#the corset i bought is also a nice touch!

[laurzzz]

I Drew One of My Fits on Moon

Imagine if I turn this into an AU where I just draw the DCA in all of the fits I usually wear to uni. I'll call it like. My Fits AU...... /half srs

I just had to put this response from discord AHASJAHSA I am simply the guy they tell you not to worry about /silly

[targaryenrealnessdarling]

Playing With Fire

24/12: A Fancy Party & Praising - modern!Aemond Targaryen Word Count: 2.1k~ | Warnings: raunchy texts, pussy slapping, public sex, p in v sex, praise, dirty talk A/N: missed these two??? It's our Perfect Score duo!

12 Days of Smuff Masterlist

She hates these events. Hates the pomp and ego. Her situation has changed but the figure skating business certainly hadn't.

Since returning to Singles, Rhaenys had encouraged her to get involved in it all again, as much as she knew she loathed it. Connections were everything after all. And she supposed it was an excuse to have a glass of bubbly.

Rhaenys was in her usual flawless getup. A floor length pale blue, with the corset littered with sparkles. Except this time, instead of dragging her around by her forearm, she'd bought her doting husband, Corlys, and was dragging him around instead.

She gravitated instantly to Baela and Rhaena, dressed in matching blues. Baela wore a skin tight dress without sleeves and it was such a dark blue that in some light, it could've been black. Whereas Rhaena matched her blue to Rhaenys, bar all the sparkle, since she insisted it was 'tacky'.

She'd rolled her eyes at that.

Some things never change.

"Hello, you", she turned to find a familiar face, voice and mop of curly brown hair.

"Jace!"

He gave her a tight-lipped smile and a friendly hug somehow without really touching her, "nice to see you out on the ice again."

"Oh, you know me, can't keep away", she smirked, throwing a lock of waved hair over her shoulder.

Yet another familiar face poked from the shadows, "miss me?"

Both Jace and her smiled brightly, "Cregan, nice to see you!"

"You too," he smiled, "fucking hate these things."

She gave a dry laugh, "yeah, me too. Just an excuse to have some fancy food really."

Cregan laughed, "at least you're honest."

As the glasses of bubbly began to work their magic, her head swirling pleasantly, she watched Jace and Cregan laugh with each other, and then Baela and Rhaena alike.

There was a full ache in her chest, tapping her fingernails against the glass flute, wishing that a certain person was also here to accompany her.

She had respected Aemond's decision to not attend events such as this.

He would support her at matches, cheering from the sidelines, even watching when she practised, sometimes joining her, but he couldn't for the life of him force himself to go to an event where he might catch a glimpse of Alys Rivers.

He'd get no judgement from her for that.

Besides, if Alys Rivers ever dared to show her face in the same building as her, she'd face her wrath.

She finds herself, absentmindedly sipping the tart prosecco, her third she notes, listening to Corlys Velaryon harp on about how amazing Rhaenys was in her day. How sensually she moved, how she used to wink at him from the sidelines and-

“Okayyy…I think I've heard just about enough.” She says awkwardly. Without that he might have gone on forever.

“Apologies. I can't say enough things to describe her.”

She nods, “I'm lucky to have her as a manager, certainly. Excuse me.”

She blinked a few times as she slid away, through the brilliantly dressed people, downing the rest of her bubbly as she pushed the glass doors towards the back of the hall to get some fresh air.

She fanned herself with her hand, feeling all hot from the humid air vaped off everyone’s bodies inside. Her phone illuminates her face as she pulls it from her clutch, a smile rising to her lips to find Aemond’s name as the most recent contact to have sent her a message.

She laughed quietly, her thumbs moving quickly to reply, heart all aflutter.

There’s a long quiet. Those three lines to say he’s replying come on, then off, then on again.

Um.

What. 

Okay. What the fuck.

Her eyes were like saucers, the cold blue light bouncing off them as she stared at his response.

Gods, what the fuck was Aemond on??

She found herself looking around briefly.

Aemond hadn't known what she'd worn. How could he have?

She was stunned for a moment, her thumbs unmoving as her eyebrows furrowed at her screen in confusion.

It was a good job she was outside, the squeal she let out bounced off the walls when she felt two hands sliding around her waist.

If she were a different person, she'd have used her clutch as a weapon, it was certainly heavy enough.

But in the end she's glad she didn't as she whips around to be greeted with the familiar smirk, platinum tied-back hair and mismatched eyes of Aemond.

Her phone nearly falls from her hands in shock, "Aemond, what the fuck?!"

He chuckles breathily, "Nice to see you too, princess."

"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked, gaining her breath back slightly, her chest feeling hot but at the same time, a smile rising to her lips at his presence. Stupidly, seeing him is just what she needed.

"Thought I'd come and see my girl, only to find that yet again that cunt Northerner is trying to get into her pants."

She swallowed at the way he'd said it, all low and halfway between flirty and angry. And ashamed as she is to say it, a warmth drifts between her thighs, her insides clenching around nothing, remembering perhaps the borderline dirty words he'd typed over text.

"I was...just being nice-"

"Oh were you now?" he drones, leaning forward impossibly close, a platinum strand falling from behind his ear to frame his sharp features. His hand on the wall on one side of her head feels close, half caging her in and the anticipation of his proximity is suffocating.

His gaze drops to her outfit, akin to the one she wore when her and Aemond had to attend their first shmoozing event back when they worked in Pairs.

"You do look gorgeous," he starts, humming appreciatively, "I remember you wearing something like this back when we hated each other."

"We didn't hate each other." She rolls her eyes, not able to help the smile that quirks at her lips.

But Aemond cocks his head, narrowing his gaze, "Uh huh, sure. Well you hated me then," he grins, "in any case, princess, I'm not sure I can wait for us to ditch this place."

Her lips part, unsure what he means until he has her pressed to the wall, his tall, broad form easily framing her in to trap her, rather enjoying the lost, dumb look on her face as his fingers trickle down to the hem of her dress.

"Aemond!" She whisper shouts, looking around as her face burns at the thought of being so brazen out in public like this. If anyone came through those horrendous glass doors... the thought has her core throb with danger and her skin alight with nerves.

"What? I promised, didn't I?" He muses, his lips descending to place open-mouthed kisses on her neck, below her ear, "I said I'd fuck you stupid."

Yes, but I didn't think you meant here, is all she's able to think.

But her mouth fails to move as he rucks up her dress to her middle, surprised in himself to find there was nothing beneath.

"Trying to impress someone?"

"Can't wear underwear with this dre-ah!"

She has to cover her mouth when Aemond slaps her harshly right onto her hot core, throbbing with want for him by now she's sure. The action, so lewd and exciting, has her clenching around nothing.

"Yeah yeah, don't want your pathetic fucking excuses, princess," he utters darkly, his tongue running over the bit of skin he'd just bitten lightly, and she mewls, turning into a choked moan the second he eases two fingers into her.

She's not as wet as she would be with some preparation, but right now that's half the thrill. She's still excited enough from his words over text alone that there's no pain but only the stretch of his fingers as he crooks forwards, brushing that spot inside her that has her toes curling in her heels.

She grabs his wrist, "fuck-Aemond-"

"There it is. Such a dirty fucking girl for me, aren't you."

She nods feebly, not even really listening, too focussed on tightening her grip on him as he pistons two fingers into her, the tightness in her belly beginning to crest as Aemond brushes her sweet spot with every push inside.

"Fuck-I can feel you tightening around me you little slut."

He punctuates it with yet another wetter slap as he pulls his digits from her, making her let out a muffled squeal.

She barely has time to crack her eyes open before Aemond is pressed up against her, his hands grasping her thighs to pull her up the wall against him. He only really needs one hand to do it, his chest anchoring hers to him as his other fumbles with his belt.

"Tell you what, if you can be quiet for me, I'll let you cum." He breathes against her lips, his jaw all tense like this is all he's been able to think about since he saw her.

"Aemond, wai-"

He doesn't.

Both of them have to stifle a sort of relieved moan as he slides into her, the stretch of him never failing to steal the air from her lungs. Her arms tighten around his back, all ideas of being caught or the fact that there are several dozen people inside the building next to them right at this moment, is completely distant.

The first genuine thrust he gives makes her want to cry out, but she thinks better of it and presses her lips together, each movement of himself inside her making that task ten times harder. But the prospect of not being allowed fulfilment is the thing that keeps her from it.

"That's my girl - that's my good fucking girl - doing so well-"

She's ashamed to say how the praise shoots straight to her core, tightening around him so impossibly much that she swears Aemond fucking whines when he tries to push inside her again.

"Aw, did you like that, baby? - do you like being my good girl?"

She's not sure if she nods or if it's the force of Aemond's brutal thrusts that is making her head move, but he takes it as confirmation nonetheless.

"Fuck - I could stay buried in your pretty little pussy all fucking day -" he muses, his voice all strained the longer he continues his rapid pace, his skin that pokes out from beneath his shirt meets hers with a soft slap, her face heating up when she feels that her slick is beginning to come away on him each time.

And she knows she's done for as soon as his hand drifts down between her legs, his thumb playing with her pearl with the aid of her arousal.

And he expects me not to make a sound or cum? she thinks to herself.

She keeps herself together through sheer stubbornness if anything, the two overwhelming pleasures at once threatening to have her topple over the edge at any moment.

"My perfect girl - come on, I can't wait any longer, want you to fucking soak my cock, come on-"

He almost sounds impatient, and if the needy tone of his voice doesn't propel her into rapture, the way he presses his thumb against her clit certainly does. And she falls over the edge with a muffled whine into his neck, near sobbing with pleasure as Aemond doesn't let up, fucking into her with abandon to chase his own when he feels the way she clamps around his length.

She lets out another moan to chase the last as she feels Aemond's shuddered breath and the warmth fills her as he hits his own high. Staying like that for a brief, warm moment, before he sets her down on wobbly feet.

He grins at the exhausted look on her face as he pulls her dress down, not missing the way he's already started to leak out of her. But he can't talk, he's all flushed in the face as well, tugging his trousers back over his hips.

She adjusts her hair, all frizzy from the moisture in the cold winter air.

"Come on then." He grins wolfishly.

He walks the opposite direction she expects. And her brows furrow in confusion as Aemond heads to the glass doors, to go inside the venue.

"Where are you going?"

"Can't go without at least saying hello to everyone, now can I? Maybe I'll speak to Cregan Stark."

Her mouth hangs open in shock, "Aemond-"

Your cum is running down my thighs. She wants to say.

And he seems to understand, based on the way he smirks at the warmth that graces her cheeks in embarrassment, "Come on, princess, don't be rude now."

She bites her lip in annoyance, hooking her arm into his.

If she didn't love him, she'd kill him.

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[mayajadewrites]

Sweet Secret (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F! Reader CEO Levi Ackerman coming in hot. I've been wanting to write a CEO Levi/Sugar daddy Levi story for a hot minute. Enjoy! Summary: You needed a job. Ackerman Inc was hiring for an in house assistant for none other than the CEO: Levi Ackerman. He's known to be essentially the worst to work with, you decide to take the job and take on the challenge that is Levi Ackerman. Will your relationship remain professional, or will their be monetary value added to the stakes? Or possibly even... love? ao3 Chapter Eight: Patience

WARNING: smut ahead, you've been warned!

After your post-tan shower, you start to get ready. Levi is lounging on the bed with his book, sipping a cup of tea that he ordered from room service. His hands are over the top of the cup, letting the heat hit his palm.

“I don’t know what to wear.” You sift through your luggage. “What’s the dress code for tonight?”

“You have to wear a dress.” Levi said without looking up.

“The restaurant said that?”

“I want you to wear a dress.” He finally looked at you as he look a sip.

“Well what if I didn’t bring a dress?”

“I brought one for you.” Levi placed the cup on the side table. He strides to his bag, pulling out a black box with a black satin bow.

“I can’t accept this.” You push the box away.

“You can and you will.” Levi pushed the box into your chest slightly.

You gently pull on the ribbon, not wanting to tear it. When you open the box, you spot your favorite color - sage green.

As you lift the fabric, a square neck corset dress is revealed. There’s a thigh high slit which gives away why Levi bought it for you. The man has a thing for your thick, plush thighs.

“I don’t have heels to match this.”

“Shut up.” Levi pulled out another box that contained light pink suede heels. “You talk too damn much.”

(See the dress here)

You sigh as you look down at your new garments. You can’t help but wonder if you deserve this.

Where you come from - no one gets out. It’s the same cycle over and over again. But you were determined to leave. You never touched a single drug. You drink alcohol sparingly.

You were not going to be like your parents. Specifically, your mother.

Once your hair and makeup is done, you put on your dress and heels. The dress fits your curves perfectly while also accentuating your chest. The heels are gorgeous and compliment your new tan well. You watch your long, wavy hair cascade down your back as you finish getting ready. A spritz of your favorite vanilla perfume is the cherry on top.

When you step out of the bathroom, Levi is putting on a watch. A very expensive looking one. It’s simple, but elegant.

Just like him.

When he looks at you, he swears there’s an angel in front of him.

He’s wearing a sage green suit with a white dress shirt underneath. Two buttons are undone, revealing his clavicle.

You just told him your favorite color… how did have these already? Coincidence?

“You clean up nice.” You past Levi to grab your purse.

“I guess I’ll return the compliment.” He brushed a piece of lint off his sleeve.

“I told you today my favorite color was THIS specific shade of green.” You pinch the fabric at his wrists.

“You did.”

“So… you just also like this color?”

“No. I already knew your favorite color.”

“And you just… played dumb?”

“I absolutely did.” Levi peers through his front fringe to look at you. “I can’t let you in on all of my secrets now can I?”

_________________

After the delicious dinner, you can’t help but feel tension between you and Levi.

Sexual tension.

Tonight you wanted to act on it.

“Levi can you grab the champagne please? And two glasses?”

Levi, without a word or sarcastic remark, grabbed the bottle along with two glasses. You make your way to the balcony where there are two lounge chairs and a beautiful view of the water.

It’s so… private. Peaceful.

Levi poured your glass and sat next to you.

“Cheers to… this conference.” You smile, holding up your glass. Levi nods, clinking his glass gently with yours. You both take a sip while staring at each other.

As you set your glass down, you hold your gaze on Levi. His eyes wander to your chest, then your thighs, down to your legs.

“Do you like what you see, Levi?” Your voice is lower - almost at a whisper.

“I like when you’re obedient and where what I ask.” Levi’s half lidded eyes met yours.

“What else do you want me to do?” You press your elbow to your knee and rest your chin on your palm. Levi now has a full view of your chest.

“I want you sit there and let me taste you.”

You’re almost surprised by the words that are coming out of his mouth. “Let’s go inside th-“ You try to stand up.

“I said, sit there and let me taste you.” Levi stands up and moves closer to you. He puts his hands on either side of you on the armrests, letting his body hover over yours. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes.” You gulp. You push yourself forward to press your lips to his, but he pulls away.

“Patience.” He whispers as his hand meets your cheek. “Do I have to teach you a lesson already?”

“No.” You shake your head, your breath shaky.

In silence, Levi presses his lips to your cheek, trailing kisses to your ear down to your neck. You feel him bite gently while simultaneously sucking on the spot.

“No marks.” You push his chest slightly.

“You said not where people can see.” He growled.

“People see my neck every day, Levi.” You throw your head back as pleasure fills your veins.

Levi pulls himself off of your neck, planting kisses down to the top of your breasts. “These are so beautiful.” His large hand caresses your skin. He begins to knead one tit in one hand, while pulling down the top of your dress with the other.

You feel your core heat up, undoubtably soaking. Levi takes the nipple in his mouth, sucking on the nub gently. While he sucks, his other hand massages your other tit. Soft moans leave your mouth as he makes home in your breasts.

“Levi, please.” You whine as you dig your fingers in his hair. You drag the pads of your fingers along his uppercut, pulling him into you.

“Please what? Use your words.” He grumbled against your skin. He began to bite down on your plump tit, leaving purple marks. He then moved on to the other breast, careful not to give one more attention than the other.

“Kiss me.” You sigh, the skin between your thighs getting coated with your arousal.

“Please.” Levi looks up at you through his blue-grey eyes.

“Please kiss me Levi. Please, please, please.” You whine again, almost unable to control yourself.

“What a spoiled brat I’ve created.” Levi brings his lips to yours, placing soft kisses along your mouth. He pays special attention to your bottom lip, begging for his tongue to enter.

“Mm.” You moan against him as you wrap your arms around his neck. Levi tastes like fresh mint as his tongue dances with yours.

“I’ve been thinking about your thighs all day.” Levi groaned against you as he places his hand on your right thigh. “How they feel around my body, pressed against my ears -“ He pulls himself off of you to kneel on the ground in front of you.

Your breath hitches as he lowers himself so your legs drape over him.

“Let me take off my shoes,” You reach for the strap of your heels.

“No. Those stay on.” Levi pushed your hand away.

You lean back as Levi positions himself in front of you. His hands run a trail up to your dress, pushing it so it pools around your waist, revealing your lace thong.

“This is pretty.” Levi’s fingers pad over the fabric. “Too bad they’ll be getting torn.” Levi grasps the string and pulls it quickly, snapping the undergarment.

“Levi!”

“I’ll buy you more.” He threw the underwear on the ground.

You look forward, watching the waves crash onto the shore. The air smells like coconuts and freshly cut grass.

Levi presses his palms to each of your thighs, bringing his mouth closer to your pussy. He kisses the plush flesh of your inner thighs as he gets closer to your core. You instantly press your thighs against his head at the touch.

“Such a pretty pussy.” Levi whispers. “I bet it tastes as good as it looks.”

Levi presses soft kisses to your slit, letting his tongue slide past your folds. Your eyes roll back and you moan, gripping onto his raven locks.

