#the queue after you get off the elevator

[beardedmrbean]

MOZU STUDIOS

[bbyquokka]

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pairing: hwang hyunjin x fem reader

genre: smut – MDNI

synopsis: you find a way to make more money not realising hyunjin is doing the same

warnings: smut, established relationship, distribution of explicate content (pics) online, sex work (onlyfans), taking videos during explicate moments (everything is consensual), oral sex (m rec), pussy drunk hyunjin, unprotected sex, cum eating, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, cream pie, pet names, word 'girl' is used.

words: 3.3k ~ (3300)

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desperate calls calls for desperate measures and that's exactly what you have done.

money is tight. you barely have enough to make ends meet. once you have paid rent, electric and water bills, you have just enough for groceries. 

you soon grew tired of struggling. you don't like asking for help because you've been taught that it's a sign of weakness, plus, having to ask people for money isn't necessarily a smooth nor nice thing to ask for.

your boyfriend, hyunjin, is also in the same boat as you. he left his small town to live in the big city thinking nothing of it, until he realised how expensive it is. you both live on the same apartment block, just across the hallway from one another.

a cliché series of events happened that brought you both together. you've spoken to each other for months but it was nothing but a simple “hello” and small talk in the complex elevator. however, on this one faithful (and unlucky) day, did everything change.

one thing happened after another. a series of unfortunate events. your pay check hadn't come through and you needed that considering you were behind on the rent. luckily for you, the landlord is a kind and understanding person so he gave you some time.

after being on the phone for three hours, listening to the same elevator music whilst being on hold, you got no where, which naturally, lead to your frustration. you decided to just get on with your day, shop for groceries so that's at least one thing you don't have to worry about.

that didn't go as planned.

you went over budget. you didn't realise that the cost of living would also affect the price of food. you had so little groceries for such a high price, food that wouldn't last a week and to top it off, paper bags are now the new thing which you don't mind however, they're flimsy and weak.

on your way home, it started to rain. the rain was heavy, bouncing off the pavement and passing vehicles. you're pretty sure you got splashed by a car or two but you couldn't tell considering your jeans were soaked and sticking to your legs with your socks soaking up all the water from the hole in your beaten down trainers.

you got to the revolving doors of the complex. as if on queue, the flimsy paper bag broke resulting in all your groceries falling onto the pavement. you wanted to cry, to curse at the world for having such a bad day but a knight in shining armour came to your rescue.

hyunjin saw what had happened. he saw how soaked you looked, how your t-shirt was see through, jeans darkened in colour as your hair dripped with water. he looked at your sullen and defeated expression and felt sorry for you. he also felt something else for you, but now was not the right time to be having thoughts, especially when you looked so defeated and desperate for help.

he helped you. he gathered up your groceries and helped you to your apartment door, for you to find out that you lost your apartment keys–somehow. all you could do was laugh because if you didn't laugh, you'd cry.

hyunjin was nothing but helpful to you that day. he let you crash at his place, use his shower and dress in his clothing. you slept on the sofa and helped around the apartment for him such as cooking and cleaning, almost like husband and wife–almost.

since then, you two have been together as well as inseparable. you hate to ask for money. you always feel like you always have bad luck and well, it sucks.

you need money and you need it fast. your dead end job barely pays enough. as well as needing the money, you also want money because you want to buy yourself nice things. fund your little hobbies and dress up in nice clothing. buy what you want, when you want and not have to worry or feel guilty when you spend money on luxuries.

you came across an article about how much someone earns in a month just from subscriptions on onlyfans. after some research you learnt that onlyfans is a place for sexual photos and videos with people paying a subscription fee to ‘unlock’ and see the explicit content.

you thought about it, long and hard. for days and days you thought. the more you thought, the more you wanted to do it. if all you had to do was take a few explicit photos of yourself and not have to worry about money for years, then so be it.

what you didn't bank on, was your boyfriend to find out.

“how did you–?” you blink at hyunjin. his phone facing in your direction. your onlyfans profile staring right back at you. the colour drains from your cheeks, heart thumping against your chest.

it was supposed to be a calm and collective movie night. hyunjin wanted company, he phoned you up and you said yes, of course! you went to use the bathroom and within minutes, you came back to the living area to this.

“i knew it was you! i recognise those breasts anywhere!” hyunjin says with a chuckle as he turns his phone back to himself. his thumb swiping up his screen as he checks out your content.

you blink a few times. confusion as well as a million questions swim around in your head. he's not angry at you and that's confusing you.

“you have to send me this one, damn!” hyunjin groans as he shows you your topless mirror selfie. after a few more blinks, you suddenly come back down to earth. realisation hitting you.

“wait. all my content is locked behind a subscription fee.”

“yeah, i know.”

“so you paid to see my photos??” you say as you sit down on the sofa beside him. he hums, shrugging and giving you a nod. “why? how? are you not mad?”

“i was browsing the site and came across your profile, so i paid the fee to see what spicy content you have.” hyunjin smirks. his whole demeanour throwing you off massively. “plus, why would i be mad when i do the same thing.”

“oh i don't kn–wait, what?” hyunjin's cheeks turn a faint pink colour. he looks at you and grins before laughing at your shocked expression.

“i do it too. would be pretty hypocritical of me to be mad at you for doing what i do.”

“wait so, you also take pictures of yourself too?”

“yeah with the occasional video.”

“what type of videos?” hyunjin puts his phone down before leaning back with his legs spread.

“i jerk off. ”

“and people like that?” hyunjin nods. “more than the pics?”

“depends. everyone has different tastes in what they like.”

“why did you start doing this..?”

“why did you?”

“because i needed the money. my dead end job barely pays enough for this overpriced apartment. once everything is paid for, i barely have enough for myself. i just wanted that bit extra.”

“that's the reason why i started too. i underestimated how expensive living in the city is. now i earn enough to the point where, i don't have to do it. i just do it for fun.”

you look away. everything slowly sinking in. so many thoughts and feelings such as relief, washing over you. you feel close to tears. all those hours you spent awake in bed, feeling shackled with fear–worthless.

“hey.” hyunjin speaks softly, his hand coming into contact with your chin to turn it so you're looking at him “are you ok yn?”

“yeah.. yeah! it's just a lot to take in, that's all.” you laugh softly, leaning into his touch.

“was you worried about me finding out?”

“fuck yeah! stuff like this isn't very appreciated by many people. i was scared you'd judge me or worse; hate me.”

“oh baby. i could never hate you. i love you, plus you do whatever you like. i don't care as long as you're safe.”

“thank you.”

“plus, this just means we can start doing things together. if you want to, that is.”

“you mean as in..?” hyunjin licks his lips and smirks as he slowly nods his head. “like what?”

“well, you can suck my cock for starters. i think that'd be a great introduction video.”

“y-you mean, right now?” you bite your bottom lip gently as hyunjin runs his fingers through your hair, stopping at the back of your head. he gathers a bunch of hair and tugs at the roots causing you to hiss.

“yes, right now. be a good girl and put that mouth of yours to good use.” with a single nod and a hum, you shuffle off the sofa and between hyunjin's legs.

you lick your lips at the sight of his already erect penis that's happily forming a tent in his sweat pants. you grab the waistband, hyunjin lifting up his hips as you pull the fabric down his legs.

you squeeze your thighs together as you press the palm of your hand against his bulge, roughly. you begin to palm him, starting off slow and steady before picking up the pace once you feel him twitch.

all the while, hyunjin has grabbed his phone and started to record you. he makes sure not to get your face into the shot. you slowly trace the outline of his penis with your fingernail, before giving a few rough squeezes at the tip.

“let's not keep the people waiting baby. hurry up.” 

you grab the waistband of his boxer shorts, pulling them down his legs to pool alongside with his sweats. his erection springs free, hyunjin making sure he catches it on camera, releasing a satisfactory hum.

you lick your lips hungrily, loving the red blush on his tip and the shimmer of pre-cum that seeps from his slit. you wrap your hand around the base, his girth too thick for your hand to wrap all the way around. 

“look at that. your hand looks so small wrapped around my thick cock.” he hums. you whimper softly at his dirty talk, something you've never experienced from hyunjin before. it's clear he is playing up to the camera, being a bit extra for the sake of the content–but you love it so much and want more.

hyunjin runs his fingers through your hair slowly, his fingertips massaging your scalp. he pushes the back of your head towards him, stopping when you're eye level with his cock. you rub his tip suddenly with the pad of your thumb, fast and harsh–just the way he likes it.

if hyunjin wants to put on a show, then a show he shall get.

his hips suddenly buck upwards at the harsh rubs. your thumb coating in his pre-cum. hyunjin stutters and legs shake, hand quick to release from your hair to grab your wrist to make you stop.

he heavily pants, a thin sheen of sweat resting on his forehead. you look up at him innocently but give him a quick smirk.

“you cheeky girl.” he grunts. you batter your eyelashes at him in a sickly sweet manor. the innocent, sweet expression on your face making hyunjin want to dirty you and mark you as his territory.

“suck.” you shiver at the harshness of his tone. a dominant tone that screams ‘don't mess with me.’ you nod once, parting your lips to allow your tongue to slide out and make contact with the underside of his shaft.

you give it a long, slow lick to the tip, using the tip of your tongue to poke and lick his slit. pre-cum gathers on your tongue as you flatten and swirl it around his tip.

hyunjin hums softly, spreading his legs wider and sinking into the material of the sofa. his head kicks back as his eyes close, his black permed hair falling behind him.

you wrap your lips around him, suckling on his tip whilst swirling your tongue around it a few more times to get it soaked in your saliva. you lazily stroke the base, occasionally rolling and squeezing his balls.

you embrace his length by engulfing it. the warmth and wetness of your mouth sends shivers down to hyunjin's balls and cock, making him twitch in your mouth. you hum around his length which makes hyunjin shiver and part his lips to let out soft moans and grunts.

your eyes flutter shut. you allow yourself to focus and get lost in pleasuring your boyfriend. his breathy pants and moans in the form of your name encourages you. you manage to get half his length, if not a little more, in your mouth but not without gagging a few times and feeling like you cannot breath.

saliva accumulates and drips from the stretched corners of your mouth. it gathers and pools at the base, coating your hand and making it uncomfortable for you. you swallow the saliva, swallowing him in the process. throat clenching around his thick cock causes hyunjin to gasp out loud. 

he looks down at you, phone still being held at a decent length considering the current state he is in. he grabs a fistful of your hair, bundling it up to yank at. you let out a pained whimper, eyes squeezing shut.

wet, sloppy sounds paired with the occasional pop when you release him from you mouth mixes in the living area. hyunjin can't control his moaning. your spit and tear stained face a stark contrast to your usual innocent and clean look.

he just wants to dirty you even more.

