#last gif sets with new content 😔

[mayasdeluca]

LUCY, KATE, AND KAI NCIS HAWAI'I: 3x10 'Divided We Conquer'

[kira-dofc]

Bodyguard! Gojo x K-pop Idol Male reader

Part 2

Part 1

Notes: I don't really know what to say, but, OMG, I MADE A SMUT? Well, I had to do it someday I had to feed you all with Gojo 😔

Word count: 3000

Warnings: Smut! Size kink (?), overstimulation, sub male reader, I don't know anymore.

Fem and minors dni! (18+ content warning)

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You woke up to the sudden buzz of your phone. It was 7:00 a.m., and your eyes, still heavy with sleep, struggled to focus as you reached out to turn off the persistent alarm. With a groggy sigh, you placed the phone back on the nightstand and collapsed back onto the bed, seeking the warmth of your blankets. As you did, you felt a comforting presence next to you: a white-haired man with a strong yet gentle grip around your waist. His name was Gojo, and his presence had become your most cherished comfort.

Gojo nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin as he groaned softly, still caught in the haze of sleep. You felt his warmth envelop you, and you instinctively tightened your embrace around him, pressing yourself closer to his invitingly warm chest. His body heat was intoxicating, and you found yourself sinking deeper into the mattress, your worries melting away in the safe haven of his arms. He was perfect, and every moment with him felt like a precious gift.

The morning light began to filter through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Despite the intrusion of dawn, you couldn't bring yourself to leave the comfort of his embrace. Gradually, you drifted back to sleep, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a serene slumber.

When you woke up again, it was to the disconcerting realization that Gojo was no longer beside you. The space where he had lain was now cold and empty. Panic began to set in as you quickly sat up, your eyes darting around the room in search of any sign of him. Your heart raced as you scanned the hotel room, your mind conjuring up all sorts of anxious scenarios. You clambered out of bed and started your frantic search, checking every possible hiding spot.

You peeked into the small kitchen area, hoping to find him making breakfast, but there was no sign of him. You even looked under the bed, inside the closet, and every other conceivable nook and cranny, but to no avail. Just as you were beginning to feel a deep sense of dread, you remembered the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, and you felt a glimmer of hope.

Pushing the door open, you saw him, and relief washed over you. There he was, taking a bath, completely naked and seemingly unbothered by your sudden entrance. His surprise was evident as he flinched at the sound of your voice, but his expression quickly softened into a chuckle. "What are you doing here?" he asked with a playful glint in his eye. "Want to take a bath with me?"

Your face turned crimson as you stammered, "No!" You hastily retreated, slamming the door behind you, feeling like a blushing mess. You could still hear his laughter echoing from the bathroom as you sat back down on the bed, trying to calm your racing heart.

Desperate for a distraction, you picked up your phone and opened it, only to be greeted by a barrage of notifications. The headlines screamed at you:

**Xx News: "Y/N L/N Dating Rumors Revealed: K-pop Idol Y/N L/N in a Relationship!"**

Your heart skipped a beat as you scrolled through the messages. Your group chat was exploding with activity.

**Geto:** "BRO, YOU'RE TRENDING RIGHT NOW 💀"

**Nanami:** "What the hell is happening?"

And then there were the countless fan messages, each more dramatic than the last.

**I want to suck Y/N's toes 💖:** "BRO, MY HUSBAND IS DATING SM1 😔💔💔🤬😡😟😟😔😔💔💔"

**Y/N-kun uwu?:** "GOJO DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH MY POOKIE WOOKIE BOOKIE BEAR ARGARGARGARG 🤬🤬🤬😡😡😡😡"

You sighed, knowing full well that this was bound to happen eventually. Gojo's slip-up had exposed your relationship to the world, and now you were trending for all the wrong reasons. While it was partly his fault, you couldn't deny your own role in the fiasco. Still, you couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all as you continued scrolling through the flood of messages.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the creak of the bathroom door. You looked up to see Gojo, still wet and very much naked, peeking out with a sheepish grin. "Baby, where are the towels? I can't find 'em," he called out, looking helpless.