“So wet already.” He hummed as he inserted two fingers inside of you, his tongue finding your clit and focusing on it. While is tongue twirled around your sensitive nub, you feel your insides pulsate. Your hands press Levi into you more until he stops all movement.

You open your eyes and look down at him, but he’s already staring at you.

“You can’t cum until I say so.” The vibration of his voice against your pussy making your toes curl.

“But Levi-“ You whine. “I want to cum.”

“Patience.” Levi reiterated when he said before. “You will not cum until I say so.”

You nod, even though the last thing you want to do is listen to him. His fingers start to move again as he sucks on your clit gently, letting his tongue dance around the nub.

“Levi,” You moan loudly. Fuck it if your neighbors can hear you.

“Say my name again.” Levi hummed, his fingers pumping in and out of you at a fast pace.

“Levi, please.” A mixture of moans and almost inaudible noises escape your mouth.

“Tell me you want to cum.”

“I want to come, Levi. Please.” You beg.

“Go.” Levi buried his lips in your pussy, his hand gripping your thigh while the other pumped fingers into you.

You feel your pussy clench around him as you chase that high. A wave of ecstasy fills your body as the world went dark. You don’t know if your eyes are open or closed at this point.

Levi devoured you through your high, letting your juices cover his face. “What a good girl. Can you come again for me?” Levi continued to suck on your clit, adding a third finger inside of you. He pumps them quickly as he moves one hand to your breast, massaging it gently.

“Fuck, Levi.” You moan, your toes curling as you press your thighs into the sides of his face. Another wave comes, catching you by surprise. You’ve never came twice before within the same session.

Levi smiles against your heat before pulling away. “You taste so good, I had to have seconds.”

Your breath is erratic as your legs shake. Levi places soft kisses on your thighs as he makes his way up to your mouth.  Your lips are pouty and swollen from his kisses earlier, which makes him smile. He’s left you… a mess. Bruised and eaten.

“Taste yourself.” Levi presses a gentle kiss to your lips. You moan at the contact, involuntarily. “You made such a mess on these chairs.”

“Levi, I want to feel you.” You pull him down to you.

“Not yet.” He whispers, kissing your cheek.

“When?”

“Patience, brat.”

[silly-sirenz]

Hi! I’d love to get a matchup for Hazbin Hotel! 💓💖💕

my pronouns are she/her and I’m asexual biromantic (so any gender is fine). I’m an ESFJ and a Gemini. I have green eyes and dyed cherry red hair. I dress with vintage/fairy grunge clothes. Long skirts and corsets are my fav type of outfit. I wear lots of rings and crystal/pearl necklaces and love to exchange them with others.

I’m the mom friend of the group, always there for everyone and my friends say that I’m really good at comforting people. I’m also calm and responsible, I usually am the one that takes care of other people. I’m very optimistic, I always try to see the good in everything and I often put other’s needs before my own. I love making others laugh to lighten the situation. I’m not afraid to stand up for myself or for someone else but sometimes it’s hard for me to say no to things. I also dislike when someone is too serious and really can’t take a joke as I tend to use humor as my coping mechanism. I’m also very ambitious, I always try to achieve my goals.

My love languages are, receiving, physical touch and words of affirmation and giving, quality time and words of affirmation.

I absolutely love listening to music, it helps me relax and I really like reading. I especially love fantasy and I recently got into greek mythology. I also love watching horror movies even though it’s impossible to scare me. I also play Dungeons and Dragons with my friends anytime I can. also, I absolutely love musicals and I’m definitely a theatre kid.

Have a great day <3

I'd be happy to match you up 🖤

Your matchup is....

💟VELVETTE💟

● Velvette comes across one of your posts on PentaGram. It's an ootd with a few new items you've bought. It's not something she'd personally wear, but she thinks it looks really good on you.

● She decides to follow your account. Maybe you could inspire some new looks for her next fashion show.

●When you see the notification on your phone you almost faint.

●Not you being mutuals with an Overlord-

●I mean, you're flattered but how do you make the first move now? Suddenly you get an idea...

●In your next post, you wear some jewellery from her brand. It gets her attention and she comments,

nice necklace you've got there 🤫💟

●From there, you begin an online friendship and DM most days. Conversation at first is mainly centred about clothes. However, pretty soon, you begin talking about your personal lives.

●She uses lots of emojis. Her signature one is "💟".

●Also, pet names. Her go-to is "hun".

●You are both the "mom friends" of your respective friends groups, so Velvette feels pretty relaxed when ranting about the other Vees to you. And there's something about the way she talks, the cadence maybe, or perhaps the bluntness that makes her stories funny to you.

ugh he calls himself an overlord. "trust us with your entertainment". yeah right... i wouldn't trust him to cause a piss up in a brewery!

love him to bits tho ofc 💟

●Because you have a similar sense of humour, you find it easy to be yourself around Velvette. Aren't people meant to feel scared around overlords?

●You weren't expecting her to be so friendly, never mind asking to meet up in person!

●The first time you meet, she invites you to a concert for one of your favourite artists at the Vee tower and you are a little terrified.

●However, once you arrive, she comes over and gives you the biggest hug and all those nerves disappear.

●You hang out pretty regularly. Usually in the Vee tower due to her high profile. You often talk about your interests whilst watching movies.

●She doesn't quite get the appeal of Dungeons and Dragons, however she takes an odd amount of interest in your rants about mythology. You're not sure why, it didn't seem like her thing...

●The date of her next fashion show rolls along. She has kept the details very secret, however she has given you a front row seat.

●The designs are stunning, with some familiar features. Draped fabric, pearls, metallic plates, gold accents, winged shoes... it's all inspired by the mythology you told her about!

● At the end, she invites you onstage and thanks you for inspiring her day after day. Afterwards, she kisses you on the cheek.

"Honestly hun, you are amazing. Can you blame me for showing you off? Now... how about you explain this Dragon whats-it game again? I want to understand it more this time."

[gutsfics]

thia's art has reignited my love for raf so these are all for baxter and raf; imma go ahead and pull a bunch of these out but ofc ignore anything you dont wanna answer🖤:

fantasy

lingerie

music

names

sounds

eee real their style is so pretty and i always love seeing Rafael love of my life Rafael <3 ty for sending these!!!!!

fantasy — do they have any sexual fantasies they'd like to try out? have they ever gotten to act on a sexual fantasy?

im not sure if this counts as a fantasy or a kink, but Baxter has always lowkey wanted to give a partner a physical exam as foreplay, although its less of a "sexual" fantasy and more of a form of intimacy for them. they like knowing that their partner is healthy, and if they're already going to be naked and touching each other, why not check your partner's tits and balls for lumps? Rafael is the only partner of theirs theyve done it with, and they do it at least twice a month

lingerie — do they own lingerie? if so, how often do they wear it? what kind of lingerie do they like to wear the most? do they like when their partners wear lingerie for them?

Baxter's lab coat is the lingerie

Rafael is the kind of person to prefer seeing his partner in pajamas bc its sexier knowing theyre comfy & also he's more likely to wear it. he thinks its fun when Baxter gets all flustered bc he's wearing a sexy little strappy harness type bra or a corset, especially when they come home from a long shift and he's been waiting for them

Baxter has worn lingerie for previous partners, but its always stuff thats been given to them by said partner that they wouldnt have even bought for themself. the "lingerie" they wear for Raf is a nice flowy dressing gown and the novelty boxer briefs they bought that were 25$ per pair and have butterflies printed on them. and a good sturdy bra.

music — do they like to play music while having sex? what kind of music? is the music for vibes, aesthetic, or simply to drown out the sounds they and their partner(s) make (or even a mix of all three)?

they've got a playlist of classical music they fuck to. not necessarily to drown out the skin-on-skin noises, but to keep those noises from getting to overwhelming to Baxter

names — do they like being called names in the bedroom? if so, what kind of names? are they pet names or are they names to appeal to a praise/humiliation kink? do they like calling their partner(s) names in the bedroom? do they have a daddy/mommy kink?

mostly they just use each other's names, although Rafael will sometimes call Baxter either "my love" or "meu amor"

sounds — what sounds do they make during sex? do they laugh a lot during sex? are they chatty during sex?

Baxter is quiet and makes sort of soft whimpery noises and Rafael moans somewhat loudly i think. and they do talk to each other a decent amount to let each other know what is and isnt working and how theyre feeling in this moment

[monstersandmaw]

I'm going to a Renaissance faire in about a week and my costume for it is almost done!!

I'm making my own corset - brown fabric that has darker hatching that kind of makes it look like leather if you squint for the sides and back, and a really pretty sunflower patterned fabric for the front panels.

I need to find a brown skirt and/or pants still, but I have some worn leather boots that are absolutely perfect for a medieval type look!

I also have this nice kinda dressy white blouse that I got for a Halloween costume for under the corset, and a belt that sort of matches my boots.

I found a little black fake velvet coin purse with two little snakey bois for the clasp, and this old purse that very much gives me hobbit vibes.

To tie it all together, I have some jewelry from yard sales, AND a dagger necklace that I got from your Etsy!

All that's left is to finish the corset, get the skirt/pants, and make some final touches to make sure everything fits together well. I'm super excited to go bc this is only the second ren faire I've been to, and I sort of took some inspiration for my look from your blog (and also I bought the necklace specifically to wear with my costume)

This fills me with joy! I hope you have a wonderful time, and it sounds like your costume is going to be amazing!! Have loads of fun, and thanks for including something of mine in your costume too!! I'm honoured!

[shackermanwrites]

PAPER RINGS

Summary:  In year 1908, you and your friends attempts to have the remaining best days of your lives before entering college. Yet you only have a few months to persuade your parents to send you to boarding school instead of finishing college and marry a man. Will you succeed when Kuchel's son Levi Ackerman suddenly entered your life? Will you let a lower class like him love an upper class like you or will you continue to pursue your dream to enter college and be with your friends?

Pairing:Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Warnings & Content: Slow Burn, Alternate Universe,  based on Anne with an E, fluff, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, first love, arrange marriage, coming of age.

Chapter 1 -> Chapter 2

Year 1908

“I’ll see you tomorrow, we shall make our remaining last days and summer here in Avonlea memorable!”

“No need to cry Sasha, we’re attending the same boarding school remember? Along with Annie, Historia, and Ymir.”

You opened your arms to give a big warm and reassuring hug to your blossomed friend Sasha as the both of you stand along the huge trees. You and Sasha are kindred spirits as she likes to word it ever since you were just a little girls. Both of your mothers are best of friends since school that’s why you have known each other since.

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow y/n” The brown-haired girl smiled widely to you before the both of you started parting ways.

The grin on your face instantly faded as you began to walk home. You’re not even sure about college since your parents which is mostly your father who is pushing you to attend finishing school after this year and start practicing how to be a proper lady that is fir to marry since they’re insisting you to find a gentleman to marry and settle.

Which of course you do not wish nor approve to do so. Finishing school means you are going to be isolated from your friends and not to mention that it will not actually give you a well-rounded education. You wanted to be a teacher since it is your passion since you were a little kid to teach and educate a lot of people but with the disapproval of you parents, you find it hard to believe that it will be possible.

Sure, you wanted to be to be wife someday but not with someone you just met and most specifically not because you have to. Not a lot of forced marriage ends up beautifully. You are a hopeless romantical waiting for your someone to capture your heart at the right time and moment.

Since you have no other choice but to obey them for now and persuade them some other time and hopefully they will change their mind.

You reached your house within a matter of time thanks to your preoccupied mind along the way. You saw your helper in farm which is Mr. Ackerman mending the saddle of the horses.

“Good day Mr. Ackerman!” you greeted while waving your hand in the air.

“For the last time kid, just Kenny!” Kenny did mind a little being called Mr. since they were just helpers, in short, they are poor and you coming from a wealthy family calling him with honorifics isn’t a norm.

“Good day Kenny!” You repeat with a giggled before proceeding to head your way.

Faint sound of voices coming from inside the house was already audible in front of your house. You thought your mother was only having a tea with her friends. You quickly opened the door hoping to great Mr. and Mrs. Yaeger but you were instead greeted by Miss Ackerman sitting in the couch with your parents along with a raven-haired boy sitting beside Miss Ackerman.

“There you are dear, come take a seat. We’ll discuss some things.” You mother stated as she pours tea in each cup.

You took off your hat and hang it in the hat stand along with your coat. Obediently, you sat beside your mother facing the black-haired boy. You can now clearly see his face, he is pale and has a straight emotionless face that gives the impression that he is not interested.

“You see dear, Kuchel here needs to say her goodbye to us for now, she’s sick and can’t be use of helping in house chores and in farm so instead she’s lending her son here to help his uncle in farm.”

You worriedly look at Kuchel who was giving a faint smile to you. Kuchel was not just a helper in your house, she was like a second mother to you. She’s kind and beautiful and she always taught you things that made you see the world in another perspective.

“Are you okay Miss Kuchel?” You asked which made the boy in front of you furrowed his brows. Never in a million years he would see a wealthy person like you use honorifics to their kind let alone be concerned to them. He thinks that most people who were born with a golden spoon is spoiled and annoying, always blabbering about money and things they bought. Yet he also felt a little envious since they don’t have enough money to support their family but nonetheless he is still grateful for the things he has especially his mother.

“Yes dear that’s very kind of you but no need to worry I am okay.” Kuchel replied with a reassuring smile on her face.

You avert your gaze to his son which he was already looking at you with his cold stare. Just like his mother, he has a steel blue eyes and jet black hair. He looks just exactly like his mother.

“My son is strong, kind, compliant, and very hard working, you will have no problem with him. I am very sorry for this inconvenient Mr. and Mrs. L/N” The dark haired woman smiled weakly which you then returned with a reassuring smile when her gaze averts to yours.

“It can’t be helped then but I expect nothing will change from your service.” You father simply replied. You and your father were never really that close especially he was always busy at work managing the town being the reason why you sometimes do not approve on how he speaks.

You were about to speak when your mother cuts you off. “Well then I guess it is settled. We will take good care of your son Kuchel and besides Kenny is here. Take good care of yourself on the way Kuchel.”

You can tell that you got your trait of being compassionate from your mother, you never really had a conversation with your father without the both of you arguing so grew up being distance with him to avoid conflict.

Kuchel then proceeded to bid her goodbye before your mother shows her way out, but you're pretty sure your mother gave her some money to buy enough food and even medicine. You were left in the living area along with your father and Kuchel’s son.

“Tell your mother I will be back before supper, Mr. Yeager and I needs to discuss some things. Kindly tell your mother to show Kuchel’s son around the house and the farm.” And there was your father’s strict and bossy attitude, whenever he talks to you, he almost sound unaffectionate and uninterested.

“Yes father, send my regards to Mr. and Mrs. Yeager.” You softly replied before your fathers walks out of your sight.

You look at the boy in front of you who was already looking at you.

“Hello, my name is Y/N, what’s yours?” You reach out your hand to him to have a formal handshake yet he just looks at it with confusion painted on his face.

“Levi.” He simply replied. You then pull out your hand from the embarrassment of him not returning the handshake. The first thing you noticed about him is his French accent just like his mother’s, you found it interesting as you always wanted to learn new language.

“Nice meeting you Levi.” You flash a nice welcome smile to him yet he remains the same and only responded with a nod.

You grip on your slate and books as you stand up and fix your dress. “Well, it was nice meeting you once again Levi, please excuse me.”

You graciously stood up and bowed your head at him, it was like you were programmed to do social etiquette all your life to the point where you are convinced that being graceful is the only thing you excel at.

You were greeted by the same beige colored wall in your room along with the fresh vanilla scent from your perfume. Your mother insisted that you start wearing perfumes and start taking care if your body since you are now a lady and perhaps next year you will start wearing corsets.

Once a woman reached the age of eighteen, it is a must to wear one to maintain an upright, 'good figure' and of course, parents should decide whether they would send their daughter to college but in your case, finishing school it is.

“I still have months to persuade my parents to change their minds. Nothing could possible go wrong.”

You settled your books and slate in your study table before deciding to come down to help for supper. Even with the helpers in your house, you are expected to do basic simple chores in the house such as arranging the plates in the table before and after a meal.

You found your mother cooking in the kitchen while Levi was already arranging the plates in the table. You were about to stop him since it is your job to do it but your mother grabbed you by the wrist.

“Let him dear, just for tonight. I already told him the chores he will be doing and just for tonight, I asked him to eat with us and he insisted on helping.”

You nod in response to your mother before glancing over at Levi who seems to be unbothered. You noticed that he has this bored expression in his fac. He’s short and pale, and noticeably quiet which his presence made you feel intimidated by him.

Levi had caught you staring at him which made him a little uncomfortable, you were only observing him but to him, he thought you were judging him for the way he is, maybe he even thought that you pity him, you being disgusted to the plates because he touched it also crossed his mind.

“Do you need anything?” You felt your blood rushing through your face when you realized that you were staring at the new boy, it was embarrassing and improper for a lady to stare.  

“What?” you did not understand what he just said and why he said it. you look around and your mother was not in the kitchen anymore and the two of you were left alone.

“I said, do you need anything?” Levi placed the last plate he was holding in the table before averting his gaze to you.

“No, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to sta-” you were cut off by your father stepping into the kitchen along with your mother. You hurriedly checked the soup before taking it out on the stove.

The four of you took a seat in the dining area. You were sitting beside your mother and in front of Levi. Only the sound of clanking utensils can be heard.

“Say, Levi is it? what do you usually do in your house?” Your father and you looked at your mother and Levi as she tries to engage a conversation.

“I take care of my younger sister Ma’am, she’s 12. Sometimes, I help sell our small crops and goods in town for our extra income.”

“That’s good. How old are you anyways?”

“Eighteen ma’am, turning nineteen.”

Your mother nod at his response while you and your father remained quiet for the entire night. Normally, you were the one who was being asked about your day in school but it was nice having a break even just for a night.

