preparing his usual. 

Tangerine looks to the side, catching a glimpse of you a few tables over. You're perched on some older man's lap, your thighs straddling his hips. The man's hands wander from your waist upwards as he whispers something into the shell of your ear, looking towards one of the multiple rooms.

Tangerine's expression sours as his head continues to throb. However, his heart slowly calms when you shake your head and push the man away from you, while still entertaining him. 

Lennie sets the whiskey next to Tangerine's hand and looks over. "Prick has been harassing her to go into one of the rooms all night," he says, his tone tense, "I told Trevor to keep an extra eye on him when he's around her. He'll intervene if things get handsy." 

Tangerine nods, turning to his drink. He knows Trevor has it handled in case things escalate and he knows you do too. You're no stranger to standing up for yourself, after all, he's seen you slap your fair share of men, but still his stomach twists. He'd rather you not deal with assholes like that. "Appreciate it," he says gruffly from behind his glass as he drinks his whiskey and the music continues to pound his ears.

He shuts his eyes a moment, enjoying the burning on his tongue as it grounds him. Only the sound of your voice shatters the momentary calm as his eyes snap open. 

* * *

"Don't touch me!" you shout, not afraid to raise your volume as you stand up from the man's lap. His hand stays firmly planted on your hips, the heat from his pudgy fingers making your stomach churn. He'd ripped the delicate lace of your top, the fabric now hanging onto your stomach and exposing more of the skin of your breast than was already shown. You're flustered as you try and push his hand away again. 

"Stop. I said no."

The man only grins, his yellowish teeth showing. "Whores can't say no," he snickers and your eyes round. You glance at the bodyguard, Trevor, who's already approaching because of your initial shout and the stranger stands, advancing on you. This time his hand clenches around your wrist, pulling you into his chest as he gropes your ass with his other hand.

Without hesitation, you swing your arm, hand balled into a fist, and hit him square in the jaw. The man gasps and drops his hold on you as blood trickles down his chin. Your ring had split the bastard's lip.

Your expression darkens and in anger, you swing your arm again, not entirely satisfied with the damage you'd caused, only to feel someone delicately hold their hand under your elbow and pull you into them. You tense, relaxing when you smell that familiar expensive cologne. 

"Shh, angel, you're okay," Your boss's voice is hoarse and low in your ear as he holds you close. The lounge has come to a halt, all members watching the scene now as Trevor grabs the man's arm, twisting it harshly behind his back. 

"What the fuck?! The slut hit me!" The man shouts as he fights against Trevor.

Your anger spikes again when you hear him call you that but Tangerine's hand on your cheek calms you. He turns your head away and his thumb is rough on your skin. When you look up you realize he isn't looking at you. He's looking at the man, his eyebrows scrunched in an emotion you can't quite read.

Swiftly, he presses a fluttering kiss to your hairline, almost imperceptible to others, before he walks over to the man. 

Trevor holds him still and you hold your breath, unsure what Tangerine is planning. 

"I'm the owner," Tangerine tells him calmly, looking down at the older man. He's hiding a smirk at how much blood you'd managed to draw from him. "What seems to be the issue?"

The man sniffs, spitting out some blood where you had nicked his lip towards you, "Your whores seem to think they have more authority than they should. I'd nip that in the bud if I were you," he hisses with such contempt you feel even more exposed than you already are.

Tangerine looks at you, his jaw clenching. "I see," he whispers, his blue eyes roaming your figure. He smiles at you and then turns and punches the man so hard in the nose that there is a loud crack. You gasp, covering your mouth as the room erupts into loud gasps. Tangerine stands still as Trevor keeps the man up, his broken nose is now gushing blood. 

Tangerine steps forward and fists his hand in the man's collar, keeping him up. His tone is even as he glares at him. "If I were you I'd think twice before touching one of my girls like that—or any girl for that matter."

His eyes narrow and then he chuckles darkly. His tone is mocking when he says, "Now, why don' ya get the fuck out of my establishment before I really lose my temper. Yeah? Good. Trevor, show this wanker out, would ya? Thanks."

Tangerine drops the man, not even looking at him as Trevor drags him out. The lounge is deadly silent now, everyone simply watching him. You're holding your breath, unsure what to do or say. 

