#some nice mens dress shoes are nothing compared to that

[astrovian]

I can't tell whether I

am aghast that Richard Armitage wore sneakers to an extremely formal occasion - his honorary doctorate graduation ceremony

find it a cute typical RA moment because he's said so many times he doesn't feel he has much fashion sense

want to praise him for choosing comfort above all else

[bruh--wtf]

Christmas Date

Peter Parker x Reader

Part 2

Previous Part

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Summary: Tony’s having a Christmas party and tells Peter that having a date is necessary to come. Little does Peter know, Tony just likes playing match maker.

Peter Parker Masterlist

The Saturday of the Christmas Party, you saw May first. May had helped Peter get ready, and he was in his room when you walked in.

“Oh, my God, you look gorgeous!” May says. You smile, a little self conscious. You were wearing a simple red dress, that did flatter you, but it was nothing compared to what you knew you were going to see tonight.

“Thank you so much!” You say anyways to May.

“Peter! Happy is gonna be here any second, get out here!” May yells to her nephew. You smile and then Peter walks out in a simple suit. You still thought he looked as handsome as ever.

“Yeah, he texted, he’s outside,” Peter says, adjusting his tie. He looks up and notices you waiting and you smile at him.

“So, are we leaving?” You ask, gesturing to the door. Peter swallows and nods.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, Happy doesn’t usually like me making him wait,” he says, chuckling a little. You smile and follows him out to the car.

When they arrive at the compound, you grab Peter’s hand as you follow Happy. Peter looks at you, clearly surprised. You looks down at your shoes.

“Hey, you’ve been here before. And you know some of these people. I don’t.” Peter just smiles a little and squeezes your hand.

When they arrive to the party, it’s already lively. There’s the man she recognizes as Rhodey telling a loud story in the middle. A woman who she thinks is Black Widow with Hawkeye at the bar. She sees Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, and Thor sitting on a couch arguing over something. Though you assumed it was an argument like the ones you had with Ned and Peter. It wasn’t an actual argument.

Mr. Stark noticed you and Peter and grabbed Steve’s arm dragged him and Thor over to the two of you.

“I see you got a date, kid,” he says, smiling at you briefly. Then Steve smiles at you and extends his hand.

“I’m Steve, nice to meet you,” he says. You smile and shake his hand.

“Nice to meet you too. I’m Y/N,” you say. Steve nods at Peter after acknowledging you.

“Didn’t know you had a girlfriend, Peter,” he says. Peter opens his mouth but Thor cuts him off.

“Yes, you’ve done well. You have a pretty girlfriend,” Thor says, clapping Peter on the shoulder. You blush a little and you know it’s from both the compliment from a literal god and being embarrassed.

“Uh, she’s not my girlfriend,” Peter says, pressing his lips together. He lets go of your hand and sticks both of his in his pockets. Then Mr. Stark turns to you.

“Ignore him, he’s been around a lot. I’m now interested in you,” he says, pointing at you. You raise an eyebrow. He smirks and glances at Peter before slinging an arm over your shoulder. He steers you forward and you glance at Peter, but Thor and Steve immediately corner him.

“You like the spider-boy?” He asks. You raise an eyebrow at Tony Stark. One of the richest men alice was asking you if you had a crush on your friend.

“Spiderman,” you say, correcting him. Tony raises an eyebrow at you, an amused look on his face.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he says, gesturing for you to sit at the bar. You notice the two you’d seen earlier start to pay attention to you.

“I know,” you say. Natasha laughs and looks at Tony.

“This the girl Peter told us about?” She asks. The man next to her turns to you now, looking slightly interested. You think Peter told you his name was Clint.

“Right. More teenagers,” he says. Natasha gives him a look, but smiles anyways. Tony rolls his eyes.

You were still stuck on what Natasha said. Peter told them about you. And he asked you to come tonight. And he was nervous when he asked. And you told him it was a not-friend-date. You suspected you were right before this, but how the Avengers around you were acting only confirmed your idea. Peter Parker liked you, and not just as a best friend.

Thank God.

“It’s an easy question, kid. Do you like him or not?” Tony asks. You can’t help but smile a little as you keep working through your thoughts.

“I do, but you guys already knew that,” you say. Tony looks amused again, and so do the other two.

“She’s more blunt than the other one,” Clint says, gesturing over to where Peter is still standing with Steve and Thor. Then you realize that no one else here seems to have a date. You look at Tony again and raise an eyebrow.

“He needed a date to come?” Tony smirks, glancing at his fellow heroes as he takes a sip of his drink. He doesn’t say anything and Natasha laughs a little.

“That’s what you told him?” She asks. Tony shrugs and smirks at you.

“Your welcome, by the way,” he says. You smirk right back at him and stand up.

“Thanks. I guess I’ll see you guys later,” you say. Peter smiles when you walk up to him again. You smile at Steve and Thor. They glance at each other and Steve glances over at Tony again.

“Uh, we’ll keep talking later,” he says. You smile a little and the two heroes walk off. Peter smiles at you and you smile right back.

“A date wasn’t mandatory,” you say. He glances around and nods, sighing.

“Yeah, I caught onto that too. I’m sorry, Mr. Stark-”

“Likes playing match-maker, I guess,” you say. He raises an eyebrow at you and you chuckle a little. “You’ve told them about me?” His eyes widen and he looks behind you at where you assume they’re all congregating. You laugh a little and cross your arms.

“I like you too, by the way,” you say. He snaps his eyes back to yours, and they’re wide when he does. He opens his mouth to say something, but then closes it again. “Not-friend-date, right?” You ask, raising an eyebrow and stepping a little closer to him. You smile at him and he smiles back.

“Yeah. Just a date, though,” he says. You laugh a little and nod. He smiles and takes your hand again. You raise an eyebrow at him. He smiles. “I don’t have an excuse.” You smile a little wider. “Come on, I want you to meet some of the others.”

Then he leads you towards more people at the party. But it didn’t matter that much what everyone else was saying.

You were officially starting to date Peter Parker.

Just in time for the holidays.

[bitterarcs]

The voice appeared to conjure from thin air. Neighboring chatter vibrating too-thin office walls coupled with the mechanical hum of active operating systems and the air conditioning system working on overdrive could have masked approaching footsteps . . especially if one took the care to play the dramatic entrance card. Truly, it was nothing out of the ordinary for both of them — a relationship of lukewarm and cold. In Reno's perspective, it all stemmed from Jae's side of things; Reno would not consider his indifference as either lukewarm or frigid.

Oh, great, was he being compared to those ancient crime lords again? Too raptured by surprise to feel irritated, his lips curled with amusement. What did Verdot's little welp know anything about Reno? If people compared the red head's ego to that of the size of ShinRa headquarters, then surely Jae's was comparable to the size of Midgar; nothing quite like lecturing about how someone's else life actually was which made them a complete tool.

Jenova's tits! — did the kid stay up all night creating this long winded and unnecessary call out? Half way through, Reno really settled into his seat with thighs splayed wide and mouth hanging slightly agape. Then it continued, and it continued. He waited several breaths at the end to actually make sure the rant was done and gone with. Reno cocked his head to the side and scratched his cheek, not quite sure whether to be creeped out, annoyed, or just fucking confused. He chose the latter.

(  ❛  . . and to think the worst prank I pulled on ya' was putting fake roaches on your lunch when ya' weren't looking. I thought about using jizz, but, y'know, I was being nice. ❜  )

Reno stomped feet clad in dress shoes down against the tile ground and jerked up from his seat with a swiftness that caused the chair behind him to slide backwards several centimeters.

(  ❛  Didn't know you dreamed that strongly to become a little girl, buuut you're gonna have to be someone else's. Like hell I'm getting chained down with a wife and a god damn kid. I'd castrate my own damn self before creating a little shit head. I'm probably the last person to recommend a therapist . . but consider it; sounds like it could help, bud. ❜  )

"You seem to have a beef with me. Don’t really know why or what for, but I get owing people and having to pay interest. So I’ll give you that," Jae starts in, rubbing at the back of his neck while he paces lazily around the redhead.

"You're walking around and think that having laid your eyes on a little badness, had life kick your ass a few times, that means you’ve seen it all. Look at you- You haven’t been touched by anything. Do you honestly think your life was the worst it could have been? You don’t have the right to be looking down on anyone when you’d do no different than any of us. I’ve got so many stories to tell you, Reno.”

A pauses, taking a deep breath in and considering his options.

“How’s this? Sometime down the road, you’ll meet some pretty little lady and she’ll pop out a kid, you’ll buy a house, have an attached house because you and Rude are still wiping each other’s asses. You already have a nice job, plenty of good food, your kid’s getting ready to go to school and all is good with the world. Then, surprise: It’s a girl this time! Except there’s something wrong with this one. You thought I was a screw up? Well, this future kid of yours will be just as bad: can’t do anything right, getting into all sorts of trouble, meeting all the wrong sorts of people and if the men in her life aren’t fucking her, they hate her. Absolutely hate her. So- How do I know this, you ask? The short of it is, I'm gonna die. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow. But when I come back, that kid? She’s gonna be me. And that’s when you’ll get your chance to show me how a real ‘harder than a coffin nail’ guy like you manages to survive having the cards and the damn boxes they came in stacked against you. And who knows? Maybe it won’t be your family. Maybe I’ll have racked up enough negative points to end up a fuckin’ rock, but if there was any cock I could suck in the spirit world to gain access to the reincarnation jacuzzi where I get to choose where I end up? I’d do it. Just to look smug little assholes like you in the eye and spit in it. Or maybe I’ll get to show you how little it takes for you to look your own daughter in the eye and realize how easy it is to hate her. No, I’m not gonna ‘fuck off’ and I’m not gonna bow down and kiss your ass just because you think you’re better than me.” @gcldfanged         (   is this a love confession, jae ?  )

[mayermayer65]

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YouWeMe Part 8: The Devil Wears Nada

Idol(s): Lucy [Weki Meki]

Word Count: 2.3k+ words

Content Advisory: Daddy kink

Previous Story in Series: YouWeMe Part 7: Truth or Dare (Sei)

A/N: If you're as bummed as I am about the WeMe Queendom news yesterday (or lack thereof), have no fear. YouWeMe is back with the eighth and final member before we head into the two-part finale. Enjoy!

The mega mall in Yeouido is a beautiful sight to behold. Standing at eight stories, the behemoth towers over most buildings in the area and shields you from the midday sun. At the entrance, Lucy is sitting on a bench with her head buried in her phone. No sight of Yoojung yet, but you approach the girl.

“Hi Lucy.”

“Ugh, finally. I was wondering when you were—oh. Sorry, I thought you were someone else.” When Lucy looks up from her phone and meets your gaze, the excitement in her pupils turns to disappointment. It’s clear that she’s waiting on the same person you are: Yoojung.

“I’ll save you some trouble: I’m bus guy. I assume you’ve heard of me? I know you’re meeting Yoojung here.”

Her disappointment disappears again, returning to a look of curiosity as she scans you from head to toe.

“Ah, so you’re the infamous bus guy. It’s nice to finally meet you!” Lucy stands to bow to you. “Yoojung unnie said she was going to be late.”

“That’s fine, I can wait.”

“Well, she might be a while and I don’t want to keep you waiting in this summer weather. How about I text her later to meet us inside? Come on.”

Lucy grabs your hand and leads you into the air-conditioned mall, up numerous escalators, and zig zags her way through the army of clothing racks—past the shoes, the kids department, and mens clothing. When she finally stops, there is nothing but a sea of swimwear in all directions.

“The unnies were planning a weekend trip to the beach. I don’t have swimwear, so Yoojung unnie said she’d take me to the mall to pick out swimsuits and she’d pay for it. Since she isn’t here yet, you can help me pick out something!”

She methodically walks around the army of racks, carefully inspecting pieces that pique her interest.

“What kind of swimwear are you looking for?” you ask.

She continues to look through the thousands of choices. “I’m looking for something a little less conservative and a little more… risqué.”

Lucy pulls a two-piece off one of the racks, comparing it against her body as she tries to determine if it’s a good fit. From your view, it definitely looks like a good fit on her, but all you can think about is how it would look even better on the floor.

An idea enters your head that causes an excitement in your pants. You start wandering around the area trying to find the skimpiest two-piece imaginable for Lucy to try on. It doesn’t take long to find what you’re looking for. You pull it off the rack—it’s a little red number, the top looking like it would just barely cover her nipples, and the bottom a thong bikini that leaves nothing to the imagination.

“Hey Lucy, what about this?” you ask, pointing at the red strings that barely pass as clothing dangling off the hanger you hold in your hand.

“Hmm... looks a little... small.”

“Well, why don’t you try it on first and see?”

Lucy grins, grabbing the bikini from you before she spots one of the department store workers.

“Excuse me, where is the fitting room?”

The older lady points to the corner of the store. When you get there, you try to sneakily walk into the dressing room with her, but Lucy stops you.

“Wait out here.”

She locks the door behind her as you dejectedly slump into one of the chairs just outside the dressing rooms. After what seems like an eternity, Lucy calls out to you.

“Hey, can you come in here, please?”

You excitedly rush back into the dressing rooms. There’s a slight crack in Lucy’s dressing room door calling out to you to come in. Your imagination runs wild on what adventures possibly await you beyond the door.

You slowly open it little by little until it’s open just enough for you to slide in. Lucy slams the door behind you. You turn around to see Lucy leaning against the door, your jaw dropping in stunned silence at her almost-naked body.

“So, what do you think?” Lucy devilishly smiles, eagerly awaiting your feedback.

You’re glad you picked that particular bikini: Lucy looks so hot and fuckable in it. Your eyes gaze straight into hers, making its way down to see Lucy sexually licking her lips. Your gaze travels down further to her visibly hard nipples pressing against the thin red swatches of fabric on her chest that barely cover anything. Lucy’s youthful, supple breasts are on full display, her cleavage and underboob calling out to you, begging to be grabbed. Your eyeline passes her toned stomach down to her bikini bottoms, or lack thereof. The red string that’s supposed to provide cover is instead engulfed between her pink lips, and when she spins around for you, a nice pair of bare cheeks stare back. Lucy in that outfit is the physical embodiment of sin, and in that moment, it would be worth spending eternity in the second circle of hell for a piece of her body.

“Well,” you say as you slowly inch toward her, “I think with that devilish body, you’ve gotta be punished.” You press Lucy against the door, your face just inches from hers.

“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it... daddy?” Lucy smiles knowing exactly what you’re gonna do about it. Your ears perk up hearing Lucy call you daddy: you quite like the sound of it.

You slowly slide your index finger between her pillowy breasts, curling your finger around the string that’s just barely keeping her clothed. You pull your finger toward you, easily undoing Lucy’s top as it floats to the floor, just as you imagined.

Lucy bites her lower lip while staring at you. “Is that all you’re going to do? I don’t think daddy’s naughty girl learned her lesson.”

“Oh, I’m not done.” You press your index finger against her chest again, slowly grazing her skin as it starts to form goosebumps from your gentle touch. Your finger lowers through Lucy’s bare breasts, down every crevice of her abs before finally making its way down to her needy pussy. You rub her smooth, pink lips with one finger on either side of her entrance. Lucy tries to hold in her excitement but as you continue to rub, Lucy’s cool breath travels down your chest as she exhales from her nose.

You move her bikini that obstructs her entrance to the side of her thigh. Lucy winces as your fingers start to penetrate her, stunned at how good it feels inside her. The heels of her feet steadily lift off the ground, her body being held up by the tips of her toes as her torso slides up the door you have her propped up against.

You withdraw your surprisingly soaked fingers from her, tugging on Lucy’s bikini bottom as you exit. It doesn’t take much effort before it glides to the ground, her naked body now staring at you.

“Wow, you’re already this wet for me?” you ask as you examine Lucy’s slick trickling down your fingers.

“Don’t stop, daddy,” Lucy begs as she tries to futilely take your fingers and re-insert them in her. You decide to punish her for trying to get off without your permission, pushing your fingers into Lucy’s salivating mouth instead.

“You like the way you taste?”

Lucy tickles your fingers with the top of her tongue, running it across each joint as she sucks and swallows the mixture of her saliva and slick. Lucy can only nod as her beckoning eyes implore you to take her further.

There’s no point in stopping now: you’ve gone past the point of no return. Ravaging Lucy’s sinfully-tight body is well worth losing an invitation to heaven. Not that you need the invitation, anyway—feeling Lucy’s wet walls around your stiff cock was going to be heavenly enough.

You take your fingers out of Lucy’s satisfied mouth and hurriedly unbutton your pants and shirt as they join the red bikini on the floor. You wrap your arms around Lucy’s hips. In response, Lucy wraps her arms around your neck and jumps up onto you as her legs lock around your waist, her heavenly entrance pressing against your erect shaft.

With Lucy now clinging onto you like a koala, you carry her toward the opposite side of the room, pinning her back against the mirror that adorns the wall.

Lucy whispers in your ear, “Punish me, daddy.”

You line up your cock, aiming right between her hungry thighs, sticking just the tip in before pulling out again: you really want her to beg for it. She lets out a whimper, pleading for you to stick it back in.

Lucy’s been punished enough. You slowly thrust into her until you’re fully pressed into Lucy’s warm, inviting pussy. Lucy leans her head back in enjoyment, closing her eyes as her lips part like the Red Sea to let out a moan.

“Fuck, daddy, what big cock you have.”

“The better to punish you with, my dear,” you reply, enjoying thrusting against Lucy’s red, riding hood.

Your hips continue to rock back and forth, Lucy’s breasts bouncing up and down with each thrust. As you thrust harder, the wall rattles wildly and the mirror almost dislodges from its position on the wall. It’s a good thing no one else is trying on clothes, they would’ve definitely heard the loud raucous coming from your dressing room.

“Have you learned your lesson yet?” you ask Lucy. She only smiles and shakes her head, the tightening grip of her legs around your waist only begging you to keep going.

*knock knock*

The sudden banging on the door interrupts your session—it's the attendant who directed Lucy to the fitting rooms earlier. Lucy covers your mouth, but it doesn’t stop you from continuing to punish her pussy.

“Everything fitting okay, miss?” she questions through the unlocked door.

“Oh yes, it’s nice and tight. Fits just like a glove in me—I mean ON me. But I think this would make me so wet... at the beach.” Lucy winks at you.

The older lady luckily doesn’t catch all the sexual innuendos. “Maybe I can pull a couple tankinis off the rack for you to try on? It would be a looser fit and provide more skin coverage so you won’t get as wet.” Through the unwanted interrogation, you continue to fuck Lucy, softening your thrusts so as not to cause a commotion in front of the attendant.

Lucy holds back her laughter, clearly enjoying being punished by your ramming cock as the attendant continues to remain oblivious to Lucy’s suggestive banter.

“No, that's okay. I’m gonna see if I can stretch it out to see if it fits better, I might still take this one home with me!”

The attendant's voice trails off as she walks away, "Okay, let me know if there's anything I can help you with."

As the attendant leaves, the weight of Lucy’s body starts to feel heavier under your weary legs. The sweat dripping throughout her naked body causes her to slip from your grasp. In a last-ditch effort to desperately keep her pinned up, you reposition your hands to hold Lucy up, clenching onto Lucy’s bare bottom.

“I hope you’re ready to cum, Lucy. Daddy can’t hold you up any longer.”

Like clockwork, the mirror starts to form a halo of fog around Lucy’s body as she radiates heat. Her sharp nails dig into your shoulder blades and her leg grip tightens even further. Feeling Lucy’s orgasm coming, you thrust faster into her, hoping to expedite the process.