Levi on the other hand was a little uncomfortable not from talking but from the food. It’s not like he did not like the food that was served, in fact he liked it very much but he just hoped that he could share the meat and the delicious soup with his mother since they rarely eat anything like that. Bread, cheese, oats and jams were the only food they can afford.

Nonetheless, it was a decent evening for him and to you too. It was peaceful and the both of you shared one thing in common, changed.

-

“Psst!”

“Y/N!”

You rose from your bed as soon as you heard whispers along with rocks hitting your window from below your room. You did not need to know who was the culprit because only one person keeps doing that for years.

Sneaking at night was improper especially for a lady at your age but you and your friends were never really liked at term ‘Proper’, you and your friends are indeed proper in the eyes of everyone, but not when all of you are alone.

Without wasting any time, you put your boots on and carefully head outside without making a noise. Sneaking outside your room was always easy but going down the stairs was the hardest part. The amount of times you were caught sneaking out when you were a child because of the squeaking sounds that the stairs makes still haunts you till this day.

Luckily, you managed to pass the old squeaky stairs, there was just a faint light coming from the living room. You were taking your time way too much that you forgot about your friends waiting outside for probably almost 10 minutes now, you hurriedly made your way to the front door before looking back just to check if any of your parent is up.

You opened the door and the cold wind immediately welcomed you as soon as you stepped outside. It was dark and only the moon was giving the night sky its light. You carefully and quietly closed the door making sure no sound can be heard from the inside.

It was already getting late so you ran as soon as you turned your back on your house not caring on the slippery additional five concrete stairs in front of your house. You just need to go to the side of your house where your room is and everything will be fine.

Everything was going on so smoothly not until a person suddenly stood up just as you were about to turn, you bumped you head hard on that persons chest. You look up to meet Levi’s confused expression.

“Levi! You scared me, what are you doing?” You whispered before looking around to see if anyone was there.

“Sitting, obviously.” He simply replied while looking at you.

You looked back at him nervously, you were scared he might tell your parents that you were sneaking at night.

“Listen I- Please don’t say anything to my parents, please, just pretend you didn’t see me.” You begged him. Levi didn’t say anything, he was thinking if he should accept your request or not which made you more anxious as time goes by.

“See what? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Levi replied.

Immediately, a smile was plaster on your face, you were relieved by his answer. You smiled at him.

“Thank you Levi, I owe you one.” You walked passed him before running to the side of your room.

Levi was left alone confused, you were still behaving like the way you did earlier. You still smiled at him even when no one’s around. Yet a part of his thought knows you needed to be kind to him only for him to not tell your parents what he just saw.

-

“There she is, Y/N we’ve been here for almost an hour.”

“Ymir I think that’s a bit overreacting now.”

You were greeted by your friends, Sasha who’s clinging over Annie, Ymir holding a bunch of scarfs and Historia who’s holding flower crowns. They walked over to your direction to meet you.

“I’m sorry, I’m here now let’s go.” All of you looked around as you all walked away from your house. You looked back at the direction where Levi was when you were already far away from your house, there was no Levi already.

‘Maybe he already went inside.’ You thought to yourself.

There was laughter and chatter while you and your friends are on the way to the near lake in your house. One every two weeks, all of you spends the night there talking about life since all of you were just a child.

“it’s still so beautiful no matter what.” Historia says in an awe when you arrived at the lake.

She’s right, it’s always so peaceful and calm here especially at night.

“It’s nice, nothing changed in this beautiful lake but we’re all changed. Look at us now.” You sadly said while looking over the lake.

Your friends understood what you said. None of you were ready for being grown up, for the reality you need to face.

“We’re all adults now, I’m scared that one day we all might forget each other, we have to marry some gentleman one way or another.” Annie stated.

“I hate them already.” Sasha replied.

There was a lump in your throat, you want them to know that you can’t go to college with them but you can’t, it just doesn’t feel right to you to say it just yet.

“I’ll just marry all of you if that’s the case.” You jokingly said to lighten up the mood.

“It would please of if you don’t include me and Historia, we’re going to marry each other.” Ymir said as she hugs Historia while the blonde girl giggles before returning her hug.

You spend the night laughing and playing around while wearing flower crowns, the happy faces of your friends reassured you that everything will be fine. After an hour, you all parted ways before it gets too late. Maybe some other time you will have the courage to tell them the truth.

You manage to went back inside your house without waking your parents up yet at this point you don’t care if they did. It will give you the reason to beg not to send you to finishing school but you know it will worsen the situation.

You were thinking for so long that your thoughts went to that Raven haired boy, he seems nice yet not much of a talkative person. Kuchel was so nice to you so you’re also certain that Levi is just like his mother. You remembered that you owe him for tonight and you know exactly what to do.

[stucky-starnes]

Gleam and Glow

Chapter 1

Pairing: Grey! Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader

Word count: 3,374

Description: The reader has been held captive by their own mother their whole life, taught to believe the world is bad and that they need to be protected from it. That their gift needs to be protected from it. They possess 70 feet of hair with healing properties and some people will do anything for a chance at peace.

General Warnings: This story contains dark elements and various dark characters!! Do not read if this makes you uncomfortable!!!, kidnapping, violence, language, angst, whump, for the purposes of the story the reader has 70ft foot long hair that glows gold- this does not change regardless of hair color or texture, inspired by the movie Tangled.

Chapter Warnings: kidnapping, manhandling, betrayal, mention of trafficking (selling/buying of a human), John Walker, very naive reader, brief sexual implications,arguments, un-gendered pet names,choking, illusion to sexual harassment, language, please read at your own discretion.

DO NOT REPOST MY WORK, REBLOGS ARE WELCOME AND APPRECIATED

A majority of your childhood was peaceful. You got to do all the normal kid things- of course you were never totally sure what a ‘normal’ kid thing was on account of the fact that you’d actually never met another kid but, it felt normal enough. Aside from the very abnormal ‘birth defect’ you were ‘gifted’ with. You stopped considering your magical abilities as a gift by the time you were seventeen, when your mother made it abundantly clear that you could never leave the tower, you could never go outside, and you could never cut your hair.

The only thing more annoying than the seventy foot long tresses was your mother. According to her, your father was a sloppy one night stand she found in a tavern. He was a love em’ and leave em’ type of guy; he gave your mother one great romantic night and then disappeared off the face of the earth. You’ve never met him. You’ve never met anybody. Your mother has always been your only companion. She was a beautiful woman, she said you take after her more than your dad. While she was gorgeous and protective, she was also passive aggressive, rash, and ostentatious. If it was possible for her to get out of being “the bad guy” she lunged, dragging you under at the first chance. When you were younger she would tell you stories about the outside, she made it seem like a gorgeous place. She described the kingdom and the many villages outside its walls. She started with all the good things until you showed interest in escaping, then, she gave you the truth. She began to spin tales of roads rich with crime, vigilante gangs, covert groups of thugs, and rebel Viking camps. From what you could piece together, the rebel Viking camps were the greatest concern.

The rebel Viking groups weren’t actually Vikings. Your mother had said they called them The Vikings because of their rugged and brutal lifestyle. The camp they occupy is more like a small village, the structures following Norse architectural style, chalk-full of criminals and runaways. Runaways. Your mother had always explained to you that when young girls ran away from their mothers they ended up in that village living a life of crime. The very thought of falling into the wrong hands has kept you from sneaking out or from begging to leave the tower. You found ways to be content, ways to keep busy.

The tower wasn’t as big as it looked from the outside, the only living space was at the very top of the tower. The top of the tower had about two floors worth of open space, minimal and organized in the lower level and very maximalist in the bedrooms and wall decor. Mother said the rest of the tower below was sturdy white brick and vine, aged by time and the weather. Most of the exterior bricks were cracked or crumbling, so all the support for the turret came from the tower’s solid core. The roof was a chipped and rusty blue color mostly concealed by untamed ivy growth, which also hid the entrance to the tower’s turret. To your home. The only way in and out of the tower was an intricate pulley system made from twisted vine and rope. Originally, mother had used your hair to get into the turret, until one day a strand snapped from the pressure, dying and losing its magic. In an effort to protect your gift, you helped your mother make the pulley.

Crafting things was just one of the many ways you spent your time in the tower. After you’d turned eighteen your mother didn’t stick around much, if at all, leaving at night to go to the palace or the tavern, sometimes coming back in the morning and sometimes being gone for a day or two. With so much time alone the only option was to learn how to entertain yourself. Reading books, cooking, painting, testing the information you soaked up from all of the books, sewing holes in clothes, polishing leather, polishing silver, dusting, drawing in the dust. It’s a really long list. If there’s more to add you add it, forever stretching the possibilities. As the sun started to go down however, it started to seep in just how repetitive and predictable your daily activities had become. While you knew leaving the tower would be a horrible and dangerous mistake, you couldn’t help but long to be outside. To feel the grass between your fingers or to stand out in the sun, somewhere other than where it leaks through the turrets window entrance. It could never happen. Knowing this was an impossibility kept an icy grip on your stomach, a lonely sort of feeling, naturally touch starved by fate. It’s been years since the last time you asked to leave. Much before you knew how dangerous it really was out there. Asking one more time couldn’t really hurt could it? You’d be twenty soon enough, just one touch wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Mother had left early in the morning, off to do some much needed grocery shopping; if she hadn’t decided to stop by the tavern she would be home very soon. Too soon to come up with a better plan. Quickly you started to prepare for her to come home, sweeping the dining area and pulling out the utensils needed to make a special stew recipe you remember she had enjoyed. If she was going to say yes she needed to be buttered up first. Once the cooking utensils were nicely organized on or beside the unlit stove, and the dust was done away with, it was time to make quick work of anything she could use against your argument. Rushing to one of your most treasured bookshelves you pulled a discarded velvet scrap from the back of one of your more worn astronomy books. The midnight blue fabric had been torn from one of your favorite dresses when you were sixteen, unwilling to part with the shredded material, it was quickly fashioned into a long braided bookmark. Since then you’ve opted for shorter than floor length gowns or comfortable riding pants and tunics. The supposedly “masculine” style annoyed mother to no end but then again she really couldn’t understand how suffocating the corsets could become, or how difficult it was to fasten them without getting hair caught beneath the strings.

Unbraiding the bookmark allowed it to become one long thick strand, setting it on the dining table, you went to gather your hair. For the most part, you tried to keep it close to yourself. Getting any part snagged or wrapped around something was more of a pain in the ass than taking the time to gather it together. Gathering so much hair was difficult, it took time and it was unbelievably heavy. Once you were finally able to get it all in one place you started the tedious task of braiding. In order to braid it up enough to keep it off the floor you split it into three sections, braiding those separately before braiding them up into a complex Dutch braid. It took nearly two hours to finish so you could finally tie up the end with the dismantled bookmark. The complexity allowed the braid to settle halfway down your calves, keeping it neat and off the ground. Now all that was left to do was light the lanterns around the room and wait. Waiting for mother to get home was nerve wracking, if possible you’d busy yourself with starting the stew but you were fresh out of the most important ingredients.

“Y/n let down the vine!” Mother yelled from the bottom of the tower and the tension finally broke.

“Coming!” You sighed out in relief rushing to the window and lowering out the vine life you had made.

Once you were sure she was safely in the lift’s sling, you utilized the pulley system to begin pulling her up. The tower was around forty feet tall, making the trip up lengthy and difficult. When she was close enough to the window entrance you hooked the vine slack onto the wall hook, keeping it stationary, before quickly coming to help her in with the groceries. Taking the canvas grocery bags from her arms and into the kitchen, you started pulling out the items to take inventory on what she’d bought at the market.

“How was the market? Did that man give you trouble on the celery prices again?”

“Ugh doesn’t he always? Absolutely exhausting, he wanted double, and then there was a fight at the tavern again which I always have to break up.” She pulled out a chair at the dining table, sitting into it and slinging her feet up into the neighboring chair.

You slowed for a moment, pulling the bundle of carrots from the bag slower as you processed that she may be intoxicated which meant there’d be zero chance of having the conversation you desperately desired.

“You went to the tavern?” You asked, feigning excitement.

“Of course sweetheart, I promised that I would but I wasn’t there for long I promise.” She got up to meet you in the kitchen, resting her hands on your shoulders.

“Now what are we having? I’m absolutely starved.” She smiled.

“I was going to make that stew from last winter that you liked so much. Now that fall is settling in.” you started to add broth and small peeled potatoes to the pot.

“That sounds delightful darling, I’m going to go rest my eyes, call me when it’s done?” Mother started to walk away. It was now or never.

“Actually!” You cleared your throat., “Actually I was hoping I could talk to you about something.”

“Alright but let’s make this quick, mama’s feet are aching.” She turned back around to sit in another chair.

“Well as you know I’m almost twenty, an adult really and I’m already very responsible around the tower-“

“Y/n where is this going?” She interrupted, rubbing her temples.

“I want to go outside.” You turned to look at her.

“We’ve talked about this! It’s far too dangerous! You know what would happen if anyone discovered your gift!”

“I know, I know, but I’ve thought about it and no one would even know! I won’t tell anyone about it, and if they don’t know I have it then they don’t know how to use it, so it’s useless to them. If I just keep it braided I’ll be completely normal!” You came to sit across from her, hoping it’ll be convincing.

“No absolutely not, it’s much too risky! I have kept you safe for nearly twenty years! I am not stopping now! You’re far too young to understand but this is what’s best for you!” She got up and started to walk away again.

“But it’s not! I’ve never met anyone else! I’ve never had friends or met other people my own age! I’ve never even seen a real man!” You were absolutely desperate.

“Oh a man?! This is about men huh?! So you want to leave the safety of the home I built for you to go whore around for a man?!” She was absolutely furious, beyond cooling down.

“Mother no!” Your face was burning with embarrassment at the very suggestion of sexual activities.

“No truly I understand! You would rather leave this place and be used by men! Drained of your power in one of those Viking camps no doubt! I won’t hear another word, I’m going out for air and your attitude better be gone by the time I get back!” She walked over to the vine, untying it from the wall and setting it into a rustier pulley wheel that would let her down slowly, she was gone just as soon as she’d finished her sentence.

You had no choice but to sit in utter silence and shame. Swallowed by guilt that mother could ever consider you’d do that to her. As much as you wanted to leave and experience the real world, you desperately didn’t want to disappoint your mother or end up somewhere bad. Very quickly you dissolved into regret, backing over to try and undo what’s already been done, planning a way to forgiveness. Finishing the stew was the only way you knew how to start so you got to work, making this the best stew you could ever devise. Having never written the recipe down you had to go solely based on flavor and gut feeling. That was the best way to cook anyway. Once it had been spiced to taste you put the lid on the pot to let it simmer.

Almost immediately you found yourself overrun with anxiety, filled with a need to do something with your hands. To occupy your mind. There really wasn’t much to do in the tower to occupy you enough to erase this from the forefront of your mind. So you opted for the only thing that you could: cleaning. Your started polishing, dusting anything that you could and when there was nothing left you sat and you waited. The silence was absolutely deafening. You’d totally zoned out until you heard the rattling of the pot lid on the stove, snapping your head to it only to see the stew boiling over.

“Shit!” You rushed to turn it off, burning your hand in the process as you cleaned up the mess. Suddenly you were no longer hungry.

Opting to leave the stew on the stove for whenever mother would return you left the kitchen, going to your room as you cradled your hand gently. Tears stung your eyes, threatening to drip through your lashes and you curled up on your bed. Reaching for your braid with your uninsured hand, you gently took the end and rested it over your burned palm, reaching to wipe away some loose tears. Whether the tears were from the pain or from emotional discourse you couldn’t be sure. After drying your tears you closed your injured fingers around the large amount of hair, and began to hum a soft familiar melody. As the melody continued your hair began to glow a brilliant gold, almost glittery in color. Once the shimmer reached your palm, the heat faded and the wound healed. You were able to breathe. You looked to your palm, it was as soft and unharmed as it had been that morning. As it had always been. No scars or leftover pain. Just smooth healthy skin.

You couldn’t be bothered to really prepare for bed. The dress you wore was moveable, the corset easily undone as it tied in the front rather than in the back. Laying back you took a deep breath, closing your eyes momentarily to let go of all the stress that you could. After a minute of peace you pushed yourself up and off the bed, walking over to the dark wood armoire, opening it to look in the mirror, you sighed looking at your dress. There was stew on the navy skirt and what looked like a sizable carrot. You’d have to change to sleep. Lifting the skirt up closer you plucked off the carrot and disposed of it in the nearby waste basket. Returning to the armoire you flipped your braid back over your shoulder and checked the white sleeves of the off the shoulder blouse, slid your hands over the black corset, grabbing the tied strings from the vertex of the sweetheart neckline you untied the knot. Just as you’d finished untying the security knot you heard a loud grinding bang from the lower level. Pausing to listen you grew concerned.

“Mother? Are you alright?” You called gently.

When you didn’t receive a response you dropped the corset strings and left your bedroom, looking over the bannister you were met with the worst sight you could possibly have imagined. A large piece of the stone floor was broken and pushed out of the ground, slid off to the side and two large men climbed out of the dark hole below. Half a million questions filled your head. How was there a space under the floor? How did these men find you? Did they know who you were? There wasn’t time to think, you had to act. Silently and quickly you snuck back into your bedroom, burning out the lamps and climbing into the armoire as best as you could. Tilting your chin up to silence your breathing you listened. Waiting. Thinking. The men were much bigger than you thought a man would be. From what you could make out they dressed in dark clothing. Leather. Worn and hardly taken care of if at all. They were similar heights. One a redhead and the other blonde, both with rugged facial hair. You only had a brief look and the adrenaline pumping through your veins was making it difficult to focus.

“I am never doing that shit again, forty feet of crumbling bricks and thirty feet of rope, you seriously didn’t think that through?!” You could hear them arguing.