Startled, you quickly got up, "Wait, I'll go get some." You rummaged through the drawers and found a fresh towel. You handed it to him, trying to avoid looking directly at his still-damp form. "Here," you said, your cheeks still burning.

"Thanks," he replied, his smile widening as he took the towel and wrapped it around his waist. You turned to leave, but he caught your wrist and pulled you back towards him. You found yourself face to chest with him, his muscled torso warm and inviting. You looked up, meeting his mischievous gaze.

"What are you doing?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

"This," he said softly, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on your lips. The kiss quickly deepened, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that made you weak in the knees. You let out a breathy moan, lost in the sensation of his lips against yours. He nipped at your bottom lip before pulling away, his breathing heavy.

"You know we can continue this," he murmured suggestively, his eyes dark with desire.

You shook your head, trying to regain your composure. "No, I have a lot I want to do, and I'm getting a bath."

"But I can take a bath again," he teased, pulling you closer.

"No," you said firmly, but with a smile, gently pushing him away. He pouted playfully as you finally managed to escape his grasp and head towards the shower. The warm water cascaded over you, washing away the remnants of sleep and the tension from your encounter with Gojo. It was refreshing and calming, a welcome respite from the chaos that awaited you.

After your shower, you dried off and dressed in a comfortable yet stylish outfit: a grey shirt, beige cargo pants, and black sneakers. Feeling more like yourself, you walked back to Gojo, who was now fully dressed and waiting for you with a playful smile.

"Come on, let's eat. I'm hungry," you whined, your stomach growling in agreement.

He chuckled, "Okay, okay, let's go."

You both grabbed your keycards and headed down to the main lobby, where the hotel's breakfast buffet awaited. As you walked side by side, the events of the morning replayed in your mind, a mixture of embarrassment, amusement, and contentment. Despite the unexpected turn of events, you felt a deep sense of happiness inside you, as you looked over at him, staring at his eyes.

You two finally reached the lobby and were met with a chaotic scene at the entrance. A throng of paparazzi and cameramen waited outside, their flashes illuminating the glass doors like strobe lights. You weren't sure if they were there for you, but the mere possibility made you decide to focus on eating first.

The breakfast buffet was extraordinary, an impressive spread of culinary delights. You couldn't resist the allure of the beautifully arranged dishes. You piled your plate high with a variety of foods, from fluffy pancakes and crispy bacon to fresh fruit and delicate pastries. Each bite was more delicious than the last. Before long, you felt your stomach reaching its limit. Holding your bloated belly, you groaned, "Too much food..." and grumbled. Gojo, sitting across from you, had eaten significantly less, his appetite seemingly much smaller than yours.

As you sipped on a final glass of orange juice, your thoughts drifted back to the commotion at the hotel's entrance. Curiosity gnawed at you, and you decided it was time to investigate. With Gojo by your side, you made your way towards the front of the hotel. The moment you stepped outside, a barrage of camera flashes assaulted your eyes. The intensity of the scene was overwhelming, and you found yourself rooted to the spot, unable to move.

Just then, you felt a sudden warmth enclosing your hand. Gojo had grabbed it tightly, his grip reassuring and firm. "Let's get out of here, come on!" he urged, his voice cutting through the cacophony. Without another word, he pulled you back inside the hotel, the paparazzi surging forward in an attempt to follow you.

You both ran towards the elevator, the hotel's security guards stepping in to hold back the growing crowd. The elevator doors opened just in time, and you and Gojo slipped inside, the doors closing behind you with a reassuring thud.

Panting, you rested your hands on your thighs, trying to catch your breath. You glanced at Gojo, who was laughing despite the situation. "God, it's only been a day, and people are already obsessing over us!" His laughter was infectious, and you found yourself chuckling as well. However, the moment was interrupted by a ding, signaling the elevator's arrival at another floor.

The doors slid open to reveal a familiar figure. "Y/N, there you are! I've been looking everywhere for you." It was your current group member, Geto. His eyes widened in surprise at the sight of you and Gojo. "Close," you commanded hastily, and the doors began to close slowly, leaving Geto standing there with a bemused expression.