“Fuck, daddy!” Lucy screams. Her walls constrict around you, her fluids coating your cock and dripping down the mirror. As she comes down from her high, her grip around your body starts to loosen, making it extremely hard to keep her up any longer. She leans into you and in an effort to try to prevent her from dropping, you stumble backward and fall on your butt, your sweaty back meeting the cold concrete floor. It stings like a bitch, but seeing Lucy still impaled on your cock makes it worth it.

“Now it’s my turn to make daddy cum.”

Lucy smiles as she places her hands on your chest and continues to move her dripping-wet pussy on your cock. Having already done all the heavy lifting both literally and figuratively, your tired body just watches Lucy work her magic, her breasts dangling freely in front of you and clapping against each other as she pivots on your cock. Her hair sways against your face, tickling your nose while her sweat drops from her forehead, blessing your lips with the taste of her salty sweat that mixed with her sweet jasmine and freesia perfume.

You have just enough energy left to grab onto her hips and say, “I’m so close, Lucy.”

Suddenly, the door bursts open—it's Yoojung.

“Having fun fucking our maknae Lucy?” she asks.

Yoojung isn’t wearing anything under her already short skirt; you can see her familiar cute pussy from your view on the floor. She leans her arm against the frame and blocks the entrance. In her other hand, she's holding out the red notebook you've spent days looking for. Her eyebrows scrunch together, creating wrinkles on her forehead. Yoojung doesn’t look so happy.

“Yoojung! It’s not what it looks like!”

“Oh, really? I’d love to see you explain how you managed to get your dick ‘accidentally’ stuck between Lucy’s legs.”

Her stern expression holds for a couple seconds before she bursts out in laughter. Lucy laughs along. She knowingly smiles at Yoojung as Yoojung smiles back at you. Your orgasm stalls as you try to figure out what is going on in this confusing situation.

Before you can say anything more, Yoojung says two words that confuse you even further:

“Game over.”

TO BE CONTINUED

Next Story in Series: YouWeMe Part 9: The Hunger Game (Yoojung feat. OMG's Arin)

A/N: Apologies for the "unsatisfying" ending. If you haven't already, be sure to catch up on the previous YouWeMe chapters.

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

“You will learn to love me.” - With Heisenberg and restorator darling, please? Perhaps when this is her first experience?

Heisenberg/F!Darling: "You'll learn to love me."

TW: Dubcon, loss of virginity, forced marriage

Weddings were usually a joyous affair. Gorgeous dresses, dancing and enjoying your loved ones' company, celebrating the life you wanted to share with your one-and-only... ____'s wedding was not at all like what she or her family might have hoped it would be. For one thing, none of them even knew where she was; she'd spent the last few months trapped by the terrifying man who'd kidnapped her from the Romanian wilderness, a man named Heisenberg who had a gift with metal that bordered on supernatural. As a restorator she would've been fascinated if she wasn't terrified of what he could do with that power of his, especially when his "work" littered his factory with corpses and their scattered body parts. The only other company she had were the wolflike monsters and patchwork creations that followed Heisenberg's orders.

He'd actually bothered to get a wedding dress for her, an admittedly beautiful traditional gown made by the women in the village. The delicate lace along the sleeves and the vibrant embroidered flowers and patterns on the vest looked so out of place in the dusty and rusted-out factory. The villagers were eager to celebrate their Lord's marriage and hadn't stopped sending flowers, pastries, clothing, and handmade talismans for long-life/love/fertility to the outskirts of Heisenberg's property until he'd stationed some of the Lycans to scare off the throngs of annoying worshippers and well-wishers. ____ didn't know if it was better or worse that Heisenberg and her would be the only ones at the wedding; she was terrified of being alone with him, but the way the villagers stared at her and threw themselves to the ground while reverently calling her "Lady Heiseberg" left her uncomfortable to say the least.

____ stared at her reflection in the mirror and tried her best to prepare herself for what was to come. I can still try to escape, but...being his wife just makes it feel more hopeless. She bit the inside of her cheek and glared at the reflection of her dress through her veil. I'll have to be tied to him, even if I'm being forced to say those fucking vows to always stay with him until "death to us part."

She didn't hate him, at least not as much as she did when he'd first taken her. She definitely feared him, but that was just common sense when your captor has an army of corpse-machines, werewolves, and can control electricity and metal with his mind. He'd been more accommodating than he'd expected for a kidnapper. He had been sexually forceful sometimes whenever he groped her or turned her head to kiss her, or lightly rutted against her body when the two of them slept in the same bed. But he'd also given her a room to herself, and insisted on not forcing himself on her completely until he'd made her his wife--another reason she was dreading this day. He'd appreciated her restoration skills and the two of them had actually shared some enjoyable conversations while spending time in his workshop. And he was fiercely protective of her when it came to his equally monstrous siblings and mother. Part of it seemed to be selfishness, not wanting them to go after HIS woman, but he'd consoled her after that wretched little doll of Lady Beneviento's had insisted on "playing" with her by chasing her and tearing at the flesh and skin of her legs. His voice had been soft when he'd promised to not let anyone hurt her, and having him hold her was comforting.

The sound of her bedroom door opening snapped ____ out of her thoughts, and she saw Heisenberg walk into the room. He wasn't wearing his usual trenchcoat, and instead had on an outfit that ____ had never seen him in before: a black vest with similar embroidery to her own outfit, along with a white blouse underneath with fur-trimmed black sleeves. His pants were also black, save for the bit of dust around the hem from walking around the factory. His shoes were made from dark leather and had the same fur trim as his shirtsleeves and the inside of ____'s vest. His signature sunglasses were absent, and his hair was freshly washed and combed.

Heisenberg stared at ____ for a moment, looking her up and down as she stood in her wedding clothes. He had seen what they'd looked like folded up and hanging in her closet, but it was nothing compared to her wearing them. He wasn't used to seeing something so delicate and beautiful, especially in his factory. "Everything's ready," he said. He put one arm around ____'s waist and kept a gentle yet firm grip around her. "Since Miranda gave us her 'blessing' beforehand, we don't need to have her here to watch and attend in all her glory," he quipped. "God knows that bitch would ruin this whole thing just by being here."

____ let Heisenberg lead her to his own room, where a small leather box lay on his bedside table. He used his powers to shut and lock the door behind ____ while he went to grab the box. "I don't have much from my real family," Heisenberg said, carefully opening the lid. The inside was lined with cloth, and inside was a pair of exquisite wedding bands. There were some signs of age in the metal, but the small opalescent jewel nestled in the center of the bridal ring shone as if it had been polished just yesterday. The other ring was less flashy, with the only flair being am etched ridge in the shape of a mountain on the top, inlaid with gold. "This ring's one of the only things I've got from them." He took the groom's ring and slipped it on his own finger. "I want to say it was one of my great uncles who made it? One of them was a jeweler, I think." He shrugged and held his hand out to admire how it looked. "My mom slipped them into my things after Miranda's people had come to take me and my cousins away. I think she knew it'd be the last time she saw all of us together."

____ noticed the strange tone in Heisenberg's voice as he recalled his last memory with his family. She'd never heard him reminisce about them before; with how far-off and melancholy he sounded, she knew why it wasn't something he discussed that often. Just as she was about to try to say something to try and comfort him, he took the bride's ring with one hand and slipped the box into his pocket. He took ____'s hand and squeezed it. "There's no set of vows we have to take," he explained with a half-smile. "One of the perks of being royalty in this shit hole is anything you do is fine, no matter how informally you do it. Not like the villagers are gonna complain about us not following all the traditions, so it saves a lot of time. But..." Heisenberg stared intensely at her as he slipped the ring onto her trembling finger. "One day, you'll learn to love me. I promise that."

____'s hand felt as if it were chained to a sinking weight, pulling her through the ground and crushing her. There was no way out. She'd be "married" to this man who'd ruined her life, isolated from the rest of the world and completely at his mercy. Her heart leaped into her throat and she suddenly felt a rush of dizziness; she stumbled forward and Heisenberg caught her, helping her back upright and holding her in his arms. He brushed her clothed hip with his thumb and then lifted her veil to fully reveal her face. Before ____ knew it, Heisenberg's lips were against hers as he tilted her head back slightly to deepen the kiss.

Heisenberg ran his fingers through her hair as he lowered her onto his bed. ____'s heart raced and panic ran up and down her spine as she lay on the bed. He was taking off his shoes, unbuttoning his vest...reaching down to take off her veil. "K-Karl," she stammered, "I'm not...I've--"

"Never done this before?" He rested one hand on her vest before unbuttoning the golden clasps and sliding it off of her shoulders while she just tried her best to stay still. "I figured as much." Heisenberg smirked and moved one hand underneath the skirt of her dress, creeping up her thighs and stopping just inches from her panties. "You always get that funny little look on your face whenever I touch you for a bit in bed, almost like you're feeling a certain way for the first time. Wouldn't surprise me if you've never even touched yourself."

Goosebumps rose on ____'s legs as Heisenberg ghosted his fingers over her pubic mound, and she looked away as she rubbed her thighs together. Was she really THAT obvious about it? "I know I can't stop you," she said quietly. She bit her lip and tears welled up in her eyes as she tried her hardest to not envision what ____ was about to do to her. Maybe he'd start to tire of her once he finally fucked her and got what he really wanted, and he'd let her go. Would she get blood on the sheets and her dress when he entered her? Would he even care? She could already feel his cock prodding her through his pants; it was a strange, foreign presence that filled her with dread. She knew that some men had penises so large that they could fill someone up all the way to their cervix...just how painful was this going to be once he took all of his clothes off? How harsh would he be now that he didn't feel the need to be so accommodating and kind once he finally claimed her?

____ sniffled and looked up at Heisenberg pitifully. "Please be gentle," she begged. "I don't want...I know it can hurt a lot during your first time, so just..."

Heisenberg cocked his head slightly and rested his fingers on the flesh of her right thigh. "It can hurt if you don't do it right," he replied, sounding a little confused. "What, you think I'm just gonna whip my cock out, go in dry, and finish after a few pumps?"

____ looked up at him, not sure of what to say. "You want to f-fuck me, don't you?" She sounded more confused than accusatory. "That's why you kidnapped me. That's why you've tried to be nice to me and make me trust you." Her shoulders drooped slightly and she clenched her jaw. "I just figured that you wouldn't care that much about...about making me feel good, at least not as much as yourself."

Heisenberg's brows furrowed, but only for a moment before leaning down to kiss her again. ____'s eyes widened at just how gentle this kiss was compared to the one he'd given her after slipping his ring on her finger. "I didn't kidnap you just to be a cocksleeve," he replied with a slightly disappointed frown. He caressed the inside of her thigh and trailed his lips down to her collarbone. "If I wanted that, I would've just raped you the first night you were here." ____ moaned softly as he moved one hand underneath her blouse to massage her breast, and a sudden rush of heat pooled between her legs as he used his other hand to play with an extra-sensitive bundle of nerves through her underwear.

"Kidnapping you doesn't really help my case," he said begrudgingly, "But I do love you, you know. As much as I can love anyone after the shit I've been through." He toyed with her nipple and smiled when he felt her hips rock a bit as he circled around her clit through her panties. "You're not my whore, you're my wife. So tell me what you want, and how you want it. And I'll give it to you."

____'s entire body felt so warm underneath her wedding dress. The places he was touching her felt so tingly, just like how they did whenever he groped her before tonight. Somehow though, this was different. Her fear wasn't as prevalent and the heat bubbling up underneath her skin wasn't from shame. This felt gentler. This felt good. So, so good. He wasn't lying to her about doing whatever SHE wanted; for once, she felt like she had a semblance of control while in bed with him--previously her kidnapper, but now her husband.

____'s voice was breathier than she expected whenever she spoke again. "C-could...could you put your mouth on me?" She rested one shaky hand by her chest on top of his own. "On my breasts, where your hand is right now. I want to f-feel more of...of this." She was struggling to articulate just what she was feeling and what she wanted, but Heisenberg just grinned as if he'd heard her loud and clear. When he lifted her thin white blouse over her head, leaving her in just her skirt, panties, and stockings, he immediately latched onto her right breast while he continued to play with her left nipple. ____ gasped and bucked her hips as he swirled his tongue around the pebble of flesh; his stubble grazed her soft skin, and the texture made her shiver.

Heisenberg finally moved his lips back with a small pop and switched to her other breast while he circled even faster around her clitoris and occasionally stroked the damp spot around her cunt's lips. "Can you feel how wet you are down here?" He chuckled and hooked one finger around the waistband of her panties before pulling them off of her completely. "I definitely won't hurt you if you're dripping like this from just my fingers." He slowly inserted his middle finger inside of her tight walls and eagerly looked at her face as she moaned and moved her hips to take even more of his hand. "Does it hurt, honey?"

"Ah, n-no..." ____ had never felt so hot and lightheaded and FULL. There was a stretch, but it wasn't painful; if anything, she wanted to feel more and more of it. "It feels good, so good..." Heisenberg curled his finger inside of her and laughed again at how his wife cried out in pleasure, practically shoving her pelvis forward to fuck herself on his hand while her pussy clenched around him. "More, more, please! That felt even better, do it again--o-or, or put another finger inside, or your whole hand or your cock or--"

Heisenberg shushed her and slightly increased his pace as he slipped another finger inside of her. "Easy, tiger," he teased with a smile. "I'm not using my cock until you cum at LEAST once on my hand. I haven't even gotten to taste you yet!"

"But...don't you want to feel good t-too?"

Heisenberg felt his hard-on stabbing through his clothes as he rutted his hips against the mattress. He'd get some relief soon, but for now he wanted to show her just what she really meant to him. He could fill her up with his cum and fuck her silly later--right now, he wanted to make sure his perfect little wife enjoyed every single second of her wedding night the way she deserved.

This WAS a celebration of their love, after all.

[thisfanisgonesorry]

tf2 height hcs <3

obsessed w tf2 rn and these r some hot takes since people do not agree with me apparently // i do requests, go here and here ;)

order: Scout, Soldier, Pyro, Demoman, Heavy, Engineer, Medic, Sniper, Spy. warnings: none,, could be considered angst/fluff, very lighthearted

Scout - he's from good ol' boston, the runt of 7 other siblings so you'd assume he's the shortest but he is fairly tall, i wanna say 5'11 but might call himself 6'0 to impress da ladies B) i feel like he wishes he was taller but not actively, he doesnt really care as he can always just stand next to someone shorter than him to appear taller, just like how he does it to appear attractive /j

Soldier - straight to the point: he's 5'9 but he makes up for it by being a classic himbo, cmon man his sun tzu joke is priceless, to be honest he's too stupid to really care about height or even know his own, all he cares about is shootin' shit and teleporting bread, he probably doesn't even acknowledge anyone elses height, and his helmet covers his eyes so it's not like it matters that much anyway lol

Pyro - i love them and i cannot stand this slander, theyre always depicted as 5'4 but i think they're a nice 5'6, not to mention they absolutely dont give a shit about their height, theyre here for a good time bro, Pyro is literally an arsonist, why would they care when they cook ppl for a living?

Demo - honestly in most pics he's either hunched over or standing like a dumbass so its hard to tell lol but he's somewhere between 5'11-6'2 depends on the day and whatever excuse he wants to tell you. is he insecure? his answer probably differs on if hes sober or not, in which he isnt most of the time but he still manages to be inconsistent nonetheless, he tends to make fun of everyone elses height (shorter AND taller) especially when he's drunk, he's ruthless, he's probably made Heavy cry

Heavy - clearly the tallest of the group, big muscle russian man who loves his sandvich, i honestly feel like he's 6'5 to 6'8, heavy is more insecure about his weight than his height since people always call him fat when it's clearly muscle, he didn't even realise how tall he was until he compared himself to the rest of the team

Engie - people call him the short man of the group and treat him like he's like he's 4 foot nothing but i think he's a humble 5'8, as much as everyone thinks otherwise, he's not insecure about his height! though he wouldn't mind being just a bit taller, he has other charming features (and if someone doesnt like him solely for his height, thats their problem), he can play guitar and is talented in making teleporters and sentries

Medic - another 6'0-6'2 man in the building, as a [cough] doctor he probably knows his height exactly, he's very rational so he's not insecure about his height, as someone who /had/ a medical license, he understands how his body functions him and knows that height is nothing to be ashamed of, though he is proud and does rub it in the shorter team-mates faces occassionally but not often, but does remind them too that it's nothing to be ashamed of.

Sniper - classic aussie/kiwi man, i wanna say 6'4 cause australian men tend to be tall, especially people who live in rural, no clue why, i feel like he's insecure in the sense that people claim to love tall guys but he can't get any bitches </3, he's secure in being 6'4 but wishes that he was more attractive, he's tired of being a young, single entrepreneur

Spy - he's almost as tall as Heavy but shorter than Sniper so i wanna say about 6'2, not to mention he wears dress shoes with heels so give or take an inch or two at any given moment. being the most charming of the group has its upsides, he loves his height (and his dress shoes), and similar to Engie, if someone likes him just for his height, sucks to be them 'cause he's got much more impressive feats

[agustdakasuga]

Between the Bloodshed | Chapter 7

Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Doctor!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of him through his recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that would change your life entirely.

Going with your parents to an event, you didn’t think to meet some familiar faces there. And finally, the 7 boys get to see the family that you refused to speak about. 

Warning: This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. It may contain depictions of violence, blood shed/ gore and mentions of abuse. Please read at your own discretion.

The dreaded friday morning finally came. Your mother had spent the whole night before on the phone with you, squealing excitedly about the dress she chose for you. 

“I’ll see you tonight, Kookie.” You stroked his head, making sure the rabbit had enough food and water for the day. Adjusting your hair in the mirror, you cringed slightly at yourself, clad in a light blue sundress your mother always liked. You slung your bag over your shoulder and headed out the door. 

“Can I have a coffee to go, please?” You ordered. The maid bowed and scurried off to make your regular iced coffee order. 

“Woah.” Jungkook came down. 

“One word and you’ll be unconscious.” You grumbled. He choked, whistling innocently instead. 

“Have a nice day, agashi.” The maid placed your to-go container on the counter. You nodded your head and took a sip. When you turned to head to the front door, you saw 7 pairs of eyes staring at you. 

“What?” You hissed. 

“Nothing.” Taehyung shook his head. You rolled your eyes, walking to the front to wear your shoes. 

“I’ll be back tonight.” You mumbled, giving a backwards wave before leaving the house. Your father was already waiting by his car for you. You gave a small wave and headed over. Without a word, your father just gave an acknowledging nod and entered the car. That was your relationship, strictly professional. Frankly, you were thankful for that. 

“Your mom is very excited for you to visit.” He said as he started to drive. 

“I know. Work gets busy so it’s hard to stop by.” You shrugged, putting your seatbelt on. 

“This family seems well off.” He commented. 

“Well, I’m sure you’ve heard of them. They aren’t exactly hidden from public eye in terms of their achievements and wealth. 7 young men, rich beyond belief.” You scoffed. 

“I do know them, do you?” 

“I would like to think I do. Working for them has been a pleasure, so far. For young men, they keep things very professional.” You said. Your parents always tried to convince you to work in a normal hospital, they always believed your skills should be displayed for others to see. 

“You declined your mother’s invitation for that surgical seminar?” 

“She has other surgeons under her that are equally, if not more, qualified than me. It’ll benefit them better if one of them were elected to go instead of me.” You explained. Your father pursed his lips. 

The car pulled up to the house. It wasn’t a mansion but it was still a rather big property that your parents owned. 

“(y/n)!” Your mother ran out to greet you with a hug. 

“Omma.” You hesitantly wrapped your arms around her. She chuckled, pulling away as she held your hands in hers. Patting the back of your hands, she led you into the house. 

“You look healthy.” She complimented. 