“i can never get over how fucking good you are at giving head, yn.” 

you smirk, giving him a simple hum before engulfing his length again. you suck, lick, fondle and hum causing hyunjin to come closer and closer to the edge. his grip on your hair tightening, his balls straining as heat pools to the pit of his stomach.

“fuck, cum. i'm going to cum yn, shit.” hyunjin splutters. his hips buck up suddenly, tip hitting the back of your throat causing you to gag as his fluids shoot and coat your throat. he heavily pants, body twitching and muscles spasming.

you swallow the best you can, pulling away to lick his tip and your lips clean. 

“shit..” hyunjin pants, stopping the recording and putting his phone down. “that was fucking amazing.”

“seems like you enjoyed it a bit too much hyun.” you smirk, eyes flickering to his still hardened cock.

without a word, hyunjin rises to his feet and picks you up in one swift motion. he walks to the bedroom, opening the door and throwing you on the mattress before stripping himself of his clothing.

“i just want so much more of you yn. you're addictive.”

—

“f-fuck! ah, h-hyun. c-cant, i can't!”

“you can, i know you can!” 

you let out a shaky whimper. bodies slick with sweat and body fluids, hyunjin driving you to your nth orgasm of the night. feeling sticky in cum and juices paired with the suffocating heat of hyunjin's body–it's all becoming a little overwhelming.

your body has been put in various positions. love bites, nail indentations and red marks decorate each others skin. hyunjin is approaching his limit but he's too hungry for you.

the overstimulation of each thrust is too much for you both, but you're both addicted to each other, to the feeling. you desperate cling and claw at hyunjin, whilst he hisses in pain. your cunt is sensitive but so warm and sloppy that hyunjin just doesn't know if he can stop.

“good.. good. so good, fuck yn.” he blabbers as his hips snap against yours. his bottom lip swollen from biting down too much and too hard, his hair slicked back and in place thanks to the sweat from his body.

“please don't stop. keep going, fuck.” you pant. you're both drunk and hazy from lust and love. neither one of you knowing what you're saying. everything is just a daze, it's just you two in the moment.

the bed creaking, sheets tangled and pillows nowhere to be seen. you're both going to have an earful from the neighbours when you see them; not that any of you care.

“your pussy just feels so good. it's so tight and wet. i'm being sucked in and you hold me so well.” 

hyunjin's body is buzzing off adrenaline. he feels like he is being sucked into you, his mind and soul being lost into the abyss. he wants so much more of you, more than you can give. 

hyunjin continues on with his blabbering, his eyes half lidded and glossy. lips parted, chest heaving. his movements show no signs of slowing down as he drives his cock deep inside you multiple times to hit that sweet spot of yours, driving you both closer and closer to the edge.

you babble along with him. hands reaching out from something to cling onto in hopes you come back down to reality–but nothing. with each drive of hyunjin's cock, with each hit of your g-spot, your body tingles and mind numbs over more and more.

the pits of your stomachs on fire, burning and tensing. you look at hyunjin to be met with pleading and desperate eyes. he grips onto your waist, movements now slow, sloppy and desperate. 

“i want.. i need to–” his own sentence interpreted as his orgasm suddenly hits him. you clench around him as he empties himself inside you, filling you up some more to the point where you leak out onto the sheets.

your own orgasm hits you, knocking the air out off your lungs and making you arch you back off the bed. you both heavily pant as hyunjin slowly pulls out off you. you shiver at the feeling of cum and juices seeping out of you.

hyunjin looks at it sheepishly, feeling somewhat guilty. he knows he lost his senses during the process, he got drunk of you.

“sorry..”

“don't be. you know i love it when you're like that.” your body heavy with exhaustion. without a word, hyunjin rushes to the bathroom and grabs a wet flannel. he gently cleans you up, being delicate around your delicate areas as well as any sores, bruises or marks that may seem or look painful on your body.

“how long do you think you will do the onlyfans thing?” hyunjin asks before resting next to you. you think for a second, shrugging before looking at him.

“i don't know. until i get bored and feel like i have enough money, i guess. and you?”

“same. would you want to do it with more people?”

“what? like a threesome?” you smirk.

“yeah.”

“mhm, maybe. depends on who it is though. would have to be a close friend of ours. think it's safer than having a stranger.”

“that's true. plus i'd feel at ease if it was a close friend.”

“i have one question though, baby.” you sit up slowly, hyunjin following suit to help you.

“what is it?”

“would you want it to be man or woman?”

“mhm.. i don't really care if i'm honest babe.”

“same. i'm down for whatever, however, would you be able to manage seeing another person going down on me?”

“when you put it that way, i don't think i would. i think i'd get too jealous.”

“yeah, me too. seeing another person suck on your cock just fuels me with jealousy.” hyunjin let's out a small laugh, kissing your cheeks tenderly.

“maybe threesomes are not for us then, darling.”

“maybe not. let's just stick to posting on onlyfans for a while.”

note: this wasn't my original idea for hyunjin. i wanted to bring back an old fic from the dead but no matter how many scenarios, how many times i deleted and started over, it just didnt/wouldn't work. so i accepted that it wasn't going to work instead of stressing myself over it and created this mess instead, lmao. don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. curious as to what is next? here is my wips list! i hope you all enjoy! ‹3

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[sserpente]

Memories to Enemies 🎃

Synopsis: The TVA is no more—not like it was before, anyway. When the multiverse breaks free, Loki finds himself back where he belongs, on the verge of claiming the throne of Midgard and this time… this time he finishes what he started. But while he’s gained so much, he’s lost even more, for there was one thing the chaos of the timelines had not fixed—it hasn’t brought you back to him. You, the mortal he had refused to fall for until he realised it was too late all along. He never stopped searching for you after Thanos snapped his fingers and now, with so many timelines at the tip of his fingers and a tempad in his pocket… you were out there somewhere and he will find you. But when he finally does… he realises that not only are you the leader of the very rebels aiming to end his ruling, you are a Variant. And you don’t remember him.

A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN, people! 🎃 Requests from two anons. There are no spoilers for Season 2 in this. I’ll have some more spooky Halloween Imagines coming up this week (I hope), I just didn’t manage to get any writing done as I had initially planned because I spent the whole weekend queueing at Comic Con, haha!

Words: 2407 Warnings: smut

Additional NSFW warnings: edging, very light dub-con

“The rebels are causing trouble again, my king.”

“Which is to say you are unable to deal with a bunch of disobedient humans?” Loki looked up, legs spread on the makeshift throne in what used to be Stark Tower. He lifted his chin, his menacing glare all but intimidating the former politician, now reduced to nothing more than a lackey.

“N-no, of course not. I just thought you should know. They… they made it to the lower levels of the tower last night.”

Loki narrowed his eyes, leaning forward a little. “Who did?”

“The rebels, their leader… we caught her face on camera but… security managed to overwhelm them. I believe they were trying to plant explosives somewhere in the building.”

“Where are they now?”

“They’re being held in the cellars.”

Loki rolled his eyes. “You should have led with that, you fool. Send them up. No… bring me their leader. I believe it is time we have a little chat about where her… loyalties lie.”

The politician nodded and excused himself. Silence filled the room after he left and Loki sat back again and sighed. Those rebels were hardly a threat to him but if they had made it to the tower… he would have to up his game and patch the holes in his security. A spell or two should suffice. Possibly something that would make any uninvited guest grow mushrooms all over their body should they trespass.

If only… he sighed once more. If only he had you by his side. You had always loved this time of the year, made him hand out sweets for children and carve out pumpkins. After all this madness… he still had not found you again. You had been snapped away in the sacred timeline, so he had found out… and even though the now-forgotten Avengers had reversed the titan’s doing, you remained unfound, out of his reach. Wherever you were… he would tear every single timeline apart until he had you back by his side. Would you be overjoyed, to see him where he belonged? On the throne, ruling as he was meant to be?

“The prisoner, my king.” The politician returned after the metal elevator doors swung open yet again, dragging with him a young woman who carried herself quite regally despite her predicament. She lifted her head, her hair revealing her face…

Loki’s face dropped. It was you. You… you were the rebel foolishly trying to put an end to his reign? Desperation and relief paired with anger and disappointment, the sadness that had been residing deep in his heart after he had lost you not quite going away. Something was off.

“Leave her here. Get out.”

“No security, my king?”

“I can handle a mortal woman. Now get out.”

The politician nodded and left without another word all the while you kept on staring at Loki as if you were ready to plunge a dagger into his chest any moment. You probably were—and it broke his heart a lot more than he would have liked to admit.

Your eyes widened when he spoke your name. “So you already know me then.”

“Know you? I have been looking for you for years, pet.”

You blinked. “Pet?”

Loki’s face fell when he realised. You did not know. You did not recognise him. You did not… love him yet. It mattered little, now did it? He would make you love him again, he would restore your memories. Were you a Variant? Had you met him? Had Thanos’ horrors taken your memories? He had to find out, needed to find out.

“You will not believe me, of course. But you were in love with me. I lost you when Thanos snapped his fingers. My path, too, changed. That is a story for another time. Come here, pet. It is so good to see you,” he purred.

Containing his emotions and his excitement had never been so difficult. He all but longed to jump up from his throne and sweep you up into his arms, holding you close until you struggled to breathe. But he didn’t. He wanted you to come to him. Only you remained frozen in place. He could practically feel the defiance radiating from you.

“I’m not falling for your stupid tricks, Loki.”

The God of Mischief smirked. “Would you like me to prove it, pet? Ah, let’s see… I just so happen to know you love Halloween. Carving out pumpkins… handing out sweets to children… watching scary films and eating this disgusting snack you call popcorn… and of course, how could I forget, the hot chocolate with small marshmallows and whipped cream on top? It’s reserved only for months that have the letter ‘r’ in them, no?”