“It didn’t look that tall alright? Can we just find the chick and get out of here? I lost my good boots in a poker game with trash panda and if I don’t win them back he’s gonna tear them apart.”

It was clear they were coming for you. The only thing you could do was hope mother came home or that they didn’t see you behind all the other clothing in the armoire. The stairs creeped. Once. Twice. There was only one creaky step. They were both coming up. You held your breath.

“Food on the stove and the lamp in here is still warm. She was here recently.” They made it into your bedroom.

“If I had to guess I’d say she’s still here.” The footsteps stopped. It was silent.

Suddenly, the hem of your skirt was yanked-it had been caught in the door-and then the armoire burst open. The blonde man grabbed your arm as you struggled, ripping you from the small dark space and out into the open. He spun you around, pressing your back to his chest, his left forearm braced across your neckline and gripped your right shoulder. His right hand held a sharp silver blade to your heart.

“Well, well, well, Princess did we catch you at a bad time? These corset strings are so very loose for company.” The blonde man taunted, using the tip of his blade to pull on the cords.

You gripped this forearm, pushing back closer to his chest in an effort to get away from his blade as you struggled.

“P-please just leave me alone, I won’t tell any-anyone.” You stuttered, trying to stay calm the way your mother had taught you.

“We have plans for you, this hair of yours… hear there’s some people willing to pay a pretty penny for just a touch.” The red headed man stroked your braid, you jerked your head away.

“Oh oh oh” the blonde man laughed. “She’s a feisty one, are you sure we have to deliver her so soon? Could be fun…”

“Oh c’mon man don’t be gross he wants her unharmed. Mostly. C’mon just cloth her so we can go. Boots remember??” The red head said, grabbing your wrists and tying them together roughly. He took the dagger from the blonde, continuing to hold it in its position as the blond reached into his pocket.

“No no no no no please please I’ll give you anything you want just leave me alone!” You begged, swerving your head away from the blondes clothed hand as it moved towards your mouth.

“Bitch stop fussing around!” He slid his left forearm up to your throat, both choking you and effectively stabilizing your head long enough to clamp the cloth over your mouth and nose.

It hardly took thirty seconds before your vision started to swim and your vision started to fade to black.

“We’re already late. He’s waiting.” One of the men said as he slipped a cloth bag over your head. Your hearing went out, senses dulled as you gave in the the dark.

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I might be late but how are the jojos on Valentine’s Day with reader??

Jonathan:

Can gentleman be said too many times? I hope not! He’s going to spoil you. That’s his favourite. But he prefers to keep things relatively small until later in the evening. He’s gone out of his way to get you the finest red wine he can find. Not to mention, he’s going to have the best steak prepared. Medium rare. He wants you to feel special as well, so he orders clothing in his s/o size. Pink or red dress, some lace. But he prefers no big poofy ball gowns. Just something simple, and a corset that fits you perfectly and exaggerates your curves. Of course, if you don’t want to go out to a restaurant for dinner, you needn’t wear the fine things. He wouldn’t even try anything in the bedroom unless you were married. If you are, things are relatively the same, but he uses more praise than usual. This is a ton because he praises his s/o thoroughly and an out of the sheets. If he is courting his s/o he will take them home via carriage and help them in and out. Expect a kiss on the hand, and maybe a brief kiss.

Joseph:

He will go all out. Money? Not a problem, don’t even worry about it. He is going all over new york looking for the best things to give you. They aren’t very personal, but mostly novelty gifts that he is assured will charm you. When you first see him that day, he’ll say something like, “I have something for you, but first I need a little something.” And he’ll lean in for a kiss. Indulge him if you can. He’s first going to take you to a cab he hired. It’s a bit of a long drive, but he promises that it’s worth it. Finally, you can get out a stretch your legs. Coney Island. He’s already bought tickets and some overpriced merchandise. But he’s going to wow you with his charm, like the Switchback Railway. He’s never been there but he’s going to ride it till he’s sick. The Wonder Wheel, the B&B Carousell and the Coney Island Cyclone are also on his list. Not that anything scared him, he flew a plane and fought the Pillermen, so he’s got it. But if by any means you get scared, feel free to hold him. His ego is too small at the moment.

Jotaro:

King of ‘that was today?’ He honestly doesn’t care about those kinds of things. The whole thing is just a holiday that makes single people feel bad about themselves anyway. You want to celebrate? Uh... you like ice cream? He’s willing to spend a few bucks but doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it. Besides, love for a partner should be shown every day, not just one day of the year. So he’ll do what he normally does with you. He might take things to the bedroom, but don’t expect anything big... well except for him.

Josuke:

Happy boy. He can’t waaaait! He’s got flowers and chocolate and a new CD he thinks you’ll like. He’s pretty broke and the moment, thanks to his mom putting his money in savings, but he’ll still take you somewhere nice if you want. If you don’t. He’s more than happy to stay home and play some games. Put on some tunes, karaoke at home. Snacks are a must, so if you want to order something, it’s on his tab. Your call. Pizza? That’s cool, but don’t put anchovies on it. He hates those little salty, greasy fish. Look if you want pineapple, it’s none of his business, but no anchovies. Ever. If you send him a prank pizza, send him anchovies. He claims he can still taste them even if you take them off. So... bacon, mushroom, pepper and pepperoni?

Giorno

Giorno get’s his spoiling trait from his father. You know, the human one. The gentleman one. He has tons of dough, and he loves spoiling you with it. Not just on Valentine’s day, but every day. Look for something huge at your door, maybe wrapped in pink. He likes pink. Looks good on him, most likely looks good on you. Giorno will probably get you something with a diamond in it too. He’s going all out, so if that massive bouquet of flowers wasn’t enough, enjoy the 4 karat gold diamond earrings. He isn’t going to keep his identity a secret because he isn’t afraid. GER is too powerful for him to be worried about kidnapping, besides, he has eyes and ears everywhere, and technology that allows him to keep in touch with you no matter what from previous spoiling. So be a dear and please, do wear them in public. He loves it when people watch you in envy and know that you are his. That, he gets from his other dad.

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The Arrangement Ch 17

Story summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi

Chapter Summary: Part one of the photoshoot

Previous Chapter here

The work week proceeded as normal. Well, what had become normal. Delivering coffee and reminding Yoongi to eat, answering emails, trying to figure out which meetings Yoongi actually needed to go to and which ones were a waste of time. Of course you always went to the meetings, and holy shit you couldn’t believe the topics couldn’t have been discussed via email. You were looking forward to this particular day because you got to go visit Hoseok in the style department and Jimin had decided he was tagging along “for funsies.”

Yoongi was supposed to go and get measured and try on clothes for his photoshoot. When you reminded him that morning he laughed at you, “Uh no. Hoseok knows what size I wear. He can figure it out. Go look at the clothes and I might try some of them on tonight.”

You and Jimin met up for lunch and then headed up to the styling department.

“I’m excited. I’ve never been to a photoshoot before.” You said bouncing up and down in the elevator. 

“Yeah, they’re pretty boring actually. Like if it’s with some of the hotter models it’s a little fun for the eye candy, but then you feel bad for them because they have to sit for so long  making awkward faces. They are constantly getting their make-up and hair touched up. Touch base with craft services to make sure there’s plenty of water. The lights are bright.”

You took out your phone, “Oh thanks. I wouldn’t have even thought about that. Any other tips?”

“It’s Yoongi. It won’t take as long as it does with the other people. He’ll show up, do it, and leave. JK and Tae, especially Tae, want to chat with everyone on set and if they are together it takes foreeeeevvvveeeeeerrrrr.” 

“Huh, ok. Thanks.” The two of you arrived at JHOPE Fashion and walked through the rainbow vomit doors. 

Hoseok was wearing glasses with yellow lenses today, which made his dramatic facial expressions stand out even more. He immediately rolled his eyes. He pointed to you. “You are not Yoongi.” He pointed to Jimin. “And you are not Yoongi.” He put his hands on his hips. “So why are the two of you here?” 

“I’m sure you can guess why.” You responded dryly.

“Ugh. That ungrateful man. I had lovingly hand stitched these pieces. For him. These patches...” Hoseok pressed his fingers together as though he was praying. “Fine. Fine. You. Y/N. Come. You. Jimin. Wait right there.”

Jimin’s eyes went wide. “Me? Why do I have to wait here?” 

Hoseok turned from where he had started to walk towards the back. “You will thank me in a minute. A certain someone is coming to get his fitting in a few minutes.” He raised an eyebrow and then turned around, his heels clacking against the red tile floor.

Jimin started to blush profusely and before you could ask, Hobi interrupted, “Come new girl. We have work to do especially if that boss of yours refuses to come here and experience these magnificent beauties for himself.”

You followed him through the large door, which led to lime green hallways and then to a quiet, more muted workspace. The walls were lined with fabric bolsters, the middle tables with ribbon, thread, patches, paint. Paint? 

Hoseok sat down. “From what I understand, this album will have an acoustic feel to it versus his previous albums. For that reason I have chosen these natural materials such as cotton, linen, and denim.” He spread out several pieces onto the large table. “I have also opted for a more neutral pallet, as much as it hurts my soul. I have chosen colors found in nature. I have chosen brightly colored accessories such as these silks to stand in contrast with the stiff fabric and more neutral colors he will be wearing. Additionally, I avoided black. We’ll see if he notices.” 

You watched as he draped the red and purple silks over the top of the clothes. For whatever reason, you found it mesmerizing watching the fabric juxtapositioned in such a way.  “It’s so cool to hear you tell a story just using clothes.” You said, somewhat enchanted.

Hoseok flicked his eyes up to you, “Thank you. That is what I try to do with my collections. Everyone’s outfit tells a story, even if they don’t mean for it to. May I?” He asked, stepping back and gesturing at you.

“Oh man. You know I don’t dresses fancy--”

“Shhhh you don’t tell me.” He looked at your outfit. You had opted for an Aline skirt and blouse with a casual blazer.  “You had meetings this morning, that’s obvious by the jacket. You usually dress cuter. Which means you are either sick or not feeling great. You look fine. So I’m guessing...you are on your period. Sorry, this just comes out, I can’t stop it,” he paused for a moment as your jaw dropped open slightly. He stepped closer, inspecting the shoulders of your jacket. “The blazer is at least ten years old but you shouldn’t have had a blazer ten years ago unless it was for your school uniform and that isn’t a school jacket. Which means it probably belonged to an older sister or aunt. You are very responsible and well organized otherwise you wouldn't be Yoongi’s assistant. Therefore you are most likely the oldest or only child so that is your aunt’s jacket. Your blouse is nice. You actually like it, you’ve worn it twice in the week you’ve been working here. You bought it at a thrift store. You don’t spend a lot of money on yourself, but you are very confident. Therefore, it’s not that you don’t think you deserve nice things, it’s just that you can’t afford them so you likely grew up poor and it has continued into your adulthood.”

“Holy shit. You should be a detective.” You said to him.

“The shoes, I gave you last week. They don’t have a story yet, other than a very good -looking man in a suit helped you out because Jimin said you were a nice girl. You wear zero accessories which shows a lack of both funds and sentimentality. Most people have at least one piece of jewelry that means something to them, but if you have one, you don’t wear it.” He smiled at you, his white teeth gleaming. “ Now, how much am I right about?” He crossed his hands in front of his chest.

You clapped your hands as though you were in an audience. “All of it. Although I am still weirded out that you know I’m on my period. Next time I’m going to wear something skin tight to throw you off.” You joked.

“Well,” he started, “At least now that you work here you don’t have to worry as much right?”

Given the shitshow you went through this weekend you weren’t sure about that, but you shrugged, “It definitely pays better. And money doesn’t buy happiness, but it sure helps make some things less hard.” You gestured to the pile of fabric on the table, “So...what do I do? Take these clothes with me for Yoongi to try on or will they be at the photoshoot tomorrow? Do I need to bring them to the photoshoot?”

Hoseok sighed dramatically, “I could dress Yoongi drunk, in my sleep. He can just show up tomorrow and I will dress him then. My staff will make sure the clothes and accessories are at the photoshoot. Here,” He walked over to one of the garment racks. “More clothes for you. I know you have a big closet. And if you run out of space, just take Yoongi’s, he only wears like three things despite my best efforts.”

You laughed, “Yeah, you’re not kidding. Ok thanks,” You took the clothing. “I appreciate it.”

“It’s no trouble. Feel free to see yourself out, I’ll see you tomorrow. Oh and please make sure the catering has strawberries.”

“Strawberries? Got it.” You were learning so much today. 

You exited the backroom and saw Jimin over near one of the pedestals. He was chatting with JK who was getting fitted with a corset. What an itty bitty waist, you admired. The two of them seemed to be having a good time and you had a new list of things to do so you waved at Jimin and headed to 1802 to drop off your new clothes. You had forgotten Hoseok knew you lived with Yoongi. The week had flown by.  

You sent a text message to Jiwoo asking if you could stop by her desk and ask her a few questions to make sure everything was set up for tomorrow and then stopped by the apartment.

You conferred with her and learned how to navigate catering requests via the company website; apparently it wasn’t available on the app, good to know. you felt much better about the shoot tomorrow but still nervous and excited.

You knocked on the door to Genius Lab. No answer. Never any answer. You typed the code in and saw Yoongi wearing his headphones, lost in his own world. He had told you to just wait on the sofa when this was the case and that he would eventually notice you. Normally the smell of coffee was what alerted him to your presence, but you had come empty handed today. You sat down on the couch and took out your phone.

YN: I don’t mean to alarm you. But there’s something behind you.

You saw his phone light up. He ignored it for a minute, presumably to finish listening to a song, and then picked it up. You heard him laugh and take off his headphones.  “You are the worst.” He spun around.

“So mean. Hey. Tomorrow is my first photoshoot. I checked on the outfits for you. By the way, Hoseok is like Sherlock Holmes with clothing. I learned I’m supposed to contact catering, I have hair and make-up requests in. Do I need to do anything else?”

Yoongi thought for a minute. He never really participated in that side of the photoshoot, now that he reflected on it. He walked his way through a day on set.  “No. The changing rooms and photography are handled by other departments. Check with Jiwoo or Jimin, they’ve both set up a shoot before.”

“I did. I’m getting ready to send in the last food request. Any requests?”

“Mandarins. I don’t like to eat a lot on set because I don’t want stuff getting stuck in my teeth.”

“That makes sense. Ok. I’ll let you get back to it then.” You got up and stretched.

“Tomorrow will go fine. If you forgot anything, it will be somewhere in this building.” He reassured you.

“That makes me feel a lot better.” You said honestly. “Alright, I’ll see you around.”

“Later.”

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The next day arrived with Yoongi heading off to the hair and make-up department and you heading to the 11th floor to see what the photo set up looked like. You exited the elevator. Man your hands were sweaty, you followed the sounds of voices and made your way to the shooting location. The lighting crew was checking their overheads, a stand-in was posing on the various props they had set out. It looked as though there were three separate “areas” for shooting photos. One area had a large white couch, complete with coffee table, rubber plant, magazines. The whole set up designed to look like a living room. A second space was a blue sheet with a white background. The third space was a kitchen, complete with an island, stovetop, and refrigerator. Holy moly this space was huge. You marveled at it.

“Hello, can I help you?” An older man walked over.

“Oh hi, I’m YLN. Yoongi’s assistant. I was stopping by to check the set up. It looks incredible.”

“Thank you. Yes. Here, let me walk you through it.”

You received a tour of the set and also an overview of the order of shooting. You also found out that next week, weather permitting, there would be a second shooting at the park across the street. You got catering checked in, or at least pointed to the table and felt like you did a thing. The same happened when the clothing team showed up. You pointed to dressing rooms and the vanity where the accessories trunk should go. You were thankful no one had asked you any questions so far. This was a steep learning curve. You had hoped someone you knew might be here today to help ease your nerves, but so far, it was all new faces.

Finally, you saw one familiar face. Alice walked in, carrying a small case with her. You waved.

“Hey! It’s nice to see you again.” She said. “I had no idea you were Yoongi’s assistant until today.”

“Oh, yeah. I guess I didn’t mention that. I was so overwhelmed that first day,” you smiled.

“No worries. He was just telling me and Bongcha that he had an assistant now. He’s almost done. His make-up is setting. I’m on hair today which isn’t my strong suit, but it’s not like he’s needing a fancy up-do or anything and it’s good for me to practice.”

“Ok great. This is my first time at a photoshoot, so if there’s something I’m supposed to be doing but I’m not, can you let me know?” You confided in her. 

“Absolutely. It looks like most of the stuff is set up how it usually is. Just remember,” she got closer to you and spoke quieter, “You are Yoongi’s assistant. Some of these people, especially these older guys will try to get you to do stuff like get their coffee, grab them snacks. That is not your job. It’s not by job. If they have an assistant, it’s their job.” 

“I knew I liked you when we first met,” you smiled at her. “Thanks for the heads up.”

“Anytime Unnie.”

She walked over and took out her hair tools and placed them on the table reserved for hair and make-up. A few minutes later you saw Yoongi walk in wearing a black shirt and grey sweats. His face looked even more beautiful than normal. Next to him was a petite girl with long black hair pulled up into a ponytail, dragging a make-up train behind her.  Yoongi looked around for a second, and then locked eyes with you. You saw the tiniest smile threaten to come out as he walked over.

“Hey. Everything here looks good.” He gestured to the room.

“Thanks. I didn’t do most of it, I just pointed and people seemed to know what to do already. Your face looks good.” 

Yoongi chuckled, “You can thank Bongcha for that. Bongcha, this is YN.”

Bongcha stuck out her hand, “Hi. Nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Nice to meet you as well. You do good work. I give his face a 10/10. Highly recommend.” 

“Well, it’s easy when you have such a great model to start with,” She smiled while looking up at Yoongi.

Yoongi had started to blush between the pair of compliments. “Is Hoseok here yet?”