“Thank you.” You gave a small smile. There was an array of dishes on the dining table, ready for you to arrive for a meal. You went to help bring the bowls of rice out. Even if it was awkward with your parents, it was nice to have a sit down, family style meal. Your parents sat opposite you, together, while you sat across the table. 

“The car will be picking us up at 7pm.” Your father said. You nodded your head, chewing the end of your chopstick to stop yourself from saying something you would regret. 

“Stop that, (y/n). It’s a bad habit.” Your mother scolded. You removed the metal from your mouth, picking the foods instead. 

“That’s a nice bracelet.” Your mother smiled. 

“Oh, yeah... Just a token gift from a friend.” You shrugged it off. Through the rest of the meal, you listened to your parents talk about what they have been up to at work, in an attempt to persuade you to work with them. 

“You didn’t accept my invitation for that seminar. It’s prestigious, (y/n), that’s why I want you to go.” Your mother said. 

“One of your surgeons under you would benefit better from it than me, omma. Besides, I’m under a contract to work with my client now. It wouldn’t be responsible of me to just leave for a two week seminar like that.” You scoffed, putting a scoop of rice into your mouth. 

"Have you spoken to your brother recently?” Your father asked. You shook your head. Your brother didn’t live in Korea, he lived in the UK with his family. 

“Well, he has been helping with a lot of big cases in the queen’s court. They may even fly him to the States to give a seminar to some prestigious universities.” He informed. 

“I see...” Your brother wasn’t a doctor like you but he was a big-shot lawyer that worked on tons of famous court cases. 

“He says he wants to visit in a few weeks. You should be here so we can have a nice dinner together. Jumin might want to have the baby here.” Your mother said excitedly. 

“Oh, really...” You weren’t really interested at the thought of your sister-in-law having her second child here. 

“And you can help too.” 

“Omma, I’m working, I told you. I can’t be here just to take care of her new born.” You sighed. You loved your sister-in-law but having to live in a house with her, her new born and your nephew while your brother is here, will be torture for you with your parents constantly telling you how much greater they are compared to you. 

RINGGGGGGG

“Sorry, work call.” You stood up and stepped aside to answer your phone.

“Hello?” 

“Am I interrupting? You just sound like you’re having the time of your life. ” 

“Ha... ha... sure. But no, you’re to interrupting, you called at the perfect time, actually. What’s up? Someone dead or close to being dead?” You asked. Jimin laughed at your joke. 

“Unfortunately, no. Yoongi hyung is complaining about pain so I just wanted to ask if there is anything I can give him.” 

“Well, considering my medicine safe keys are with me, there’s no much you can do. Oh wait, Jin has a spare set. You can get him to open it. Look for the green bottle labelled ‘Celebrex’ or celecoxib. Give him one and that should be enough until I come back tonight.” You instructed. 

“Wait, how come only Jin hyung gets to have a spare set of keys?” 

“As the oldest, I would trust that he is responsible enough to not have a feast with my pills.” You scoffed.

“I’m hurt that you don’t think we’re responsible enough.”

“That doesn’t make me feel guilty at all. Anyway, let me know how Yoongi is. For now, ask him to wear his sling.” You told Jimin. You wouldn’t mind Yoongi having to call you home to help him. 

“He’s still able to curse at us so we should be fine.” 

“Bummer.” You mumbled. With another laugh, Jimin hung up. You sighed, returning to the table. 

“Your dad just got called in for an emergency.” Your mother informed as she cleared up the dishes. You nodded your head, watching your father put his coat on and grab his work bag. With a small wave of acknowledgement, he slipped his shoes on and left. Your parents were both workaholics, they were always highly praised for their work ethics. 

“So, any partners yet?” Your mother asked as you helped her with the dishes.

“Omma, you know I’m not looking for anyone now. I’m very much involved in my work like you and dad.” You said. 

“But still, with our busy schedules as residents, your father and I were able to get married and start a family. If not, you and your brother wouldn’t even be here.” She let out a small laugh. 

“I know. But oppa already made you a grandma with Jisung (nephew), with another on the way. There’s no rush for me.” You shrugged. 

“It’ll still be nice.” 

“I’m gonna rest in my room for a little bit.” You dried your hands and headed up to your room. Conversations like these with your parents were just suffocating and tiresome. 

“I need to get out of this.” You changed out of your dress and slipped on some shorts with an oversized hoodie. 

BEEP BEEP

‘Jimin said you’re having the time of your life. - Hoseok’

‘Yes, I am. And are you supposed to be texting me when I’m off duty? A little unprofessional, don’t you think, Mr Jung? - (y/n)’

‘If you can do wellness checks on us, I can do it on you too. But if you need saving with a ‘medical emergency’ to come back to the house, I’m sure I can injure someone for you. Maybe Jungkook or Jimin can take the bullet. I’ll make sure it’s not fatal. - Hoseok’

‘It’s just visiting my parents. I think I can handle it. But I’m oddly touched that you’re willing to do that for me. Someone kissing a*s here? - (y/n)’

‘With you? NEVERRRRRRR. - Hoseok’

“(y/n)? I wanted to show you your dress that I picked out for you.” Your mother was at your door. Leaving your phone on your bed, you went over and opened the door for her. 

“Look.” She unzipped the cloth covering and revealed the dark blue dress that she picked out for you. It was off shoulder with a flowy skirt. 

“It’s nice.” You forced a smile. 

“I knew you would like it.” She grinned, patting your head. Going to your closet, she hung it up, digging through whatever shoes you had left behind to match the dress. She placed the shoes at the bottom of the dress. 

“I trust that you can do your hair and make up on your own?” She raised an eyebrow. 

“Of course.” You shrugged. 

“Tonight, it’s a gala event to celebrate the approval of a new health campus to be opened. Governors, sponsors and potential candidates for the board of directors will be attending. It’s a rather big event. A lot of big names will be there so naturally, a lot of press ” Your mother informed. You nodded your head, wondering if you would see 7 familiar faces there as well. 

“Your father is a potential candidate for the new psychiatric unit head.” She continued. 

“I’m sure he would love for you to be under him. He can definitely get you a good position under his team. Or you could be under my team when I make the move over.” She looked at you. 

“Wait, both of you are moving over to this new health campus?” You asked, completely ignoring her persuading you to work under them. 

“That’s the plan.” She shrugged. 

“But you’ve been with Korea University Hospital for like... ever. And dad’s already in the board of directors for Seoul Institute of Mental Health.” You frowned slightly. 

“Well, when a better opportunity comes up, means it’s time to move on.” Your mother place her hand over yours. 

-

You had done your hair, neatly braiding it and pinning it up. Sitting in front of your vanity, you did some light make up on your face, finishing off with some shimmering lip gloss. 

“Time to change.” You went to your closet and fished the blue dress out fo the cloth covering. You slipped it on, smoothing down the skirt with your hands and staring at your reflection to make sure that nothing was out of place. Your parents would want everything to be pristine for a good impression.

“(y/n)! Are you ready?” Your mother called. 

“Coming!” Picking up your shoes in your hands, you carried your small bag and headed downstairs. 

“I knew it was a good pick.” Your mother clasped her hands together with sparkling eyes as she saw you approaching. Even your father nodded in approval at your appearance. 

“Thanks.” You murmured. 

“Let’s go.” Your father held his arm out to your mother, who hooked arms with him, and walked out. You simply walked behind them silently. A limousine was ready on the drive way with a driver standing there, opening the door for the three of you to enter. You sat opposite your parents, your hands resting in your lap. Your fingers fiddled with your bracelet. 

“Sir, madam, agashi.” The car came to a stop. Through the tinted window, you saw a row of reporters ready at the entrance of the building. You took a deep breath as the chauffeur opened the door. 

“We’ll answer a few questions then head in. Just smile and answer things briefly.” Your father said to you. You nodded and stepped out. 

“Mr (y/l/n)!” Reporters called out. 

“Is it true that you’re a potential candidate for the new health campus’ psychiatric department?” You stood by the side, a small smile as your father answered questions. 

“Right this way.” The security cut off the questions after a few minutes. You let out a sigh of relief. 

“Let’s go say hi.” Your mother didn’t let you out of her sight, dragging you to meet old men that possibly decided her and your father’s future job positions. All you could do was smile and shake their hands. 

“(y/n), you remember Jaewon?” Your mother smiled, bringing forth a young man in a suit to you. You internally rolled your eyes, here we go. Every event you went to seemed to be a matchmaking opportunity for your mother. She would be very delighted to wed you off. 

“Jaewon?” You tilted your head. 

“He was in my cardio-thoracic team but went to the States 5 years ago for a partnership.” She reminded. 

“Ah, yes.” You smiled and shook his hand. You’ve seen him a few times. Your mother had even invited him over for a couple of meals when youw ere still living with her. 

“How are you, (y/n)? You look amazing.” He complimented. 

“I’m doing good, thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself. I’m glad you still speak Korean fluently.” You raised your eyebrows. 

“(y/n)!” Your mother sent you a disapproving look while Jaewon blinked but laughed, nodding his head. Soon, you saw your mother abandoning you to join your father, leaving you to converse with Jaewon.

“Where are you working now?” 

“Private.” You said, taking a glass of champagne and sipping it. Jaewon nodded his head. 

“Right, you worked with private clients right? As like their in-house, family physician. I know your mother told me that you weren’t comfortable working in a public place. So you turned down a lot of good job opportunities at prestigious hospitals.” Jaewon sipped from his own glass. You frowned slightly, what exactly was he hinting at? 

“What you hear from my mother is what she thinks she knows about my job. Anything to try and convince someone to persuade me to work under them.” You chuckled. 

“That’s not-”

“Sorry, may I interrupt?” A new voice came. There was whispers and murmurs around you. That voice was all too familiar. 

“I was wondering if I was going to see you here.” You smirked, turning around to face 7, all too familiar, men. Jimin winked at you while Hoseok flashed his blinding smile. Jaewon looked confused. 

“Of course we would be here. Sponsors are the main invited guests, you know?” Yoongi spoke first. 

“You know them, (y/n)?” Jaewon asked. 

“Know them? I live with them. Unfortunately.” You rolled your eyes. Jaewon’s eyes widened at your statement. Jungkook placed his arm around your waist, staring Jaewon down. 

“I told you about the touching.” You glared at the youngest, elbowing his ribs. Still, he didn’t lose his composure and just calmly moved away. 

“Well, bye!” Namjoon gave a friendly smile before pulling you away. You gave Jaewon a backwards wave, following the boys to another side of the room. Once you were away from most of the crowd, you let out a sigh of relief, shaking your head while the boys just gave you amused smiles. 

“When you said you had friday night plans, we didn’t expect to see you here, doc.” Jin smiled. 

“Let’s just say, I didn’t come here willingly.” You snorted. 

“Are your parents sponsors?” Taehyung asked. 

“No, they aren’t. They’re supposedly part of the new health campus’ head department team so they’re here to butter people up.” You crossed your arms. The boys weren’t surprised by how honest you were.

“But you look nice.” Jimin smiled. 

“Stop or I will stab your eye. Also, how’s the shoulder Yoongo?” You changed the subject. Yoongi shrugged his good shoulder and you nodded your head with a small smile. 

“(y/n).” Someone called. 

“Dad.” You turned to see your father. He raised an eyebrow and you sighed, walking over to him. 

“I didn’t know you were friends with our sponsors? They’re one of the new campus’ biggest sponsors, you know? Young entrepreneurs with big names.” Your father said. You shrugged. 

“I don’t know if I would call them friends. But they’re the clients I’m working with now. Honestly, didn’t even know that they were coming or that they were sponsors.” You blinked at him. Your father nodded, turning on his business smile before walking over to the 7 young men. They all shook hands with your father, exchanging formalities. 

“I had no idea my daughter was working for the family.” He laughed. 

“Yes, she’s one of our best employees. It’s a pleasure having her work with us.” Namjoon complimented and you mentally scoffed. 

“She could use that talent in a hospital but refuses, sadly.” Your dad joked and you rolled your eyes.

“Shall we get some food?” Jungkook offered. You nodded and headed over to the buffet table with him and Taehyung, leaving your dad to talk to Namjoon and the others. 

“This is boring.” Taehyung complained. 

“You would think that with how many events you guys have been to, that you’re used to all this. I haven’t been to many and I am.” You shrugged, picking up a piece of cheese and putting it into your mouth. Taehyung and Jungkook laughed, they knew you hated being here from the moment they saw you. 

“Shall we get out of here?” Jungkook wriggled his eyebrows. 

“I would actually like to live another day so count me out. I’m here only for my parents and I plan to see to that until the end of the night.” You stated. Taehyung handed you a glass of wine. 

“(y/n), I was looking for you.” Your mother came. You placed the glass down, stepping away from Taehyung and Jungkook. 

“What’s wrong, omma?” 

“You... know them?” She cast a brief glance to the two young men behind you, who had now been surrounded by other young girls that wanted at least half of the attention they gave you. 

“My current clients.” You shrugged. 

“I see... Only clients?” 

“Yes, omma. You know I don’t mix business with personal relations. Everything is strictly professional.” You assured her. She nodded her head. You couldn’t tell if she was relieved or disappointed by what you said. 

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[vixenpen]

Dabi smut with a teacher. Like in some quirkless au or something (He’s scarless but hella pierced and tatted), he had to pick up kid!Shoto one day and he sees his hot black teacher (Sis got thickness and curves for days, even in simple clothes) So he consistently picks up Shoto (even when he doesn’t have to) just to hit on her and when he finally scores a date with her, he’s at his limit after seeing her in casual wear and how amazing her personality is.

I LOVED this request. I had so much fun writing it and the details were amazing! I hope you enjoy

Hot For Teacher (Dabi x Black Reader) Quirkless AU

“Ah, come on kid,” Dabi sighed, expelling a stream of smoke as he waited at the curb for his baby brother to get out of school.

He rolled down the window to air out the car and watched the stream of middle schoolers burst through the double doors and head to their respective busses or cars.

“Shooo,” Dabi groaned, “where are you? I got shit to do, kid.”

He enjoyed hanging out with his youngest sibling, and he had no problem picking the kid up, but he also had a business to help run. If he didn’t get back to the shop in an hour and a half like he’d promised Hawks, he’d get an earful about responsibility and time management and blah, blah, blah.

He leaned back in the driver seat, deciding to give Shoto another fifteen minutes before he texted the kid.

Just then another wave of kids exited the building, Dabi’s bright blue eyes scanned them before landing on the finest woman he’d ever seen in his life.

Her cream colored silk blouse popped beautifully against her rich brown skin and a pair of slacks hugged her wide hips. Her makeup made her dark eyes sparkle and red lipstick painted her pouty mouth.

Dabi sat up, turquoise eyes running up and down that beautiful body of hers as the sexy teacher strutted past to talk to parents and wave good bye to students. When she turned around, his eyes slid down to the fattest ass he’d ever seen and he licked his lips.

Damn it must be hard as hell for her students to concentrate in class.

She turned again and began walking back towards the school. Fuck! If he didn’t stop gawking he would miss his chance. He couldn’t let that happen.

Holding his cigarette between his lips, Dabi quickly stepped out of the car and took leggy strides to catch up with the teacher.

“Excuse me.”

She turned around, her big dark eyes landing on him. Immediately Dabi knew she was sizing him up and wasn’t impressed. She gave that same disapproving teacher look Fuyumi gave whenever she was put off by someone.

Regardless, he flashed her his most charming smile. He may not be a goody two shoes like these other khaki wearing dads out here, but he knew he looked damn better than any of them.

“Sorry to bother you ma’am. I was just hoping you could help me out.”

“Sure,” she smiled back, showing off a pair of pretty white teeth. “Let’s start with that cigarette. It’s against our school policy to be smoking on the premises so if you could.” She cocked a brow expectantly.

Dabi cocked his own pierced brow back in response, but quickly stubbed out his cigarette on a nearby janitor’s cart and threw it away in the accompanying trash can.

Her smile widened. “Great. Now, how can I help you?”

Dabi chuckled. “Well, ya see, I just got this new phone and cleared out all my old contacts. Ya know, new year, new me and all that,” he shrugged, “anyway, my contacts are pretty empty now. So, I was wondering if I could get yours.”

She let out a little snort of amusement.

“That’s your pick up line? How many Girls have had the misfortune of hearing that one?”

“You’d be the first,” Dabi smirked back. “Figured the usual ‘hey beautiful, what’s your name’ line wouldn’t exactly help me stand out.”

“Trust me, you don’t need help standing out.” She replied, eying him again.

“Then that means I’m ahead of the game, right?” He held out a hand, “I’m Dabi.”

Tentatively, the teacher shook it. “Ms. Y/n.”

“Ms. Y/n, huh...” Dabi repeated slowly, his eyes ran over you with a barely masked longing. “Not ‘Mrs’?”

“Not yet.” You replied.

“How soon are you looking to change that?” Dabi asked, his smirk growing a bit smaller and more intimate.

“Who said I was looking to change it at all?”

“Certainly not me,” he replied, “that’s why I asked. I would love to talk more about how much you don’t want to change it over dinner sometime though.”

You fended off a smile. You were not about to give this over confident asshole any encouragement.

“Sorry, but I make it a point not to date my student’s parents.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not a parent then.”

“Oh? So you just like to stroll on the campuses of random middle schools and hit on the teachers for fun?”

Dabi chuckled again.

“I’m here to pick up my little brother. Ah, hell, speaking of which, I actually could use your help with that. Kid hasn’t come out yet and I’ve already been here over half an hour.”

Your pretty face immediately crumpled with worry.

“What’s your brother’s name?”

“Todoroki Shoto.”

“Oh!” You looked surprised. “Shoto. I think I saw him headed towards the baseball field. I think the team has practice today.”

“Dammit! Really? Well, I better go say hi to the kid anyway. You mind, uh, leading the way?”

“Sure.” You shrugged.

Turning, you took the lead and guided Dabi towards the baseball diamond behind the school. You could feel the man’s eyes on your ass the whole way, and couldn’t help but put an extra switch in your hips as you did. Much to his appreciation.

You had to admit the man was fine as hell. The black undercut with lines cut in the side, his multiple piercings and even the colorful tattoos you saw peeking from under his fitted black tshirt were hot as hell. However, you had long since given up on bad boy types. You preferred nerds. Still a little light flirting wouldn’t hurt anything, right?

“There he is.” Dabi stated once the two of you verged on the field. He held up his hands to his mouth and called out: “Yo, Sho!”

The boy looked up, heterochromatic eyes widening in surprise.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had practice today you little half and half?”

“Why don’t you ever check mom’s texts?” Shoto shouted back. “She told you to come later.”

You snickered as Dabi pulled out his phone and checked his text messages.

“Huh. Well I’ll be damned.” He muttered to himself. “Alright, kiddo, I’ll be back in an hour!”

“Can you stop shouting and leave now?! I have to concentrate.”

Dabi laughed before turning back to you.

“Anyway, thanks a lot for your help Ms. Y/n.”

“Just doing my job.”

“Still, I would love to thank you properly. Maybe over coffee.” He said, sounding hopeful.

“Before it was dinner.” You quipped, playfully.

“I know. I‘m just planning for future dates.”

You giggled, shaking your head. “It was nice meeting you, Dabi.” With that you turned and strutted off.

“I hope you know I’m gonna keep trying until I get a yes or no.” He called after you.

As you entered the school’s back entrance you could hear Shoto shouting: “Can you please stop hitting on my teachers? I have to see them everyday!”

Unfortunately for Shoto, his plea seemed to go in one overly pierced ear and out the other because almost everyday since then, Dabi made it a point to stop and talk to you when he came to pick up Shoto.

“Hey there, Ms. Y/n. My contacts are filling up fast. You sure you don’t wanna reserve a spot?”

“Sorry Dabi, but my no dating policy extends to immediate family members as well.”