"Show's over," Tangerine exclaims sternly. He turns to look at you but before he can, one of your friends shrieks and interrupts the moment. 

"Hon! Are you okay?" Anette runs up to you in her burgundy heels. Her Texan accent rolls off her tongue like honey and her long auburn hair falls over her shoulders. She's your favorite coworker, and one of your best friends, so you relax when her fingers gently pull up your torn top to cover you. It's ruined.

"Oh, darling," she whispers, knowing how it feels to receive too much attention from the customers here.

She hurries you backstage, ignoring the commotion around you both as she rubs your shoulders. You turn to Annette. "Did you see how hard he punched him?" you ask, your eyes wide. Annette nods, biting her cheek. 

"I did. The boss is good like that," she says as she sits you at your vanity, grabbing a sewing kit from her drawer to quickly fix your top. Annette begins to fix your top. She's clumsy with her movements.  You nod, staring at your shaken-up reflection; your hair is a mess and your previously picture-perfect appearance looks messy. Tangerine's cologne lingers on your skin your hairline tingles from where he'd kissed you and your stomach twists. 

He'd protected you. 

Suddenly, you hear a sharp knock on the dressing room door.

"Yeah?" Annette calls, removing the needle from her mouth as she continues to sew. You wince when she almost pricks your shoulder. 

"May I come in?"

You and Annette freeze at the voice behind the door and her green eyes widen. "It's the boss," she mouths. You nod, standing up and grabbing one your jumper and pulling it on. You don't have any more desire to be so exposed after what has happened. 

"Yeah," Annette says. There is a pause and then the door unclicks.

Once it opens, Tangerine stands in the doorway, arms crossed, and he looks a little awkward being outside the dressing room. He sees Annette and then you and his expression softens. "I'd like to offer to drive you home," he tells you, sounding completely serious and professional. "I understand you may be shaken up because of what happened and I don't want you to stay here in those circumstances. It wouldn't be right." 

You fiddle with the hem of the jumper, unsure if you should accept his offer. You don't feel like going out there again and dealing with more disgusting men, but you need the money. You don't speak, your gaze stuck on his as you contemplate your choices but Tangerine remains patient.

Annette, on the other hand, doesn't, so she pushes your shoulder, prompting an answer from you. You stumble forward and the words just fall from your lips.

"I'd like that, if you don't mind," you say, ignoring any nerves around him. Tangerine, while your boss, has always been kind to you. He's a real gentleman. 

Tangerine hums, very obviously suppressing a smirk while his eyes remain neutral. "I don't mind. I'll wait outside whilst you gather your things. No rush." You nod and he turns on his heels. Once he's shut the door, Annette squeals. 

"Oh my goodness," she says as you gather your belongings into your bag. You take your clothes, folding them over your arm. 

"What?" you whisper, hiding behind the curtain to change. Your cheeks feel warmer. 

"He has the hots for you!" Annette practically swoons, falling into the chair and drumming her nails on the vanity. You pull up your jeans, adjusting your jumper, and roll your eyes at her words. 

"Bullshit," you laugh, "he's just being nice." 

"He's taking time from his work to drive you home," Annette says, "C'mon, he totally does!"

You pin your hair up, shaking your head. You stuff the accessories of your skimpy costume into your bag and throw it over your shoulder. Slipping on your sneakers, you pull aside the curtains. Annette is smirking.

"Don't you have work to do?" You deadpan, crossing your arms. 

Annette raises her arms in surrender, standing up and pulling up her stockings. She pulls her skirt higher, exposing the sparkling garter hugging her upper thigh. She winks, walking over and kissing your cheek, pushing some loose strands of hair behind your ear.

"If you end up fucking the boss, I'll need all the details," she whispers and pulls away, holding up her hands, her palms touching, as she slowly drags them apart and grins. 

You push down her hands, embarrassed. "Stop it." 

"It's really a damn shame you can't see the way he looks at you when you aren't looking," she hums, adding one last tease, and then leaves the room through the back exit and into the lounge. 

You exit in the opposite direction, walking into the hall and then opening the heavy door to the outside. The cold night air is harsh on your skin and you startle when you see Tangerine leaning against the brick wall, blowing warm air from his nose as he exhales. 

"Ready?" he asks, his voice thick. 