Loki watched with great satisfaction how your lips parted in shock. He stood, taking a step forward. “What else… ah…” He tilted his head. “There is a particularly sweet and sensitive spot on your body that has you absolutely feral for your lover. It is… right… here.” He took another step and brought his hand up to brush his thumb over the spot right below your ear. You shivered, clenching your jaw.

“Lies… y-you’re… you’re tricking me.”

“No tricks,” he purred, “only treats.”

To Hel with the restraint. With a low growl, Loki pulled you close, lifting you off your feet. Your rather pathetic resistance died quickly once you realised that you weren’t going anywhere. Loki was too strong—you’d do well to save your strength for when it truly mattered. But… did you want to?

Why, on Earth, was there a part of you that enjoyed his touch? The way he looked at you… so full of hope and lust… that could not be acted, could it? To win over the leader of the rebellion, make her compliant… was that his plan? Or was he telling the truth?

And if he was, then what would have ridden you to dedicate your life to stopping him at all cost? Heavens, last night, you had attempted an assassination.

Loki put you back down on your feet once you reached his bedroom. He had redecorated, of course. Everything was green and gold, even his bed sheets. It looked… beautiful. Homely, almost and faintly familiar.

A shiver brought you back from the depths of your mind when Loki sneaked his hand under your shirt, slowly pushing it up.

“Do you truly think it’s a coincidence you react this way to me?” He tilted his head, smirking when you flinched at his fingertips ghosting over your bare stomach. He was right. He was so right and you hated it. Part of you wanted him—right here and now. The other part was seething and then, yet another… wanted to give in to his advances out of curiosity.

“Why… why don’t I remember then?”

“Your guess is as good as mine, pet. We will restore your memories. You could be a Variant—a version of yourself from another timeline who has not yet met me. We will worry about this later. I missed you.”

He sounded so… genuine, so full of relief. It was not hard to believe him. But how could you? You hated this man, you loathed how he had taken Earth for himself and declared himself its ruler… you would never kneel before him… right?

Why were you questioning yourself? Perhaps… perhaps it was for when you gazed into his blue eyes, you detected just how troubled his soul was. There was more to this than tyranny. More than a hunger for power.

You ceased to resist when he pulled your shirt off of you. Mesmerised, dazed… perhaps even charmed, you lifted your arms for him to remove it and then allowed him to make short work of your trousers. Only a few more moments passed until you stood completely naked before him, breathing heavily.

His kiss was soft when he held your chin with two fingers, almost as if testing the waters. Your eyes… your eyes fell shut. Why… how did this feel so good?

“Give in to me, pet. Let me show you.”

You bit your lower lip. “I’m supposed to hate you.”

He chuckled. “Why yes… We can speak about your little rebellion after I have had my fill of you. You always longed to be by my side, pet. What changed?”

“I don’t know you.” And perhaps that was the reason. You did not know him. Did not yet see behind the mask. Would things be different if you did? You could have tried to kill him the very moment you stepped out of the elevator. So why hadn’t you? Would you, under different circumstances, support his cause? Aid in his rule? Rule… by his side? That was such a silly thought, wasn’t it?

And yet… even though the arrogant god kept calling you his pet… the way he looked at you made you feel like he regarded you as his equal. Maybe your subconscious knew that there was more to it. Maybe your soul had recognised him.

“Then I will make you know me again. You, my darling, are the one good thing that has ever happened to me. I will not give you up.”

You swallowed, unsure of whether you should regret the words that left your lips next. “S-show me.”

“With pleasure.” Loki smirked, lifting you up once more. The warm leather of his armour against your naked skin made you whimper but it was gone within a heartbeat, melted off his body in a green hue of his magic. It felt tingly, familiar… as if you’d felt it a million times before.

The God of Mischief crawled above you, spreading your legs as he did. Skin against skin, he towered above you like the king he was, his raven hair framing his handsome face. You resisted the urge to reach up and stroke his cheek—just about, for when he leaned down and assaulted your neck with his lips, you dug your nails into the soft bed sheets instead, fighting, desperately, for composure your body was eager to give up.

Every touch, every kiss… it felt right. And you were craving more.

A gasp escaped your lips when Loki sank his length into you with but one deep stroke—it was both out of pure bliss at his size and surprise at how wet you were. How had him undressing you slowly done that?

Deep and languid thrusts soon drove you to the brink of madness. No one… no one had ever fucked you as well as Loki was fucking you right now, and the fact that he seemed to know exactly what turned you on almost filled you with fear.

The intense eye contact, the gentle touches, the soft dominance radiating from him… without a doubt he would pin you against the bed if you so much as attempted to flip around and ride him instead without… without asking for permission?

You whimpered at the thought, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You were close already. Loki was working his magic… firm and yet gentle, you felt it teasing your clit, applying just enough pressure to bring you closer and closer to climax. Once he had you there, right on the edge, the delicious pressure eased, his rhythm speeding up.

“You’re enjoying it…” Loki purred—his tone smug, if anything. You groaned.

And then, once again… he pushed you toward that blissful cliff only to stop—again—right before you could fall. You realised soon enough what he was doing. He was edging you. No one… no one knew about your filthiest desires and kinks. So how did he? He really was telling the truth, wasn’t he?

You pretended to hate this but you loved it… loved how he was in control of your pleasure, able to take it away if he so wished… urgh.

“What is it, pet, hmm? Did you want something?” His strokes were relentless—how he managed not to rut into you like a beast you had no fucking clue.

“P-please…” you choked out, “…let me cum.”

Loki tilted his head. “I think you can do better than that.”

Another grunt on your end but this time, you were ready to throw hands—only the God of Mischief above you didn’t let you. The invisible force tormenting your clit wrapped around your wrists like invisible shackles, holding them in place.

“Please…” you repeated, “…I need to cum. Stop… teasing me…”

“Let me hear it one more time, pet. Scream for me.”

A groan of frustration escaped your lips. All helpless beneath him, there was nothing you could do but endure his torturing treatment. Your toes curled, that all too familiar knot in your lower stomach tightening…

“Oh, fuck, please, please, PLEASE! Just… LET ME CUM ALREADY!” Loki chuckled—he chuckled and then, finally, the delicious pressure on your clit returned. And this time… it didn’t stop again. You tensed up, all air knocked from your lungs as your orgasm washed over you. Contracting around Loki’s cock who did not stop rocking into you for a second, fucking you right through your moment of utter bliss until he too, came.

Loki’s moans were quite possibly the sexiest thing you had ever heard as he buried himself inside of you as deep as he could, coating your walls with his seed, twitching and jerking.

He rested his forehead against yours then, eyes closed—content, at ease… and so unlike what you had expected from a tyrannical ruler.

This… it had felt like your bodies were made for each other. Perhaps they were.

“I want to remember. I want you to prove to me that you’re not the evil tyrant I imagine you to be,” you said, breaking the silence.

Loki chuckled. “Hmm… ever so demanding, pet.”

“Why are you calling me that?”

“Because it turns you feral, am I not right?”

You bit your lower lip. Yes, damn it, he was right.

“We will find a way to restore your memories, I swear it. You are mine.” You shivered when he spoke your name. “You are the very reason I am not a tyrant. Whatever you see, whatever you believe… Midgard is in good hands—it is your home realm, after all.”

“So I’ll just have to trust your word? The word of a Trickster?”

Loki smirked. He knew. He knew that your heart already did.

"Yes. Now then... shall we carve a pumpkin together, pet?"

A/N: Party hard tonight! 🎃

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 52

Part 1 Part 51

Steve sits in the backseat of Ms. Byers’ car, looking out the window as the trees pass him by. He feels small. He knows he’s not, can feel it in the broad line of his shoulders, the way his head towers above Will’s before he hunches down. But, he needs small right now.

So he pretends, just for the drive, that he’s Misses Byers’ kid and she’d bunddled him up in the backseat beside Will to keep him safe. That she’d buckled his seatbelt securely before climbing in the driver’s seat because she cares about him.

It aches, the open wound of something he can’t remember ever having.

Mrs. Byers’ had kissed his forehead when she’d come to pick him up, making him bend down so she could reach, murmuring quiet thanks that he was willing to come. As if he’d ever let Eddie and Will leave him behind.

This is a bad decision – he can feel it in his bones. He knows Eddie agrees, but Will’s their stupid kid. And Ms. Byers had asked. So, off they go.

The lab looms large in front of them. Steve clenches his knuckles, still feeling small. He wishes Uncle Wayne could be here. He gets out of the car, linking hands with Eddie as Will shuffles out to walk beside his Mom.

He doesn’t realize Chief Hopper joined their party until the man’s shoulder bumps into him. It’s been a while since he saw him. He remembers opening his eyes to him hovering over him there, in that place. Has a drug-fogged memory of him awkwardly poking his head through his hospital room door.

Before that? Maybe the last party he’d busted? Taking him down to the station and calling his parents like both of them didn’t know that the number was months outdated and no one would call him back.

He’d forgotten how big the chief is.

The lab is bigger. Steve feels like he’s being swallowed as he walks through the front doors. They buzz when they shut once more, locking them all in the belly of the whale. Hopper leads the way, talking to a doctor he seems to be familiar with.

“–kind of tests?” he asks quietly. It still caries back to Steve.

The doctor waves his hand, as if to say that nothing big was happening. As if being here wasn’t already too big to comprehend. “Nothing extreme,” he tries to reassure. By Chief Hopper’s scowl, Steve doesn’t think it works. “Routine fact-gathering tests! Blood draw, blood pressure, you know. Nothing to get worked up over.”

The chief leads them all into the elevator, glaring distrustfully at the doctor in their midst. Taking his queues from the man, Steve shuffles a few steps away, huddling on the other side of the elevator with Will, Misses Byers, and Eddie.

The test do feel routine though. They’re not separated, just taking turns having their weight taken, their blood drawn, the blood pressure recorded. The cuff feels uncomfortable and tight on Steve’s arm. He does his best not to squirm. Eddie reaches down and recaptures his hand.

The Chief raises an eyebrow at the display, but holds up his hands placatingly when Eddie glares his way. “Hey, not my donkey, not my wheelhouse,” he says, taking a step back. Whatever the fuck that means.

It all feels like the same stuff they’d do in the nurse’s office before you could get back on the court after an injury. That is, until the doctor starts sticking things to Steve’s head.

“What, uh, what’s this?” Steve asks, swallowing nervously.

The doctor chuckles. “We’re just trying to get a better picture of what your brain is doing!” he says cheerfully, as if that isn’t terrifying. “This will show your brain waves.”