Finally reaching your floor, you walked down the hallway towards your room, Gojo's hand still firmly holding yours. The adrenaline from the chase had left you both slightly giddy. You fumbled with the keycard, eventually managing to unlock the door. Once inside, you immediately plopped down on the bed, the soft mattress welcoming your tired body.

Gojo let out a sigh of relief, flopping onto the bed beside you. "That was intense," he remarked, a hint of amusement still in his voice.

"Tell me about it," you replied, closing your eyes for a moment to savor the quiet. The events of the morning played back in your mind, from the lavish breakfast to the unexpected paparazzi ambush. You were still trying to process it all.

Gojo's hand remained in yours, a comforting presence amidst the chaos. "At least we have each other," he said softly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

You opened your eyes and turned to look at him, a smile tugging at the corners of

your lips. "Yeah," you agreed, "we do."

"So what do you want to do now?" Gojo questioned while leaning towards you, "We could order wine and drink stuff or..." You gazed at his mouth as it mouthed the words he was muttering. How soft and plump his lips looked. They way it was the right shade of pink, enough for you to just kiss it until it fades it's color.

"I know what do to," "What?" He looked at you enthusiastically. "Just wait, I'll make this fun for you."

You leaned towards him, giving him a kiss. You placed your hands on his chest, squeezing it as you laid your chest to his. You fell into the kiss as he held your waist tightly. Swaying it from the movements of your lips interlocking his.

His started tongue exploring your mouth as you let out a muffled moan. This turned him on. He moved up from the corner of the bed to the middle, keeping your contact intact with him. Your kisses just mean everything to him. Just the mere sense of biting your soft lips, making him hard every single time. Your moans, too, give him a tingle everything he hears it. The first kiss filled with pure romance turned into sloppy, dirty ones.

You arched your back, trying to deepen the kiss. You just loved the feeling of his skin touching yours. The way he held your hips as he buckled it near his crotch. You two soon ended the kiss, hoping to catch some breath. He then pulled off your shirt as you unbuttoned his. His abs were perfect. You grazed your hand onto his collarbone as he grazed his at your hips. His hands soon touched your back, giving you small shivers.

"Suck me off first, babe?" He said as he placed his palm on your cheeks. He then unbuckled his belt and took off his pants. You sat there in front of him to see a wet and bare cocktail standing in front of you. You looked at his as you thought if this was a good idea, but your body did its thing and went closer to it. You kissed the tip as you played with the slit, teasing it before suckong it in. "Hey, not teasing..." Gojo said with a slight whimper in his voice. His hand held tightly to your head, swirling your hair clockwise with his thumbs as you finally took it in one whole push.

You were quite experienced, giving the fact that you and Gojo had done this multiple times, so you could say your were his personal slut ;). A small whimper came out of Gojo as he held your hair tightly, trying to stop the sounds he was about to make. You slowly took it in, moving up and down as you swirled your tongue on his tip. Good enough. This made him moan quite a couple of times.

Soon after, your head was being pushed up and down by Gojo as he held your head tightly. He was like holding some kind of pillow with a hole inside, trying to satisfy his sweet, sweet cravings of your mouth. You couldn't breathe, but you couldn't deny that it felt great, too great. He soon came, strings off his baby makers fell right into your throat, it was rather sweet and warm.

He then lifted you up to his legs as you sat on him. He pushed you on the bed as you played there half naked. He took off your pants, almost ripping it on the process, as he held your hips. You then felt a sudden twitch in your aching hole. You saw his idea finger coming in and out of you. This wasn't enough for you to moan loud for him; you wanted something bigger. He then added a second finger, thrusting it in and out. With your face all flustered, you covered your face with the nearest pillow as you tried to muffle your soft whimpers coming out from your mouth. "You said you're making this fun for me? Now, why don't you make me listen to your sweet voice, hm?" He said as he touched your prostate, making your squeal louder than anyone could.