“No not yet.” You took out your phone to see if you had any messages from Hoseok. Nope. You looked back up, “Bongcha, I’m sure you already know, but the make-up table is over there.  Alice is setting up right now.”

“Great, thanks!” She headed over, her shiny hair swishing behind her. 

Speak of the devil in blue himself, Hoseok strutted in at that exact moment wearing an electric blue suit. His crisp white shirt underneath popped beneath the jacket, and his pocket square had little sunshines on it.

“Wow. You look like the sky.” You said before you could help it.

“Thank you. Indeed. It was my inspiration today. It’s a crime to be indoors beneath these artificial lights on such a beautiful day. Oh well. It can’t be helped.” He laid eyes on Yoongi, like a predator gazing on its prey, “Yoongi. Baby. Come.”

Yoongi scrunched his face. “Don’t call me baby. If you miss the sunlight so much, leave. I know how to dress myself.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you don't know which pieces go together.” Hoseok grabbed Yoongi by the shoulders and started leading him over to the clothing section, leaving you to laugh at the pair of them. You went over to the table you had set up for yourself between make-up and the food. You had printed off several lists that morning to help you stay focused. You checked off several action items. Satisfied, you sat your clipboard down and looked around. It was a well-oiled machine for sure. You walked over to the hair and make-up table. “Hey ladies.”

“Hey! Have you two met yet?” Alice asked, referring to Bongcha.

“Yep, we just did.” Bongcha confirmed, putting on her make-up apron and filling it with various powders and brushes.

“Ooooo we should do a make-up party sometime.” Alice squealed. “We try to do it with all the new girls. And since Yoongi is” she hushed her voice again “One of our favorites. We have to take care of his assistant.”

You smiled, “Sure. That sounds nice. Excuse me.” You decided to go see how the clothes were going.

“Yes. Yoongi’s assistant. So glad you’re here.” Hoseok turned to you.

“She has a name, it’s YN.” You heard Yoongi say from behind the curtain.

“Yes yes. I know. We talked yesterday, remember? At that meeting I scheduled for me and you that you did not come to. Anyways, here. The outfits are now coordinated. They have tags on them corresponding to their accessory in the accessory trunk. Some pieces have more than one option that the Director of Photography and Yoongi will decide on. Got it?”

You looked over the set up. It seemed simple enough since Hoseok had organized it so well .”Yep. You going out to enjoy the sunshine?” 

“Honey, I am the sunshine. I’m off to get laid after having to deal with this cloudy baby.” He gestured to the changing room.

“Don’t call me baby.” Yoongi shouted from behind the curtain. You just laughed as Hoseok turned around and left. You waited for a few minutes. 

“You ok in there? Need me to come help you put your pants on?” You teased.

“Not necessary.” Yoongi slid open the curtain. Why was everyone teasing him today? He pouted without thinking about it.

You walked over, straightening the collar of his shirt “Hey now, you can’t go around pouting like a baby and not expect people to call you one. Here,” you handed him a mandarin. He scowled at you as he took it. “Such a pretty face” You laughed. 

“Yeah whatever. I can eat this while they set up the white meter. You should be fine to just hang around at this point.”

“Alright. Sounds good.” The two of you walked over to the main part of the set where the Director gave Yoongi instructions about where to sit as they practiced the blocking and softbox placement.

“Oh my god he looks so good eating that tangerine.” You overheard. Your eyes bugged out slightly and you turned around. A group of women from the photography team were looking at the images to check the saturation and focus, as well as apparently the model. Damn. NEXT CHAPTER

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that cantina | din djarin

^ not my gif

pairing: din djarin x f!bartender reader 

warnings: sexual themes and outfits, cursing, adult thots...

fic inspired by this post by @flightlessangelwings 

a/n: this is my first time publishing on tumblr and writing about my beloved tin can. so pls bare with me. also pls enjoy the read + the little divider thing i just made and s/o to @jangohshit​ for the awesome url 

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As she picks up her 50 owed credits and wipes away the watery rims on the streaky mahogany bar top left by a patron’s 6th glass of cold spotchka, she commends the Dug’s ability to walk out of the cantina without crashing onto the floor. Dugs may be small and slender, but Maker can they hold their liquor. With the amount of people in the stuffy, ill-lit cantina, she would expect the Dug to bump into something or someone in his alcohol-driven state.

Unfortunately for her, she did not get to see the amusing sight. Instead, she began to sense the sudden feeling of being watched. She discreetly scopes out the cantina and is immediately met with the intimidating figure and intense stare from a very familiar beskar helmet. She smirks over at the Mandalorian and give a slight nod to guide him over to her side of the risqué cantina.

This cantina in particular, located in the outskirts of Canto Bight, was known for the racy atmosphere once you stepped through the door. Many cantinas liked to keep it simple and vintage with a bar top, tables, and space to walk through. This specific cantina was not that. Whether you were looking to have a drink and observe the bartenders clad in lingerie or pay and party with ladies of the night, everyone knew this cantina as that cantina.

She met him about 3 cycles ago. He was looking for a Gungan gone rogue and his tracking fob led him to Canto Bight. When he had asked about the bounty to people in the city, they all told him that he’d find the bounty at that cantina. He began to get frustrated, but then he saw her. As she walked to work, she’d caught his eye. He walked over to her and she smiled at him. Mando had never had someone just smile at him, and Maker did her smile ignite something in him. She walked with him to the cantina with her walking in first and him following minutes later. When she caught his eye again, it was for a very different reason.

The worn leather bustier she wore emphasized her chest so much that Mando had to make sure his visor was not distorting the image in front of him. She wore a yellow and black plaid skirt and some heels whose laces wound up to her knee. He knew she was beautiful, but then he noticed the insincere smile she wore as she worked behind the bar. This job was supposed to be in and out – quick and simple. But meeting her made him want to let the bounty enjoy his 2,000 credits he just spent on a Pantoran lady. When he landed the first time, he told himself he’d never come back to that weird place. Yet, here he is again for what feels like the thousandth time.

She turns around to face the inside of the worn-down bar and adjusts her breasts in her obsidian-colored corset. She always wanted to look her best for her favorite client. She grabs a clean glass of water and turns back around to lean on the counter. All because she is the Mandalorian best view in the place, or at least that is what he's told her.  

“Me'vaar ti gar,” he coldly says to her.

She looks into his visor with a stern look. “Naas.”

A lighthearted sound comes out the beskar helmet as he lightly taps the counter and takes a seat. “Kandosii!”

“Don’t know what that means, but what will it be today, Mando? Business or pleasure?” She winks at him while his visor is set on her face. She doesn’t know that the man behind the visor has been in cantina for an hour prior to his approach just looking at the woman he can’t seem to shake off.

“There has never been pleasure, mesh’la. Just business,” he calmly says. She shrugs and passes him the glass of water.

“Never hurts to ask, right? Maybe one day you’ll change your mind,” she says jokingly. “So, tell me. What bounty are you looking for now? I can’t confirm or deny that I have any information for you tonight, but there was a suspicious Twi'lek that came in about an hour ago. He’s on the other side of the bar.”

He looks towards the green Twi’lek and nods. He puts the glass aside and gives her a once over. “When did you get that corset? Last time I was here, you had a purple one. The one with the lace trimming and black ties in the back.” She smiles and looks down. He remembers, she thought.

“It started to get worn down so I sold it for 25 credits. Better than nothing, but do you like it? I just bought it with the credits you oh so greatly left me the last time.” She lightly taps his gloved hand resting on the counter. “What did you say when you left it? Think of it as a tip for your information and all I told you was that there was no Rodian,” she laughs. A modulated chuckle leaves his helmet as he looks at the other bartenders in the place. All in lingerie, more revealing than hers. Although she was wearing a corset, which covered most of her torso, her legs were very exposed. A sight Mando forcibly had to rip away from every time he was here. His mind wandered every time.

The thought of running his bare fingers along the bottom of her smooth legs to the top of her supple thighs.

The thought of how they’d feel wrapped around his waist, bringing him closer to her as he fills her with the feelings he can’t verbally express to her yet.

The thought of her thighs pressing the sides of his head as he ea-

He is ripped out of the less than innocent daydream as she’s waving her hand in front of his visor. “Mandooooo. You in there?” His line of tinted vision focuses back onto her smiling face, the smile that haunts his dreams. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”

She shakes her head and smirks. “I said if you need any information on a bounty! I have a client who wants me to join his little “get together” and is paying a good amount, so I don’t have much time.” She nudges her head up to a balcony set up in the cantina where other ladies are dancing for a group of Weequays.

He looks up and looks back at her. “How much ae they paying for you to waste your time with him?” She smirks and raises her eyebrow at the warrior in front of her.

“You jealous?”

“Jii, dala,” he warns.

She pouts and crosses her arms, which, in Mando’s eyes, only accentuates her chest. “No fair. You haven’t taught me that, yet.”

He sighs. He straightens up and leans a bit forward toward her. “Cyare, how much is he paying for you to go up there?”

She looks at his visor and feels as if she can look into the eyes of her beloved warrior. She looks back down at her hands. “3,000.”

“Dank farrik,” he whispers to himself. He looks down into his belt and counts the credits he currently has. A grand total of 1,400. He knows he can’t out-do 3,000 credits. He still must go out and get The Child and himself some supplies. They can’t survive on the old ration packs he had for emergency purposes.

Truthfully, she doesn’t want to go up there either. She was already given a new “uniform” by the Toydarian cantina owner for the night. A brown leather bra, black lace panties, black ripped stockings, and, weirdly enough, a pair of old brown boots. Weequays know nothing of fashion she thought to herself. As much as she knows Weequays can get touchy, she knows she can’t say no. She’s getting 1000 of those credits. A 33% share is a rare occurrence for Toydarians and she needs those credits if she wants to eat and have a roof over her head. She looks back at her Mandalorian and decides to lighten the mood.

“So do you like it or not?”

He turns and looks back at her. “Like what?”

She does a slow spin with the smile that can melt Hoth. “The outfit you bought me!”

“It’s nice,” he simply says, still not okay with her upcoming shift.

She abruptly stops and pouts. “Nice? I won’t be getting tips with a nice outfit, Mando. What if I unbutton the top buttons?” She goes to unbutton her corset and takes a step back when Mando suddenly grabs her hand to halt her actions.

“No.” He looks at her hand in his hand loosens his grip, but her hand remains in his. “I- I meant that you look nice in it. Not nice as in cute nice, but nice as in you look…” He stops speaking and looks at her. “You look… you look incredible. Any man would be lucky to have a woman like you at his arm.”

She feels almost giddy inside, as if her elementary school crush finally came up to say hello followed by her name. She looked at her hand in his as she felt a light blush form across her cheeks. “You really think so?”

Before he could answer, the aforementioned Toydarian cantina owner flies over to her all the while yelling her name. She immediately let go of her Mandalorian’s hand and acknowledges her boss. He begins yelling at her for not yet changing for her appointment with the Weequay group and she notices the beskar covered warrior tense. Mando stands and faces the Toydarian and begins to speak, but is cutoff by her.

“Don’t worry, boss. I was just wrapping up this client’s order. I’m going. You’ll get your 2000 credits.” She begins to push her boss away.

“You better make them happy. They’ve got loose pockets.” The Toydarian suddenly grabs her chin “If they say jump, you say how high. You got-“ She follows his gaze over to her Mandalorian, only to see him pointing a blaster at the Toydorian’s head.

“She’s going to do what she’s comfortable doing, you got that?”

Her boss chuckles and shakes his head at the bounty hunter. “She’s going to do what is going to make me money.”

She tries to interfere, but the bounty hunter grabs her boss by his face’s trunk. “Listen here, you oversized Kowakian. They aren’t going to touch her and she’s going to do her job. That’s it.” She tries to convince Mando to let the small creature go, but the warrior wasn’t done. “If I hear she was uncomfortable in even the slightest, it’s your trunk on my wall. Do you understand?” All she saw was her boss frantically nod in agreement and fly away as soon as Mando let go. She looks over at the Mandalorian she has grown to harbor deep feelings for.

“What the hell was that!”

He slides his blaster back into its holster and places some credits on the counter, more than what an untouched glass of water costs.

“You’re going to do your job and so am I. You see the biggest Weequay in the group?” she looks over and nods.

He activates the tracking puck, revealing that the Weequay leader was coincidentally his bounty. “Stars, Mando! If you are catching him, then why are you so worried about me going up there?” He looks over to her and shrugs.

“Why would I want you to be in that position?”

She smiles at him and lightly gives her own shrug. She checks the time and takes the still untouched glass of water. “Well Mando, it was nice to see you again. Should I expect you in the next couple of rotations?”

“Possibly.”

She lets out a small laugh and she takes the credits for the water, leaving the rest. Before he can protest, she catches him by surprise with her departing choice of words. “You know Mando, sometimes I think you might love me.” With that she laughs and waves a goodbye as she walks away to ready herself for the Weequays.

He watches her leave and his eyes direct themselves to her behind. Those small shorts that leave little to the imagination as they shape the swells of her ass beautifully. He is a man after all. He smiles to himself as he recalls her previous statement. He lets out a small chuckle as he stands to scope his bounty. “Yeah… might.”

mando’a translations:

Me'vaar ti gar [Meh-VAR tee-GAR] = How are you? (Lit. What’s new with you?)

Naas [nahs] = Good (Lit. Nothing)

per mandoa.org “Me'vaar ti gar = How are you? (Lit: what's new with you?) Can also be used to ask a soldier for a sitrep. If a Mando asks you this, they expect an answer; it's literal.. The response for *I'm fine thanks,* is *Naas.* (Literally - nothing. )”

Kandosii! [Kan-DOH-see] = Nice one! Wicked! Well done!

Mesh’la [MAYSH`lah] = beautiful

Jii [gee] = Now

Dala [DAH-lah] = Woman

Cyare [SHAH-ray] = beloved

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@flightlessangelwings @din-damn-djarin

[the-mighty-jellybean]

Crown of Thorns

“What will I be when I grow up, Lady Mother?” Y/N asked, the bed sheets wrapped high under her chin, arms clutching her knees.          

“You will be Queen, my darling,” she cupped her face, and she leaned into her touch, “and a warrior.”

Series Summary: After the need for their alliance during the Battle of Titan, King Stephen asked in return for his services, that King Anthony of the Iron Islands’, first born daughter would be given in marriage, to his sons, Prince Steven and Prince James of the Kingdom of Kamar-Taj. Despite King Anthony’s other offers, King Stephen would only agree to one, or there would be war between their two Kingdoms. Leaving King Anthony with no choice, he sacrificed his first born daughter, in hopes of sparing his people of anymore suffering. Anthony prayed that the men would care for his daughter, and love her as he did, but a sparkly crown can hide a thousand secrets.  

Pairing: Prince!Steve x Princess!Reader x Prince!Bucky

Series Warnings: Strong Language, Violence, Angst, Fluff (There will be some fluffy stuff I promise, I can't resist), Smut: This series will include some aspects of Dub-con/Non-con: Steve and Bucky aren't going to be Prince Charmings. More Warnings will be posted on Chapters.

Masterlist

Part Fifteen:Out With The Old 

Chapter Warnings: Strong Language, Sexual Themes, Oral Sex (f receiving)

Word Count: 3.3k

“Shall we go to bed?” Steve asked, standing, wrapping an arm around Y/N’s waist, and pulling her close to him. Smirking into his chest, Y/N shook her head pushing away.

“Not with you no.” Y/N, smiled sarcastically, the two Princes’ faces drop, as they share a look with each other.

“What?” Bucky blurted, “I thought you had forgiven us?”

“I said I had forgiven you; I didn’t say that I had forgotten.” Y/N’s tone has an edge of ice, that made Steve and Bucky shiver.

“What does that mean for us?” Steve worried.

“You’ll see.” You smiled, before leaving the two Princes looking stunned and spellbound.