He’s strapped to a clunky machine, and the tape of the nodes pulls uncomfortably on his still-short hair. Eddie’s still holding his hand, and the chief is hovering over his shoulder, glaring at the doctor and the readout from the machine in turn, like he can’t decide which one to shoot.

The needle moves erratically, painting pictures that look a little like the lines his hearbeat had made at the hospital, only sharper and quicker.

The doctor hums, looking over the printouts, looking pleased.

“What’s the prognosis, doc?” Eddie asks, somehow managing to sound both mocking and concerned. “WIll he live?”

Steve squeezes his hand, hard. Eddie squeezes back.

“There are all perfectly within normal parameters,” the doctor says.

They move on – Eddie, then Will. It all goes normally until Misses Byers tells them about the connection. The doctor and chief both look at them sharply, like they’re trying to vivisect them by the power of their gazes alone.

“Could this be from, uh, down there?” the chief asks, glaring over at the doctor.

In contrast, the doctor looks downright fascinated. It makes his skin crawl. “Quite possibly,” he says. “We know very little about the long-term effects exposure form the other side could cause.

“Is this dangerous,” Misses Byers’ whispers frantically.

The doctor looks down at the test results scattered in front of him. “I do not believe so, based on the test results as of now.” Misses Byers does not look reassured. Steve doesn’t blame her; he isn’t either. Especially when it seems like the doctor’s eyes linger on Steve’s face longer than the others. He shrinks further into his seat. “However, I think we should conduct weekly check-ups to make sure nothing changes.”

“Over my dead body,” Eddie says, pushing his chair back to stand and slam his open-palmed hands onto the table. It looks like something he saw in a movie once and practiced enough times to be seamless.

The doctor sighs. “Mr. Munson–”

“No he’s right,” Chief Hopper says, making Eddie almost fall with the force of his double-take. “No way in hell are these kids coming here without me and I don’t have time for that.”

“With all due respect–” the doctor starts.

“With all due respect,” Chief Hopper says over the top of the man, but louder, “we’re coming back monthly tops, or not at all.”

Chief Hopper shifts his gaze to everyone else in the room, waiting for their input, starting with Steve. Steve nods, even though he’d rather fall back into the Upside-Down than have to get his brain scanned again.

Eddie grumbles his own affirmative, and Misses Byers agrees as well, wringing her hands all the while. No one asks Will’s opinion at all.

Steve doesn’t mention the way sometimes he’ll blink and the sky is raining ash, or the dark looming figure, or the way something had been moving out there, that last time when he’d fallen in the library.

Steve doesn’t mention anything at all.

Part 53

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[hearts4golbach]

The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

Chapter 23.

"Is that taco bell breakfast i smell?" jake said, sounding as if he was about to start floating to locate the smell. he turned the corner into the kitchen, where i was sitting with tara.

it was 7 in the morning, and the 4 of us were about to go finally pack up my old apartment. they insisted on helping despite me saying i could get it all done myself since i didn't own much anyway.

"Yes, jake." she rolled her eyes, tossing him his usual order. he squeeled like a little girl before tearing into the wrap.

"im gonna go get johnnie up." i walked down the hall towards our room and walked in silently.

johnnie laid on the bed with a peaceful look on his face. his arms were tucked awkwardly under his head as his legs were tangled in the blankets.

i gently shook his shoulder, placing a kiss on his forehead. "Good morning, sleepy head. we have breakfast."

he rubbed his eye, black eyeshadow transferring to his finger. "mornin'." he pulled me in, kissing me softly before sitting up. "When you were asleep, i organized the closet. you can fit your clothes in half of it now."

"Oh my god, really?" i furrowed my eyebrows, a small smile growing on my face.

"i mean, yeah. where else are you going to put your clothes?" he slipped on his socks and stood up.

his fingers tangled with mine as he led me back into the kitchen and sat down next to me. he rested his hand right above my knee as Jake immediately started a conversation with them. i passed johnnie his breakfast, and he dug in, clearly starving.

jake looked down at his phone, "what time do you think we'll be done?"

"Well, im not too sure. i mean, theres 5 of us packing up my tiny apartment, so it's probably around noon." i thought outloud, earning a 'hm' from jake.

everyone had finished their food. jake and tara went to get their shoes on and start the car while johnnie went to take off his makeup. i sat in the kitchen on my phone, waiting for johnnie to be done.

"Ready to go?" he asked, his clean face making me smile. it wasn't often i got to see him without makeup.

"mhm." i stood up and stretched. i put my hair into a messy bun to get it out of the way before walking out the door, johnnie not far behind me. "Thank you again for helping with all of this."

"Don't thank me." he hesitated as if he was going to add onto the sentence. he gently rubbed my lower back.

i hummed, "Okay, then."

Johnnie and i sat in the back of jakes car while him and Tara were up front. I zoned out. thinking about my old apartment made me nervous. although i wasn't going alone, something still felt off. after the incident and how easily i got imhured, i didn't want the same to happen to them. Or maybe it was the fact that my creepy old neighbor lent me a piece to a vaccum, and i still need to give it back, but i seriously doubted that was the reason. i decided to shove my paranoia down as i didn't want to let it ruin my day.

it was if i had blinked and we were already there. i picked my head up, rubbing the cheek that was leaning on my arm.

"i was room number 206," i commented, pulling the keys out of my pocket.

"i can't believe theres not a fucking elevator. This bitch has 5 stories." Jake complained as we tromped up the stairs.

"Just be glad she's not on the 5th one," tara wiped smudged lip gloss off the corner of her mouth.

"Exactly," johnnie nods, slightly out of breath.

i unlocked my front door and pushed it open, revealing my still messy apartment. "Oh, i never came back to clean up." i admitted, even though it was plain to see.

"dont worry about it, missy." jake teased in his southern accent.

tara and jake covered the kitchen while johnnie and i started in the living room. we all added songs to the spotify queue and got to work. i was smart enough to keep boxes stored in my closet. There was always a just in case thing. The living room was nearly empty, the only furniture consisting of a rug and a small sofa that i planned on putting by the trash for someone else to take. i didn't have much decoration, either. All that i had was a painting, my mother had made me and a thrifted portrait of marilyn monroe. The only other things on the wall were some empty colorful vases on a small shelf.

we quickly wrapped those up while tara and jake stacked all of my plates and bowls in between wash cloths. I announced we were moving to a different room before heading into the hall to focus on the closet.

The closet didn't take much work. We shoved blankets and towels into one big box before moving on to my bedroom.

my room was a much bigger task, considering this was the room i spent most of my time in. i sat at my vanity and began packing it up while Johnnie took over the closet.

"i want to stream later, and i was wondering if you wanted to be on it." Johnnie mentioned, bagging up clothes that were hung up.

"Sure, that sounds fun. im still kind of nervous though, what if your fans don't like me?" i glanced over.

"They'll love you, i promise." he smiled at me. "i was thinking i could do your makeup for the stream."

"fuck yeah." i agreed, standing up and making my way to my side table. "Didn't we make those plans a while ago?"

"Yeah, but then a bunch of shit happened. and i figured since we're together now, everyone should get to know you a little better." A light blush spread across his face.

"Good idea. im down," i agreed.

The rest of the house was packed up within the next 3 hours. Jake and i moved all of the furniture down to the garbage bins, with little help from tara and johnnie. i took one last look at my empty apartment before locking it up and turning in my keys.

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Rabbitt's not-so-monstrous oxtober fics.

Not-so-spooky movie night.

Gallzatto x reader

A little halloween shopping here, a little trick-or-treating there. Add some movies, what a perfect day!

A/N: This one's a day early because I'm too busy getting married tomorrow and I dislike queueing posts! Enjoy!!

🎃 🐻 🍬 🎬 🎃

October meant spooky decorations and pumpkin everything.

Little costumes for the girls that you let them pick themselves when you took them shopping.

Every free day you had led to more decorations put up in the house, from little skeleton candle holders to ghost lamps and bat window stickers.

“Mommy I wanna have!” Lily came running up to you with a plush Jack Skellington almost half her size. “Pweeaase?”

Her big, pleading eyes and good behavior today made you give in, telling Rose to go find something as well which had both of the girls run off to the large bin at the end of the aisle that you slowly made your way to, grabbing all kinds of knick knacks and scary themed candies.

You found your girls digging through the plushies like savages, holding up every single one to inspect, giving them a little test huggie with mumbles of disagreement untill Rose emerged from almost toppling over into the bin with a little black and white guy that she cuddled close, happily running to you and dumping it in your hand. “Dis one!”

Upon closer inspection, she had found a Ghostface plush that you almost wanted to get for yourself as well. You caved and took a quick look through the bin yourself and snagged a flannel wearing fuzzy werewolf and sent the kids on their way to the costume rack on a quest for something nice that didn’t give their dads a heart attack.

“Batty!”

You made your way to where the voice came from and saw Lily holding a soft black onesie with wings attached to the arms. You let out a chuckle at her excitement and took it from her hands. “This is cute! But lets look for one in your size, okay?” A quick nod was her answer before zooming off the rack she got it from. “More here!”

Going through the rack to find the right size you swapped the too big one she grabbed for a fitting size before making your way over to your other daughter who was going back and forth between three different sections.

“Hey Rosy, found something?”

She shook her head, not being able to choose. Showing you her three options you she shared her love for each one with a pouty look. You checked each one and quickly removing one from the list already because her size wasn’t available, and one needed a mask so you double checked with her if she wanted to wear that the whole time and no, after some thinking she decided that she didn’t.

So here you were, a Chucky costume in hand as you walked back to your overfilled cart and mentally cursing yourself out for coming here in the first place.

The contents ended up taking up almost the whole checkout belt and cost you over double of what you had wanted to spend so you kindly declined the offered receipt. With everything put in bags you loaded it in the car and strapped in the girls before heading back home and praying you were gonna be able to get all of the bags up in one go because your two little helpers were too busy carrying their plushies.

Bags in hand you elbowed the elevator button and instructed the girls to press the right floor button for you and you made it to your home without falling over or any bags breaking.