“I hated to cancel our reservations, but you’re left me no choice, Ms. Y/n.”

“Nobody told you to make reservations, Dabi.”

“Dinner was lonely the other day. If only I had a beautiful black queen to keep me company.”

“I’m sure There are plenty of black queens out there that would have loved to accompanying you to dinner.”

“Yeah, but they wouldn’t have been you.”

Dabi was unrelenting. Always complimenting how amazing your outfits looked on your skin tone, how flattering your make up was, or if you wore a new hairstyle or new jewelry.

You couldn’t lie. The attention was both flattering and refreshing. Since becoming a teacher, you usually only got hit on by studious academic types. Attractive yes, but straight laced and all the same with their game

Unfortunately a disturbing amount of married dads also tried their luck with you.

But Dabi was different.

He may have been a far cry from your usual type, but he was always perfectly respectful and even funny. Not to mention he was much closer to your own age than other men that came on to you.

He must have started bribing Shoto for help or asking him about your interests too. Because sometimes when he would see you, he’d have a new book to give you or your favorite iced tea from a cafe you always frequented. Which, admittedly, was pretty damn cute.

The tatted up alt boy was actually growing on you. So one day, when both of you least expected it, you finally agreed to give him your number and go on a date.

That was the first time you ever saw him straight up smile. Not smirk or grin. He actually beamed. Just like a little boy who’d been told he could have a puppy.

Ok, ok. You admit it—he was cute.

Hopefully, that charm would extend over to dinner.

When the big date came, Dabi cleaned himself up. Opting out of his usual dark attire for a deep blue fitted Ralph Lauren polo and skinny khakis. He even took out some of his piercings in an attempt to look more presentable. He thought he cleaned up pretty nice if he did say so himself, but it was nothing compared to what you strutted in wearing.

Dabi had gotten used to your stylish but conservative work attire. He was so used to your hot teacher look, that he forgot you probably had some regular clothes in that amazing wardrobe of yours.

And damn did you pick out the most show stopping dress you had. You wore a wine colored dress that cut low in the front showing off those juicy tits of yours and stopped above the knee. The heels you wore made your thighs look even yummier and your ass was jiggling out of control with every step.

Down boy. Down boy. Down boy.

He scolded himself.

“Well, don’t you clean up nicely, Dabi?” You teased.

“I’m Touya tonight, beautiful.” He struck a pose like a GQ model. You laughed. “Dabi was that guy that kept hitting on you, Touya’s the guy that’s gonna try not to screw it up.

“Oh,” you ran a manicured finger along his solid chest, “well, I agreed to a date with Dabi, but I guess Touya could be fun too.”

Dabi licked his lip, and your eyes fell on his tongue piercing, hungrily.

“Depending on how well the night goes, you might see Dabi come out later tonight.” He replied, suggestively.

You rolled your eyes, but could feel your cheeks (and your pussy) warming.

“Boy! Come on.”

Dabi as Touya opened the door to the restaurant and ushered you inside.

The restaurant he took you to was definitely a high end place; complete with soft candle light, a jazz quartet, and a maître d’.

The chemistry the two of you had definitely translated over dinner.

Dabi was just as funny as he always was and he was genuinely interested in getting to know everything about you. He hung on to your every word about the funny things your students did in class. He enjoyed hearing your college stories. He even knew some of the books you enjoyed reading and could talk literature easily.

You discovered that he was the co-owner of a tattoo and piercing shop. He was the oldest of his siblings. And he enjoyed traveling and learning new things.

Dabi enjoyed vibing with you. He loved that your personality and sense of humor was just as amazing and substantial as that body he wanted a piece of so bad.

Dinner rolled into drinks and lasted well into the night. By the time the two of you were done it was damn near four A.M.

From that night on, you and Dabi became practically inseparable. He picked you up from school right along with Shoto for dinner after work, swung by with coffee, bought you any and everything you wanted (he does come from money after all) and after a year of dating, you became more than just a ‘Ms.’

Pt.2

[binniesthighs]

call me babydoll | reader x chan

soooo shhhh this actually a part one shhhh but i’m just trying out writing out different things and getting out some of my ideas outta my head that i’m really excited about, this one being one of them!! for now...just pretend that this is just a regular ol’ drabble hehehehe. this part is the set-up chapter (shhh i mean drabble) 

One

Pairing: self insert, female reader x bang chan 

Genre: fluff, smut, and angst 

Tags: (overall) bodyguard au, moderndayprince!chan, bodyguard!reader, secret agent au, royal au, action and peril, plot driven, running out of time, slow-ish burn, growing feelings, softswitch!chan, hardswitch!reader, some skz side characters, jeongin third wheel and comedic relief LOL, travelling, chan being expensive and having a lil bit of a superiority complex, flirtyyyy chan, bits of mystery, explicit language, mentions of food and alcohol, idk think like 007 vibes hehe 

CWs: guns and gun violence, a shooting in a ballroom, mentions of blood 

Word count: 4.6k 

Parts

ONE | TWO 

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here early.” 

“Well, expect the unexpected.” 

“Don’t turn the motto back at me. I’m sick of hearing it so many damn times.” 

“What? You and I both know that it’s true. You’re here early too, so, technically you don’t get to say anything.” 

Jeongin straightened his bow tie, then patted down the sides of his perfectly ironed tux with not a crinkle to be found. Knowing him, it was a miracle that he hadn’t messed it up in some form yet. He promptly took out his pocket square to clean off his glasses. 

“You’re looking nice. Seems like they don’t mind spending money now on you these days.” He blew off the flecks of dust on his lenses. 

“They know that they get their return on their investment. And thank you.” 

You smoothed down the sides of your dusty pink dress that nearly went all the way down to your ankles. Had you any other choice, it would’ve been something different, but, dresses were really good at hiding your thigh holster compared to the slacks you usually favored. You didn’t mind the times that you would have to put on a pretty dress, it somewhat reminded you that there was normal life outside of your job. Not to mention, they had started sending you jewelry as well. You always had liked the look of a diamond necklace. 

“You do your research for tonight?” 

Jeongin nodded, then took from his pocket his phone to read over the details. 

“I’ve done a background check on everyone attending, we shouldn’t have any issues. It’s already a low risk event anyway. Charity is never something to get too worked up over, but, you never know with the detail that some of these people come with...who they might be tied to...” 

“--The only people we can trust is ourselves.” You nodded with arms crossed. 

“Expect the unexpected, I know.” He slid his phone back into his inside suit pocket to adjust his cufflinks. 

“--Nervous?” You took note of his fidgeting actions. 

“Nervous? No. I’ve been through this before. You know that.” 

You flicked your partner right on his forehead strung with his white hair. You had really wished that he had picked a less conspicuous color, but he had strings to pull that you didn’t. 

Jeongin cleared his throat, “You do your once over?” 

“Do you even need to ask? I did it hours ago and when we arrived. You know that I’ve done this before too.” 

“I know. I know.” 

Jeongin looked out at the vast circular atrium that made up the center of the hotel. Several stories down under the glass rooftop, you could hear the faint sprinkling of the intricate fountain which smelled of copper. A bit further down, you could see the tips of the tree branches from the indoor landscaping. Across the way, a door slammed with residents tucking in their ties. The two men you had recognized from the roster: a simple thing which made you feel at ease. Your young partner must’ve started to have an effect on you. A sense of unease seemed to quell in your neck. You always listened to your hunches. 

“W-what do you think he thinks of us?” Jeongin broke the silence. 

“Well,” From inside the room you had waited outside, you could hear his distant murmuring, so you lowered your tone. “I think that he has yet to trust us. It’s only been a few weeks. He doesn’t seem like the kind to give himself up easy. That, and I’m sure his resentment of his father must have some influence.” 

“You think he hates us?” 

“I think he hates his father for hiring us. I mean, wouldn’t you? His old security detail, he had them for years.” 

“I guess so. But, we’re not like his old detail.” 

“No. We’re not. I don’t think he gets that yet. I think he sees us as one more way his father has a hold on him.” 

“It’s not like he can do much else about it when his dad’s a kin--” 

“--No, no, thank you, really, it’s lovely. Some of your best work. Thank you.” 

Chan swung open the door to his room, stopping Jeongin right in his sentence. 

“Ah. You’re here already. That’s...punctual.” 

As dazzling and showy as ever, Chan looking nothing short of a magazine model. For a prince, he had certain...appearances that he had to maintain. Today, it was a velvety and maroon suit jacket with a white button up. On the collar, two matching brooches had been perfectly placed, and they were silver like moonlight in the shape of English ivy and adorned with diamonds. On his lapel, he wore the royal insignia of the lion and the wolf. Behind him, you could see his slew of stylists cleaning up their makeup kits and obscene assortment of designer dress shoes for him to pick from. You had thought before that he even smelled like royalty: stuffy white roses with a hint of priceless cognac. 

Jeongin bowed his head respectfully. “Everything has been prepared for tonight. The rest of your guards are surrounding the building, and I’ll be corresponding with them as needed, your Highness.” He tapped at his earpiece. 

Chan drew his attention over to you, giving you a rather lusty glare. Over the past couple weeks, you had gotten used to it. He was a prince to every extent of the word. If there was anything that he had wanted, he simply had to ask. It drove him insane that all he could do was merely look at you. You had  wondered if he harbored anything else for you besides the way that he would devour the curves of your shoulders and hips. 

“Fox. Bee. You look nice tonight. I like seeing you dressed up. Makes me feel less out of place.” 

You couldn’t help but let out a little sound of discontentment over his rather affectionate nickname for you. You and your partner had been introduced to him as F and B. Quickly he had figured out Jeongin’s codename as Fox, considering that he had done a poor job picking out one that wasn’t related to him at all. Anyone could tell that boy was fox-like, and he also just wasn’t that creative when it came to picking out a name for himself. B, or Bee as he had decided, was your name; as in bumblebee. After learning about Fox, he figured that there was an animal theme going, so Bee seemed to fit best in his oponion. 

You tested his glare with your best, “Thank you, your Highness.” 

Jeongin gulped. “Your assistant should be waiting downstairs with your itinerary. She told me that you should meet her first off.” 

“You work too hard F. Have some fun tonight, hm? But don’t...drink too much. You’re responsible for my life remember?” Chan clapped his bodyguard on the back. 

Your partner nervously laughed and adjusted his glasses once more: his preferred tic. 

“And Bee?” Chan rose a brow to lean into close and whisper. “Stay close, alright?” 

“Of course, your Highness.” 

Chan let out a little scoff after getting one more proper look at your frame. “Damn. You really are stunning. Just a little too dangerous for me though.” 

You rolled your eyes, dishing him outa, “Whatever you say, your Highness.” 

Jeongin threw you and annoyed glare before tracing after Chan as he sauntered down the hall to the glass elevator. 

“Bee? You coming? Or do you have something better to do?” Chan’s voice called down the hall with an echo and a little teasing gesture of his hand. 

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It had been seven years since you had chosen this line of work, and each time that you had to go to one of these things, you hated them more and more. Not because they were hard to control--they were easy--but you just hated how many superficial and self-absorbed people that they could fit into one room. 

The air was filled with the scent of champagne bubbles and too much Chanel No. 5. From corner to corner of the room, and even next to the ice sculpture of the lion and the wolf crest, silk, satin; velvet and the best cotton could be found. Long gloves covered the arms of ladies with wrinkling skin, and tweed vests held in the guts of men who indulged in their food just as much as their mistresses. All this effort just to appear as if they had given one care about the philanthropic efforts of the royalty.

Several neatly dressed waiters passed you with golden platters of hors d'oeuvres made of ingredients so expensive, they would’ve cost the same amount as the generous donations made by the attendees. If you could’ve, you would’ve scooped up as many of them as you could, just to eat all of their copious amounts of money yourself, but, there was somewhere a rule that you had to keep your hand to yourself when you were on duty. The best that you had to look forward too was take-out to eat at 3 in the morning with Jeongin later. 

Buzzing chatter filled your earpiece while each of the additional guards gave their hourly report. 

“Damn. It’s fucking colder out here than I thought. It’s fucking summer.” One of them joked to the tune of the other guards laughter. 

“Stay focused.” Jeongin scolded over the line. “Don’t leave your posts until your shifts change.” 

While he was a timid man, Jeongin was not one to mess around. Son of the director, he knew that he had big shoes to fill. After pleading for years for her to admit him into the academy, she had agreed. Everyone knew the reason why she didn’t want him in this line of work. Too many dead. Too many missing. In some ways, he was also yours to look after. 

You trailed after Chan who was busy talking to his assistant and his publicist. While he nodded at their words, you knew that he must’ve been barely listening. Chan never really was one for formality, but much rather enjoyed simplicity and pleasure. Jeongin and you had somewhat of a bet going: out of all the guests, you had liked to bet which one he would take with him to his bedroom. Since you had all the profiles of the guests, you liked to bet a little money on which one it would be. 

Jeongin had guessed it to be the heiress and daughter of a tycoon who had made a multi-million won donation in the name of his company. It was ironic; his very company was a big-scale pollutor who liked to make nice with the crown. She was conventionally very pretty: long legs, a thin frame, she was educated and looked as if she could hold somewhat of a conversation...not like that mattered to him. 

You had predicted it to be the foreign CEO who had just started business dealings with the crown. While she might’ve looked a bit stuck-up and prim, she was intimidating, and a challenge. Chan loved challenges. Chan also had a pension for pretty boys with a bit too much money on their hands--usually inherited--and with nothing much else to do other than dote on him. There were plenty of those attending the gala tonight. 

Chan snaked through the crowd, bowing his head at all of the Good evening, your Highnesses and the It’s a pleasure to meet you, your Highnesses. Every few moments or so he would take a bite from a golden plate and then pop it into his mouth. The whole night long, he would hold his glass with him and it would get refilled for him without him even needing to ask. You sometimes liked to pretend that in some places, they must’ve assigned someone to watch him from afar to make sure that he would never need anything before it was given to him. It wouldn’t have surprised you. 

“Having fun Bee?” Chan languidly rolled his head back, swirling his glass. 

“As much fun as you are.” You quipped. 

“Anything that I should be concerned about?” 

“Nothing of concern.” You stated matter-of-factly. Had you matched his flirting tone, you knew that you wouldn’t hear the end of it for the rest of the night. “Fox. Report?” 

“Nothing that I can see. No one has been tagging you.” Jeongin had staked himself up on the upper balcony of the banquet hall room, and had been watching for as long as you had been following after the prince. “You sensing anything strange?” His voice tickled in your in-ear. 

“Just a bunch of the normal crowd.” You kept your tone down low. “He’s rubbing noses with the usual. You’ve seen too?” 

He chuckled. “Yeah. I know what you mean.”

You followed Chan to his seat nearest the front of the room which had been fashioned into a stage with a clear glass podium in the center. Right in front there was one more crest decorating it. Chan had ensured it to be so: he had wanted everyone to know that this was all for his charity. 

“It seems like our bets aren’t working out. He hasn’t talked to either of the...suspects.” Your partner changed his choice of words knowing that the other guards were listening. 

From the opposite side of the room both the heiress and the CEO stood with thin glasses of wine in their lithe hands. Chan had in fact walked right past them, and didn’t even notice. 

“Tonight is going to be a long night.” Jeongin sighed over the line. 

You politely pushed past attendees with a raised hand and a sweet smile. You had found that when you smiled, you had appeared less intimidating. 

“Oh wait...what’s this?” 

“What?” You whipped your head around after Jeongin’s interjection. “What? Do you see something? What’s the call?” 

“Relax! It just looks like he’s approaching someone he wants to talk to. I think both of us are about to be proven wrong.” 

“Ah, shit.” You sighed. “Don’t put me on edge like that.” 

“I’m only trying to entertain myself.” 

“Name. Who is it? You’ve got the roster.” 

You partner was quiet for a minute, and you watched from a distance as Chan approached the man leaned over a martini seated at one of the perfectly decorated tables. 

“Uh, I think that he’s Lee Minho. Some kind of royalty from somewhere else. Pretty low ranking from the looks of it. I think that he made a donation himself...and it’s...damn, larger than you would expect.” 

“Should we be concerned?” 

“No. Seems harmless.” 

“Thank you for coming,” You made out the words that Chan had mouthed. He drew a chair next to the unknown man. 

From what you could tell, Lee Minho was handsome to the full extent of the word: nearly all of his physical features were exemplary and his suit appeared to have been fitted to perfect for him; likely one of a kind. He too wore an insignia on his lapel, but it was one that you hadn’t recognized before. He had immaculately styled hair that had some kind of rebellious and boyish charm to it. The man had a kind of mystery about him too: you had been able to pride yourself in being able to read people, and it had saved your life on more than one occasion. But with him, there was something that you couldn’t place. 

“Do they know eachother?” You asked Jeongin. 

“Not that I know of. School friend maybe? Seems like all the royals send their kids to the same schools.”

“Hm. That would make sense.” 

“Enjoying yourself?” Chan said. 

Lee Minho nodded, and rose his glass to clink it with the prince’s. 

“Do we think that he’s our...suspect?” 

The stranger dipped his head into his hand as he listened to Chan speak. A flirty gesture that you had seen a hundred times or more. Still, the way that he inspected Chan, it wasn’t adoring. Or at least, you didn’t think that it was.

“No. I don’t think so.” 

“What the hell are you yapping about?” One of the other guards snapped over the line. 

“Um, classified stuff.” Jeongin quickly explained. “Above your paygrade. Don’t worry about it.” 

“Fox. Watch out for him tonight.” You snuck over to a corner of the room where you could watch the two of them more discreetly. 

“Affirmative....” Your partner paused. “Babydoll.” 

“Pffff--Babydoll??” The same guard stifled his laughter. “You call her Babydoll, Fox? Damn, you all must be closer than I thought. Didn’t know that I was missing out on some of the action--” 

“--Ever heard of a codename, Three?” 

“Babydoll’s her codename.” 

A grin crept over your lips. “Expect the unexpected.” 

You had almost gotten distracted enough to miss how Lee Minho had leaned over to whisper something into the prince’s ear. After he had done so, Chan laughed out a little, then reached his arm around the other man’s chair comfortably. 

“They’re...cozy.” You updated your partner. 

“I’m trying to cross-check where he might know him from.” 

Chan’s assistant and publicist finally slipped away with giddy little smiles. In many ways, you were jealous of them. They could leave whenever the wanted, eat what they wanted...

Jeongin scoffed. “Well, turns out...nothing. I can’t find anything.” 

“Nothing?” 

“Negative. I’m not seeing any crossover.” 

“So they really are strangers?” 

Your partner sighed. “Looks like neither of us are cashing ou--I mean--finding the suspect.” 

Under your breath, you wondered aloud, “Who are you...Lee Minho?” 

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The night drew on longer with the rest of the formalities: the formal dinner, followed by several speeches from important people while dessert was being served. It all led up to the final act: His Royal Highness, Prince Chan’s speech. On several neat notecards marked with the crest, he held them in front of him while he ate his last bits of Mont Blanc Chocolate Pavlova. Even the name of the sweet itself sounded pretentious. Granted, it smelled delicious--as many expensive things did. 

You stifled a yawn from your little set up on the edge of the room. At least you should’ve been able to sit, but it turns out that sitting is also against the rules in this line of work. A couple other security and bodyguards had joined you at the edge: some of their heads nodded with sleep, and the others looked as if they had taken one too many energy shots. Luckily, your stamina had been well crafted. 

A fancily dressed MC made his way up to the podium and the room filled with applause after the last speaker had said all of their correct mandatory words. 

“It is my honor to introduce to the stage, our wonderful head benefactor of this organization, His Royal Highness, Prince Chan of the Crown. 