He soon noticed your sudden scream as he chuckled and kept hitting the same exact spot over and over. Your screams turned into moans as you felt your climax peaking over. Gojo leaned over to you, his chest close to yours yet still not stopping from his fingering. His breaths were hot, hitting your face every time he pushed his fingers in and out of your body. It felt amazing, especially coming from a man like Gojo. He huffed and soon pulled out his fingers. You looked up at him in question, just to see him aligning his tip into your hole. Half of his inch soon went inside of you. It wasn't your first time, yes, but it still felt weird. His slow thrusts in and out of you have made you moan so loud anyone from outside could hear it.

You slow thrusts soon paced up and trusted in and out of you every second. His cock springing in and out of you as he explored every part of your insides. This, though, wasn't enough for him. He then perked off your dick. This felt too good now. The overstimulating is driving you insane. You panted as you felt pleasure both in you and on your dick. Man, he would do anything just for you to feel good. Your hands gripped at the mattress as Gojo breathed heavily on top of you. His hands soon met yours, interlocking his to your fingers. His breathes synchronized with his thrusts as you let out some breathy moans just for him to hear. He then held you up, holding your back as you sat on his legs. He then flipped you over, holding one of your hands to your back. Only one hand could support you now, but this feeling made you forget the uncomfortable mess you are in. He then held you on to him again as he thrusted into you while you sat there in front of him.

After what seemed to be 30 minutes, he finally came, knotting your insides with his cum, and yours splurting on his abs. He held you tightly as you hugged him tightly while arching your back. You nuzzled your face to the crook of his neck as he breathed heavily, "Y'know, I would do this all day with you, but I wouldn't want to see my baby limping on stage tomorrow," he said as he continued breathing heavily "I love you," he said, "I love you too, Toru" You replied as you rested your face on his neck.

[sgdlr-asdfghjkl]

Link Click Musical content 119

(various pics from the actors and other stuff)

⬆I've stumbled upon a profile of Guo Hongxu's friend (?), also an actor, who interacted with some of his pictures and thanks to that I found this stunning set of behind the scenes photos from the promotional photoshoot they did before the premiere. What's interesting, in the last picture you can see the actors were actually using Link Click artbook as a reference :>

I didn't realise earlier, but February 10th will be the Chinese New Years. That's why some actors are posting photos now, to sum up their year of work ^^

⬆this was posted by Zhu Jiayan

⬆these are from Liao Jingyuan

⬆these are from a bit older post from Cai Lu (today she posted a clip of shiguang playing the hand slap game, so check her weibo profile!)

⬆this one is out of context set from Wu Hanglu, but I add it bc it has Shu Rongbo and Wang Yifei too >< aand I think the other girl is Yu Mengying (?)

⬇A hug from 240128 performance with Wang Minhui and Teng Chunpeng

A person who was in the audience that day said on twt (@/friendsnevertre): 'TengChunpeng cried a lot (during the earthquake main plot part, they do that) and was still crying at the encore, then he asked WangMinhui lg for a hug and WangMinhui lg kept patting and comforting him[...]' they're so sweet :'>

A throwback to Cao Muzhi's birthday:

And Zhu Hanbin LG in glasses 😔👌✨

(oop i still have more glasses pics, gotta make more posts)

but now, byee~

[weebsinstash]

Pet // yandere Valentino x Reader

nb4 i get accused of romanticizing abuse or something weird. Anyways here's a scumbag doing scummy things because he's like 10 feet tall with four arms and im a shameless monsterfucker 😔 also loosely based off of this cringe art i did a while back because, if you can't find the content you wanna see in the world, make it yourself

warnings for i dunno typical yandere stuff, depression, suicidal ideation, drug/alcohol addiction, drugging, kidnapping

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No one knew why you worked for Valentino. You weren't a sex worker, or anything remotely close, so there wasn't an inherent reason for you to associate with the powerful Overlord, the one who was notoriously abusive, controlling, possessive. You didn't do business with him, or fund his clubs, or deal him drugs, or sleep with him. No, there wasn't any specific reason for it.

You just happened to get unlucky.