You nod, clutching the strap of your bag tighter. You follow him through the parking lot in silence, hearing only the sound of your sneakers and his shoes on the pavement. "Thank you for doing this," you say, catching up to him. He slows his strides and looks over at you, his expression still unreadable.

"No need," he says and stuffs his hands in his trousers, "I'm sorry that man laid his hands on ya. Trevor or Wayne should have seen it and intervened sooner, otherwise what do I pay them for—" he pauses, shaking his head, "And I should have intervened sooner."

You shake your head. "It's really okay."

"No, it isn't," he says sternly and opens the passenger door to his car. It's an older vintage black car. It's in such pristine condition you're almost afraid to sit on the leather seat. Tangerine waits patiently as you buckle in and then he walks over to the driver's side. He turns to you, his sharp blue eyes looking into yours. Your breath catches in your throat. 

He's incredibly handsome, in a rather dangerous way. 

"It won't happen again, angel," he promises, the name rolling from his tongue. You remember when you'd first started working for him; he'd nicknamed you angel and then it just stuck. However, it always sounded different from his lips.

You nod, smiling at him a little as he puts the car in gear and drives onto the road. The radio plays as ambient music and you hum along, resting your chin on your palm as you look out the window. You only live twenty minutes away from the club, but that usually means an hour and a half of public transport so you're really grateful.

"Tangerine?" you suddenly pipe up, turning to him. His eyes are trained on the road. He hums. "Could I have more shifts?"

Tangerine's hands tighten around the steering wheel. "Why on earth would you want more shifts?" he asks roughly, not really thinking of anything more than that more shifts would mean more filthy men possibly trying to touch you. Hurt you.

Your voice is small when you explain, "Well, I do need the money. I'm trying to finish uni and it's expensive."

Guilt washes over him when he hears your reasoning. Of course. He pays you well, he knows this, he's a fair boss but there is only so much he can do and his business partner, Leo, isn't as generous. 

"Oh," he says, frowning. After a pause he says, "I'll see what I can do."

You nod, holding your hands together in your lap as your knees touch. You feel a little awkward and you add, "I'm sorry to ask—"

Tangerine's laugh interrupts you and he looks over for a moment, a smile curling his lips. "There's no need for that, I understand—and you can relax," he says and moves his hand as if to touch your knee, only ultimately deciding against it and resting it on the gear shift instead. "You have no reason to be nervous around me. In here, I'm not your boss," he pauses. 

You let out a breath, hiding a smile as you bite the inside of your cheek. You want to ask what that makes him if he's not your boss, but you don't.

You're unaware he wants to ask the same thing. 

Once he's parked in front of your apartment complex, Tangerine insists he walk you to your door. You turn to him, smiling. "Thanks for doing this," you say in a whisper, once again being captured by the intensity of his blue eyes. Your chest rises and your gaze dances across his features.

Your chest tightens and you act on instinct, the memories you've had with him over the years flashing in your mind; the small and yet significant conversations, the shared glances from across the room when you'd be dancing, the handwritten note on your birthday only you would receive, and of course the fleeting brushes of your hands—

Annette's previous words ring in your ears.

You kiss his cheek quickly, cheeks warm as you pull away. Tangerine looks surprised, his eyes widening as his cheek tingles. You've left a lipstick smudge and you panic, raising your thumb to wipe it away. You make a small squeak, only smearing the lipstick around and then you hurry into your apartment, closing the door behind you. 

You slam your back against your door, mouthing a scream into your hand. You curse yourself, unaware that just behind your door Tangerine is grinning like a lovesick fool, his fingers resting against the mark you'd left on him.

[rubywithecat]

Tokyo revengers boys when you ignore them after one night stand (pt.1)

Mikey

-he almost doesnt recognize you

-when he senses the familiar scent when you passed through him, he couldnt help but turned his head

-"Hey wait" he called out. "do i know you?"

-U frozed. "I dont know you..." u lied. He walked to face you and looked you carefully. U broke the eye contact and excused yourself.