Applause tenfold of before erupted through the whole room and it wasn’t even an afterthought for the every attendee to stand up from their seats in an ovation. It was a force of habit for you, but you found yourself clapping as well. 

Chan rose with grace, and re-buttoned his jacket with finesse. A blinding spotlight found him and it made the diamonds adorning his beck wink brilliantly. Even more blinding was his pearl white, and perfectly trained smile accompanied by his wave. 

Thank you. Thank you. He mouthed. 

“It’s like he’s a frickin’ movie star.” Jeongin groaned. 

“Might as well be with the way that they treat him. You know deep down they’re all just terrified.” 

Chan made his way up to the stage in all of his regality, and the applause didn’t stop until he cleared his throat. A collective groaning of a couple hundred chairs squeaked when everyone sat back down. 

“Thank you everyone, really. I wanted to thank you all for your generous support in your donations to this organization, as well as your association with the crown. I’m sure that all the beneficiaries of your donations are beyond thankful compared to me. Without you, this would not be possible.” Chan spoke with grandiose gestures, as usual, but this time, he had found you on the side of the room. “Listen, aside from being a prince, I’m also just a person. A person who knows what it means to struggle, to--” 

“--I can’t listen to this anymore.” You whispered into the quiet room, and to your partner. 

“Just a few more hours.” He droned. “I almost wish that something would happen so that we don’t have to sit though much else of this.” 

“Be careful what you wish for.” 

In the corner of your eye, Lee Minho shifted in his seat, but still kept his undivided attention to the stage. You figured he must’ve been just like the rest of them: enamored by the flashiness of the crown--and Chan. He had a way of putting a spell on people: it was the kind of spell that a prince of deception had crafted after years of being kept under lock and key. 

“--Anyway, what I’m trying to say, royal or fanciful we all might be, in the simplest way, we’re all just people, therefore this is what connects us all. Thank you.” 

Chan was gifted yet another standing ovation that was somehow even more thunderous than before. 

“Yeah right.” You scoffed. “People born into money. There’s a difference.” 

Chan gave his last waves, then a clamor echoed from the back of the room. At first, it had just sounded like the same raucous laughter you had heard all night, but then it shifted to something different. The sound of laugher turned into shouting, then screams: high pitched and piercing. You had seconds to respond, head whipping around the room to catch sight of the confused prince. In your in-ears, the the sound of gunshots echoed with rapid-fire speed. Machine guns. Shouting commands barked in your ear, and muddled with Jeongin’s string of demands and questions. 

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OUT THERE? REPORT! REPORT!” 

Your heart instantly started beating into hyperdrive, and your legs sprinted as fast has physically possible 

“THEY’VE GOT GUNS!” A shrill and cracked voice of an older woman wailed from the back of the room. 

Immediately after she had said so, shots fired into the darkened room with sparks, and the metallic sound of bullets hitting the marbled ground followed. 

Chan looked around in his panic for you, petrified on the stage. You slung your gun out from your thigh holster and latched onto him with all of your might. 

“TH-THEY JUST CAME OUT OF NOWHERE IN THESE VANS. THEY’RE ARMOURED, WE CAN’T--” 

“Get the fuck down there and secure the exists!” Jeongin growled into his mic. “B--is the prince secure??” 

“Secure!” You yelled back. Using your body as a barrier, you led the cowering prince through the mass hysteria of the crowd. 

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Shit.” Chan shook under your iron grip. 

More shots fired into the room and bodies parted like the sea and fell over each other. 

From the balcony, you had caught Jeongin aiming his own gun at the chaos below. 

“I’ll cover you! Fuck! There’s so many of them! Get him to the car out back--Three, Six, meet B out there! Three!? Six!? Report!” 

“Three and Six are down F!” One of the guards panted. “I can provide cover out back!!” 

“Who’s speaking??” Jeongin bellowed, then aimed from above at one of the intruders. Your only focus was on weaving you and Chan out of there, but you had seen one of them in a blur. Each of the men with guns wore dark grey suits with black ties and leather gloves. Each of them wore their own crest: and it was all red. 

“Bee?? Bee???” Chan shouted out for you, and jumped every time the crack of a shot echoed in the ballroom. 

“I’ve got you, your Highness. We’ll be out soon. Keep your head down and listen to me.” Your arm held to him tightly, and you soon found the exit nearest. There was no telling if there would be more of them outside, but you loaded your gun quickly just in case, and pointed it out. 

“Jeongin, get your ass down here!” 

“Jeongin? Who the fuck is that??” Chan ducked down to hide himself behind your frame. 

His name had slipped on your tongue, but that hardly mattered. 

“I’ll be down in a second!!!” 

“Don’t fucking waste time up there when I need you down here!!” 

“Two! Two Reporting!!” A man suddenly yelled in your in-ear. “I’ve made it out back and I’ve secured the exit. The car is safe!!” 

“FOX! Now!” 

Your partner heaved, “I’m coming, I’m coming!!” 

You kicked open the exit door, gun’s still blazing, however one one else could be found on the other side. 

“Thank God,” You sighed. 

“Oh shit, I’m gonna be sick.” Chan had turned paler than white, then stumbled in your arms. 

“Hey, HEY!” You held him upright. “It’s gonna be alright. I’ve got you. You’re safe. You need to trust me. Your life is in my hands and I’m not giving it up easy, got it?” 

“O-okay.” He stammered, then attempted to straighten himself. 

“The Prince is outside, repeat, The Prince is outside. Two, are you in position?” 

“Yes. Yes, I am.” 

Other than the fact that you had just escaped absolute peril, the evening was unbearably pleasant. Crickets chirped in the summer evening, and the humidity of the night smelled gorgeously of the lake that was near-by as well as the vast array of flowers that had been purposefully landscaped around the hotel. Chan’s uneven steps scraped at the gravel walkway. 

Since you had canvassed the whole building well, you had known exactly where the getaway car was, but you were still careful. 

“Bee. Bee!” Chan blabbered. “Have-have I told you yet that I-I’m in love with you?” 

“No, you haven’t Your Highness.” 

“I fucking am. If I die tonight, I want you to know that I am ridiculously in love with you, and fuck, I wanna--” 

“--I’m sorry, Your Highness, respectfully, but now is not the time for this and you are not dying on my watch.” 

Somewhere off in the distance, frogs croaked, and the splashing of fish in the lake plopped at the surface waters. You turned a corner to finally see Two waiting his his gun raised. He was a bit of a shorter and scrawnier man, but something about him told you that where he lacked in strength, he must’ve made up for in agility. 

“I’m out! I’m out!” Your partner gasped, and over the in-ear you could hear his running footsteps. “I’m almost there! I’ll be there in a second!” 

“Your Highness,” Two bowed and opened the car door. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. You can call me Two or J. Either you prefer.” 

Jeongin came bounding around the corner with heaving breaths and his clothes askew. His glasses which just barely held onto his face had a crack on them and his knuckles were covered in blood. 

“Let’s go.” The younger man prompted. 

“In the car you go, Your Highness.” You motioned for him to do so. 

Chan whimpered like a toddler. 

You shoved his body in, “Stop that. Get in the car.” 

“I’m in love with you Bee!” He yelled out, “I’M FUCKING IN LOVE WITH YOU BEE!” 

Jeongin slammed the door in his face with a bit of a chuckle. 

“He’s delirious.” 

“Mm.” your partner smiled. “Sure.” 

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ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: (ANON) hey i just stumbled on your stuff. it's really good!! and this is my first ever request so i don't know if i'm doing it right, but do you think you could write something where the reader is insecure about her body hair and bucky or steve is just like comforting them and maybe some slight smut??

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: SMUT 18+ minors dni, major fluff miss girl 

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: idk if you were looking for just coochie hair but this was really real for me so i made it like an all around insecurity about having hairy arms, shoulders, back, belly, the whole shabang i hope that was ok . this really hit home as a Latina/Hispanic with prominent body hair so i really hope you guys like it

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“What about this one?” Nat held a silk dress, the front cutting low as well as the back. 

“It’s pretty,” you started.

“Yeah?”

“Pretty revealing,” you snorted.

“Nat I already told you, I was thinking maybe something with long sleeves, maybe a pant suit? That's a power move,” you laughed. 

“Y/n, you have a gorgeous body and you should show everyone,” she said smiling softly. 

“It’s not that, it’s just….”

“Just what?” she asked concerningly. 

“It’s stupid,” you chuckled nervously.

“It’s not stupid if it’s bothering you this much,” she said. 

“I don’t really like to wear clothes that show off a lot of skin because I don’t- ugh,” you huffed out, “I have a lot of hair, Like everywhere.”

“You’re human; you’re supposed to,” Nat chuckled.

“I know, but it's very visible and I get a bit insecure,” you mumbled. 

“Awe, it’s ok. You’re still the most beautiful girl in the whole world, did you know that?” Nat smiled hoping to lighten the mood.

“Shut up,” you pushed her playfully.

“No seriously, you’re so stunning and if a guy, who probably looks like a fucking werewolf, has the audicity to say you’re too hairy can literally stick a razor up their ass,” she said making you giggle. 

“You know Steve wouldn’t care,” she wiggled her eyebrows.

“Stop it,” she was always teasing you about Steve, and as much as you did like him, it’s so embarrassing. 

“Come on buy this one and flaunt that gorgeous body so y’all can fuck.”

“Oh my-  If I buy it will you shut up?”

“Yes.”

You snatched the garment from her hands and walked prissily to the counter hearing the red head snicker behind you.

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You stood in front of the mirror staring at your appearance. Your skin glowed against the silk fabric, the tie resting on the side of your waist pulling the fabric in to accentuate your features. The back was cut low with practically no fabric above your sacrum. 

Those little hairs crept along your back and you couldn’t help but frown at them. The fuzz was so visible and you just wish you had thin hairs, hardly noticeable like those girls on social media. Growing up people always had something to say about the hairs on your shoulders and your arms. Nothing’s changed as an adult now and it fed horribly into your insecurities. 

“You ready?” Nat came into your room, making you snap your head towards her.

“Oh my goodness, you look so beautiful!” Wanda said walking into your room as well.

“Thank you, guys,” you smiled softly. You couldn’t help but hide your arms placing your hands over your forearms and Nat looked at you gingerly and grabbed your hands softly. 

“Everything about you is beautiful, ok?” she smiled.

“Thanks,” you responded before heading downstairs. 

The music seemed quiet compared to the voices that chattered up and down the halls and rooms. It was very crowded and you were quickly left alone; Nat headed to the bar and Wanda instantly spotting Vision. 

You held your head high and walked through the crowd to the table where Tony had appetizers and snacks for the guests. You felt confident after Nat’s words and you definitely caught the eyes of many different oglers there. One particular man had walked with poise stopping before you with a smile. 

He was quite handsome and you returned a smile, casting your eyes down shyly. He wore a classic all black look, a black button up collar with sleek balck suit pants. His shoes were also black and he looked very put together. He had pitch black hair and gorgeous green eyes. You were hypnotized. 

“You look absolutely ravishing darling,” he spoke smoothly. 

“Oh, uh, thank you. You look very nice too,” you said timidly. 

You two made small talk before migrating to the bar. Nat gave you a look before Wanda spoke to you, her eyes as well as yours glowing red and her voice echoed in your head.

What about Steve?

Get out!

“Woah, what’s with your eyes?” the guy said surprised. 

“What?” you retorted.

“They- They were red for a second,” he stuttered.

“Maybe you’ve had a bit too much to drink,” Nat swooped in. 

“Yeah, probably,” he chuckled. 

You two continued to talk until he asked the dreaded question. The question that always makes you unbelievably self conscious and gross. The question that every goddamn man on earth feels they need to ask for no fucking reason.

“Why don’t you shave your arms?” 

“What?” you asked dumbfounded.

“Well, you’re very uh- hairy. Do you shave your legs?” 

“I- uh. I don’t understand.”

“Well, I just noticed you’ve got a lot of hair on your arms and your shoulders. You should probably shave it, you know?” he said.

Nat and Wanda exchanged shocked and foul looks, rolling their eyes at the man’s remarks. You smiled sarcastically before storming away. Men seriously have nothing but the audacity. You covered your arms and caved yourself in just trying to run from the situation. Before you could head to the elevators you bumped into a strong body. 

“Y/n, I was looking for you- Wow, you look- wow,” he said with wide eyes. He’s never seen you in a dress quite like this. The silk was shining beautifully like your glowing skin and the straps fell from your shoulders making Steve fight the urge to kiss and nip at your soft skin. The color complimented your skin tone incredibly and he was so enamored by your beauty; not that you weren’t always the most beautiful. 

You were angelic. 

“Thanks um, I’m gonna back up now. Not really feeling too hot,” you mean that quite figuratively. 

“What, but the party’s just getting started! I haven’t gotten to dance with you,” he gave that gorgeous smile that would make any woman fall to their knees. 

“Steve-”

“Come on just one dance?” he grabbed your hand. 

“You have to buy me a drink first,” you smirked, dragging him to the bar. Upon arrival, Nat smiled knowingly at you before making your favorite and Steve handed a twenty dollar bill. The later the night got, the more Stark’s guests drunken themselves into a careless party vibe. 

The lights were dimmed and the music grew louder. You finished your drink and Steve raised his brows waiting with a grin on his gorgeous face. You grabbed his hand and made your way to the makeshift dance floor that Tony’s guests had created.

Steve came up behind you with his hands on your hips and swayed with them to the beat of the music. Strangers around him had created quite a sexual tension filled aura that definitely affected you both. Your head was thrown back on Steve’s shoulder and your eyes were closed.

Steve looked around before catching his gaze with Nat’s smirking and nodded as if to tell him to make a move already. He looked down at you again, you were so beautiful in his arms. He ran his nose along the side of your face and sensed your head slowly leaning into him. 

You smiled slowly and Steve pressed a soft kiss to your temple. He kept pressing faint kisses down your neck as his hands trailing up your sides giving your goosebumps. He ran his nose along your shoulder and pressed kisses there too when you suddenly became overwhelmed with insecure questions; what if he notices the hairs? What if he asks the same question? Or worse, what if he gets disgusted by that?

You pushed him off and quickly ran away through the crowd. Confused, Steve chased after you. You walked quickly after leaving the crowd and made your way back to the elevator as you did earlier in the night. Steve was concerned that maybe he might’ve done something you might not wanted and scared you away.

“Hey, hey,” he reached for your arm, of which you quickly retracted.

“Wait, Y/n,” you avoided his eyes as you round the corner towards the elevator. Steve stepped in front of you, pushing your back against the wall caging you with his arms. 

“What happened? I thought- I thought we were you know, having a moment,” he smiled guiltily.

“Steve, I’m sorry but…” you trailed off. 

“Is it me?”

“No! J- Ugh, Steve. Please,” you just wanted to go to your room and cry; you let your insecurities get the best of you once again and ran away from something that could’ve been. 

“Then what is it? Because I like you; I really like you. And I need you to tell me if you don’t feel the same because I’m just gonna think that I did something wrong and that I hurt you; and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I did,” he told you.

“You didn’t do anything,” you teared up; you brought his forehead to yours and brushed his nose against yours.

“Growing up people always teased me for my body hair. Guys always told me that I needed to shave my arms because being able to see the hair was gross. I feel so ugly. And that fucking asshole tonight; I really thought he was gonna be different. They’re all the same.”

“Y/n, look at me. You are so fucking beautiful. Everything about you is perfect and I want nothing more than to show you.”

“You don’t think I need to shave,” you pouted. 

“No, and anyone that tells you that, you let me know and I’ll punch them,” he said with a deadpan look making you grin.

“Sorry. No one’s ever said those things to me, about you know,” you cupped his face.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

You smiled softly before leaning into him and pressing your lips against his gingerly. You could feel him smile into the kiss and his hands cradled the back of your head as he deepened the kiss. 

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he said against your lips.

He pulled away and turned around briefly to call the lift. He grabbed your hand and pulled you inside pressing you against the wall to kiss you sloppily. Your chest heaved up and down at his passion and when he pulled away you were left breathless. 

He led you to his room where he was on you in an instant again, your back pressed against his door and his lips on your neck. Your head was thrown back as you basked in the feeling of his lips against your neck. Your hands making home in his hair. 

He pulled your strap down pressing kisses along your shoulder. You tensed a bit out of natural habit but his lips felt so soft and gentle, you relaxed and indulged in his attention. Your finger made work with his baby blue button up that complemented his eyes perfectly and pushed his collar shirt off his broad shoulders. 

You grew a bit of confidence and pushed him off backing him up until he sat on the edge of his bed. When Steve plopped down he couldn’t help the huge grin on his face. His hands went under your dress caressing your thighs with his thumbs waiting for your next move. 

You bit your lip as you slowly untied the string that cinched your waist; unveiling your body to him wearing simply a pair of nude lace panties. You could hear the lustful groan that came from Steve, his eyes wandering your body as if he were memorizing everything about you. 

Hyper aware of your insecurity now that you’ve told him, he noticed the soft hairs that gloss over your skin. He had no problem with it. He thought it was beautiful; especially the little happy trail down your stomach. His hands came up your side and he leaned forward to kiss your belly. You instinctively pulled away and tensed before muttering apologies under your breath. 

“You don’t need to apologize, doll,” he looked up at you. 

He leaned forward again, his lips making contact with your hot skin this time. The eyes he gave were soft yet hungry and you couldn’t help the arousal that pooled between your thighs. He pulled you forward so you sat comfortably on his lap and grabbed your hands in his own. He placed them around his neck turning his head to the side to kiss the inside of your forearm all the way up to your shoulder.

“You are so gorgeous, absolutely ethereal, celestial, heavenly, god I could just look at you all day,” he said, making you grow flustered.

“It’s true, darling.”

“Thank you,” you said with teary eyes. 

Beautiful. Angelic. Divine. Perfect. Steve whispered those words against your burning skin as he turned you over to lay on your back. You kissed him messily before he moved down your body slowly practically peeling your panties from your body. 

The sight of your dripping cunt was enough for Steve’s cock to harden painfully. He stood up eagerily and dropped his pants and boxers surprising you. He was much bigger than you had anticipated and the nerves fluttered in your belly whether he’d fit comfortably or not. 

“You ok?” he rubbed your leg when he saw concern in your face.

“Yeah, you’re uh- you’re really big,” you said, making him chuckle.

“We don’t have to do anything if you’re not comfortable,” he reassured.

“No, I do! I really do,” you said quickly making him laugh harder this time. 

“Here, I think this will make it easier,” he grabbed your hand so you could sit up easily before quickly grabbing a condom and handing it to him. He pulled you close to let you straddle his legs as you did moments ago. He pumped his erect cock for a second before tearing the foil and wrapping it around his girth.

You stood up on your knees and stared into his eyes as you felt his tip at your entrance. You slowly sank down onto him feeling absolutely stretched to your fullest. You and Steve both moaned simultaneously as you took his entire length. You hadn’t even moved yet and Steve could you feel you pulsating around him. 

Your walls were so soft and velvety, Steve knew he wasn’t going to last long. 

“Ugh, baby, you gotta move please,” he moaned.

“You feel so good,” you whimpered. You lifted yourself before returning to settle back down over and over again. 

Steve leaned forward pressing kisses to your breasts whilst holding your waist to steady your bounces. He looked at you with nothing but adoration and devotion relishing in the moment he has with you. You were so goddamn beautiful above him, Steve couldn’t help the quickly approaching release. 

He could feel your wall clenching around him signaling how close you were. You began to grow tired and you were no longer bouncing up and down but rather rocking your hips forward and back now. Doing this stimulated your clit, rubbing against his pelvis and soon enough that had you body shaking in pleasure. 

“Fuck, Steve, I’m coming!” you gripped onto his shoulders. His finger dug into your own flesh surely to leave marks of some sort later and his head was thrown back as he chanted your name like a prayer. 