Y/N had a plan. The Princes needed to pay, and she knew exactly what she was going to do.

~~~

The next day; Y/N accepted the invitation from Steve and Bucky to join them for breakfast, although, instead of sitting between them like usual, she sat on the opposite end of the table. She had also made sure that, that morning, Wanda and Maria had dressed her in the most scandalous dress that she owned.

Bucky had gifted it to her, when she had still been living with her father in the islands. When she had received it, she wanted Peter to take it and donate it to the nearest brothel, but now she was glad that Peter had kept it.

All eyes were on her, as Steve struggled to find his mouth, as all he seemed capable of doing was watching her, as she sipped on her cup of water. Making sure she held eye contact with him, as he choked on some of his bread, when she winked.

When everyone had managed to eat some of their breakfast, Y/N asked for the plates to be cleared away.

“Arnold, fetch the Lady Natasha and Lady Sharon, tell them the Princes have something to say to them.” Y/N grinned, when she heard Bucky choking on his spit. “Be quick.”

The butler scuttled out, his eyes slightly wide at her request, but was quick to fulfil it. Y/N turned back to face Steve and Bucky, who both shared a look of absolute horror, as they began to feel very nervous.

“What are you doing, Y/N?” Bucky panicked, his face was pastier than usual, his lips more of a grey than the usual cherry colour that Y/N enjoyed kissing.

“Don’t worry, you’ll see soon enough.” Y/N beamed, innocently, before drawing her chair out, and standing by the window, whilst she waited.

“You know we are sorry, don’t you, Y/N?” Steve takes some steps towards, Y/N, but she doesn’t make any effort to move closer to him. Instead, she stares at him blankly.

“We’ll never hurt you like that again, we promise.” Bucky tried, but Y/N still met him with a blank stare.

“I know.” Y/N nodded, “And I’m going to make sure of it.”

Steve and Bucky once again, were worried, and if Y/N listened hard enough, she wondered if she could hear Steve and Bucky’s heart rates increasing, when the two women she had asked for, nervously stepped into the room.

“Ah, Natasha, Sharon.” Y/N greeted with a twisted smile, “I’m glad you could make it.”

Sharon eyed Steve, but he avoided looking at her at all costs, instead focusing on his wife. Natasha, however; her eyes were sharp and piercing, as she watched Y/N, as she stood between the two Princes. Clasping her hands in front of her, a forced smile plastered on her face.

“You are probably wondering why I’ve brought you here.” Y/N started, she had been rehearsed this speech in her head, for hours and hours last night. She had barely slept as she imagined this moment all night.

“Yes, your highness.” Natasha nodded, her eyes still burning holes into Y/N’s face; she had noticed the dress that Y/N had chosen, she knew she had seen it somewhere before, but she couldn’t quite figure it out.

“I’ve decided that your services within this household will no longer be required.” Y/N had to stop herself from talking through her teeth, and she had to bite back the look of joy on her face, when Natasha and Sharon’s faces turned a similar shade of grey that Bucky’s had.

“But your highness-“

“It is a mutual decision, made by myself and the Princes, isn’t that right?” Y/N turned to the men, who immediately had to clamp their mouths shut, once they realised their wife’s eyes were focused on them.

“Er…yes, your services in this household will no longer be needed.” Bucky cleared his throat, when he caught the slightly harshening glare he was receiving from Y/N.

“Are you sure it is what you want, sire?” Sharon turned to Steve, her voice barely above a whisper, as her eyes began to fill with tears.

“It is what we have decided, Lady Sharon.” Y/N barked, before giving Steve a death stare, when he was yet to say anything.  

“Yes, we all agree it would be for the best.” Bucky sides with Y/N, wrapping an awkward arm around her waist. Y/N pulled away slightly but kept close to prove her point further.

“Steve.” Sharon tries once again, but he shakes his head.

“There’s no point in begging, that’s not going to work with me, not anymore.” Steve shakes his head, moving closer to Y/N.

“You know, I was wondering where I had seen that dress before, now I’ve worked it out.” Natasha sneered, as her eyes trailed up and down.

“And where might that be, Lady Natasha?” Y/N chewed on her cheek, as she tried to not sound too bitter.

“Don’t you recognise it, sire?” Natasha asked Bucky, looking to him, before back to the dress, the whole time she ignored Y/N’s inquisitive face, as she made doe eyes at her lovers.

“Natasha, I suggest whatever it is you need to say, just spit it out.” Steve seethed folding his arms, whilst Bucky continued to stare at the dress, hoping to guess where Natasha was going with her teasing before it was too late.

“That dress,” Natasha points a slender and surprisingly for a maid, well-manicured finger, at the material, that was beginning to make Y/N’s skin itch. “You bought it for me, two years ago, don’t you remember?”

Y/N felt her heart leap into her throat, all she wanted to do was burn the dress, with her still in it, but she swallowed the tears, as she looked to Bucky, who looked like he was going to be sick.

“Well, James?” Y/N’s voiced withered slightly, and it made her cringe as she wanted to be strong, now was the time for her to be strong.

“I…er…I don’t-“

“It’s true, your highness, the dress was purchased for me, as a gift, however: it didn’t fit me, so Bucky decided it would be nice to gift it to you.” Natasha’s voice felt like nails on a chalkboard, and it made Y/N want to strangle her there and then.

Then it came to her. The ultimate revenge.

“What? This dress?” Y/N waved her arms over the body of her, to specify the item of clothing she was talking about.

“Yes, your highness…that dress.” For the first time Natasha seemed nervous, as she eyed Y/N sceptically.

“Well, I suppose you’d like it back.” Without further discussion Y/N began to undo the back of her dress, reaching behind her, she began to unbutton the back of her dress, the four spectators appeared to be stunned.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Steve asked in shock, as he began to see his wife’s undergarments, being revealed in front of his mistress.

“Returning something that’s not mine.” Y/N explained before shrugging the fabric off her shoulders and throwing it at Natasha’s feet.

Before anymore could be said, Y/N spun around, placing her hand on the front of Steve’s chest, and lightly shoved him towards the bed.

“And I’m taking back what is.” Y/N smirked at Steve’s frightened face, as she pushed him down onto the bed, before turning back to Bucky, who’s jaw had given up trying to keep closed, as his mouth sagged open, a small trail of drool, dribbling down his chin.

“Come here.” Y/N curled her finger, and like an invisible rope was tied around Bucky’s waist, he did as he was commanded, walking towards Y/N, before she pulled his face into a kiss.

Y/N kept her eyes open, as she watched Natasha take in a quick breath, as her eyes grew dark with anger. She huffed, scooping up the dress, and beginning to walk towards the door, Sharon followed her head hanging low, her bottom lip clamped between her teeth, as she held in the tears.

“Stop.”

Y/N broke from the kiss, not looking to the two women, who had stood dead in the doorway.

“Undo my corset.” Y/N commanded, before pushing Bucky down next to Steve, the two of them looked terrified and excited all at the same time.

Y/N stood in front of them both, her back to the women, who looked to each other, before looking back to the lace.

“Did you not hear me?” Y/N asked, lowly, flicking her head over her shoulder, “Take my corset off. Now.”

Sharon was quick to scramble to the edge of the bed, she kept her eyes away from Steve, who had stripped his shirt off his head, and was working on his trousers. His movements were mirrored by Bucky, who was struggling to get his tunic over his head.

Sharon made quick work of the laces, and soon the corset was in her hand, and she moved back to Natasha, her own eyes a little misted with emotion, as she watched Y/N crawl up onto the bed.

“Must we stay, your Highness?” Natasha asked in a small voice, eyes focusing on the stone floor, as Y/N straddled Steve’s hips, and began to trail love bites over his chest.

“Hmm, what do you think, my loves. Do you want to keep sharing me with these whores?” Y/N bit harshly, as she looked between the two Princes, who seemed to already be out of breath.

“No, we want you, no one else but you.” Bucky panted, pulling at the necklace that still laid around her neck.

“You heard them.” Y/N sassed, throwing a quick side glance to Sharon and Natasha, before grabbing the back of Bucky’s neck and locking lips with him once again, leaning back for a moment, so she could mumble one sentence, “Now fuck off.”

Bucky didn’t have time to be shocked at her, as she quickly started kissing him again. Sharon ran from the room, unable to keep her sobs at bay anymore, her cries echoed along the stone walls. Whilst Natasha calmly picked up the corset that Sharon had left in her state of misery, and walked from the room, shutting the door behind her.

“I think I like it more when you’re like this.” Steve teased, trailing his fingers over Y/N’s side, as she continued to make out with Bucky.

“Well, that’s good,” she shoved at Bucky’s chest, before moving up to the headboard laying on her back and placing her hands behind her head. “Because you’ve got a lot of making up to do.”

“What did you have in mind?” Bucky wiggled his eyebrows, as he came closer to Y/N, but she held him back, by placing her foot on his chest. He looked a little shocked, but a small bit of him was enjoying seeing Y/N taking control.

“You are going to make me feel good, you’re going to make me feel better than you have ever made Sharon or Natasha.” Y/N explained, playing with the small chain that lay on her bare chest.

“Your wish is our command.” Bucky smirked, Steve grabbing one of your ankles, moving it slightly wider, whilst Bucky shed the last of his clothing.

Kneeling up, Steve wrapped his hands around Y/N’s waist, before hooking his fingers into the side of her underwear, and shimmied them down her legs, tossing them to the side, before grasping her thighs once again.

Trailing kisses over her calves, before traveling up her thighs, lightly biting the flesh, and holding it between his teeth for a second, then releasing to stare up at Y/N, with big blue orbs, which were slowly beginning to darken.

“You are so beautiful, Y/N, every inch of you.” Steve groaned, as he kissed right next to her core, which caused a shiver to go down her spine, as she laid her head back on the pillow.  

“Please, I need you both.” Y/N panted lightly, Steve looked at Bucky, who was smirking, as he palmed himself.

“We’ve kept her waiting long enough.” Bucky told Steve, who simply nodded in agreement, before he threw her legs over his shoulders, and began to devour her, relentlessly.

“Oh, my Gods.” Y/N gasped, as she grabbed the sheets tightly in her fists.

Steve focused his attention on her clit, his teeth grazing against the sensitive button, making Y/N’s toes curl, and bite down on her lips to suppress her moans.

She felt Bucky’s lips, moving against her, as he relaxed her jaw, sucking on her tongue gently, before breaking away.

“Don’t bite your lip, honey, we want to hear your sweet little noises.” Bucky cooed, leaving one final peck on her lips, before sitting back and letting her enjoy the feeling of Steve’s tongue gliding through her folds.

“Please don’t stop.” Y/N gasped when Steve added his fingers, curling them to rub against her upper wall.

“We’re not going to stop all night, my love.” Bucky promised, as he continued to toy with Y/N’s nipples, pinching them until they were stiff peaks.

“Please, I need one of you…I need one of you…” Y/N couldn’t find her words, as she suddenly felt herself growing shy, under the watchful eye of her two Princes.

“Need us to do what, sweetheart, tell us what you need?” Steve asked, leaning back, his chin was dripping with her juices, his lips a cherry red, and his cheeks flushed.

“I need one of you to-“

Y/N was interrupted in her request by a harsh knock on the bedroom door, that had her jumping out of her skin. The Princes were surprised, but Bucky didn’t blink when he went to the door, completely nude. Steve stayed by Y/N, wrapping her in a blanket, just encase whoever was at the door, could see into the room.

“What’s going on?” Y/N whispered to Steve, as he curled up next to her, holding her in his arms, missing the feeling of their skin being pressed against each other.

“I don’t know, but I swear if it’s not an emergency, then whoever is on the other side of that door, will meet the axe.” Steve huffed, as he rested his chin on Y/N’s head.

Y/N slapped his chest, lightly, biting back the giggle that wanted to break free, her eyes returning to Bucky’s naked figure standing in the doorway.

She was staring at his bare behind, as well as his beautifully toned back, which looked like a perfectly sculpted marble statue. As a result of her wandering eyes, she noticed the way Bucky’s body tensed, his whole back went rigid, and his head began to move frantically, as his voice raised.

“Ready the men.” Bucky yelled, before slamming the door behind him, bashing his fist on the door.

“Fuck!” Bucky shouted, sweeping his arm across the table, knocking everything that was on top of it, onto the floor. Y/N grabbed the blanket harder, pulling it tighter, as she worried what had happened.

“What’s wrong, Buck?” Steve asked, as he reluctantly detached himself from Y/N, making his way to his brother, grabbing his shoulder in reassurance.

“It’s Zemo.” Bucky grumbled, just loud enough for both Steve and Y/N to hear. Standing from the bed, keeping the sheet wrapped around her body; Y/N walked to the Princes.

“What’s happened, my love, what’s going on?” Y/N reached out to touch Bucky’s shoulder, but he pulled away before she could.

“His men have broken through the western wall, they’re on their way to the castle as we speak.” Bucky relayed the messenger’s words to Y/N and Steve, before slamming his hands down on the table once again.

“What do we do?” Y/N worried, as she looked to her husbands for reassurance.

“We’re going to get you out of here, and safe, possibly send you back to your father for safety.” Steve explained before Bucky could, Y/N looked at them in disbelief.

“I’m not going anywhere, I need to be here, with you.” Y/N shook her head, walking to a trunk in the corner of the room.

“Don’t argue with us Y/N, we need to keep you safe.” Steve sighed, as he watched Y/N with his head tilted, unsure of what she was doing, rooting through what sounded like silverware.

“You always forget, you always misjudge me.” Y/N grumbled, pulling out the chainmail and chest armour, and throwing it onto the bed with a clatter.

“What are you doing?” Bucky asked, when Y/N began to latch herself into the body armour.

“I’m going to help you.” Y/N answered simply, as she slipped the chest plate onto herself.

“You can’t, you’re just a-“ Steve stopped himself before he could finish his sentence, when Y/N flashed him a glare.

“Just a what?” Y/N folded her arms, jutting her head in challenge, “Just a girl?”

“Look Y/N, we love you-“

“Please cut the bullshit, Steve.” Y/N stopped the blonde before he could make his excuses, as she stepped closer to the men, “I’m not just some fragile little bird, that needs her hand held and boot laces tied for her.”

Bucky let out a heavy breath looking to Steve for backup.

“You forget I was trained by a Valkyrie; I am fully capable of defending myself.” Y/N finished, she was now standing toe to toe with the Princes, as she gazed up at them, her eyes ablaze with determination.

“Very well, you will stay.” Steve’s head whipped in Bucky’s direction when Bucky spoke those words, his mouth agape in disbelief.

“Buck-“

“But you will stay here, with your own personal guard, so that we know you are extra safe.” Bucky explained his terms.

“But I don’t need babysitting.” Y/N huffed, frowning.

“Then don’t see it as babysitting, just imagine you are taking care of the men we’ve sent to look after you.” Bucky breathed, before planting a quick kiss to her forehead, before heading to his own armoury.

“Fine.” Y/N agreed, grabbing the rest of her chainmail, leaving Steve looking completely stunned.

“Steve, hurry, get changed.” Bucky ordered, making Steve run to the same cupboard, pulling out his own armour.

“Do you need a sword, my love?” Bucky grinned as he held out a blade, for Y/N to take.

“No thank you, I have my own.” Y/N smiled, holding up the silver blade that had served her so well.

“That’s a pretty nice sword, where have you been hiding that?” Bucky looked a little shocked, as he eyed the stainless steel in his wife’s grip.

“Out of your view.” Y/N chirped, kissing Bucky’s lips, as he beamed at her in desire.

Y/N’s eyes flicked over to Steve, who was now standing looking out the window, resting his hands heavily on the windowsill, as his eyes appeared to be scanning whatever was happening outside.

“What’s the matter, Steve?” Y/N asked, stepping towards him. Steve didn’t need to answer her, as she looked out the window, she saw the glowing flames of torches, as people ran around in desperation to get to safety.

The cries of people and horses merged together as they hung heavily in the air. The flames blazed in Y/N’s eyes, as she watched in fear for the villagers and servants, who scrambled to find weaponry, supplies or anything they could that could stop the coming invasion.

“We’re going to be fine. They will have to face the three of us.” Bucky wrapped his arm around Y/N’s waist, whilst slinging his other over Steve’s shoulder.

“We can take on the world.”

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[anobscurename]

ocean eyes – chris evans

previous part: PART XII — masterlist

concept: chris is hosting a charity event, and asks you to be his date. tensions come to a head in the friendship group when things get out of hand. the slowest of slow burns. part thirteen of many.

pairing: chris evans x reader // platonic!sebastian stan x reader

word count: 5,1k

warnings: tw:blood (reader breaks a glass and accidentally cuts herself), angst

author's note: the quote that is bolded in this part is a direct quote from chadwick boseman. as a south african, he, and his portrayal of the black panther, meant the world to me. i very briefly considered making the gala in this part be held in his honour, but i felt it might be insensitive, especially with everything else effectively overshadowing it. so i just included the quote as a little ode to him. rest well, king.

If scientists were ever to turn their dissecting gaze to the the phenomenon of The Third Wheel, you would be a prime specimen candidate for study.

Because in that week she stayed, your status was relegated to just that: a third wheel.

The tabloids had fun with that, too. You were becoming a national treasure of a meme. You'd even seen yourself on Twitter the other day, the caption reading "my friends vs me" attached to some sneakily taken paparazzi picture of you reading a book under a tree in the park while looking every bit as stone-faced and disinterested while Chris and Lily could barely keep their hands off each other.

In every photo that followed, it was the same. If you wanted to keep someone distracted for hours, ask them to pore over every single newly published photo of Lily and Chris, and try and find a single one where they weren't touching eachother.

They'd come up empty, because it was a waste of time. Overnight, Chrily had become the new celebrity couple of the moment.

And you'd become the patron saint of third wheels everywhere.

It wasn't like you'd forced yourself on the couple, begging to go out with them. If anything, you would've much rather been in Tibet, if not the furthest geographical location away from them and their canoodling.

But the thing about Lily was that she was so damned nice, that whenever you declined their offer, she would insist until you said yes.

The newest picture on your feed, retweeted lovingly by your friends and apparently thirty thousand people worldwide, was of you, mid-eyeroll, mouth stuffed with pizza while Chris and Lily cuddled next to you at the restaurant you had gone to earlier that week for lunch, gazing lovingly into each other's eyes. The caption was the forever classic "mood."

You tried not to groan. It wasn't particularly flattering, and definitely not dignified having so many people watch you endure this.

At least the paps couldn't follow you into the house, because that was where the real magic happened. Many a night you would wait patiently for Chrily to stop whatever it was they were doing on the couch and take it back to the bedroom before you'd sneak into the kitchen, trying to stealthily drown your sorrows in Hagen Dasz.

Because once they'd take it to the bedroom... needless to say, Dodger had become a regular bunk mate of yours, and the bathroom doors remained firmly shut with music blasting on your earphones.

There were different kinds of sadness rejection could leave you with. There was the immobilizing kind, the kind that would leave you bed bound and catatonic, purely unable to move.

And then there was what you were experiencing. The kind that had you dragging yourself out of the house at any possible spare moment, just to not be in close quarters with them, but also to not be alone with your thoughts.

So that was why, when Chris found you, you were outside, sunbathing by the pool, while Dodger pranced through the sprinklers in the large lawn beside you.

"Have you seen this?" Your voice had become somewhat devoid of emotion the past few days. You knew that if you let yourself feel too much, you'd feel it all. And then you'd show your hand. "This is the greatest feeling in the world."