Today was halloween and your girls had been nagging since early in the morning to go put on their costumes for trick or treating. Which you were blamed for by their dads. “Your halloween obsession is rubbing off on them.” Stated Lip, who was snacking on some jelly eyeballs as he walked into the living room. “He’s right sweetheart.” Carmen chimed in. “They’ve been begging me to make ‘spooky foods’ all week.” You watched as he dried his hands on he purple and orange pumpkin patterned towel that had sneakily replaced the normal kitchen towels and would not be swapped back out after this month. You sighed in defeat and mumbled on your way to the coffee maker. “Can’t believe I’m dating such party poopers.”

“Yeah! Party poopers!” “Daddies is meanies.”

Your laughter was heard over the loud coffee maker noise, not believing how they heard specifically that part of your conversation. The glares you were given would have sent anyone else running, but you knew your boys loved you no matter what so you shrugged them off as you snickered behind your large coffee mug.

“Spooky foods?” Carmen gaze was pulled from you by a tug on his pant leg. A soft laugh left him a he promised there would be spooky foods later today. He didn’t enjoy trick or treating at all and opted to stay in and prepare for your little movie night.

With the kids all dresses up and Lip’s face painted in stitches and fake blood you went underwhelmingly dressed in reds, dark makeup and a set on horns on your head. You two stayed back on the sidewalk as your kids went to the doors to collect all the candy and dump it in your bag when heir little pumpkin buckets were full. From time to time you’d snap pictures and sent them to Carmy with little loving notes. Once you were on your way back you shot Carmy a text to get the mood set at home and get the movie ready so the girls could throw themselves onto the large lounge chairs and snack on all the spooky foods they could eat.

There were brain cupcakes you had gotten from Marcus, fruity drinks with skull ice cubes, spider licorice candies and white chocolate ghosts. Finger hotdogs and a bowl of skeleton crisps and decorated cookies the girls made with Carmy yesterday were set out on the table over a spiderwebbed tableclcoth.

You placed the candy bags down and moved the kids to the couch, hyping hem up for the movie you had picked for them. Something Halloween themed but not scary, but not childish enough to bore your boys.

With everyone settled you grabbed the remote and pressed play, after a moment hearing the all too familiar into tune to the Nightmare before Christmas begin paying. Lip and Carmen spent more time watching their daughters react to the movie than watching it themselves, enjoying how Lily would excitingly cheer as soon as Jack appeared on the screen and Rose would excitedly swing to the songs.

After the movie was done all three parents made an effort to help the girls to bed. It took promises of candy for breakfast to make them cooperate but after some time they were in bed and asleep.

With most of the snack gone or packed away for tomorrow Lip spoke up. “So, now what?”

“Oh my god fryer snacks and a movie, please.” You dramatically clung to the freezer before grabbing a box of snacks and going your way to prepare them. 

From the kitchen counter you could hear your boys talking.

“We missed you earlier.” Lip casually confessing these little things still made your heart melt right out of your chest. You stood there, listening to them praising each other on their respective tasks today while the snacks warmed up.

“So, have you boys picked a move yet?” With food in hand you returned to the couch and wiggled yourself in between them. “Nah, you’re the halloween lover here, so you pick.” And some agreeing nods were your sign to open op Prime video and dig through your library to find the right movie to watch and settling for the original Scream.

“You find this way too hot, dear.” Lip commented on your lovey dovey smile whenever Ghostface stabbed someone. Carmen stared a your blushing self and jokingly suggested to have the kids stay with Sugar for a weekend so they can indulge in your murder fantasies, but seeing your reaction he almost thought he had to talk to Lip and start planning something.

Lip couldn’t keep the grin off his face while Carmy went on and on about how it was obvious this was something you would enjoy and it being perfect since there was two of them, just like this Ghostface.

A hand had snuck around your waist, a whisper in your ear sending shivers down your spine. “Would you like that, baby? Us pretending to come and kill you?” You were beet red and almost screamed as fingers dug into your side. A hand quickly coming up to silence you as they began their attack. Your back was against Carmy’s chest with your arms held behind your back and shoulders pulled up to your ears to protect our neck. Legs quickly being grabbed and locked in their grasp as your sides were being tortured with tickles. One of Carmy’s hands wiggling his way underneath your jaw to get to your neck as you tried to escape, causing you to scoot to the edge of the seat and dropping yourself off. Your back hitting the carpet while your lower legs were still stuck underneath Lip’s. One hand raised up in defeat while to other covered your mouth to quiet down your laughs looking up at the two boys who were shaking their heads at you. “Baby, we really love you,” Carmen started before Lip finished the sentence for him. “but you’re a fucking idiot.”

Shrugging you agreed with them. “At least I’m you guys’ idiot.”

[mikalame]

Heyyy could I request Tom with a reader who works for the band (books hotels, helps with set up, etc?) so shes always going on tour with them and he’s had the biggest crush on her for ages. Queue the boys making gestures and teasing him, maybe one of them accidentally tells reader that he likes her after they’ve been drinking?

Idk whether Tom would admit it or get embarrassed and pissy but I’ll leave it up to you 😭 feel free to make your own plot up if you prefer!! I have a hard time using my imagination 😬

Thx!! <3

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You had been spending the last few minutes organising the roster for the bands next tour, being deep in thought just clicking and putting the name of songs in time slots.

Once you finished wrapping up the Europe tour you were about to work on the next one when your hear heavily footsteps and giggles coming from the hallway.

Thinking it was just the band doing band stuff and mucking around before heading back onto the road you didnt think much of it just continuing your work.

Tom's pov

"Oooo, ___ in the room, you gonna go up to her and give her a big smooch on the lips" Georg teases pouting his lips, "Fuck off Georg" Tom groans he had been putting up with this teasing since yesterday when tom stuttered when talking to ___.

"Awww is little tommy embarrassed awww" Gustav cooed joining in with the teasing giggling as they stick around the corridor laughing more as tom tries to pull them away.

"What are you embarrassed about Tom" A voice comes from the room tom was dreading "Oh um nothing ___" Tom's vooice shakes, thinking this is like all conversations between the two and wanting to tease abit more bill deciceds to help his brother.

"We were just talking about a little party were going to later tonight, would you like to come" Bill smiles sweetly, Tom whipping his head to the side to look at bill with a 'what the hell' exspression, Georg and Gustav both look at eachother then bill all three of their faces grinning like madmen.

"Oh um are you sure, i would love to" You say adjusting the files in your hand, "No you should definatly come totally" The boys reasure you talking about the time they will come to your hotel door and what not.

"Why the hell would you do that huh, did you have to invite her" Tom mutters quietly as they walk away hiding his face in his hands cheeks flared red.

Even though he said it quitely the girl around the corner still heard what he said now thinking it was some kind of prank she wasnt sure if she wanted to go, exspecally if the guy she was going for didnt even want her their.

Time Skip

"I'll wait right here- or i'll just meet you at the club" tom says turning quick to walk away from the girls room that the others were pulling him closer to.

"No Tom man-up, i cant belive The Tom is acting so shy, huh, not so brave now" Georg snickers behind his hand earning a smack from bill as he knocks on the girls door.

"oi shut up- Hey ___ we're here, open up" He yells knocking some more beofre hearing the lock unlock and the door handle jimmy.

Your Pov

___ stepped out, her nereves all over the place, feeling the sweat form on her palm quickly wiping it away on the bottom of her skirt.

She hasent went out since working for Tokio Hotel even though they seem to go out everynight its mostly the boys and mabey the manager if its a special occation.

"Sorry if this isnt really club attire, had to dig this out of my suitcase" she giggles nervously adjusting the length of the skirt. "No girl you look amazing, right tom" Bill questions walking to the elevator cocking his eyebrow to his brother.

"Huh oh yeah, can we go" He answers looking away clearing his throat before walking making sure ___ was infront of him to he culd watch her as she walked as not to get caught by her.

Tom looks over to his left and sees Georg doing the fake makeout thing rubing his hands over his waist and fr a split second thrusting his hips up beofre walking back normaly.

hereing the giggles and having them walk behind her is making ___ more nervous thinking that mabey tom i even critisising her or making fun of her outfit, but she decides not to let it get to her like it normaly would she thinks of mabey finding someone to talk to during the night..... and mabey talk to tom.

At the club

After begs from the boys to talk to ___ he takes a couple of deep breaths andshaking his hands he walks up to the bar where she is standing oldering her drink trying to under stand what the man is saying over the loud club music.

After a couple minutes of trying to order a drink you think about giving up on it and getting one of the boys to do it thinking that they would be better as their used to the sort of stuff, until you hear a falillar raspy voice shout behind you.

"SHE WANTS A _____ ____" Tom yells not really knowing what else to say, the man behind the counter nods finally understanding what she wanted, walking away to go make it the two stand there awkwardly.

Tom has no idea whats going on his nerves everwhere, this being unmarked terriory for him even though he is usally the best at this sorta stuff.

And ___ freaking out because he crush is right their standing next to her, even though she seems him everyday its diffrent its not in the professional way this is more of a 'hang out' way, panicing from the situation she trys to find a way out.

"OMG TOM I LOVE YOU" a girls voice screeches over the music, the two look over and tom gets pulled into the crowd of people a girl with blond hair and short dress rubs her hands up and down his arms complimenting him on everthing.

With that distraction she grabs her drink and speed walks over to the table where the rest of the band is sitting all straight backs and seeming to look for someone until they see you they slouch back trying to look non suspitious and justcausslaly sipping from their cups.

After sitrting down a weird mood washed over the group, ___ already nerous about they whole thing start really sweating quickly adjusting her jacketr to make sure they dont see her sweating to badly even though they could probably see the sweat on her forehead.

Bill even though they had only been here for a couple hours is blackout drunk and swaying in his seat blabbering about what ever pops into is mind lifting the mood a bit until he siad somthing he wasnt supposed to.

"So wheres tom huh" cocking his eyebrow again looking at the girl, "Oh last i saw him he was getting felt up by some girl" looking back down at her drink quitely sipping it.

"He probably wished it was you" Bill says slapping his hand over his mouth shook about what he said, the rest of the group looking at him wide eyed and jaws dropped exspecaly the girl who is shocked by what he boy just said.

With the air still heavily from what was just said and bill being to scared to say anything else the group is quite until a sertin dread head comes tumbling into the table.

"Omg, i could NOT get away from them damn" he huffs wiping the 'dust' off of himself beofre looking back at the group whos eyes quickly look down or at eachother.

Looking at bill with a questioning look wondering what happened bill spills.