When you died, sent hurtling through the skies of Hell to plummet to your new afterlife, you had simply landed squarely in front of the Overlord just as he had been stepping out of his limosine. He had laughed so cruelly at the way your tearful eyes had looked up at his massive form, terrified, confused at the monstrous moth in front of you.

Even now, he likes to joke that 'you were a special delivery just for him'.

You're not sure how comfortable you are with him saying things like that, but from what you can tell, your boss treated you fairly better than most of his other employees. He wasn't exactly an angel, but, there were more times than once where you found out he had done you a kindness, in his own way at least. Giving you the section of the club that had the least rowdy regulars, always tipping you nicely when you gave him good service and brought him his drinks with a sweet pretty smile, letting you rent a spare room at his studio (which was less of a room and more of a small supply closet a small gaggle of hookers had helped you move a mattress into).

As a resident of Hell, you work as a table server at his strip club. It's a job you genuinely hate, most of the customers being crude and nasty towards you, but at least they knew better than to touch you in any sort of way. Valentino had made an example of the last demon that tried to grab you for a grope session by blowing his head off in front of the rest of the customers, proceeding to pull you into his lap for the rest of the night under the guise that "no one would mess with you if you were with him".

At the time, you had been grateful, but now, his actions just make you suspicious. What set you apart from the rest of the people under his employ? Are you crazy, or does the notoriously cruel pimp want something from you? You had seen customers grope other waitresses without Valentino batting an eye. You had seen strippers go up to him in tears that someone had slapped them on the ass and he couldn't have cared less. If anything, his response was usually along the lines of "if they're paying for it, then do it" and not a shred of sympathy more.

There had been a night that lead you to believe something was amiss. It had been the end of your shift, and you had been invited to come sit with Val and his entourage. The mafioso had stepped away to make some sort of phonecall when a girl had asked you why you were even there, why even work for him and be there at all, and you had joked around to hide how the question made you uncomfortable.

"I'm just a stray he brought in off the street; I'm like a pet he throws scraps to sometimes."

You had no sooner finished that sentence when a large clawed hand came to rest on your shoulder from behind, and your blood chills as you see Valentino hovering over you with a smirk. "You think you're my cute lil pet, huh?" The tone in his voice made you laugh nervously, something bordering on amused and perverted, and his smirk grows as he takes your chin in his hand to lift your face to meet his gaze. The action obviously embarrasses you, but unbeknownst to you, your ability to become easily flustered is just another thing he likes about you, and his thumb smoothes over your cheek. "Yeah, you're my good worker, aren't you? You always know how to be good for me~" A scowl briefly crosses his features. "Sure a helluva lot better than my actual pet."

The pimp had told you about his demon pooch once, the poor thing bestowed with the name Queef, but it seemed more like a novelty to the Overlord than anything, an accessory to occasionally put in stupid outfits to post to Voxtagram or post pictures for some sort of reaction or attention. You're not sure how you feel being compared to the not-so-well-treated demonic little creature, let alone the fact that your joking comments of being a pet seem to actually be sparking some sort of line of thought in your boss, his eyes seeming to watch you so intently, his smirking smile as good as any red flag.

You smile, you laugh, and you look the other way. What more can you do? You have no other income and no other place to go. If occasionally joking around with your boss and ignoring his worse qualities helped keep you alive, then that's just what you'll have to do.

Although... it's not like you actually want to really be alive anyways.

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It wasn't like you and Valentino were completely at odds; the two of you got along fairly well, actually, all things with him being a heartless sex trafficker considered. He would invite you to sit and drink with him more and more often, and somehow you went from an extra in his usual entourage to an essential part of the group, almost always ending your shifts by throwing a few back in the company of the Overlord. You would show him things on your phone that you thought were funny or made you think of him, and it was small, but it was a gesture Valentino had come to appreciate.

You were something Valentino had come to appreciate.

It was just so precious when you got all tipsy and slurred your words, rambling on to him about any such topic, and even if he didn't care about what you were talking about, you just got so cute when you started on something you were interested in, and he put up with it, for you. A dangerous luxury, truly. He'd get you to laugh at his poor-taste jokes, or milk a few compliments out of you for his outfit or his antenna or whatever he needed praising for that day.