You pressed your lips against his neck kissing and sucking leaving purple and red marks and bites on him as you reached your climax. Every muscle in your body convulsed and tightened against Steve until you finally felt like you could relax. 

“You were so good, baby girl. So good for me,” he soothed; his hand rubbing and scratching your back gently. 

“Fuck,” you breathed out.

“Sh, I got ya. Relax, baby,” he could feel your slightly trembling body limp against him.

“That was amazing,” you whispered, continuing to press faint kisses on his neck.

“You’re amazing,” he said cheekily. 

“Thank you; for making me feel beautiful again.”

“I’d do anything for you. You deserve the world. You’re so stunning and anyone who wants to say otherwise is just jealous and full of shit,” he said making you grin. 

“You want me to run you a bath?” he asked softly.

“Only if you join me?”

“Deal.” 

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8. Don’t Kiss And Tell

Description: Going on a small lunch date with Techno at the Library. Guess who you run into.

Words: 3989

Last part :: Next part

Stepping out of his office, the two of you walk down the hall. He kindly took your bookbag on his shoulder.

"You know I have to thank you." You simply say, your shoes slight squeezing on the flooring. "Why is that?" He questions with his hands in his pocket. "Well, I don't think I would have the courage to ask you out." You turn towards up at him. "Even though we do casual make out now."

Right before leaving his office he changed, slipping into a pink crewneck sweatshirt and a pair of more comfortable shoes as he wore dress shoes for class. While doing so, you fixed yourself up too. Re-doing you makeup with you "To Go" bag you always had in your book bag.

He looks back down at you, "I'm glad I did too, I didn't even think you would say yes." He admits to you, it really didn't make sense though to you. "Why so? I thought I made it clear that I really liked you in your office." Winking up at him, his cheeks flashing a shade of rosy pink as he remembered what you two were doing an about half an hour. "Yes, I really liked that too, but I was just nervous." His cheeks still pink, which was adorable. "By the way, pink looks great on you." You complement the tall man. "Why thank you darling." How you wished you could hold his hand, he thinks the same.

Both of you go down the hall and stairwell, heading out the main doors to the campus.

The air was fresh on Autumn leaves, seeing as there was lesser leaves falling. But that induction meant it was mid-autumn. The air made the breeze that chilled you down after your heated make out session in his office.

You where still anxious to walk with him, but to the other students you were just having a conversation with a Professor and nothing else was happening between the two of you.

Pulling out your phone to texted Minx.

Y/n to Minx:

I'm sorry but I won't make it for field lunch

Looking back up to Techno, he had a sweet smile plastered on as you walk beside him. Excited for you little date. But getting your attention back to your phone.

Minx to Y/n;

It's okay :( Are you doing that assignment you told me about???

Y/n to Minx:

Ofc I'll meet you at the dorm in about an hour or so

You felt this strange feeling of guilt for not telling your best friend on what you were doing. But on the other hand you couldn't really tell her you where on your way to have a date with your Professor. As you waited for her response, Techno looks down at you, "Do you have any place in mind you want to go?" He asks, but your mind goes blank. Where could you given go without looking slightly suspicious?

"Like on campus?" You question him, there was no way in hell you where going to the café and have coffee with your Professor, or have a picnic on the field. That would look even more suspicious and the possibility to run into Minx. "We can if you want. I was thinking off campus though." He explains, looking for your reaction. Which you agree with, that was the smarter decision to do. "How 'bout a book store?" He says, that sounds pretty nice as you think about it. "It's quite..." He continues, but he pulls out his hands out of his pockets, pointing out with his finger. "No students would see us. And I kind of wanna show you a few book I think you would like." He had that same giddy smile as earlier. But his points did make a good defense, but you weren't going to deny his offer to a book store and watch him get happy being surrounded by books of literature.

And that he wanted to show you some books, it sounded too good to be true. But it was.

"Would you like to get coffee after? But not at the school café." He looked back up, he had a questionable face. "That sounds lovely darling." He says. Smiling as both of you continue to walk. Slowly you step closer to him.

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Opening the door to the local book shop that was only a few blocks off the campus. A little ring on a bell once you step in, which Techno let you in first as he always does.

And there was the first time he did it.

He held your hand.

His hand was large compare to yours, which wasn't that surprising as he was much taller than you. But it made you feel like fine china as he held your soft hand with such care and gentleness. His thumb swipping lightly over the back of your hand.

You shifted your gaze up to him, seeing him not mention it as it was like nothing happened between you.

A small smile played on your lips, walking in the book shop and watching as Techno lead you the way through. It was quite small but cute. It smelt as freshly burning sage and coffee lingered as well.

Stopping to a halt, a rather large bookshelf that was made out of dark colored wood, the paneling was beautiful. How you wished you could have a bookshelf like this one in your student housing, but knowing damn well that thing would never fit or even match any furniture you would have.

"It's lovie isn't." Techno spoke softly, making sure you were the only one to hear him, even though you where pretty sure you and a few other customers where in this place. But non the less you question him on what he meant, he realizes and clarifies. "The shelf. I have similar ones in my office but still. They are very nice." He admires the shelf for another second before going back to the book of which he held. He wasn't telling lies though, they where very nice. And he did in fact have similar ones.

You lean yourself against his arm, resting your head on his shoulder. He didn't flinch one bit, he was too fixated on the books. His eyes scanning everything. Carelessly you just stand with him, taking this all in.

Reading the small few paragraphs recapping what happens in the story you simply fell for it. "It sounds very interesting." Looking up at him with a bright smile.

But hearing a small "Ah." From him draws you back to him. With his free hand he reaches for a book. It was hard cover that was a bright yellow like the sun. With large red letter spelling out the title, along with two men leaning into each other.

"The Power of Habit by Charles Duhigg. Highly recommend." He passes you the book, his attention was on you now. Watching as you held it. Looking at the cover, it was very nice and once you flipped it to the back to read the description. 

As you where about to place it back in the shelf along with a collection of other books Techno stops you. "Are you not going to take it?" In his voice was a slight sting as it was like it hurt to watch you pit back a book he recommended to you. "Well I don't have my money with me, I couldn't buy it-" You tell him so his feeling weren't hurt but he interrupts you. "I'll pay for it." He says.

You pull him down by your hand beginning connected. Stepping on your tippy-toes you place a kiss on his cheek. As a way to say thank you. He gladly excepted your thanks for the book as he turned down and kisses you on your lip, it was short and sweet but something in your head was telling you that you wanted more of him.

He stands up completely, "Any other books that I might be interested in?" You ask him as he walks you down to the next isle.

Looking around as this isle was completely full on non-fiction books. Of course he would be into non-fiction as he was a history teacher, knowing he would most likely pull out 10 books of famous historians for you to binge read.

"Y/n?" Someone asks behind the two of you, you quickly pull your hand away from Techno. As much as you didn't want to, you still did so. That voice, it sounded like someone you know put you just couldn't pin it down, well until you turn to the voice. It was him, "Hey Karl."

A small wave as a welcome to him as he walks towards you. You smile, even though you were pretty sure it looked uncomfortable and awkward. Karl still walked up to you and Techno.

Techno turns to you, seeing as to why you stopped holding his hand with confused, but that quickly drops once he sees this random guy. But soon to find out that he knows you. "How've you been, we haven't talked since the party." He sounds happy to see you, but maybe a little sad that you didn't text him at all, not even once.

Karl reaches out for a hug, which you hug him back. When Karl pulls away his eye drift down to your neck for a split second, but quickly making a double take. Seeing hickeys scattered across your neck. "I've been good Karl. How are you?" You ask him, Karl got rid of the thoughts that you had someone else kiss you and leaving thoughts marks, but was becoming more difficult. Techno stands behind you, looking down at the younger boy. "Really good, oh! Alex says thank you for his coat being brought back to him. So tell Minx that as well." He chuckles, he was very charming, but not good as Techno. That was loud and clear, but not to most people apparently. "I will tell her that, but I'm pretty sure they've been texting constantly." You roll your eyes at the thoughts of Minx messaging someone non-stop for the past few day, the bright light of her screen as she giggles.

He laughs at what you said, which you join in, "So whatcha doing here? The campus has a library." He ask, his eyes looking around and looking back at Techno, unsure how you knew this older man. "I could say the same to you." You quirk an eyebrow at him, "Well I don't like how they're people from school there, so I come here. But seeing you here I might have go to another one." He jokes with you, placing his hand on your arm. Again your laughing with him. Techno takes notice of this whole ordeal.

"Unless you would want to join me and go to another book store." He plainfully flirts with you, it was the first time you where asked out to go on a date with two men on the same day, non the less an hour apart. Techno, doesn't necessarily get mad about Karl flirty with you as he didn't know you where on a date with Techno. He wanted to tell Karl that you were his and only his. But he thought it was slightly amusing to watch Karl do it, trying his hardest to win you over, not so smoothly. "I'm actually hanging out with my- my friend." You turn your head to Techno, who had a grin plastered on his face. Unsure how to even tell Karl who he was, because you couldn't say that he was your teacher. He sticks out his hand, you stand in-between the two men.

The two men who fancy you.

It was a little awkward, "Just friends?" Techno questions with a smirk, letting you have to make an explanation rather then him. Karl on the other hand is confused on what he meant by that. "Don't listen to him." You ignore Techno's statement and put your focus on Karl. But Karl was going to question Techno. "How do you know Y/n?" He asks, slightly deepening his voice. You shift your eyes to him, what the hell was he doing? Techno knew exactly what he was doing, trying to intimate him, he didn't think of Karl as a threat to your relationship with him. "I'm in her class." Techno shakes his hand and pulls away from him. "Which one?" Karl sounds a little pushy, which was strange as moments ago he was calm like a clam. It was becoming more obvious that Karl wasn't the most happy to see you with such an older man and they you two where hanging outside of campus. Karl was starting to place it together, with all the clue. The hickeys, him saying "just friends", and how you tried not say you two weren't on a date. But it was obvious.

"Do I need to say?" Techno plays with him, it was clear as the blue sky as Karl was slightly jealous to Techno. Again, hella awkward for you.

Breaking off the tension that was building rather quickly. "Alrightty, it was good to see you again Karl. But we actually have to go." You tell Karl and somewhat to Techno. Karl looks away from Techno, putting on a smile once he turns to you. "It was a pleasure to see you again. You do have my number, so if you ever wanna meet up." He winks at you before turning away from you. Glaring at Techno for a second. Walking off towards the door.

Both of you wait for the door to ring, which does, he left.

Looking back to Techno with a dead pan look, "Really Techno." You stare up at him, "What? He was the one flirty with you." You chuckle at him, men. "He didn't even say bye to me, rude." He chuckles at his comment. He shrugs off his shoulder, giving you his full attention once again.

"He seems sweet though." You roll your eyes at him, hitting his arm playfully which he chuckles at. "Do you like him?" He asks, not in a jealous way but in a more curious tone. At least that's what he wanted you to think. "Don't get me wrong, he's cute. But no, I only met him this Tuesday." You explain to him, he quirks an eyebrow with a stiff laugh.

"And I'm into someone else." You tell him honestly. The same goofy smile was on his face from earlier. He bends down slightly, "And who might be that darling?" He questions already know the answer, you give in and tell him, "You of course." Once again you kiss his cheek. "Good to know, because you have a bunch of hickeys from me." You wack him on his chest this time, giving him a glare, basically telling him to shut up. But he just smirks at you. "Com'on I'm not wrong. You love it don't you?" He still at your eye level, taunting you. He raises his eyebrow, waiting for your response, which he also knew the answer too. But he just wanted to hear the words come out of your mouth.

You play along with his game, leaning to his ear, "You're never wrong Mr. Blade. Only you can mark me up like you do." Pulling away slowly, connecting your eyes while doing so. But before you can fully retreat away he grabs ahold of your arm, not hesitating to let go. Now that you were playing along, there was no way out.

Kissing you slowly, getting pulled in like a tide. It was passionate and full of wanting for each other, but before you could continue it, Techno pulls away. That cheek son of a bitch, but the same could be said about you.

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The smell of espresso was different than the school campus café, more exquisite. More expensive, but to be fair this coffee shop is a little pricer then the schools.

It felt weird for him buying you stuff, sure it was only a few books and now a coffee, you really didn't want him to do that. You were a grown woman and can buy whatever you wanted.

But on the other hand, it was very kind of him to do so.

Both of you stand in line. You were next to order and already had a drink on mind that you could order. Looking at Techno, he was eyeing the black chalk board with white lettering. He seemed a tad bit confused about what everything meant. He leaned down to his side, whispering to you, "You don't mind if I get a tea?" He did look like the person who would prefer tea over coffee and it was quite obvious too. You giggle a little, "You don't need to ask me, get whatever you want handsome." He smiles at what you said, slight pink blush on his cheeks by what you called him.

Ordering was simple on and Techno paid right away.

Both of you wait for your drink by the corner. Looking around the café to see if you recognize anyone from your classes, none of the customers where recognizable, which was a huge relief.

"You never told me why you didn't do that homework assignment." He says looking down at you. "Well, in your own words you said "I could careless about that stupid assignment" so..." You draw out the "so". He looked away from you, you were right.

He reached down you to your hand, holding it once again. Rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand.

The barista calls for the both of you, grabbing the drinks and heading for a small round wooden table by the front. Huge windows lining the wall, letting in the natural light into café.

While sitting you take a sip over your drink before he asks you once again, "Why didn't you do it?" You look up at him, confused at what he meant, but back to the conversation. This time around he asks more blunt, there wasn't a way to be coy. Deciding it was best to tell him up front, "I was at a house party Tuesday. I was hungover on Wednesday, but still went to class. So I just never got around to it." You tell him, taking another sip of your coffee. "You actually went to class hungover?" He asks almost like he forgot everything else you said. "Yes." You give him a look, like a "duh". He chuckles at you.

Thinking back to the party, "I actually met Karl at that party." You point out, which makes Techno slightly bite the inside of his cheek. A little frustrated that we we're talking about that boy again. "He was nice, he put me and Minx in my car so I wouldn't think we did anything when I woke up." You explain to him, that point it made Techno thoughts stop, smiling at how he was nice. Plus it made a tad more sense that he really wanted to go on a date with you. "That is very kind of him." You simply nod to him.

Placing your hand on the table to take yours, which you give him your hand once again. "I really don't want to go back." You tell him, referring to campus and school which he got quickly, he takes a sip of his tea. The slight noise of the other customers in the shop was very relaxing for the both of you. "I could say the same thing darling, but I do get paid there so..." He jokes with you, which you chuckle too. "Plus I get to see you there." He was right, both of you see each other two day a week. Even though it wasn't the best, it still was an option. "I wish we spent more time together." Looking down at your hand, which was interlocked with his. How you wanted to do this every second, but physical impossible to do.

He sees your little dismay, he felt that same thing.

"You know what?" He shrugs his shoulder, drawing your attention back to him. "We should have dinners on Fridays? Does that seem like a good option?" He asks, hope and excitement filling his voice. A toothy smile awaits for your response. It was a good option for you, you only had one class that day and didn't really makes plans. But then there was Minx. She would normally makes the plans for herself and bring you along, even though you really didn't want too.

This was better then going to some clubs and getting hungover and waking up in someone random person bed, now you could possibly wake up in his bed.

Thinking for another split second. "That sounds like a plan Mr. Blade." The smirk on that man's face was make you close your legs. Now you have plans on Friday, thinking about it. That was tomorrow.

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He walked besides you, his hands in his pockets now, unable to hold onto your.

Maybe it's because it was fall or the two of you were out so long, the sun was starting to darken to a beautiful sunset. Which lit up the sky with a burnt orange with purples and pink.

Looking up Techno, he's already looking at you with a sweet smile. Just admiring you at how you stared up at the sky. God, he would never be able to get over you...

He reaches up to your cheek, his fingers locked around your chin as his thumb swiped your lips. His eyes looking back and forth between your eyes and back to your lips. Softly he spoke, "So pretty..." Like it was just for him to say. Saying it as a fact to the universe. Just restating it.

He bends down. Leaning your head to the side while standing on your tippy-toes to get more into the kiss. Forgetting that you where on campus and in front of everyone, that was the thing. It didn't scare you, not one bit. No one was outside your dorm building or walking by.

Slowly pulling away from each other, his hand still on your face. "I'll call you tomorrow about that date." He smoothly says, sliding his hand off of you. He hands you your bookbag from his shoulder, you kind of felt bad for him holding it all this time on your date. But tomorrow he won't need to hold it. With a wink he started to walk off.

Opening the door to the entrance and making it up the stairs well, once inside you squeal with excitement. Letting your hands flare.

Smiling to yourself while stepping into the dorm.

"There you are!" Minx reaches out for you, pulling you into a hug. "Yeah, I was just handing out with someone." You tell her, not exactly saying you were on a date with your Professor, but close enough. "Was it Karl? Is that why you where out again today!" That was Techno she was referring too, you weren't going to say that though. Not wanting to lie to her anymore, decided to play around with her.

Shrugging with a smirk you don't tell her. Heading to your side on the small room and placing your bag on the bed. She follows right behind you, preparing for you to tell her who you were with, but that never came. "Don't be a tease!" She whines, pissed off why you didn't even text her back, which you just remembered you didn't text her back. "I don't kiss and tell Minx." You say while hopping on your bed. "Fuck you." She says, flipping you off.

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[onlydreamofmysoul]

The Prince and The Pornstars

Chapter Two

Here we are! Chapter two! I am so freaking blown away by your responses yesterday! I’m so glad you guys are liking it as much as I am!!

Characters of course by the lovely @lumosinlove

Logan 

The pretty redhead was utterly clueless about this industry, but Logan didn’t mind. 

“I um, so I uh, I need to…” Finn was stuttering, his cheeks ablaze and Logan felt a flutter of fondness for the man. 

“Here,” He said, patting the bench next to him, “Asseyez-vous.”

Finn stared at him helplessly for a minute and Logan laughed. “Sit down Red.” 

Finn did so, seeming grateful for it, still looking at Logan nervously. “I’m sorry,” He blurted out, “I’ve just never done anything like this and I have no idea what to do and I’m not trying to be unprofessional but I mean I really have no clue how any of this works and I-”

Logan laughed as he pressed his finger against Finn’s lips. “Shhh, it’s alright.” Finn’s shoulders slumped. “It is pretty weird when you start.” Logan admitted but then he shrugged, “But at the end of the day, it’s just a job. When you’re on set, just think of it as mechanical. There are certain things you must do to keep it working.”

Finn nodded. “Mechanics, yeah I can do that.”

“We’re people though off set,” Logan felt the need to add, raising an eyebrow. “Sometimes that part is forgotten. At the end of the day this is just our job.”

“No, no no! Of course you’re people, I never-”

Logan hushed Finn again, unable to stop his laughter. “Mon dieu mon rouge, you really are a nervous wreck. I think we’re going to have a lot of fun.” Logan let his voice soften, “Are you sure you’re okay to do this?”

Finn nodded, meeting Logan’s eyes, his expression steely and suddenly Logan couldn’t quite catch his breath. At first all he saw was a blushing, stuttering rookie but then suddenly there was a person in front of him and his eyes were a gorgeous deep shade and Logan could barely remember what he had even meant to say.

“I’m sure.”

Logan wetted his lips, trying his utmost not to let his eyes drift to Finn’s own and nodded. “Okay. Ready?”

“Ready.”

Logan reached out and took Finn’s warm hand in his own and guided it to his semi-hard dick, clenching his jaw as Finn tentatively wrapped his fingers around him.