You passed your phone to Chris, who was chuckling at the flatness of the tone in which you had rejoiced. That chuckle morphed into full blown laughter when he saw the meme that you had been looking at earlier.

"Yeah, laugh it up," you mocked. "You're going to have to start paying me more now, you know. I'm famous."

"Would a higher salary buy me a date to tonight's benefit?" Chris asked, still laughing a little when he passed the phone back to you.

"What happened to Lily?"

You knew he wasn't asking you because he'd wanted you there with him. He was asking you because something must've happened to prevent time spent with his precious girlfriend. God, you sounded bitter. Jealousy really did not become you.

"She had to fly back to London last night," he said, forlorn. "Something came up. She said she'd try to make it, but I haven't heard from her yet and it's an eleven hour flight."

You hummed in response, your only indication to having heard him. Your eyes were closed behind your sunglasses, but you could hear the frown in his voice when he continued.

"The dinner is already paid for, and I have a dress waiting for you. I got it for Lily for tonight, but–"

"You know, in some countries, buying a date for the night is called solicitation. And I'm sorry, Chrisopher," you said, finally turning your head to look at him, "but I'm just not that kind of girl."

His last ditch effort to persuade you had your attention. "There will be an open bar."

"You really know how to make a girl swoon."

———————

The dress was waiting for you when you stepped out of the shower. It was laid out on your bed, a rich, deep, violet. Demure, but corseted, with a floor length skirt.

If it was bought to fit Lily... You swallowed thickly, self conscious in your own body for the first time since you'd been in high school.

You were comfortable in your body. So much so, you'd even danced burlesque in front of many an ogling stranger at Chris' dare on your birthday.

But Lily... She was not quite of this world. And once again, jealousy struck in the worst sense: you were drawing comparisons to her and yourself. Which was never healthy.

The dress fit you surprisingly well – but the moment of truth would only come once the zipper was done up. For all your trying, you simply could not reach it long enough to zip it fully by yourself.

You had become accustomed to Chris barging into your room unannounced, so the soft knock at your door had your heart leaping into your throat.

"Are you ready? The car should be arriving in..." There was some shuffling – Chris pulling his suit sleeve back to check his watch. "Ten minutes."

If your heart hadn't already been in your throat, it certainly was now. "Just a minute," you strangled out, a new sense of vigour in your motions as you struggled to reach the zipper.

"You alright in there?" Chris called through the door.

"I'm–" You huffed in exasperation, giving up.

Not waiting for an invitation, in case something was truly wrong – you had a habit of keeping those kinds of things to yourself, even if they tore you apart within – Chris cracked the door, peering in, eyes downcast and averted in case you were in a compromising position. "Can I come in?"

Swallowing your humility, you hummed your admission.

He slipped into your room, eyes still on the ground. His hands slid into his pockets – something you realised he tended to do if he was a little uncomfortable or if he was trying to find the right words to say. Being a man with such a vast vocabulary, he often found himself dumbfounded in your very presence.

"You could at least look at me."

It was intended as a joke, but your voice was cracked and soft, and it sounded so much... more than what you meant.

He slowly pulled his eyes towards your face, taking you in from the floor up. His raking stare landed on your bare back, and, without much of a prompt, he strode over to you, hand already inching towards the zipper.

He felt you tense – he was that close to you.

"May I?" He asked, so gently that you wouldn't have even heard it if the room hadn't been so suddenly still, and if he hadn't been standing so fucking close.

You couldn't speak, tongue thick in your mouth. So you just nodded.

His knuckle grazed up your spine as he zipped the dress, and if he didn't notice the gooseflesh that rose, he certainly did when once the dress was zipped, he absentmindedly smoothed his warm hands over your shoulderblades.

You shuddered under his touch, but found yourself pulling away. You had a habit of doing that, too. Not that it was unwarranted – he simply just wasn't yours to touch.

Slowly, you turned to face him, and the look on his face – followed by a near imperceptible sharp gasp – nearly made your heart explode.

The dress hugged your every curve, complimenting you perfectly. If you let your imagination escape you, you would almost imagine it had been made with the intention of you wearing it, and you alone.

"I'm surprised it fits," you said, only to break the stretch of silence that had gathered.

"Why?" He shrugged, reeling himself in. The moment was gone instantaneously. "It's tailored to you. It's yours."

———————

The gala was a private party, but that didn't stop the press from waiting outside the gates.

Camera flashes blinded you, even behind the tinted windows of the rented town car, and you felt yourself withdrawing from the windows altogether.

Unfortunately, that just brought you closer to Chris, who was seated with you in the back on the plush leather seats.

"Sorry," you mumbled, having pressed yourself into his shoulder.

There was tension in the car – you'd have to be well and truly inept to not notice. It was slowly dawning on you, how unusual this all was. He had a girlfriend, for fuck sakes. What were you doing there with him?

It was almost a relief getting out of the car, the cool night air caressing your skin as you inhaled deeply, steeling yourself. It had become immeasurably stuffy in the backseat, and you were just grateful that the discomfort brewing in the pit of your stomach dissipated with every new fresh breath of air.

The air was misted with ocean spray, and in the distance, you could hear the crashing of waves against rocks, churning sea perfectly mirroring your roiling emotions.

The grecian style manor in which the gala took place sat atop a cliffside, overlooking dark, inky sea. It was almost enough to take your breath away.

A long set of marble stairs led to the open double doors, and just from being their waitress, you knew how celebrities thrilled in making an entrance. And what an entrance it was.

Panting slightly from the climb – especially having done so in heels, and without the assistance of Chris' waiting arm – you stepped into the gilded foyer, guarded by marble Greek statues and busts. A crystal chandelier cast warm light, reflecting off the large pillars that held the roof like Atlas was said to have held the world.

Chris playfully chucked you under your chin to shut your open hanging mouth. Your teeth clattered together and he gave you a knowing smirk. "Has anyone ever told you that you're easy to impress?"

"Then you must be severely unimpressive, Evans," you hissed back before making your way past him and towards the doors leading to he ballroom. Judging by the chatter you could hear inside, this was where the event was being held. Perceiving that you were alone, you turned at the doorway to see Chris watching you leave, brow furrowed in thought.

"Chris?"

He snapped out of it, raising his brows in question. "Yeah?"

"Are you coming?"

"To my own event?" He smirked, striding over to join you. "Of course."

———————

The charity was held in honour of Children in Need and The Children's Trust, two charities Chris worked closely with.

As the host, he had a lot of rounds to make, and you found yourself standing a little off to the side, following him like a shadow, unsure of what to do with yourself.

Your line of charity work was more hands on, having helped rebuild houses and gather supplies following natural disasters. You were primarily a volunteer. But suddenly, to be surrounded by the wealthy benefactors – who you knew you'd never be able to do much without in the world – you were at a loss.

Wealth dripped from women's ears in the form of drooping diamond earrings, their very bodies clad in money, while the men sported it around their wrists and in their suits. You had never felt so plain, so simple in your stature before.

After the fifteenth handshake, you decided to let Chris do what he did best. His natural charisma and charm was already hard at work, and you tried to slip away without him noticing.

You had made it all of two steps when his hand found your wrist, gently pulling you back to him. His voice was low. "Where are you going?"

"Participate in the open bar, see if I can spot any familiar faces..." In all honesty, you were just uncomfortable, and the smile on your face was becoming increasingly fake. You needed a moment to yourself to gather your thoughts, organize them properly.

His other hand had found your waist, a thumb subconsciously running along the velvet coated boning of the corset as he searched your eyes. Conclusive that nothing was outwardly wrong, he let you go.

"Save me the last dance," he said, eyes bright under the golden light.

You smiled tightly. As you departed, you called over your shoulder: "no promises."

———————

The corset was feeling tighter by the passing second.

You were stood at the donations table, where guests could anonymously place their contributions to the charity of their choice. And the numbers people were dropping, casually, like it was nothing...

Of course, you understood that it was everything. These children needed it. But you had wanted to donate something too, and you felt disheartened by the ever climbing amount of money they placed.

It helped to have deep pockets, but yours were shallow. A contribution was a contribution, though, and every cent counted.

Tentatively, you picked up the engraved golden fountain pen that had probably just been discarded by Elon Musk, and shakily scrawled your number down.

A low whistle from behind you nearly made you leap out of your skin. Turning, you shot a burning glare to Sebastian, who had just arrived. He had spotted you, and promptly came over to hover over your shoulder.

"That's quite a sum of money," he commented.

"I'm sorry that not all of us fought a giant grape in the world's highest grossing film of all time, but I'm doing what I can," you growled back.

"Easy, tiger," he said, hands up in surrender. "That's not what I meant."

You had known what he meant, just given the admiration on his face. He was pleasantly surprised and appreciated your effort, even if it didn't even come close to the lowest bid the others had laid.

You supposed you were just irritated – irritated you couldn't do more, that you hadn't done more. That you were at this event that you clearly shouldn't be at. An event that Lily would've shone by Chris' side at.

"I'm sorry," you sighed. Sebastian wasn't deserving of your bark nor bite. You decided a joking remark would ease the tension. "These are meant to be done anonymously, you know."

"Yeah, but everyone drunkenly boasts about it eventually. Especially the older ones," he said, sliding easily past you to place his own money. You didn't look at the number – it felt like it would cheapen the act of charity.

He led you to the bar, where Mackie had struck up a conversation with Scarlett. It was nice to see them all again, familiar faces in a sea of unknowns.

Scarlett stunned in a subdued midnight blue – pantsuit snug on her form in suggestion of a good tailor – her hair falling around her shoulders, lips painted a red reminiscent of her name.

She brightened when she saw you, immediately roping you into a perfume scented hug. "Oh, thank God, save me from him."

You laughed softly into her hair. "I'm sorry, but once he's got his hooks in, there's no letting go."

"You got that right." Anthony pulled you into a hug of his own once Scarlett released you. "How're you doing, girl?"

You waved off his concern as he scanned your face. "I'm fine."

"You having a fun time third wheeling?" Scarlett sipped her cocktail, imprinting a perfect red stain on the rim. There was a sparkle in her eyes, and you just knew.

"Oh no..."

"Oh yes," Anthony chuckled.

"You've all seen it?" Your eyes rested on Sebastian when you asked, who had his elbows propped on the bar, waiting for his drink. He was the only one who hadn't admitted to it yet.

"It's all I can see every time I open any social media," he grinned, nodding to the bartender in thanks when the drink was served. "Congratulations, you're an overnight national treasure."

Anthony raised his glass in toast to you. "To {your name}."

The clink of Scarlett's glass against Anthony's really drove the slow embarrassment creeping across your cheeks. "Not the hero we needed."

"But the hero we deserved," finished Sebastian.

"You rehearsed this, didn't you?" You groaned. You reached for Sebastian's freshly poured drink. "What is that?"

"Bourbon... Why do you–? Hey!"

You had promptly taken the glass from him at the mention of hard liquor and threw it back, embracing the burn the alcohol consumed your throat in.

"That's the spirit," Anthony winked.

Seb was pouting, mournfully staring at the crystal tumbler you had returned to his reaching hand. "I just got that..."

While Sebastian ordered another – and a drink for you specifically, so as to prevent further robbery – Scarlett leaned closer to you. "Where are the first and second wheels anyway? I haven't seen the first, and have yet to meet the second."

"The first is over there," you pointed him out once you'd spotted him in the crowd. "And the second, well... She's–"

And in your surprise, you abruptly cut yourself short. Because gliding through the doors was a woman looking every bit as beautiful as how one would perceive a real life Disney princess, clad in sweeping pale pink chiffon that shimmered with every movement, hair coiled in perfect ringlets and held in place with jeweled flower hairpins. She was breathtaking.

"Well, she just walked in."

———————

You stood in the back garden, the scent of roses mixing with salt spray. Overlooking the sea, you were perched at the edge of the cliff, watching the water smash against the unmoving rocks.

You had endured as much as you possibly could. You watched them dance together, sweeping across the marble floors in perfect harmony. The first time, you'd admit it was beautiful. The second, you were clutching your drink a little tighter. The third dance had you finding solace on the balcony halfway through, picking idly at the rose petals that climbed up the trellis in thorny vines.

It was the speech that made you reach your tipping point.

Guilt swamped you – this was Chris' big moment, and you were guilty that you weren't there to celebrate it with him. As a friend does. As a friend should.

But it was so difficult, seeing him up there, with her by his side. She held herself perfectly, back straight, chin tilted, poised – regal.

Your suspicions were confirmed: Lily was perfectly suited to this world. To this life. She fit in.

And she was funny – interjecting lighthearted commentary into Chris' speech with witty remarks that didn't interrupt him nor detract from the sincerity of his words in the slightest, but sent light bubbling laughter scattering across the crowd, warming them to her presence. And after every comment like that, he would look at her with the softest of smiles, adoration etched on his face. And there were a lot of comments.

They were so perfectly charming together. You had to leave.

Your departure wasn't noticed, and your presence wasn't missed.

You had stopped a passing waiter for a glass of champagne, and made your way back to the balcony. It was there that you noticed the cliff edge, moonlight glinting off the ink spill sea.

Making your way down marble steps, the clicking of your heels signifying your descent, you found solace in the silence the grass granted your footsteps.

The hem of your long skirts dragged across the dew ridden grass, and for a moment, you could imagine that you, yourself, were a princess.

A princess without a prince.

You had no intention of doing anything rash. You just wanted to watch the waves.

And so you did, the repetitive crush of water against stone lulling you into a hypnotic state. It was calming – seeing something so constant in these turbulent times.

But as you so feared, time alone meant time to think. And the past week crashed on you, simultaneous with the dreadful depths below.

All the emotions that had been lurking, had been building up – all the emotions that you hadn't allowed yourself to feel; resentment, pain, jealousy, and above it all, heartaching love – began to bubble up in your throat, and from inside you could hear the beginning scatter of applause, and as it crescendoed into a thunder you let loose a gutwrenching scream.

You would have no indication of how far it would travel, that mournful wail of yours.

But you screamed, and screamed, your voice hoarse.

You screamed until you felt tears in your eyes.

You heard, faintly, a glass shatter, and you felt a sharp sting that almost immediately numbed itself, and still you screamed, until your throat was raw, and you could taste blood on your tongue.

Exhausted, you dropped to your knees. And still, inside, the applause continued, unconcerned with your traumas.

Breathing heavily, you came back to yourself. And when you did, pain flooded you.

Not emotional, no, that had already been carried away on the night air – leaving you numb in your bones.

But a searing, stinging pain in your hand.

In the darkness of the night, the blood looked black, rivalling the black sea. You had broken the glass in your hand with the fury of your cry, and when you turned to inspect it, little shards of glass were still seen to be peering through before being consumed by the champagne mixed gore.

"FUCK!" The word was drawn out in a wrenching croaked sob, and you held your hand before you, ripped out of your complacency with sheer agony.

You don't know how long you sat there, just staring at your hand, watching the blood trickle. All you knew was that you were shivering by the time Scarlett found you, crimson staining your dress – turning the violet to black. The smell of metal was heavy on the air, mingled with champagne and sea.

"{Your name?}" Scarlett called to you. Her muted steps were signalled by the rustling of grass as she drew closer. "{Your name}, are you..."

And then she saw your face. And then your hand. And she was sprinting to you, panic in her eyes, careless of her heels.

"Jesus fucking Christ, {your name}, are you okay? Holy shit, fuck, hold on, let's just get you–ANTHONY!"

She had landed on her knees beside you, cradling your hand as a slew of profanities left her lips before ultimately calling for assistance.

Anthony came running. "What? What is it?!" A sharp intake of breath. "What the fuck happened?"

You barely registered Anthony's suit jacket being wrapped around your shoulders. The shock had rendered you catatonic. "It was an accident," you said dumbly.

"Help me get her up, we need to get her some medical attention."

Scarlett did as instructed, their otherwise warm hands perceiving to your icy skin as scorching. When you stood, you noticed your knees were soaked through from dew, mud clinging to the now ruined dress. You felt sorrow, but that was quickly consumed by vacancy. You weren't sure what you preferred – feeling everything or nothing at all.

Anthony had his arm around your shoulder, Scarlett holding you up by the elbow of the arm that was uninjured as they guided you back inside, careful with their steps. It was a snail's pace, your legs barely working and them having to compensate for it.

"What happened?" The question on everyone's minds left Sebastian's lips.

"We don't know, we just found her like this," Anthony said. So often quick with a joke and smile, Anthony was grave in his delivery now. "Take her to a hospital, get her hand fixed up, get her home."

Sebastian nodded, sliding Anthony's blazer off of you to return it to its owner before replacing it with his own. He took you under his arm in a protective embrace. You were keeping to the edges of the party, not wanting to draw any attention. You kept your head ducked, just watching more and more blood pool in your cupped hand, watching, waiting for it to overflow, fascinated by it.

The commotion that began at your slow departure drew you out of your reverie.

Chris – having seen his friends clustered together, air clouding them tense – was stalking to where you all stood.

"What happened?" You heard again, and unfortunately not for the last time. The doctor would ask the same question a little later. "Fuck, {your name}. Let me take you home."

The way your shoulders stiffened was not lost on Anthony.

"I think you've done enough," he said coolly, holding up a hand to halt Chris' advances. "Sebastian is going to take her home, come talk to me when you've figured things out."

Chris was dumbstruck by the sudden change in demeanor. "Anthony–"

"No!" He snapped. "Tonight isn't about you. The Chris I know would've respected that."

"Not here," a strong voice interjected. You all turned to see Lily approaching the small circle that had formed around the unravelling drama. Guilt was thick in your throat. Tonight was in celebration of a fundraiser for children, and you'd single handedly ruined it. "Not tonight. Not here, not now."

She strode over to you, separating Anthony and Chris in the process. They still stared each other down.

She took a hold of your hand, surprisingly tender in direct opposition to the subdued fury in her voice. Concern overtook her as she addressed Sebastian. "You get her to a doctor, and you make sure she gets home safe."

And with one scathing gaze to the guests, the crowd dissipated.

"Lily–" Chris started, but was cut off when that same scathing look was turned on him.

"I don't know what's happening here, but fix it. Anthony is one of your best friends. So is {your name}. Remember that."

At her departure, Anthony summoned Chris outside onto the balcony to continue the conversation privately.