In truth, Val isn't entirely sure why he likes your company so much, either. The two of you had never slept together, you made no effort to be seductive or appealing for him, you're not providing him any significant income, and yet... still--

"Hey, Mister V, look at this!"

You show him a clip of some comedy sketch on your phone, and you get him to laugh genuinely. He gets a good look at one of your big drunken smiles, and feels whole in a way that sex or money or drugs could never satisfy.

And then, with all of this newly-found interest in you, there comes a night when you gain his full, true attention.

It was a special occasion, the Overlord celebrating his high profit margins by taking some of his favorites out to a dance club, which, strangely, was a group that also included you. Sharing the limo with some of his highest-earning sex workers had been awkward considering you just waited tables, but once you arrived at the club, you had to admit that you had been dying for a chance to have more fun.

So you drank. And drank. And after a while, you'd drank too much, confined to a couch in the VIP section with Valentino to sober up when you had become too nauseous to stay at the bar or on the dance floor. You're slumped back in your seat, tapping away at your phone with bleary eyes. Your brain barely registers the pimp's comment about you being a lightweight, mind and train of thought shaky at best, and you try to blink away your disorientation. "I don't feel so good," You laugh softly, and Valentino rolls his eyes. "When did you eat last?" His question catches you slightly off-guard, and you shrug. "Uhh.... this morning?"

"Your lightweight ass drank on an empty stomach?" He sounds annoyed. "Throw up in my limo and you'll be the one cleaning it up."

"Sorry, boss man," You laugh jokingly. "I guess I was just... excited to be here tonight."

That got a chuckle out of him. "Oh yeah?" Valentino leans closer to you. "You havin' fun?"

"Yeah!" A big smile beams on your face. "I never really got to... have much fun back when I was alive, so..." You look away, voice softening. "This is... kinda like a second chance, I guess. Maybe I won't fuck everything up this time."

There's something in your tone that, for some reason, makes the Overlord... uncomfortable, but before he can press you on the subject, you're standing up, wobbling slightly. "Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom."

"You don't have to tell me." The pimp responds flippantly, and yet, his eyes watch you every second as you teeter away, monitoring every step until you've reached the bathrooms on the other side of the room. Dumbass. Don't you know all that stumbling is painting a target on your back? The moth rolls his eyes before going back to his phone, finding himself occasionally glancing back to the bathrooms, keeping an eye out for you.

By the time you're done drunkenly crying in the bathroom, you re-enter the dance floor to see Valentino preoccupied with some of his dancers, and you sigh. Of course. You forgot. You're just the boring dumpy one in comparison to all these attractive models and strippers and porn stars. He was just talking to you to humor you. You weren't popular or interesting or his friend or anything. You were just something to pass his time. You weren't special. You're nothing to him.

In the corner of his eye, Valentino watches you turn around and head in another direction, going to sit at the bar, pulling out your wallet, and ordering another drink. He scowls.

Half an hour later, you're still on the other end of the room, and to your knowledge you've been all but forgotten about, which you told yourself was fine. The self-imposed isolation stung, but thankfully, some random guy had wandered up to you, taking a seat beside you to begin chatting you up. You nod and 'uh huh' as he talks about himself, only half-listening, and after a little while he even buys you another drink which was nice considering your deepening depression.

But then your phone dings. It's Angel, someone you've come to think of similar to an older brother.

Boss says we're leavin soon. Where ya at?

Really? Already? It isn't even that late. You hit a few keys in reply:

st the bat with some rando

**at the abt

**THE BAR omg sory drinking

With a small intoxicated laugh, you slip your phone into your pocket before looking back to your current companion. "Sorry, but I gotta go?" You giggle awkwardly, bringing yourself to stand. "My ride's leaving, so--"

"You're just gonna leave?" He interrupts you, standing as well, and suddenly you're uncomfortably aware of his superior bulk, towering height, and deepening look of displeasure. "Why? We're getting along so well. Stay here with me."