“Like this?” Finn breathed and Logan met his eyes again and found himself unable to look away. Finn stroked his cock slowly, gaining speed as he got more confident, making Logan’s breathing stutter as he circled his thumb over the head. Logan forced himself to look away - he was the one who told Finn this was purely a mechanical matter and yet here he was, getting far too caught up in the whole affair. He stared down at the ground, swallowing with some difficulty as he felt himself building closer and closer to orgasm.

“That’s enough.” He ground out to Finn. Finn’s hand stopped moving, but didn’t pull away.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Logan gasped, “Yeah all good, thanks Rookie.”

Finn smiled weakly at him, then stood up and moved to the side, walking over to Remus when the other man beckoned him over. Logan nodded to the director and everyone set up to continue, Sirius coming back to Logan’s side as Logan watched Remus and Finn chat out of the corner of his eye.

“We have a new fluffer it seems.” Sirius commented, bumping Logan’s shoulder playfully as he sat back down. Logan looked at him wryly. “Not that it makes much difference to you.”

Sirius chuckled and his gaze flitted to Remus. “Non. Or to you for all intents and purposes. All you really need is Leo, ouais?”

Logan smiled softly, feeling some of the confusion flicker away. “Ouais. Yeah he’s all I need.”

“Okay boys,” The director, Arthur called. “Are you ready?”

Sirius and Logan both gave him a thumbs up, then Logan climbed onto Sirius’ lap to get back into position, while people on set called out instructions.

“Logan, tilt your head to the other side.”

“Sirius, both hands on his hips please.”

“Okay, faces a little closer!”

Logan and Sirius did as instructed as quickly as possible and then they were rolling again. Logan leaned down and kissed Sirius lazily, tilting his head the way he knew gave the best camera angle. He knew the crew were shuffling around them but he tuned them out in order to focus on what would look the best. 

“Okay Sirius, hands in his hair please,” Arthur called and seconds later, Logan felt Sirius gripping his curls. “Logan, when you’re ready, get on your knees and say your line.”

Logan pulled away from Sirius and sank to his knees, dragging his hand down Sirius’ chest, over the rigid lines of his abdomen until he gripped his cock.

“I’ll show you what a real workout is.” He said and without pause, he took Sirius’ entire cock in his mouth.

Not many men could say they could take the entirety of someone the size of Sirius Black. Logan had seen his fair share of dicks over the years, but very few could compare to Sirius size wise. Logan however, happened to be in love with one of the few people who could compete, so let's just say he had a little experience with something that big in his mouth.

“Hands in his hair again please Sirius.” Someone called and then Sirius was guiding Logan, making it look like Logan was just being used fir Sirius’ pleasure. “Alright, Logan now start stroking yourself.”

Logan did as they asked while Sirius tilted his head back, gasping and moaning loudly. Logan in turn played his part well, groaning once or twice and fucking into his own fist. Logan looked up into Sirius’ eyes as he sucked, swirling his tongue around the shaft. 

“Sirius, finish on Logan like we discussed whenever you’re ready.” 

“You want to taste me? Bet you just dream about me coming in your mouth.” Sirius muttered, saying his lines perfectly. Logan in turn whimpered and nodded as best he could with a cock in his mouth. “Or maybe I should cover you with my cum so everyone will see what a bad boy you are.” With that, Sirius pulled out of Logan’s mouth and came in streams, all over Logan’s face while Logan himself pulsed in his own hand. 

Sirius leaned forward and licked a strip up Logan’s face before standing up and walking towards the ‘door’ of the locker room. “Same time next week?” He said with a wink over his shoulder and Logan groaned his assent. 

“And cut! Lovely work boys!”

Logan gladly accepted the robe which he pulled on while Finn came over to wipe down his face with a warm cloth. 

“So, what did you think?” He teased. Finn froze for a moment before continuing to help Logan clean up. 

“It was uh, good? Yeah you were really good this was honestly nothing like I expected.”

Logan nodded. “Yeah it’s really not that not when people are yelling instructions at you.”

Finn froze and Logan could see his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “There’s um, there’s some in your hair.”

Logan sighed, resisting the urge to feel for himself, knowing he would just make it worse. “Yeah I figured. I’m gonna shower anyways so I’ll just get it out then.”

He stood up and smiled at Finn who still seemed more flustered than Logan thought a person could even be. “I’ll see you around Red?”

Finn nodded. “Yeah, yeah I’m not going anywhere.”

Logan smiled as he walked away. Finn seemed a little innocent for this business but all the same, Logan hoped he lasted here. He couldn’t quite explain what it was but there was just something in him that told him he needed to see that boy again. 

Logan stepped out of the shower into his little dressing room to see Leo waiting for him on the couch. The room was tiny, really just a place for Logan to have a little privacy but it was perfect for what Logan needed. He and Leo always spent at least ten minutes together like this after filming ended just to come back from pornstars to people, taking a minute just to breathe and settle into themselves.

“Hey there Nutter-Butter.” He greeted as Leo looked up from where he was scrolling through his phone and smiled. Logan quickly threw on his pants and a hoodie and slotted himself between Leo’s legs. He rested his cheek on Leo’s chest, sighing happily as his boyfriend’s warmth seeped into him. 

“Hi baby.” Leo said, cupping Logan’s cheek and tilting Logan’s head up for a quick kiss before settling back down again. “Good day?”

Logan hummed, slipping his hands under Leo’s shirt just to feel the press of their skin together. He could hear Leo’s heartbeat and it was steady, Logan’s constant.

“Yeah it was good. Remus told the funniest story about his brother, filming was delayed by ten minutes ‘cause everyone was laughing so hard.” Leo chuckled, one hand coming up to stroke through Logan’s damp hair. “There’s also a new fluffer.” Logan added, his thoughts flitting to Finn.

“Oh yeah? What’re they like?”

“His name is Finn, he was working with me today.” Logan yawned, stroking Leo’s sides almost for his own benefit than Leo’s. “He seems nice.”

“Oh, is he the guy with red hair? I think I passed him in the corridor today with Celeste.”

Logan nodded. “Yeah that’s him.”

Leo kissed Logan’s curls. “He’s cute.”

Logan sighed, thinking about how one of two of Finn’s darker freckles were the same shade as his eyes. “Yeah he is.” He moved, crossing his arms under his chin so he could look up at Leo properly. “How was your day sweetheart?”

“It was okay. Kind of boring because I was just getting the filming schedule for the week and running lines and stuff. Nothing interesting to report.” He brushed his thumb over Logan’s cheekbone, “It meant I got to come here to you quickly though so I suppose it was worth it.”

Logan snorted, rolling his eyes. “Sap.”

Leo just grinned. “You love me though.”

Logan kissed him. “Yeah, yeah I really do.” He pulled away but Leo chased his lips so he conceded, laughing as he pressed into Leo’s touch. 

“Come on,” He mumbled, pulling away just enough to talk but still close enough that they were breathing each other’s air. “Let’s go home.”

Leo groaned but got up, shoving on his shoes and grabbing his jacket. “Okay,” He said, tucking Logan under his arm as they strolled out. “What will we have for dinner?” Logan just hummed and snaked his arm around Leo’s waist. “Whatever you want Peanut, whatever you want.”

[diaryofabeautyfiend]

Plain Gold Ring

(Part 2)

You left a few minutes before he did. He ran up to his place to change. The two of you had already showered together. You had meetings all day and so did he. You agreed to meet for lunch.

Your thoughts drifted to him all day. His strong hands and the spice of his skin were all you could think about. You should have felt guilty but you didn’t. You two really seemed like you connected on a deep and spiritual level. You told yourself not to be naive. Men who cheat never leave their wives. You were a means of escape for him. You decided to proceed as planned and move forward with your Chicago interview.

At lunch Andy came bounding into your office. Before you could even hand him his fork he had his hands on you. “I can’t focus. You’ve been in my head all day.”

“Me too.”

“Yeah? You thinking of my cock?”

“Your cock, your hands…fuck…your tongue.” He slipped his hand in your panties to find you already dripping.

“Shit, baby. I have to be inside of you. This is gonna be quick.” He slammed his hips into you a few times before you both completely lost it. He eased you back down peppering kisses on your neck and chest. You readjusted your panties, smoothed your hair and sat down at your desk to drink some water.

“Oh my goodness are you going to stay like that all day?”

“Like what?” You knew exactly what he was talking about. You just wanted to hear him say it.

“With my cum dripping out of you? Don’t you want to clean up?”

“I’m good.” You winked at him and handed him his lunch.

He chuckled, “There goes the rest of my day.”

You had easy conversation for the rest of lunch. You asked him about Jacob and how he seemed to be coping. He was happy to talk about it. It was evident he adored his son. And there went the guilt bubbling up again. He could see it in your face. “Is this weird for you?”

“A little. Maybe we shouldn’t do this.”

“We don’t have to talk about him.”

“It’s ok. I like hearing about your life. Besides I brought him up. I just want to be sure I’m not reading too much into this. Like we’re just friends who fuck right? I don’t know if I’m trying to catch feelings.”

He was a little offended but couldn’t express that to you. You had sex the second day that you had known each other. That was clearly not something he did nor did he take it lightly. He meant what he said. He really liked you. He would just have to work hard to show you how much. For now, he would follow your lead.

“Oh yeah. Of course. Friends who fuck sometimes. No feelings to catch.”

You went about the rest of your day and got home at a respectable hour. While you were at your mailbox in your building you noticed Lori and Jacob coming in. You smiled and turned quickly to get to the elevator. You realized a lot of people likely knew who they were and made it awkward like you just did. You just couldn’t leave well enough alone and went back to introduce yourself.

“Hi. I don’t mean to interrupt. Are you Lori Barber? My name is Y/N. I work with Andy.” She looked relieved to hear your name.

“Of course! Y/N. So nice to meet you. Andy told us all about you. This is our son Jacob.” He waved to you and you very awkwardly waved back.

“Well I won’t keep you. I just wanted to say hi.” She looked like she wanted to talk more but you hightailed it out of there up the stairs. You felt like an asshole. She looked like a perfectly nice person. If you weren’t fucking her husband you’d probably be friends. Damn it. You couldn’t do this with Andy. As much as you wanted to, knowing Lori was in the same building was too much for you.

That bottle of red on your counter was calling your name. You ordered dinner and prepped for your interview. Hopefully you’ll get a decent offer and out of here before you make a bigger mess.

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While you were in the bath Andy texted. You didn’t respond. While you watch tv he texted again. No text back. After the third unanswered text he called.

“Hey, Andy.”

“Are you ghosting me?” He sounded like he was joking but not really

“No. Just busy. What’s up?”

“Nothing. Too busy to see me?”

You wanted to say yes. Yes you were far too busy to spend time with a married man. You wanted to tell him go back to his wife. But you didn’t. “Of course not. I’ll unlock the door.” You were a goner.

A few minutes later you heard him calling your name. “Bedroom.” you called out. You had been crying about it all night but you have to end things before it gets serious. Even though you weren’t really dating and you said no feelings, you knew yourself. Under the facade of an overly ambitious lawyer you were a hopeless romantic. In the very short time you’ve known Andy he’s been a great guy. The fact remained, he was kind of your boss and very much married. You couldn’t continue.

“Hey. Are you crying? What’s wrong?” He sat on the bed and pulled you into his lap. You sobbed harder. “Y/n. Baby? Talk to me.”

“I met Lori and Jacob. He really has your eyes. We can’t do this, Andy. I know you and Lori are going through a rough patch but I can’t do this.” He was crestfallen. He rubbed your hand while you talked nodding where appropriate. When it was finally his turn to talk, he didn’t trust his voice to be strong.

“I know we just met, Y/N but, I’ve never cheated on Lori. Not ever. I slept with you because I liked you from the first moment we met. I know you said no feelings but, I feel like if you weren’t on the verge of caring, you wouldn’t be crying over me right now.” He was right. You felt all the things you weren’t supposed to feel.

You stayed up talking for a few more hours and ended up falling asleep in his arms. When you woke up the next morning he was gone. It was just as well. You got your notes together for your interview and called in.

The whole conversation was amazing. You and the managing partners really hit it off. They were younger than the partners at your current firm. A lot of women on the senior team. Not twenty minutes later did you friend text you to say they wanted you to take a trip out to Chicago.

When you got into the office you asked Caitlin to clear your schedule for the rest of the week and booked your flight. You were due in court so you grabbed your bag and badge and headed out.

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You were one of three attorneys on this case. Today was the voir dire so all you’d be doing was taking notes on possible jurors. One of the team members was unable to make it so Andy filled in. It was a pleasure watching him work. This part of the legal process was generally pretty boring. Watching him was like theater. You were fawning all over him like a school girl. It was frankly disgusting. At the end of the day Andy called a team meeting to compare notes and start working on court strategy.

You worked through dinner. All of you were exhausted by the end of the night. Since you were leaving the next morning, you handed your coworker Jeremy all of your notes and went to your office to pack up.

“Y/N, can you be in a little early tomorrow? I want to run through a couple of things.” Andy called from your doorway.

“Sorry. I’ll actually be in Chicago. Family emergency. I put it on your calendar this morning. Jeremy has all of my notes. I’ll be out of pocket for most of the trip. Shoot me an email if you need something. I’ll try to get back to you.”

He frowned and let out a deep sigh, “I’m sure I don’t need to tell you how important this case is. Can the trip be rescheduled?”

“I’m sorry. It can’t be. Jeremy is up to speed on everything. He’s done just as much leg work as I have on this case. You’re in good hands.” You patted him on the chest and excused yourself.

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Andy got home and grabbed a beer. Jacob was sitting at the table finishing some school work. “How is your new job, Dad?”

“Good. Everyone there is really nice.”

“Mom and I met Y/N at the mailboxes yesterday. She’s pretty.” Andy was surprised that Jacob even noticed you. He’s always staring at his phone.

“Yeah. She’s pretty.” He ruffled Jacob’s hair. “What are you working on?”

Lori came in to grab a water. She looked like she was running on the treadmill. She hadn’t found a good route around the neighborhood yet. “Hey. I didn’t hear you come in. We met your coworker. She was really sweet.”

“She’s the one who put you in touch with Linda Raymond.”

“Oh. That was nice of her. We should have her over for dinner. I remember when I was single I had nothing but wine and old Chinese in my fridge. I’m sure she’d like a home cooked meal.”

Andy was irritated with Lori’s assumption. “She’s a grown woman. I’m sure she feeds herself.” He knew you did because he’s been in your fridge.

“Well anyway. I’d like to thank her. I’ll send her a bottle of wine. Maybe you can ask her assistant what she likes.”

“She drinks Cabernet.”

He got up from the table and changed into his gym clothes. There was a really nice gym on the bottom floor of the building. He had every intention of going there but he couldn’t get you off of his mind. You mentioned all of your family lived down south. What kind of emergency could you have in Chicago. Maybe it was a guy. You didn’t mention one. He didn’t ask. He wouldn’t be surprised if you had a booty call in Chicago. You were distracted all evening texting someone. He pushed the button for your floor.

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Your flight was early so you started packing when you got home. Half way through your wine fueled solo dance party, Andy was at your door. You were a little tipsy and feeling bold so you answered wearing only a tshirt and panties.

“Evening, Andy.” You opened your arms to welcome him inside.

“Evening. Do you have a minute?”

“Sixty an hour, sir and they’re all for you.” He followed behind you to your bedroom.

“Are you drunk?”

“Not yet. But! The night is young.” He watched you dig through your closet selecting dresses and shoes. Nothing very casual.

“You sure do dress up for a family emergency.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“What do you want, Andy?”

“What’s in Chicago?”

“What’s with the questions?”

“Why are you answering my question with a question? Nothing more suspicious.” Fucking lawyers.

“What do you want, Andy? I won’t ask again.”

“You. I won’t see you for a few days and I’ll miss you. If you are going to see a guy, as I suspect by the amount of lingerie you’ve packed, I want you to remember how good you have it at home.”

Your cheeks heated and your cunt started paying attention. “So demanding, Mr. Barber.” You patted him on the head and attempted to walk away from him. He grabbed your hips and ran his hands under your tshirt over your bare belly. “Andy, we agreed.”

“No, you agreed. I did not. I still want you.” His index finger stroked the wet spot on your panties. “Looks like you still want me too.” Your eyes fluttered closed as you leaned into his touch. He nuzzled your clothed pussy nipped and sucked. His hand rubbed broad strokes over you before he pulled them down and began flicking his tongue over your clit. You let out a low moan of appreciation. “Want me to stop?”

“Andy…” He cupped your pussy and slipped in two fingers grinding the palm of his hand against your clit.

“What’s that, honey? Answer me. Do you want me to stop?” His body was pressed against yours.

“No. God no. But you have to. Your wife…”

“Don’t worry about her. Worry about yourself. Do you want me to stop? Tell me to stop.” he growled into your ear. He pressed his erection into your hip she continued finger fucking you.

Your head went blank and your pussy took over again. “Don’t stop. Please, Andy. Never stop fucking me.”

He spent the rest of the night squeezing every last ounce of pleasure from your body. You showered and ate a very late dinner after which you fell asleep watching a movie. This was a level of bliss you had never enjoyed in your whole life. You were falling in love with him. Fuck your stupid feelings.

Your very full bladder nudged you awake. As you slipped back into bed, Andy’s phone screen illuminated the very dark room. You went to turn it off and saw several missed calls and texts from Lori.

You felt like you were doing something horribly wrong. Not like you could see anything she said. You weren’t sure if you should wake him. But, what if it was an emergency? Something could be wrong with Jacob. You nudged his shoulder but he didn’t budge. This man slept like the dead.

“Andy? Wake up.” you whispered in his ear.

“Hmm? What’s wrong?”

“Lori keeps calling. I wasn’t sure if it was an emergency.”

He grumbled and scowled at the device. “It’s nothing. Go back to sleep.”

“It has to be something or else she wouldn’t have called you so many times.”

“I missed counseling tonight. She’s pissed.”

“Go home, Andy. I can get myself to the airport.”

“No. I’m with you tonight. She’ll have me the rest of the week. Come back to bed. Please, baby. I have to get my fill of you before you leave.”

You had a choice here. You could get back in that bed and spend the rest of the night with this beautiful man. You could feel happy and loved and ignore the fact that, two floors up Lori was likely pacing the floor. Or, you could tell him about Chicago and be done with this mess. You chose option B. It was going to hurt like hell but you had to rip off that bandage.

“What’s in Chicago is a position with a major firm. I’ve already had my first interview. They asked me to fly out for a few days. They’ll make me an offer and I’m going to accept.” He was silent. “Say something. Please.”

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” You smacked him in the face with your pillow. “Ow! Hey! What the fuck?! Stop it. Y/N stop! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

You were pissed and on the verge of tears. You switched on the bedside lamp and paced the floor mumbling to yourself. “We’ve only known each other for a couple of weeks. Fuck you. You aren’t falling for me. You’re in love with the fantasy that is our relationship.” You took his left hand and pointed to his wedding band, “As long as this is on your finger, you belong to Lori. You will never be mine. Go home, Andy. I’m going into that bathroom. When I come out, you need to be gone. Who the fuck says they’re falling for someone right before they get on a plane?! You’re almost guaranteeing it will crash.”

That stupid wedding ring. He never took it off. It must be graphed to his skin by now. You felt it when you held hands. It pressed into your breasts when he grabbed them. He was never aware of it but you always were. Painfully aware.

After a few minutes you heard your front door slam. You popped a nerve pill and got back in bed. Fuck Andy fucking Barber for being so perfect. Fuck your stupid pussy for getting you involved in the first place and fuck your stupid heart for feeling anything. You cried yourself to sleep.

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At six am Andy stood in his floor to ceiling window drinking his coffee. He saw you pacing the street waiting for your Uber that was five minutes late. The guy didn’t even take your bag. The car sped away taking his whole future with it.