"I know how much she means to you, Chris. And I know I make my jokes, have my fun. You know what I think, I've never once tried to hide it. But you need to let her go. You can't have both."

And then Chris Evans – forever stoic – crumbled. His body wracked with sobs and tears fell freely down his face. Anthony pulled Chris to him, allowing his friend to cry into his shoulder. It was a hard thing to watch – a strong man falling apart.

"It just hurts so much," he garbled out, muffled by Anthony's dress shirt.

"I know it does."

A moment passed as Chris dissolved. Then, resolutely, he straightened.

"You're right," Chris breathed in deeply, gathering himself. "It's not about me."

He withdrew from Anthony, wiping the tears away quickly with his palm. And like a storm, the calm that settled was instantaneous. You would've never even known he had broken if not for the red rimming his eyes.

"Here's some great advice from a great man I once knew: you might have one thing in your head, but the things you're doing don't lead you down that road, necessarily. When you're young, you don't want to hear that. You think you can do everything, be all things."

It was cryptic, but the meaning was clear. Chris would have to choose. He couldn't be with Lily and keep you around. Not because he knew how you felt – he certainly didn't – but because of the way he did. You'd been an expert at masking your emotions, so much so that you'd shattered like that champagne flute, so desperately wanting him to be happy in spite of his choice.

"Who said that?" Chris asked, smiling mournfully. He already knew. "Shakespeare?"

"No. A much greater man. I like to keep him close when I can."

———————

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Sebastian finally said. The drive to the hospital was done in sombre silence, and, when you'd returned to his side in the waiting room, he had merely taken you under his arm again to guide you to the car. "But just know that I'm here to talk. If you want to."

"It was an accident," you said simply. And it was. Of that, you were certain. You had just gotten carried away with your release, and unfortunately, the glass was a casualty.

You watched as the lights flew past the window against which your head leaned. Sebastian didn't speak again until you were pulling up the long driveway of Chris' house. Forever Chris' house, never quite yours.

"Okay."

And that was the end of the conversation.

When you entered, Dodger immediately sensed the mood. He pushed his head into your hand, whining softly. His large, brown eyes even asked it. "What happened?"

"Hey, Dodge," you croaked. You wouldn't be surprised if your voice was gone by morning.

Sebastian helped you remove your dress, and turned his back to you while you dressed. You harshly tugged the makeup from your face single handedly with a wipe, your other hand secured in a bandage.

It wasn't until Sebastian had tucked you into bed that you asked him to stay.

You sounded so small, so childlike just then. He stared at you for the longest time, hovering between rejection and acceptance. There must've been something in your expression, a small plea reaching out for him, and he softened, a tender smile on his face.

He was reluctant, you knew that. But you selfishly didn't want to be alone, and he was there.

He kicked his shoes off, removing his tie before sliding into bed beside you.

"Tell me a story."

"I don't know many stories. I know some in Romanian from my childhood, but–"

"Tell me those."

So he did. You didn't understand a single word, but that was fine. You drifted off to sleep, Sebastian's melodic tale guiding you to rest.

And when Chris returned home later that night, he came to check on you – only to find you sleeping peacefully beside another man.

He knew then that he didn't need to make a choice; you'd already made it for him.

[heymacy]

the club diaries: chapter one ✍🏼

if you didn’t know, i recently got a job as a cocktail waitress at a strip club. a friend from my day job got me an interview there for bartending, but since i’ve only waitressed in the past i’m starting there and then will train along the way.

if you told me a year ago that i’d be working in a strip club part time, i’d have assumed i was hallucinating, so this is an entirely new experience for me and i thought i’d share stories about the job with y’all since i’m sure there will be many.

my first night, i got there early to fill out my tax paperwork and get my uniform. once i was dressed, my friend (we’ll call her E) had me shadow her for the rest of the night, helping her with tables and orders.

before i got this job, i had been to a strip club one time in my entire life. it was almost an entire decade ago, when I was 18, and i went with my boyfriend at the time and our mutual best friend. a stripper named hunter put her face in my boobs and it was definitely a, uh, memorable experience.

i’ve also never been to a club or a bar, in the traditional sense. it was never my scene, i don’t really drink alcohol, and my only friends have always been neurodivergent homebodies like me.

then, all of a sudden, i’m in a corset with my boobs front and center and fake eyelashes to the heavens pouring shots of overpriced Grey Goose vodka for middle-aged men in button-down shirts. culture shock? yeah.

but to be honest? it’s not that different from my other job

let me explain. at our day job, even though we work in different departments, E and i deal with rude people, angry people, sometimes even violent people. we have to think on our feet and problem solve and placate the customer until someone in upper management can slide in and either solve the problem entirely or escort them out of the store. the exact same is true at the club. in fact, i was told by three people during my first shift that if anyone ever does anything that makes me uncomfortable, like touching me without my permission or making lewd comments, it’s 100% okay and encouraged to tell them to fuck off. at my day job, i’m not allowed to do that, so it’s actually nice to know i have that option if things get dicey.

and that’s the thing: things get dicey at both jobs. just the other day, at my day job, a man came in high on coke and meth with a switchblade and tried stealing a tablet from the electronics department by cutting the security tag. when it didn’t work, his high ass came over to my department, slammed the knife down on the table, and demanded to speak with a manager while muttering incoherently under his breath.

the entire world, every single part of it, is deeply and utterly bizarre.

the first night was pretty simple, just shadowing E and helping her with her tables. we spent a lot of time taking orders since it was a busy night, but the computer system was glitching a lot so there was a lot of standing around, waiting for credit cards to process, waiting for the POS system to reboot. i got there around 9:30 and i was there until about 3am. the next night i went in around 10 and worked on my own until about 5:30. at one point i was awake for a grand total of 42 hours and was fully convinced i was losing my mind and becoming irreparably insane. turns out sleep depravation doesn’t agree with me - who knew?

overall, i was surprised by how laid back it was. like yes, it’s crazy in a lot of ways. flashing lights, boobs everywhere, smoke and alcohol and cologne flowing through the room, loud music, people yelling at each other, etc. think, the jersey shore crew on a night out at karma, only with actual strippers.

i’m also surprised by how comfortable i felt in my uniform. i’d never struggled with my weight until i turned 22, and i just recently lost about 45 pounds due to illness, so my body image has been a little wonky as of late. however, i was a musical theatre kid (shut up) and honestly, i wore an outfit just as scandalous when we did a rendition of “hey big spender” from sweet charity (a musical that’s literally about nightclub dancers, by the way). so quite frankly, i’ve been rather comfortable in the skrimpy little outfit, which is surprising even to me.

anyway, so far things are going well. i anticipate drama, and chaos, and there’s already been some, but that’s ultimately the reality of every job ever. at my day job, the drama is insubordination and return policies and angry Karens. at my club job, the drama is “why does a vodka cranberry cost $16?” and “this guy is drunk, call security” and to be honest? it’s less emotionally exhausting to explain overpriced alcohol to a slimy dude in a suit than it is to explain to a Karen why she can’t return the clothes she bought at walmart to our store, because we’re not walmart. 🙄

my next shift is tomorrow night at 11, and i’ll be there until the wee hours of the morning on thursday. thankfully, there won’t be a repeat of this weekend, since i’m completely free from both jobs on thursday and friday.

i’ll be making these posts every once in a while if i have any interesting stories or anecdotes to share, but feel free to ask me questions any time, and i’ll answer them as best as i can!

oh also, my wife is keeping all the cash tips i earn in a shoebox and wasn’t too amused when i referred to it as the “titty money box” lmao

anyway, here’s some photos of my uniform. thank you god or whoever for my boobs, they cause me tremendous back pain but i can hold $120 in cash, a cell phone, three pens, and a stack of napkins in there without being detected. so. pretty neat trick.

macy and her boobs, signing off for now ✨

[cynic-spirit]

The Poem Series (30) Control Is Just A Myth– John Wick Mature**

All Previous parts here

The following morning Diana wakes up after John. When she goes to the kitchen, she can already smell fresh breakfast and coffee. Diana greets John,

Good Morning John

Good morning love

Diana clears her throat ..

Good Morning what John?

John realizes what she meant. He corrects himself.

Good Morning Professor.

Now John if you repeat it, I will have to punish you, remember that.

Yes professor.

Serve me breakfast.

Yes Professor.

John serves her breakfast and is about to sit with her then realizes, he smiles and asks her.

May I sit professor?

Yes you can John. No talking during eating John.

Yes Professor.

John and Diana eat their break fast in silence. John has never felt so turned on by being at her beck and call. Years and years of control has gotten to him, and he just does not want to think anymore. He knows, deep down, this is what he wants and would love to make her happy.

Thank you for the breakfast John, I am going to get ready now.

Yes professor.

Diana goes to get ready. So far, this is going well, she thinks. A part of her is also enjoying dominating the powerful assassin. She knew it was important for John. In many cases, the male will seek out a strong dominant female who will allow him to reverse roles from what he is normally used to on a daily basis.  He is looking for someone who will take control.  Someone, who will tell him what to do, and control his every action,   Someone, who will put him “in his place’, and show him who is the boss.  Someone who will relieve him of all decision making and responsibility.  He is seeking someone who will give him orders, and will punish him when he falls short of her expectations. She wore her stockings and dress after bath and came up with pushing it a little more. When she came out of her room all ready for the day she found John sitting on one of the couches. She sat in front of him and decided to play her own little game of domineering him.

She wanted to see how John would react.  She gradually kept pulling on my dress until the hem was up above the tops of her stockings, and some of the garter belt was exposed for view. John tried to act like he didn’t notice, but it was obvious that his eyes kept darting back and forth between table in front of him, and her nylon clad legs.  It was a good sign she remembered as per reading in the book, and told her that yes, he liked what he saw. 

The view from John’s large French Window was beautiful, but by now, John was more enthralled with the view of her legs than the majestic view of nature in front of them.  It wasn’t long before he reached over, and casually hovered his hand on the top of her leg but then remembered the order.

May I touch professor? He asked.  

He tried to act very composed, but it was obvious to her that she was getting the desired reaction out of him from her actions. 

Yes You May John

Diana lets his hand caress her nylon clad leg, and slowly move up towards her crotch.  Just as he inched closer to the treasure hidden under my dress, she said “So, you like my legs?”

He was caught off guard, and tried to get out the words without stuttering that yes, he thought her legs were very beautiful.  Diana figured that she’d press him further, and asked him if he liked a woman who wears nylons and garter belts, instead of pantyhose.  He almost turned bright red.  He obviously wasn’t expecting that question.  He finally admitted that yes, he thought that the nylons and garter belt combination were much more exciting and sexy than pantyhose. Diana smiled and let him move his hand further up her thigh until his hand was totally in between my legs, and he was caressing her mound through her sheer panties.  While his hand rubbed her crotch, she leaned over and placed her lips. on his.  It was a very long passionate kiss.  As they began to move our tongues into each other’s mouth, she placed my hand over his crotch.  It was obvious that John was very excited judging from the bulge in his pants.

After a few more very passionate kisses, she lifted his hand from her crotch, and said “I think you should now drop me to college now John”.

John looked at her with pleading eyes but did not argue.

And John…no touching yourself till I come back or without my permission.

There was no argument out of him.  He immediately started the car, and headed to the college.  It was also obvious that he was driving a lot faster going back to town, than he ever did.

Diana carries on her day as usual. She orders John not to come pick her up, she would come in a taxi. When she comes back she looks at John who is cooking in the kitchen. Diana greets John with a kiss on his arm and asks him to continue his cooking while she freshens up. She has something in mind. While John was in the kitchen working on the bottle of wine, she went to her bedroom and changed into a more seductive outfit that she had bought today with Skylar’s help.  She figured that she’d hit him with something a little sensuous, and see how he would react.  She shed her dress, and changed into a black corset, which accentuated her bosom and curves, and matched the stockings and heels which she wore. 

She also added a leather collar, just for a special touch.  Looking in the mirror, she decided that the outfit went very well with the garters, stockings, and high heels, and should blow him away. When she returned to the kitchen, and he turned around, Diana got just the reaction she had hoped for.  His eyes almost popped out of his head, and he almost dropped the bottle of wine on the floor. 

“Wow”, was all he said. 

She said “I assume you like it!” “Bring that bottle of wine and the glasses into the living room, and pour me a glass”. 

It was more of a command than a request, and he quickly carried them into the living room.  She sat down in a recliner, and pointed to the end table near me, indicating where he should place the wine.  He immediately picked up the bottle, poured a glass, and handed it to me.  “Very Good”, she said.  “Now pull that ottoman over her, and sit by me, after you pour yourself a glass”.

There was no argument on his part.  He immediately pulled the stool over in front of her recliner and sat next to her.  They made some more small talk. 

While they talked, it was very obvious to Diana that he could not remove his eyes from her breasts which were pushed up by the corset, or her nylon covered legs.  Finally, she decided to see how far she could push his submissive side today.

“I’d really like it if you would massage my legs”, she said.  “Why don’t you start down at my ankles?” She didn’t even have to ask twice.  John immediately slipped his body off the ottoman, knelt down on the floor in front of her and began rubbing her ankles.  She could see that John was already very excited.  As he worked his hands up her legs, caressing both of them, She told him that it would be nice if he would also kiss her legs.  “Yes professor” he said and once again, he quickly responded by placing soft passionate kisses on her legs. She allowed him to work his way up to the top of her thighs, and then she gently pushed his head back down all the way to the tips of her stiletto heels. 

“That was nice John, but this time I’d like you to start at my heels, and work your way up”. 

She guided him by raising one of her heels and pushing the tip of the stiletto up to his mouth.  He instinctively allowed me to push the heel into his mouth, and began kissing it. 

. “Good Boy John”, she said.  “You can now work your way back up my legs”.  As he started kissing her legs once again, she noticed that the bulge in his sweatpants was bigger than ever.  This time when John reached the top of her thighs, she spread my legs apart, placed her hand on his head, and pushed his mouth between her legs.  He knew what to do right away.  He pushed the fabric of her thin thong to the side, and he slid his tongue over her clit. 

“That’s good John”, Diana said.  “Show me how much you want to make love to me”. 

That’s all she had to say.  He quickly began pushing his tongue into her vagina, sucking on her clitoris, and licking her passionately. As John worked his tongue and mouth at a faster rate, Diana began pressing her body against his mouth, harder and harder.  She was very glad to see that he knew how to please a woman with his mouth.  That is a most important trait.  She soon experienced an explosive orgasm, and held onto his head, pulled his long black hair, pressing him even tighter between her legs. When she finally released his head, and allowed him to come up for some air, it was very obvious that he was extremely excited. She gave him a long passionate kiss, and pulled his head against her breasts.

“Would you like more John?” Diana asks and John in his breathless way says, “yes, professor”

Diana decided to see how far she could push him tonight. She got up from the recliner, took him by the hand, and told him to follow her.  She led him into their bedroom, where she told him to remove all his clothing.  As he was removing his clothes, she made it a little difficult for him, by running her hands over his body.  When he took his t-shirt off, she placed her mouth over one of his nipples and began to suck on it.  The reaction was just what she expected.  He began to shiver, and let out a low moan. Once he had removed his underwear, she slid her hand down, and took a hold of his cock.  It was getting bigger by the minute.  She turned her attention to his other nipple, and ran her tongue over it, while she massaged his cock.  Soon his cock got hard as a rock, and his body was going limp as putty in her hands.  She guided his naked body back towards the bed, and pushed him onto it. Diana then reached into the end table next to the bed, and took out a blindfold which she slid over his head.  John moaned “Oh god!Diana..” then immediately corrected himself, “Sorry professor” . 

“Don’t worry”, Diana said.

“I want you to just enjoy the pleasure I am going to give you.  You gave me an awesome orgasm, and now I am going to return the favor to you! Now hands on the bed, no moving John, no moving hands from the bed”

“Yes professor”

Diana kissed him, and began running her hands all over his chest, and then down his body to his thighs, and eventually to his groin area.  While she licked his nipples, she rubbed his balls, and massaged his cock.  When she was sure that he had let his defenses down, she ran her hands up both his arms, pushing them towards the head of the bed, where she already had a pair of handcuffs attached to the headboard. She took one of his wrists, slid it into the handcuff and locked it.  Before he even could react, She got his other wrist locked into the second handcuff.  Diana told him.  “I think you’ll enjoy what I have in mind!”  Also to reassure him, she kissed him, and slipped her tongue into his mouth, while she ran her fingertips seductively all over his body.

Throughout this ordeal, John was reduced to a whimpering mess. He had no idea what to feel, all he could feel was pleasure. He could not think straight, he enjoyed being at her mercy, he was at her mercy, and he would love to be in this position forever.

[cryinginthesewingroom]

I finished my corset! I’m very happy with it and I think the size is actually just right! I might, maybe, slim the wiast a little because the end touch when I tighten it all the way. I decided not to add a lining because it was just impossible to do it properly. I think It would be better if I piece the lining together instead of using the pattern. I Honestly didn’t really think it was necessary and I kind of like seeing my work on the inside. It reminds me of what I have accomplished! I’ve been trying to find a suitable fabric for my 18th century dress (what I will be starting on next) but I cannot find anything suitable. I could purchase reproduction fabric from a shop in Sweden but it’s too expensive. I’m trying to find a suitable dupe but I’ve looked in my local fabric shops and at the stores selling bedding and none of them have anything that could pass. They all have very modern prints. I do have some bedsheets I bought from Ikea and while it’s also a very modern print, I feel like it might be a really fun result. I have some left over fabrics in my stash but I think none of them have enough fabric left for what this project requires. I do have some nice plain yellow linen that might be enough but I kind of what to keep that for next summer so i can make a nice summer dress out of it. I should follow my gut and just use the Ikea fabric!