He puts his hand on your shoulder and pushes you back onto your stool, forcing you to sit down. Your chest tightens. "I-I have to-to go," You stutter out. "My friends--"

"Can leave without you." The stranger callously replies. "I've already bought you a drink. Just stay with me."

Words die in your throat. Fear starts to coil in your stomach. The stranger steps closer, alcohol heavy on his breath as he tries to bring his face closer to yours, but you turn away. You're grabbed by the shoulders as he tries to kiss you, and desperately, your eyes fly over to Valentino, mouth opening to call for help.

He's busy with a hooker in his lap. Your mouth shuts immediately, tears slipping down your cheeks. He would never hear you across the room like this anyways. He wouldn't even care that this is happening. You turn your head away from the sight of the Overlord, closing your eyes, tears slipping down your cheeks as you feel hopeless resignation overcome you.

In this moment, as the aggressive man's lips are about to overtake your own, you tell yourself that you're worthless, and maybe it's for the best if you die again. At least you would be gone forever this time.

There's a loud pop, a thud, and screams. Your eyes open to the sight of your would-be assaulter on the floor, a bleeding hole straight through the side of his head.

"What the fuck was that?!"

Your head whips to see Valentino storming up to you angrily, his iconic pink handgun in his hand, still smoking. He looks furious. "You were just gonna let him touch you like that?! You weren't even gonna call for help or anything?! How fucking dumb are you?!"

Your bottom lip wobbles, and more tears stream down your cheeks as Valentino grabs your wrist, hauling you to stand, all but dragging you back to his booth, but you stumble to the floor. You're really dizzy for some reason, the room starting to sort of sway. "You leave your drink alone with him?" The Overlord asks, letting out a loud groan when you nod. "Fucking idiot. You really are like some kinda fuckin' pet; I have to work to keep your stupid ass alive."

"Ssssorry," You slur, briefly wondering how this could be kicking in so fast when you had only been with that guy for a little while. Maybe it was just something extra potent?

Some of Valentino's workers, including Angel Dust, make their way over to you, helping peel you up off of the ground. "C'mon, let's getcha back to the studio." The spider says, letting you lean on him as you stumble along with the others to the limosine outside. You all but collapse into your seat, eyes closing as it's progressively becoming harder to think. There's a hand on your shoulder, and it barely has to pull before you're slumping over into someone's lap, the color of red and the scent of cologne filling your senses as fingers pet through your hair, another rubbing your back as you groan in discomfort. You're far too woozy to refuse or even question it as you groggily mumble, "Are we going home...?"

"Don't worry about it." A deep voice from above you says confidently. "Just relax and let that shit work outta your system."

"Okay..." You agree tiredly, letting your eyes close as the next series of events begin to blur. At first everyone else is in the limo, all of the dancers that had came with you and Valentino, but at some point, you drift off, awaking to find them all gone, sleepy eyes looking out the window to see that you're still riding in the car. Your eyes close again, and they open to the sensation of you being carried. Another brief blackout, and suddenly you're in bed, or A bed, one much softer and larger than your own. You're on your back, warm covers over you, but your arm is cocked at an odd angle, and when you try to roll over into a more comfortable position, you feel a pull, hearing clinking metal.

Before you lose consciousness completely, you remember hearing a very distinctive click, and then you're out.

You're snoring loudly, completely asleep as Valentino stands over you, saving the photo he just took with the tap of a button and a smirk on his face. You always look so cute when you're sleeping. His red eyes glow in the dark as he watches the gentle rise and fall of your chest, every little twitch of your fingers. His cell phone raises, and more pictures are taken. Briefly, he wonders if he should strip you down, take some nudes while you're knocked out, just to have some blackmail on hand in case you ever get the smart idea to try and leave him.

But then, the fuzzy pink handcuff around your wrist and secured firmly to the headboard of his own personal bed would surely prevent that anyways.

After all, every pet needs a leash.

[kinglivv]

hello how are you?, I hope you are very flowery, if you are not busy you could make a picture where reader fem makes hot chocolate to de-stress after an unsuccessful mission (she does it for Dhawa! Master too) and takes it sitting on the afternoon how much the master complains and for his ramblings when he sees a quiet reader there watching the universe and joins her and she is already prepared with his cup, give time and things will normalize, thank you thank you stay well and thank you for orders placed.