"I told her"

Tom knowing what that meant whipped his head over at the girl who's eyes that were previously on him now looking everywhere but him, then looking at the G's who do the same as the girl.

Tom stands up shaking the table a bit, leans over grabbing the girls arm before dragging her with him outside to talk without the music blaringing into their ears.

"So um- you know-" "I like you" she blurts out the alchol kicking in now knowing why they call it liquid courge "You do" he repets making sure he did hear that and tht he was correct "Yeah, um from what bill said it kinda sounds like you like me to?" she questions slowly sobering up by the second now wanting to get out of there.

Tom's breathing gets heavy as he contemplates if he is actually going to do this. He is.

"Yeah i do- um ive liked you for a couple of months now" tom swallows the saliva that is coating his mouth right now, clenching his hands trying to get rid of the sweat.

The air between the too is quite and still seeming like all other noise around them is silent even though the club is still blaring their music and people filling the club walking in and out.

Locking eyes with eachother both of their eyes flick between the others lips then back to their eyes being enough to signal what they both want before lock their lips with eachothers.

Holding her breath in her lungs scared that if she breathes to heavy this all might dissapear and she will wake up from the dream come true, she deepens the kiss to really make sure it happening and once truly convincing herself it is they both pull back catching the breath she didnt know she needed.

A airy breath comes from tom whos cheeks are flushed and hand rubbing the back of his neck beofre his face changes to an annoyed eyerolll.

Thinking somthing bad is behind them she turns seeing bill lauging gustav looking super happy running up to tease tom more upclose and Georg doing the fake make out thing again bfore turning back embarrased when he sees hes been caught.

SORRY IDK HOW TO END IT, hope you all enjoy and like.

[patdkoala]

Paris Fashion Week

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Warnings: Smut, Long Hair Seb (Yes that's a warning), hickeys, unprotected p in v, breeding kink, pet names (baby), switch Seb, public (kinda), tummy bulge

I was walking the red carpet in front of Sebastian the whole time. we didn't arrive together but he had his eyes on me the whole time.

I wore the most eccentric outfit I could come up with for Paris Fashion Week.

It hugged my curves in every way that I knew Sebastian craved.

He had his long hair pulled back into a bun and he wore sunglasses that shaded his eyes so people wouldn't be able to tell his eyes were on my ass and tits the whole day.

I was seated next to him so I rested my hand on his thigh as we posed for pictures.

"I can't wait to rip this off of you," He said as he leaned into my ear.

I smiled and tried not to change my expression so that no one took pictures of us.

We are totally okay with people knowing we are together. But we also think it's kinkier keeping it a secret.

Sex behind closed doors is what we do best.

We continued the evening into the after party where Sebastian seemed to have lost his over shirt and was just walking around like a slut with just a tank top.

I was practically drooling over how large his arms were.

I just wanted to bite them.

I walked over to him as he was talking to some people. I dragged him by the arm and away into the restroom, where I then locked the door.

I pushed him against the door.

His large frame made a loud thud as he hit the door.

"I need you," I said as I grabbed and tugged at him as I kissed all over him.

I sucked on his neck like I was a dying vampire. I accidentally left a few hickeys.

"Fuck, baby you can't do that. It might be in pictures," He said as I stood behind him and took his bun out, and let his long hair cover his neck.

"Now no one will see it unless they are looking closely. But I swear I will kill anyone that is standing that close to you," I said as I smacked his ass before opening the restroom door.

"Don't objectify me," He smiled as I walked away and back into the crowd.

It got cold and I was still wearing my skimpy outfit and Sebastian had found a sweatshirt. He was wearing the sweatshirt and was standing across the room but we were staring at each other.

We were both standing in large groups being talked at but we weren't listening. We were just staring at each other from across the way.

I watched as Sebastian gave me a silent queue. I watched as he walked over to the exit.

"Excuse me, ladies," I said as I left my group and also headed towards the exit.

Sebastian was getting photographed while getting into his Uber so I called my own and I also got photographed getting into my car.

My car dropped me off outside of the beautiful El Bristol hotel where Sebastian and I were staying. Together.

I got out and walked past the paparazzi. I made it to the lobby and over to the elevators.

Sebastian was standing there by the elevators. We quietly just stood there and waited for the elevator to ding.

When it reached us. We both got in and stood on opposite sides of each other.

I stood against the wall as I felt Sebastian eyeing me up and down.

We silently exited the elevator and I followed him closely as he unlocked the door with his key card.

I then quietly followed him inside and I sat on the bed closest to the door as he closed and locked it behind him.

As soon as the door was locked, Sebastian slammed me against the door and pressed heavily heated kisses all over me.

He practically ripped my clothes off of my body.

"Hey, be careful this is designer," I said as he giggled. "Oh, sorry," He said as he undid his belt and quickly removed his shoes and pants I kicked off my shoes as fast as I could so could continue feeling him up.

He picked me up and held me as he carried me through the giant hotel room and into our shared bedroom.

He threw me on the bed and I stripped away the last of what I was wearing as he did the same and then got on top of me.

"I wanted to fuck you so bad in that restroom but I didn't because what would we have done if paparazzi saw the cum dripping down your legs?" He asked as I just lay there speechless.

He kissed me from right above my core all the way to my neck.

"Now it's my turn to give some hickeys," He said as he then started sucking on my neck like the Romanian vampire he is.

I moaned into his body as he touched me.

"Fuck, baby don't do that. You know I can't resist your sounds," He moaned back as I then saw an opportunity.

I flipped us so that he was on his back and I straddled him. I sunk my body down on top of his and I moaned out at the feeling of him filling me.

"Fuck," He moaned out behind gritted teeth as he held onto my hips to steady me and himself.

I moved slowly and to my own speed but it obviously wasn't enough for Sebsatian.

He started bucking his hips up and pushed himself further into me.

At this point, I was screaming and I looked down and saw himself inside of me.

"Fuck, I'm in so deep," He said as we both looked at the tummy bulge.

"I-I think I'm close. Fuck-Seb-please," I moaned as he nodded quickly.

"Me too. You first," He said as he continued the speed he then waited as I came on him.

In the split second of me cumming on him and him having to cum he flipped us and lifted my legs to lay on his shoulders as he hit that spot so deep in me.

"I'm going to fuck you so not only you can't walk but everyone is going to know that you are mine," He said as I realized he meant he is going to cum in me.

He usually pulls out because we were both filming so a baby just never sounded like the best idea. But now is a better time than any.

"Fuck- I- hmmm-" Sebastian came and stuttered out his sentence as he then took himself out of me but put pillows under my legs.

"Better make sure it sticks this time," He said with a wink as he then went to bed with me and held me the whole time.

[sluttywonwoo]

instead of you [part fourteen] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either. 

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex (18+ mdni)

word count: 3.4k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

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Minho and Felix were holding a spot in line for the four of you already when you arrived at the gate with Jisung. You mumbled a handful of sorries and excuse me’s as you shuffled past other guests in the queue. You hated being that person to cut in front of others, but you weren’t left with much choice since Jisung’s brothers had gone ahead without you.

To be fair, you had shown up later than you’d agreed upon. Patience didn’t really run in the Han family. Jisung was probably the most mild-mannered of the bunch.

You weren’t even sure that the people you were squeezing past understood you as you whispered half-assed apologies to them. You just hoped they were able to read your pitiful expression and took it as remorse.

Jisung held your hand as he dragged you through the line to get to his brothers. You ran your thumb over the little scar on his knuckle repeatedly to comfort yourself. His hand was nowhere near as sweaty as Minho’s, or maybe yours had just dried by now, but accepted the familiarity of the motion, letting him lead you to the front.

Minho perked up when he saw you and Jisung finally break through the crowd. He waved you down and stepped aside to give you both some space.

“You okay?” Felix asked, putting his phone in his back pocket to give you his full attention.

You nodded, smiling sheepishly. “Yeah, I’m alright.”

“Did you get sick?” Minho pressed, thinly veiled concern evident in his voice.

“No, I was fine. Jisung bought me some popcorn so I’d have something on my stomach just in case. Now I’m just… embarrassed.”

“Don’t be,” Felix insisted, “everyone’s afraid of something.”

“But not everyone’s a pussy about it,” you sighed.

“You’re just unique like that,” Jisung teased, earning an elbow in the ribs from you.

You glared at him and then turned to the other two boys. “Anyone need a ride partner? Mine is available for trading.”

Jisung pretended to pout. “Aw, babe, don’t be like that.”

You ignored him. “Anyone? Going once…”

“I’ll take him off your hands,” Felix offered with a smug grin.

You traded spots with Felix so that you were standing next to Minho. You’d wanted Jisung to be able to ride with Felix anyway. You felt guilty that he’d be stuck with you when it was tradition for him to sit with his twin brother. You also felt a little guilty that Minho would be stuck with you as a result, but less so. You figured it was only fair given what had gone down in Rome.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay without him?” Minho asked, low enough for only you to hear.

“I’m sure. This is just like a bike ride, right?”

“Yes, but elevated.” A lump formed in your throat. “Did you not see the track outside?”

“It’s not as high as the other rides,” you said, mostly to yourself. You narrowed your eyes at him. “Are you just trying to get rid of me? Do you not want to ride with me after what happened last time?”

Minho’s eyes widened in surprise at your accusation. “No! That’s not-”

“Because that’s sure what it sounds like.”

“I swear, I wasn’t trying to discourage you from riding the bike thing, I just didn’t want you to feel forced to or regret getting on it or anything.”

“I’m just giving you a hard time,” you confessed.

He visibly relaxed. “Jesus, don’t do that.”

“Sorry.”

“I don’t think you mean that.”

You shrugged, a hint of a smile playing at your lips. “Can neither confirm nor deny.”

“That’s what I thought.”

The queue for the Ptera Cycle moved slower than the one for the coaster had. It made sense, seeing as it drew in a greater variety of riders. There were a lot of families with their small children in line, many of them wearing backpacks or harnesses attached to a tether held by one of the adults or older siblings.

“I used to be a leash kid,” Minho said, following your gaze to a toddler trying to unbuckle the straps of their backpack.

“You’re fucking kidding.”

He shook his head. “I wish I was. To be fair, I was a runner, so my parents didn’t have much of a choice unless they wanted to lose me.”

“I’m surprised they never ‘accidentally’ forgot to secure it. I know I would have.”