-he grabbed your hand which made your body gravitated toward his chest

-"your a bad liar" his lips nearly toucing yours. "plz dont ignore me. ive been searching u everywhere"

Ran Haitani

-He thought he would just forget you as like he does for many women who he had slept with

-But something about u made him craving u more, maybe cuz of ur innocence (u were a virgin)

- U were going to ur class when u heard a smiliar voice, u quickly hide when u caught a glimpse of him

-he was on his phone and he seemed to like noticed that u hide, he smirked

-"Rindou, I will call u back" he closed his phone and walked toward where u were

-ur heart was beating so fast and u just prayed he would passed through and closed ur eyes

-"Found ya" he whispered, loud enough for u to hear. "U who snaked away from me after i gave u ur first best night ever. Don’t u think it’s a lil bit unfair to me?” he grabbed ur waist as if he could read ur mind about escaping

-"u cant run away from me second time, Miss"

Chifuyu Matsuno

-He tried to forget about what happened that night and didnt even think he could meet u again

-when he saw u at the mall, he was about to call u out but he saw u with a kid, he thought its ur kid

-he didnt try to talk with u anymore cuz he doesnt wanna be a threat to ur marriage or smth

-u also saw him but u were too nervous to go and talk cuz u liked that guy so much “what if he doesn’t remember me? I would just embarrass myself” u whispered to urself

-as u guys parted, u were sad and hopeless

-"hey (kid name), i need to use toilet. dont go anywhere before i come back,okay?' u bent down to the kids height and smiled.

-"Yes” he replied cutely. "Good boy." u told him and go to toilet quickly.

-just a hen u come back, u saw him talking to a guy so u rushed quickly.

-"how old r u?" u could hear slightly. "i am 8" ur nephew answered.

-"what did i tell u (kid name)?Dont talk to random--' u scolded him before realizing that guy

-"he just saved me from some bad guys who tried to steal our shopping bags" ur nephew answered.

"Oh god" u sighed and turned back to him, but dont dare to look at him. "Umm... thank u for saving my nephew..." u said awkwardly.

-He was stunned but he felt relieved and glad that he wasn’t ur son

-U were about to walk away when he started to talk, "Im sure we met before, right?"

-U looked back at him and he was smiling at u and it was not a question. He remembered u and will not let u go anymore

Hanma Shuji

-From the moment he saw u, he couldn’t lie to himself that he fell in love with u

-Whenever he fcks someone he always think about u

-He was pissed that u left him after s*x without even leaving ur number

-He tried his best to forget u

-u didnt expect to meet a one night stand u met last year at the club u work

-Ur not like a stripper or anything like that. U work as a waitress there as u have no choice to pay for ur collage

-U quickly covered ur face as he walked passed through

-"maybe he wont even remember me at all. It was long time ago" u relieved. But then he stopped.

-"Hey" he called u. "Wtf- plz don’t remember me" u mumbled. U dont wanna invlove in gang things so its best to stay away

-"Do u know where are vip rooms?" he asked u

-"Uh— it’s at ur left, sir" U didnt dare to look back and just answered nervously, hoping he doesn’t see ur face

-U stared at u from behind for a sec and then walked away, smoking.

-“U see that girl over there? Bring her to my room” he ordered the waiter

-“Sir, I’m afraid she’s just a waitress and doesn’t do that kind of thing ya know…” the waiter answered, afraid “I- could suggest u the best beautiful stripper in our club. I’m sure u will be satis—“ before he could finish his word, he was punched to the ground.

-“Useless shits” he mumbled as he looked down and wiped the blood strain on his ring “Bring her to me” he said and left as he threw sone cash to the waiter face.

-U entered the dim light room, written “VIP” cuz ur coworker begged u so u empathized him

-“Were u searching for me?” U said impatiently and faked to be confident when u were trembling inside. “Look, just to be clear, im not interested in sleeping with u. I just come to tell u that so plz leave me alone and my coworkers, sir”

-Hanma just laughed helplessly as he finds that cute and as u were about to leave, he tightly hugged u from behind and kissed ur neck, leaving a mark

-“Who said I care whether ur intreated or not?” he smirked. “U were already mine. Don’t u dare run away from me… please?” His voice changed. It was the first time he begged for someone and u also feel that part of u just can’t resist him

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A/N: Hi! Welcome back y’all! <3 So, I have been disappearing for a long time cuz of final exam and now it’s over so I can finally write back and have a lot of ideas that I wanna share with u guys. <3

Sorry for not being able to respond the requests but now that I’m free, I will be open to ur requests again! :*

And I hope u guys like this one and any supports are very much appreciated, loves <33

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