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Cream and Marshmallows

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary: One of yours and the Master's plans fail yet again. You realise that maybe it's time to de stress.

Warnings: None

A/N: Pop a chocky milk. Chocky milk make the pain go away🤚🏻😔

You hum a disheartened sigh to yourself, listening to the TARDIS hallway echo it back at you along with the metallic tap tap tap of your footsteps.

It had been yet another unsuccessful mission - the Doctor had defeated you and the Master once again, and subsequently your plan to take over Earth had failed. The Master was - of course - livid, but you were more... tired than annoyed. You decided what you really needed was to relax, and so did he.

You arrive at the kitchen - it was the one you used the most, with smooth hardwood floors and cream cabinets. You reach into one and pull out two mugs - yours was purple, your name written in Gallifreyan on it, and his said "World's no. 1 Timelord" (he'd scoffed when you'd given it to him, but he'd used it practically everyday since) - and set them down on counter with a clink.

You're not sure if the TARDIS has such a thing as hot chocolate powder, but it's the first thing you see when you open the next along cabinet, and you make a note to thank her later. It's been so long since you've made hot chcolate, but five minutes later you've got two mugs filled to the brim and topped with cream and marshmallows. Slowly you make your way back to the console room, carefully trying not to spill either drink.

When you enter to find it empty, you set the mugs down on the floor and open the doors, revealing a breathtaking view of the Milky Way. You flop down in front of it with a sigh of content, swinging your legs as they dangle over infinite space. Sipping your hot chocolate and trusting the TARDIS would keep his mug warm until he turned up, you finally allow yourself to relax.

He does show up eventually.

"What's that?" He asks gruffly when you turn to look up at him standing over you.

"It's a hot chocolate." You reply as if it's obvious (because it is), and motion to your half drunk mug.

"A what now?"

"A hot chocolate." You repeat. "I got you one - look."

You hold up his mug.

"I'm not drinking that." He states.

"I made it," You roll your eyes. You know he's just being difficult because he's in a bad mood. "Just drink it, love."

He sighs in defeat, sitting down next to you.

"If this poisons me..." He threatens, picking up the mug.

"It's literally just chocolate and milk."

Cautiously, he takes a sip.

"That's..." He takes another, brows furrowing. "That's not too bad actually.

"Told you!"

"Why did you make this, anyway?"

"You need to relax." You tell him. "We both do."

"I don't need to relax." He scoffs, picking a marshmallow of the top.

"The Doctor defeated us again. Of course you need to relax."

"No, what we need is to come up with a plan to kill her."

"No."

"No?"

"Master... look," You gulp, slightly nervous, "I was thinking, maybe we should just explore a new planet? Go out for a day? Have a nice picnic somewhere? Just... no evil plans for a while."

"Why not?"

"Look at yourself, Master." You say pointedly, shifting to face him, leaning back against the door frame.

"Excuse me? Are you saying I'm not handsome?" He asks, offended.

"No," You hide your smile, in your cup, taking a drink. "I'm saying you're exhausted and so am I. When was the last time we had a full night's sleep? When was the last time we left the TARDIS to go somewhere new? When was the last time we just..  stopped?"

He quirks an eyebrow, clearly trying to remember.

"I just want to have a look at the Universe," You tell him softly. "I feel like I haven't seen it that much recently."

His face softens, and he wraps an arm around you shoulders to pull you into him.

"Okay," He presses a quick kiss to your head. "If that's what you want, then that's what we'll do." He promises and you lace your fingers together and squeeze his hand as a thank you. "I'm sorry, I should have noticed you needed a break. We'll take one and then we'll go back to being the most terrifying couple in the Universe." He finishes and you raise an eyebrow, trying to keep the smile off of your face.

"Oh yeah, because the most terrifying couple in the Universe drink hot chocolate and stargaze and - oh - is that cream on your nose?"

That earns you an elbow in the side.

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