Minho put a hand over his chest in mock offense. “You’re mean. I can see why Jisung likes you.”

“Thank you.”

“That wasn’t necessarily a compliment. To you or Jisung.”

“I know. But I took it as one.”

Minho mumbled something under his breath that you didn’t catch before continuing the recollection of his childhood. “All three of us were leash kids, actually.”

“That makes sense. You guys look like leash kids.” He didn’t acknowledge your comment aside from scoffing. “I don’t blame your mom, either. Twin boys plus you would be hell.”

“Jesus, brutal.”

You grinned wickedly. “I can’t wait to hold this over Jisung’s head.”

“Hold what over my head?” Jisung turned to look back at you suspiciously.

You wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, holding him close.

“Nothing.”

“I don’t believe that for a second.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you chided.

“Too late, I am worried about it.”

“Your big brother just told me some very interesting information about you.”

“Minho, I will strangle you,” Jisung muttered through gritted teeth.

“I’d like to see you try,” Minho challenged.

“Guys, we’re next,” Felix said tiredly, yanking his twin brother forward by the collar of his shirt.

You waited silently until you were paired off with Minho by one of the ride operators. He took the bike closest to the outside edge and you climbed onto the one next to his. The bikes were situated in a little cart together, with the handlebars extending over the edge. The cart was topless and open on both sides so that the riders could feel like they were suspended above the park- something that you preferred not to experience.

Minho gave you a sideways look once you were strapped in, once again looking worried. You mouthed I’m fine to him, but you weren’t sure that he bought it.

“We can go slow,” he said.

“I don’t want to hold up the people behind us, though.”

“Fuck them. We can go as slow as you need to.”

You rolled your eyes, but secretly appreciated the sentiment. Although, you’d try to pick up the pace so as not to ruin the ride for the others. You tried to pedal in tandem with Minho at first, but that proved to be too difficult. Every time you would stop to try and match his rhythm he’d also stop, and your car would get stuck in the middle of the track. It made you both laugh every time, but you weren’t so sure that it was as funny to the couple behind you.

Finally, you decided to just focus on your own pedaling which ended up working a lot better than the previous attempts.

Minho talked to fill the silence. You suspected it was to distract you from the height, but you liked listening to him anyway. He had a nice voice. And it was endearing, watching him come up with new topics so that you’d never have the chance to be consumed by your own thoughts. It reminded you of Jisung’s stories.

“Where’d Jisung and Felix go?” you asked, suddenly remembering there were two other people in your party.

You squinted, trying to see ahead through the darkness. You were unable to make anything out, even with all of the Christmas lights twinkling around you.

“They’re probably trying to see how fast they can make these things go,” Minho said dismissively.

“You’re right. I’m sure they’re already waiting for us at the photo checkpoint.”

“They turn everything into a competition.”

“Uh huh, they do. And I’m sure you have no idea where they got their competitive nature from…”

“None at all.” He grinned, but you frowned in realization.

“I’m sorry I’m depriving you of that. I’m sure you would’ve wanted to race them, or beat their time or something if you weren’t stuck with me.”

“Stop that,” he said softly.

“I’m serious though, Minho. You guys can leave me in Child Swap for the next ride and I’ll wait for you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, we’re not leaving you in Child Swap. Stop acting like you’re a burden, because you’re not. I’m perfectly happy taking our time, admiring the view. I mean, how often are we going to be able to see this?”

You paused for a moment to take in the surroundings he was referring to, slowing your pedaling so that you were almost stopped.

There were strings upon strings of lights as far as the eye could see. In the distance, the colors of the lights bled together so that they were indiscernible from each other, creating an ever changing rainbow effect.

“The lights are beautiful,” you whispered.

Minho hummed in agreement, but he wasn’t looking at the lights.

When you turned back to look at him you locked eyes automatically. The nearby light display was illuminating his face in the most captivating way. It was like looking at an intricate mosaic, or a stained glass window. Gentle hues of blue, pink, green, and purple washed over his features, reflected even brighter in his eyes.

You looked away and pushed forward on the pedals, making the bikes lurch back into motion.

“They, um, remind me of Disney World’s old holiday lights. It used to be the biggest light display in the world. I would go every year with my family, but they got rid of them.”

“Oh, at Hollywood Studios, right? I always wanted to go to that, but they axed it before I got the chance.”

“Have you ever been to Disney World?”

“Yeah, when I was on tour we’d go on our days off. DisneyLand too. ”

“Right, I forgot who I was talking to.”

Felix and Jisung were, in fact, waiting for you at the photo checkpoint like you had predicted. They were both laser focused on the screens that were showing new pictures of riders, though you couldn’t say why. Neither of them noticed you and Minho approach them until they heard your voices.

“We thought you guys might have gotten stuck!” Jisung exclaimed teasingly, scooping you up in a hug.

“Nope, we’re just slow.”

“I’m slow,” you clarified.

“We took the scenic route,” Minho added.

“There’s only one route,” Felix pointed out.

“It’s an expression, dumbass. We went slow on purpose.”

“Because I’m a pussy, remember?” you mumbled, giving Jisung a pointed look.

He smirked and opened his mouth to respond, likely to turn the word pussy around on you in an even less family-friendly way, but thankfully Felix cut him off before he could.

“What’s next on the agenda? The park closes in like two hours.”

The boys squeezed as many attractions out of those two hours as they possibly could. Your social battery had died hours ago so you clung to Jisung the rest of the night, using him as a human shield so that you could avoid conversation.

Nikki and Dom had already left the park and taken a cab back to where you were staying. They had texted the group that you didn’t need to worry about them and that they’d see you in the morning.

The four of you piled into a taxi around one am. Everyone was sore and exhausted by then, and for once no one was in the mood to talk. Minho took one for the team and sat in the passenger seat even though he was just as tired as everyone else. It was odd to see him so quiet. He was usually so personable and talkative, but he only spoke when he needed to give the driver directions.

Jisung kept his hand on your thigh for the entire ride back, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. You could tell he wanted you to rest, and you weren’t going to argue. You drifted off with your head on his shoulder, lulled to sleep by the quiet thrum of traffic.

-

Jisung gently shook you awake when the cab rolled up in front of your hotel. He helped you out of the car and more or less dragged you through the lobby and to the elevator. 

“She’s gonna sleep like a baby,” Minho said. You could hear the smirk in his voice. 

“I hope so,” Jisung sighed. “She’s barely slept since we got here.”

“Why do you think that is?”

“I don’t know, maybe because you two stress her out?”

“Us two?” Felix asked, joining in. “What could we possibly be doing to stress her out?”

“Being yourselves, for starters.”

The elevator dinged, signaling its arrival at your floor. You lifted your head from Jisung’s shoulder and stepped out into the hall with him right behind you. Minho fished the key out of his pocket and unlocked the door for the rest of you, holding it open so that everyone else could file in. 

Jisung placed you on the bed and tried to get you to sit up. He brushed your hair out of your face before wrapping his arms around you and hoisting you upright. 

“Baby,” he whispered, “do you want to take a shower before you go to bed?”

You nodded. 

“Come on, let’s get you up.”

You had lost count of how many times Jisung had gotten you into the shower or the bath by now. Every time you got too drunk, too sleepy, or too depressed to take care of yourself he was always there, waiting to do it himself. It was like a tradeoff for all the times you’d edited his essays, all the times you’d played wingman for him at the karaoke club, all the times you’d stayed up until sunrise helping him perfect a recipe. 

He helped you onto your feet and over to the bathroom, hanging the towel you had used the night before on the hook behind the door. He started the water for you and hung the showerhead over the side of the tub so that it could get warm. 

“You gonna be okay?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Are you sure?”

You paused. “Can you stay?”

Jisung nodded, hesitant, but steady. “What do you need me to do?”

“I just want you to sit with me. Is that okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course that’s okay.” He turned away and slowly crouched down until he was sitting on the floor with his back against the tub. 

You took a deep breath and began to undress, trying not to think too much about the implications. You had seen each other naked plenty of times. On more than one occasion Jisung had been the one washing your hair while you sat in the bathtub after a night out. But that sort of vulnerability with your best friend felt different now. It had felt different since you landed in Seoul almost a month ago. 

And maybe that’s why you had asked him to stay. You were grasping for any sort of normalcy that still remained between you, or you were trying to recover it. 

You pulled your t-shirt over your head first, letting it fall to the floor. You then unclipped your bra, dropping it on top of your t-shirt. Jisung wasn’t even looking at you, but you still felt self-conscious as you shimmied out of your jeans and underwear. 

You picked up the showerhead and stepped into the tub at the same time, accidentally spraying Jisung in the process. 

“Hey!”

“Sorry!”

“Watch where you point that thing!”

“Watch where you point that thing,” you mocked. “That’s what she said.”

“I will get up and leave right now.”

“No, don’t!” you protested. “I’m sorry.”

Jisung acted like he was about to get up, but ended up just shifting his position against the tub. You laughed to yourself, bringing the showerhead up to your shoulders to rinse your body. You lathered yourself in the hotel’s body wash, listening to Jisung hum in the background. 

“What are your brothers going to think?” you asked aloud. You realized they might question why you were both in the bathroom at the same time. 

“I don’t know,” Jisung said with a shrug. “Why?”

“I don’t want them to think we’re fucking in here or something.”

“They don’t think that.”

“How do you know?”

“Because they know we’re loud when we do.”

“Oh yeah, that’s right. Go us.”

“I mean, you can start moaning or something if you want them to think that.”

“I literally just said I didn’t want them to think that.”

“Well, if you change your mind-”

“Do you want me to spray you again?”

Jisung flipped you off even though he couldn’t see you and you rolled your eyes at him behind his back. You washed off the soap and moved on to your face, using the same body wash to scrub your cheeks and forehead. 

You knew every single one of your friends back home would cringe if they saw you washing your face with something other than face wash, but in your defense you didn’t really have a skincare routine anyway. One of them had forced you to buy face wash a moisturizer a while back, but you rarely remembered to use it. You didn’t think to get a travel container for them either, so you were left using whatever accommodations provided. 

“Can you believe we’re in Japan?’ Jisung asked suddenly.

You looked down at the top of his head, wondering what had prompted the question.

“Not really,” you admitted.  

“Me either.”

“We used to talk about traveling together,” you added thoughtfully. 