He couldn’t fathom why you had such a soft spot for his wife. You had from the first time you met. You got her a job and went on a one woman crusade to save their marriage. He guessed you just felt like she had gone through enough. Andy hadn’t really forgiven her for almost killing them in that crash. She didn’t forgive him for his father’s involvement in Jacob’s acquittal. There was no going back. He filed for divorce the next day. Whether the two of you got together or not, he and Lori were done.

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When you got home you went to the mailbox first. You had a few magazines stacked on the table. You guessed no one wanted to steal your copy of Forbes. You saw Lori and smiled. Your earbuds were still blasting away so you didn’t immediately hear her talking.

“I’m so sorry. Did you say something?”

“It’s ok. I’m used to it with Jacob. I said I never got to thank you for passing on my information to Linda. I got the job.” (you already knew) “Anyway. I wanted to invite you for dinner sometime as a thank you.”

“I appreciate it. You really don’t have to.”

“Nonsense. I can use the company since Andy moved out.”

You dropped your things and cursed under your breath. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”

“It’s ok. It was a long time coming. Let me know what works for you. I’m good anytime really.” She got onto the elevator and you stood in the lobby frozen.

You didn’t want to let Andy know you knew right away so you just sent him a quick message. “I’m back.” When you got back into your place your phone rang.

“Did you take the job?” He hadn’t even given you a chance to say hello.

“I did. They need me there in a month. Taking on a class action. I’ll wrap up what I can here and then I’m gone.”

“And I can’t convince you to stay.”

“It’s a really impressive offer. I can’t pass it up.”

“I filed for divorce.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” (No you weren’t)

“So I have a month to make you fall in love with me.”

“Andy…”

“Can I come over?” Say no. End it. Absolutely not.

“Sure. No physical contact.”

“I’ll be a perfect gentleman.” Now if you could only say the same for yourself.

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Deja Vu

Here is part 3 everyone! Life has been hectic lately and I haven't found the time to write until recently. Let me know how you feel about this chapter though, I really appreciate all your comments!

Part 1 // Part 2

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Aelin felt like she had stepped into an alternate reality. She couldn’t think beyond this moment, and the overwhelming emotions that came with it.

Rowan looked the same since she had seen him last. His features were sharp in contrast to the lush texture of his silver hair, slicked back for the event she assumed. His attire was work casual, a blue button down paired with black pants and nice dress shoes. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up his forearms, causing Aelin’s heart to flutter for just a second. He was angelic, standing there with so much hope in his eyes, all directed towards her.

And then he smiled. Gods. That smile could melt even the coldest of hearts and it was doing just that. Aelin thought she had finally steeled herself against this girlish feeling that was rushing through her body right now, but of course one look from the man she hadn’t seen in years was her undoing. Without her consent her body stepped to his direction, pulled by some unknown force to her. But one thing was certain. Despite their rough past and complicated emotional attachments, Aelin still considered those emerald eyes and pine scent her home. And ever since that day she had ended their relationship, she had just been living in limbo.

As Rowan started walking to her, his stance relaxed and tense all at the same time, Aelin’s attention was diverted by Arobynn as he slid up behind her. She swiveled around to face her boss, her eyes closed off once more. Aelin fought all her instincts as she looked up at those grey eyes, so close to unwinding herself from the cage he captured her in with his arm around her waist and his body towering over her. Aelin hoped that he hadn’t seen the moment with Rowan, fearful that the game she was playing with him was exposed. Without a glance back to the man who held her heart, Arobynn escorted her to the elevators to their suite rambling about his intentions with Dorian, the abundant amount of luggage they brought being dragged by a poor bellhop.

With her emotions under control again, Aelin made another vow to herself. One that she had to keep, or else her new life and plans for herself could be ruined by the boss who held all the power in his hands. She had to avoid Rowan during this convention. Despite her heart's true desire to run back down to the first floor and finally close that immeasurable distance between them, she couldn’t let herself fall down that rabbit hole.

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Rowan was so close to her, walking to his fireheart’s spot with a determination he had never experienced before. Until her attention was dragged away by the infamous Arobynn Hamel, looking as slimy as ever. The possessive hand around her waist was a clear message to Rowan, he was sure of it. The way he guided her away from him was another pointed statement. Even though the man never glanced his way, every move was calculated and manipulative, exactly the way Aelin had described him years ago. Aelin was his and nothing, not even a lost love, was going to change that.

Lyria found him as Aelin walked to the elevators, wrapped around her boss's arms never looking back at him. With a confused glance to the direction Rowan was stuck in, Lyria was finally able to break his trance.

“Rowan, how did you manage to lose Dorian? You only had him for two seconds?” Anger and frustration was evident in her tone. As Maeve’s assistant, she got the brunt of the blame for most incidents, and this one was no different. The whole team was on edge, and would be until Dorian’s presentation where he finally announced his book release.

“I’m sorry sweetie, I was just thinking about this weekend's plans and before I was able to react he just slipped away.” That was the truth, if only slightly veiled. Lyria didn’t know he saw Aelin or thought about her as often as he did while in their relationship. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders comfortingly, her anxiety rolling off of her in waves as her thoughts spiraled. Rowan needed to come up with a game plan and quickly.

“Let’s check in with the crew and we can go from there, how about that? Maeve doesn’t have to know about this if we find him soon.” With that said, Rowan opened his phone to see where the rest of the crew was in their search.

Fenrys> I can’t find the ass anywhere. I cleared the first floor and I’m about to go outside to the pool.

Lorcan> He’s not in his room, I just checked. On the way to the next floor up.

Vaughn> Connall and I just checked our room and The Cadre’s floor, found nothing. How the fuck did this happen?

Rowan> Lyria and I are in the lobby and didn’t see him. We will check outside on the perimeter and see if we find him. Text soon. Don’t tell Maeve, and avoid her at all costs.

With the game plan set, Rowan guided Lyria out to the sliding doors and filled her in on the Cadre’s spots. With a hmph of dissatisfaction, Lyria extracted herself from Rowan’s arms, and split off into the opposite direction outside. Great, she was pissed. Agitated, Rowan stomped around the front of the hotel making intense eye contact with any dark haired young man he saw. Out of all the people Rowan intimidated as he walked around the hotel, none were the culprit he was looking for. Rowan was out of ideas, and in no way did he want to go up to Maeve and tell her that he fucked up.

His chest was heavy with anxiety. It's not like Rowan hadn’t messed up before in his job, but losing their most precious asset this weekend was definitely his worst mistake yet. Plus, the repercussions Lyria would face because of him didn’t sit right in his stomach, guilt chewing at his insides. As he made his way back to the lobby entrance, his phone buzzed in the pocket of his pants.

Lorcan> Found the bastard at a party on the floor above us. Meet here, need help moving him. Room 690.

A wave of relief replaced the previous feelings of anxiety. Thank the gods for Lorcan’s man hunting skills and whoever he intimated to find the room the party was being held at. Rowan was big compared to the average sized man, and Lorcan was huge compared to him. Pair that with the oaf’s sour demeanor, and Rowan would cower in front of him if he wasn’t one of his closest friends.

With a quick text to Lyria, Rowan walked towards the elevators, punching the button for the 6 floor once inside. As he entered the floor, Rowan didn’t even need to use the signs for directions, going by the loud bass to find the room’s location. The door was wide open with young business interns filing in and out with red solo cups. Rowan walked through the door as he was bumped by a pair of drunk girls, giggling incessantly. Scanning the room he found the rest of the crew surrounding Dorian as he slumped on the floor in the corner of the room. Despite Lorcan being the first one to find their charge, he was distracted by a petite brunette on the opposite side of the room. Typical.

Fenrys saw him first, waving him over to their spot above Dorian. Connall and Vaughn noticed him then, all 3 of them staring with pointed looks. Great, everyone was pissed at him including himself. So, Rowan decided to introduce himself with a sincere apology because the next 24 hours were going to be very difficult for them all.

“Hey, I really need to apologize. I messed up and I admit that it was my fault that he got away. I need help though, he is too slippery for only one person to watch.” With a glance down to the new author, the men hummed in agreement. Although the crew was still displeased with him, the looks grew more relaxed and the tension lessened between the men. Lorcan, done with his flirting, joined the clump in the corner.

“Are we done with the discussions now? Because we need to move him now, before Maeve finds out.” The men nodded among one another, shifting to grab a limb and haul Dorian off the floor. Finding a sense of balance between the 5 of them, they waddled out into the hallway and to the elevators. As the elevator opened they were greeted by Lyria, wide-eyed at the scene in front of her. Holding the doors open, she shuffled to the side to allow the crew inside. Crushed in the elevator, they moved to the 5th floor and quietly shuffled past Maeve’s door. It was extremely convenient and inconvenient that they were all on the same floor. Despite a few grunts and swears at the weight of their unconscious man, The Cadre were able to get Dorian into his room safe and sound.

Lorcan had been able to gather from his female companion the details of how Dorian got to the party and what he drank. In the span of 30 minutes, Dorian had met a pair of interns who led him to the party and took 6 shots of tequila, shot gunned two beers, and drank a mysterious blue concoction. Dorian had a smaller stature compared to Rowan, and even Rowan would be seriously impacted by that combination of alcoholic drinks. They threw the man on the bed and shut the door, deciding to stay in his room for the rest of the day to ensure that he didn’t leave and get lost.

“Who is going to stay the night to make sure he doesn’t leave? I would suggest Rowan since this is his fault, but I don’t know if I trust the guy now.” Fenrys addressed the group while making eye contact with him, the only way to see the glint of mischief in his eyes that let him know not to take it seriously.

“Don’t be cruel. Vaughn and I will stay the night and make sure Dorian doesn’t get away. First thing in the morning though, all of better be here to help us dress him and sober him up.” Connall glanced at Vaughn for his approval, and with that the matter was settled. The couple had a calming presence about them, and no better two people were fit for the job in Rowan’s opinion.

The Cadre and Lyria opted for a quiet night in, already exhausted from the evening's events. The group ordered room service for dinner, dining on the graciousness of Dorian Havilliard and his new tab. Other than a stumbled trip to the bathroom to vomit and back, he hadn’t stirred much. The group had just sat down at the table to start a not-so-friendly game of cards when Rowan’s phone buzzed with a notification.

Glancing at his phone quickly, Rowan saw that the notification was from his instagram. Odd, considering the last time he posted was months ago. Lyria had decided that her new dream was to go to a sunflower maze to pick the gigantic flowers found there. They took a weekend and traveled the hour and a half to a popular sunflower farm in the area, blaring Billy Joel in the car with the windows rolled down. The memory was a fond one for Rowan, being one of the first times he was content with life since Aelin had broken his heart. They had taken goofy pictures of one another while at the field, and he had posted one of the pictures at Lyria’s behest.

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The username gave him no clarification either. Rowan had no idea who the account was linked to, and had never even seen their presence on his previous posts. Clicking on Instagram, he opened the link to the anonymous account. The pictures were innocent enough, filled with flattering photos of a mammoth sized white dog. As he scrolled through the feed, Rowan noticed something familiar. In one of the pictures, the owner of the dog had her hand out for Fleetfoot to grab a squishy toy from. Glinting in the sunlight of the image was a beautiful gold bracelet, accented with emerald jewels. The exact same bracelet he had given Aelin on her 21st birthday all those years ago. The fact that she still wore it astonished him, as well as the fact that this account was of her dog and she was stalking his page.

Somewhere in this hotel, Aelin was thinking about him and stalking his page. Rowan didn’t know how to feel, but hopeful was definitely not the right answer. But as his companions continued to set up the game around him, all Rowan could do was stare at the same image as that spark of unwanted hope continued to light within him.

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[yoonia]

[Teaser] Blurred Lines

➬ Title | Blurred Lines

➬ Pairings | Kim Seokjin x reader

➬ Genre | Smut, Sexual Tension!au, Teacher!Jin, Teacher!reader, Tattooed Biker!Jin

➬ Summary | A new place to live, a new job, a new beginning. Six months have passed and everything has been going well for you in starting over. The warm welcome from your students and peers have quickly made you feel at home, yet you still long to have one calm day where you wouldn’t have to walk into the school with a heavy weight on your shoulders and the air thick with tension. Blame it on him—the strict English teacher who keeps giving you cold shoulders no matter how many times you try to play nice. One night out with your girls and a drunken dare ultimately lead you to uncover what he’s been trying to hide. People do say that the quiet ones always keep the biggest secret.

↳ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature

↳ Warning | Slow burn, mutual pinning, mention of alcohol consumption, hard dom!Jin, bondage, big cock!seokjin, dirty talk, mild degradation, cum play, creampie, tattoos and dick piercing, idk I might add more as I write this

↳ Estimated word count | 10k-15k words

↳ Estimated posting date | Dec 2nd, 2020 Dec 4th/5th, 2020

↳ Excerpt

“I’m not so sure about this,” you complain as your two friends barge in through the front entrance of the bar. Though you know that you are losing the fight when they keep pulling you along with them and you have no other choice but to give in when the drinks you had taken so far slowly begin to sink in their claws in you.

Holli wraps her arm around yours so she can drag you with her. “Oh, come on. Our goal tonight is to try on as many bars as we could get and none that we’ve been into looks like this one.”  

Of course, they haven’t, since none of the bars you went to had looked anything like a bikers’s bar. And even under the state of tipsiness, you can still recognise this place as the one that you would usually avoid whenever you walk past down this road.

Both of your girls seem like an expert as they wave through the crowd, heading straight to the seating area to find yourselves an available booth.

The bar is nearly packed wherever you look. Only a few empty seats seem to be available, even with many of the patrons standing up, either crowding the pool table, lining up at the bar counter, or gathering in groups on the dance floor. Except that nobody appears to be dancing.

God knows how Holli can manage to snatch a seat at all through all of this, but she does it with ease. Taking one last look around as you take your seat, you are glad to have gotten a few drinks in from the previous bars. You would have never been brave enough to step foot into this place if you had been sober when you came in. Wherever you look, you see big, burly men drinking beer and laughing. Their muscles stretching out from beneath their tops—some wearing tight black T-shirts, some wearing white sleeveless muscle tops, either one had made their bulging muscles look like they are about to burst out of them—their ink work peeking out from either their sleeves or their necklines, and they are all wearing matching leather vests with silver studs on the shoulders, with a logo resembling a girl sitting spread-legged on top of a motorcycle and the name “Howlers” embedded at the back of said vests. You can even see that some of the men are sporting matching tattoos on their skin, though not all of them have them on the same spots—some on their necks, their upper arms, or at the back of their hand that is holding a glass of beer.

There are a few girls hanging out with them, some are simply sitting or standing close, while others are practically clinging on their men’s muscled arm. They are all wearing matching leather vests as well, suggesting that they are either members of their motorcycle club or they are here as their lovers, though the vests look much smaller in size and are a bit tight around the chest.

Waitresses with crop tops and tight plaid miniskirts walk around the room with trays that are never empty. They are always filled with glasses of beer that are filled to the brim, almost spilling as they weave their way through the crowd. The girls would occasionally stop on the tables they are tending to in between trips, chatting along with the patrons as if they are all old friends. And even through your drunken haze, you are pleased to find that none of the men are acting like sleazy bastards that might be disrespectful around these working ladies.

Damn, even those strong drinks Holli gave you still couldn’t get you out of your proverbial teachers’ shoes, it seems?

You look up just as one of the waitresses comes to your table, all warm smile and polite greetings. The lack of judgement in her eyes as she looks between the three of you sort of eases you down a little, and the apprehension you have been feeling upon entering the foreign place slowly fades away.

“Welcome to Anchor Roadhouse, what can I get for you ladies?”

Jennie leans forward over the table to make the order. “Cold beer for three, please. Oh, and with double shots of tequila on the side for each?”

The waitress nods. “You got it. Be right back.”

“We’re going a bit over the top, aren’t we?” you ask the girls as the waitress turns to make her way towards the bar to retrieve your orders, and Jennie only shrugs.

“This place looks like way more fun than the ones we’ve been before,” she says, looking around as she admires the sight she is seeing at all corners. You would have never thought that your best friend would have a liking to tattooed, burly men, but you are finding out all the new things about your friends tonight.

“It sure is. So might as well have fun,” Holli agrees with her, before turning to glance at your way. “But most importantly, we still have someone between us who has yet to do the dare.”

Ah, yes. The dare. You refrain from rolling your eyes as you are reminded of it. You have hoped that choosing to be the last one to do it would be able to safe your ass from actually doing it, thinking that your girls would have been too drunk to notice that you are skipping it by then.

You look around again, perusing the field and making plans, when you suddenly feel the heat of someone’s piercing gaze burning on your back, only to see that nobody is actually paying attention to any of you. But the quick scan around the room has you feeling quite intimidated all the same. Just how on earth are you supposed to get one of these burly bikers to buy you a drink?

You look at all the girls around you and consciously begin to compare yourself to them. Unlike these girls who are confident enough to flaunt their skin while wearing leathers and tight tops, you feel like everyone could look your way and figure out instantly that you are no more than a mousy high school teacher. Not even the mini black dress that you are wearing—no matter how tight and revealing it is—and the killer heels could hide it from the world.

The waitress returns just as you are about to give a closer look at the bar, to find your way in on finding a lone biker to talk to, and you are surprised to see her carrying not just three glasses of beer as requested, but a whole pitcher of it.

Everyone at the table looks at one another in confusion, yet the waitress simply sets down the pitcher and the clean glasses around the table, along with the tequila shots, and sets them all up as if there is nothing wrong with the order.

“Um—I’m sorry—” you try to cut in, “We didn’t order the whole pitcher.”

The waitress keeps her smile on her face when she raises her eyebrows. “Oh, don’t worry, Doll. It’s in the house. The owner wants to welcome you girls properly.”

You look at your friends again before asking, “The owner?”

The waitress cocks her hips once she is done setting up the drinks and tilts her head towards the bar. “Yeah, see the sweetheart standing right behind the counter over there? He’s watching over you girls to make sure you’re having a good time.”

You turn back to look at the bar as the waitress walks over to the next table right after Holli thanks her almost too excitedly. As if the night hasn’t gone any weirder yet, the crowd slowly parts way to give you the full good look at the bar counter.

And that is when you see him.

Standing behind the counter the way the waitress had described him is a familiar face. The same face that has your spine rigid and your muscles growing tense whenever you step foot into the school in the morning, knowing that your schedules will allow you to cross path with each other. He is now looking at you almost the same way he does it at school, the same way his gaze is locked on every move you make to have you feeling terribly self-conscious in everything you do when you are around him. Like every single move may end up as a mistake.

And now he is there, looking at you closely, though you are surprised to find him doing so without any judgemental look in his eyes when he finds you. He had discarded the ivory-rimmed glasses he normally wears, and instead of wearing his usual long sleeves dress shirt, he is wearing a black tight sleeveless top that puts his perfectly toned arms and shoulders on display, showing off the ink work that marks the length of his arms and all the way up to his neck, presenting you all the drawings and scribbles of words that you have never seen on him before. His fancy velvet coat has been replaced with a leather biker vest which looks exactly the same as to what everyone here is wearing.

You can barely get over the shock of not seeing the usual scowl that he normally wears at school, when his smile slowly grows upon noticing that you are looking straight at him, making your jaw drops even further.

This must be a dream, you wonder to yourself.

Because there is no way you are seeing Kim Seokjin—the strict English teacher that everyone is afraid of—standing behind that bar as if this is his own home.

But there is no mistaking the smouldering gaze he is giving you now, the same one that has been quite intimidating that you always avoid seeing him in the break room at school. Except that his gaze no longer causes fear inside you when you return the look in his eyes.

And he just bought you a whole pitcher of cold beer.

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