“Yeah, and we kind of did! Remember, we took that road trip with my roommates a couple years ago to the west coast.”

“We tried to go to the west coast. Your Prius didn’t make it past Ohio.”

“It was actually the tires that didn’t make it past Ohio. My car was perfectly fine once we got them replaced. We only had to go back home because we spent all our motel money on the tow truck and the auto shop.”

“I don’t think engines are supposed to smoke, though.”

“Whatever. Can you hurry up, I still need to shower,” Jisung urged. “And so do my brothers.”

“I’m going, I’m going.”

You rinsed your face and turned off the water. Jisung stood and grabbed your towel for you, handing it to you with his back turned. You dried off and wrapped the towel around yourself like a dress. 

In your half-awake state you hadn’t thought to grab your pajamas to change into before you got in the shower.

Jisung noticed your pause almost immediately. 

“Did you want me to-”

“No, it’s okay I can grab them myself. We’ll probably get less questions that way.”

He gave you a look that said I don’t know about that, but let you go, following you into the room. 

Minho and Felix were sitting at the table playing cards. They both looked up when they heard the door and then looked back down when they saw you in nothing but a towel. You wanted to laugh at their instinctive panic, but mostly you found it endearing. 

You made your way past the boys to your suitcase where you began digging around for something to sleep in.

“You’re still dressed?” Felix asked, now turned in Jisung’s direction. 

“I was just keeping her company, asshole.”

“Don’t give me that look! Just thought maybe you were saving water, is all.”

“Yeah, right.”

You brushed back past the three of them, locking yourself in the bathroom once more to get dressed. You hung your towel up since you didn’t need to dry your hair and then let yourself out back into the room, trading places with Jisung. 

“I knew they’d still give us shit,” he whispered. “You should’ve let me get your clothes for you.”

“It’s not a big deal. And let’s be real, it’s only Felix who gives us shit.”

“Felix’s the only one who ever says anything because he has no filter, but Minho thinks that way too, trust me.”

You shook your head as you left, closing the door behind you. You caught Minho’s eye as soon as you stepped into the room. 

“Hey, you can put all your laundry in the canvas bag by the door. It’s gonna get washed tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, okay, thanks.”

You shoved the clothes you’d just been wearing into the bag and then made your way over to your suitcase to collect the rest of your dirty laundry. You did the same with Jisung’s clothes, sorting through his suitcase to find all of the things he’d already worn. 

“Wanna play?” Felix asked once you were done.

“Sure,” you said, sliding out a chair for yourself. “Deal me in.”

“We’re playing Go Fish,” Minho explained. 

Felix gathered his and Minho’s stack of cards and re-shuffled them into the deck, dealing each of you new hands. You looked at your hand and grimaced. You only had one match, a pair of jacks, while the two boys both had two sets of pairs. 

“Thanks a lot, Felix,” you grumbled.

“You shuffle next time, then,” he shot back. 

“I will.”

“Minho, since you lost last round, you can go first.”

“We didn’t even finish the last round! There wasn’t a winner.”

“Well you were losing at the time, so it still counts.”

“I don’t think I was,” Minho argued. “I’m pretty sure you had more cards in your hand than I did.”

“Too bad we’ll never know,” Felix chirped. “Just take your goddamn turn.”

Minho sighed, rotating to face you. His annoyed expression was quickly replaced with a cocky one. He smirked at you, eyeing you over his hand of cards. 

“Y/n, do you have any sixes?”

You glanced down at your cards in disbelief. “How’d you know? Did you look at my cards?”

“Just a lucky guess,” he replied and held out a hand expectantly. You reluctantly passed over your six of diamonds. “Thank you. Do you have any twos?”

“Oh my god, again? Why do you keep asking me?” you complained as you held your cards to your chest, jutting out your bottom lip in a pout. 

“Being cute doesn’t exempt you from the rules,” Minho chided, beckoning with his fingers for you to give him the card. 

A beat lapsed as the three of you processed the fact that Minho had just called you cute. You froze, unsure of what to do. He probably hadn’t meant it to come across like that, but it’s what it sure as hell sounded like. And no one at the table missed the connotation, including Minho whose ears were turning red. 

“I mean,” he stuttered, “just give me the two.” 

You held the card out for him to take without responding. He plucked the card from your grasp, careful not to brush his fingers against yours, and paired it with his two of hearts on the table in front of him. He turned to Felix. “Do you have any kings?”

Felix narrowed his eyes at his older brother. “No. Go fish.”

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I need to take a work trip to Germany, Leipzig to be precise. Should be a nice change from my NYC life.

I guess, your suitcase won't make it to Frankfurt... Then I guess I have to organize a replacement. Damn Airlines!

The only thing I can offer you so spontaneously is an old army backpack from GDR stocks, covered with graffiti tags, stickers and patches. Pretty heavy... And maybe not necessarily suitable for your classic suit… So, take your rucksckand head to the airport train station. Your train to Leipzig will depart in 20 minutes.

Shit, Frankfurt airport is bigger then expected. When you arrive, you thaught, that you missed your train. But luckily, the train is delayed by 15 minutes. Enough time, to relaxe. And for a smoke. You search the side pockets of the backpack. No cigarettes. But tobacco, cigarette paper. And weed. Shit, that could have ended badly at customs...

Ahh, smoking this feels great. I really needed to decompress a bit after this whole travel shitshow. Don't take offense, but a middelaged man in a conservative suit and a classic haircut smoking weed with an army backpack on the platform of the airport station looks a bit special... You have to admit that, too, when you see your reflection in the window panes of the high-speed train rushing in.

No one had told you that you had better have made a seat reservation. The train is packed. Getting a seat is out of the question. With a little luck, you will still get a seat in the dining car. You order a beer (what else in Germany) and check the contents of your backpack. On top of it lies a hat. It looks funny, you put it on. Otherwise, the backpack is not necessarily neatly packed. Everything is stuffed in more like this. There's a MacBook... You open it. And of course you know the password. Feels perfectly normal to open it. As normal as your pierced earlobes feel.

It is a low-coding platform open to any Big Data AI application. You scroll through the application. Sure, the prototype of an app for digitizing queues in doctors' offices. You open the library of useer stories and start developing the app further. A few hours ago, you had no idea about software development.

It's 9:00 p.m. when you look out the window. Gotha train station. Wherever that may be. You are looking at your reflection. Let's see what the others think of the fact that you have let the beard grow out...

The train is half empty by now. You have not even noticed how it has emptied. It's still a good hour to Leipzig. You close the computer. That's it for today. You order another beer and the vegan curry. Actually, you're also in desperate need of a joint. But of course you can't smoke anywhere on this train.

But you take tobacco, weed, cigarette paper and your cigarette case, which you inherited from your grandfather. And while you're waiting for the food, you roll a few joints on reserve. It will be after 11:00 p.m. by the time you arrive at your shared apartment. But you assume that you will sit together until 01:00 or 02:00. Your roommates are all rather night owls....

You don't notice that you're wearing high-laced DocMarten's boots instead of welted penny loafers as you step off the train. You also don't notice that your hair has grown considerably longer and falls tousled under your hat into your forehead... You pause for a moment as you see the tattoos on the back of your hand as you light up a joint to tide you over until the bus leaves. And after asking the bus driver for a ticket to Connewitz, you wonder if you actually just spoke German with quite an American accent.

The elevator in your house is of course defective again. Old building from 1873, last renovated in 1980 or so. That was long before the fall of the Wall in the GDR. But the rent is cheap. And the atmosphere is energetic and creative. When you met Kevin, Lukas and Emma at university five years ago, you were immediately on the same wavelength. Even though you didn't speak a word of German back then. You would never have thought that a semester as an exchange student would turn into a lasting collaboration. The fact that you found an apartment together where you could work on your startup at the same time was a real stroke of luck.

Upstairs in the apartment, Kevin already opens the door for you. As if he had been waiting for you.

„Sieht heute gut aus”, you say with your strange American accent.

Kevin hugs you and answers „Dude, it's good to have you back! We have missed you! Tell me, do you have new tattoos? Looks hot! And did you bring weed from Amsterdam? Our dealer is on vacation... Shitty situation!“

“Of course, i’d never leave you without”, I say, opening up the cigarette case and offering you one of the hand-rolled contents.

Kevin grins. „What do you say we smoke the first one not at the kitchen table but on your bed? I missed you, stud!“

“I’m so tired after this trip, so the bed sounds just right.”

There is nothing left of your suit right now. Yes, you are still from NYC. But you weren't a lawyer then. You studied computer science. And that was a long time ago. Now you are a Leipziger by heart

You both lie on the bed. You take a deep drag. And blow the smoke into Kevin’s mouth with a deep French kiss. The bulge in your skinny jeans looks painful. “Oh man, Kevin, I need some relief!” you growl.

It doesn't take long and we both have the tank tops off. You discover Kevins new nipple piercings. And can't stop playing with them. And Kevins bulge starts to hurt too.

“Man, let me provide some relief”, he says. And open your jeans. Your boner jumps out of your boxers like a jack-in-the-box.

Those new piercings… You just can’t help yourself… You’ve gotta feel them in my mouth! “Are they sensitive? Does it still hurt?” Kevin starts breathing more heavily. “What are you waiting for you prude Yank! They've been waiting for you for two weeks now!” You take a deep drag and blow the smoke over Kevins chest, which you caress with your tongue. Kevin moans “Fuck! You're doing so well! Sure it hurts. It's supposed to. You make me so fucking horny with your tongue! I love your tunnels on the earlobes!. I can not stop playing with them with my tongue.”

Dude, your dick is producing precum like a broken faucet. Kevin starts to massage it into your dick! You take one last drag from the joint, push the butt into the ashtray and blow the smoke over Kevins boner.

While Kevin rubs your hard dick, You begin licking his uncut cock. Damn man, these uncut European cocks will never not surprise you! Oh man, you love how it feels on your tongue.

Kevin doesn't stop breathing heavily, but still has to grin. “Fuck, admit it, you certainly didn't just talk about user interfaces with Milan and Sem in Amsterdam. You did practice your tongue game. Fuck, you know how to bring someone to ecstasy with the tip of your tongue!”

Oh man, Kevins precum just takes so good. You can’t get enough of it. Kevin reads your thoughts. “I want to lick your precum too. Let's make a 69! I need to suck your powerful circumcised cock.”

Yes, please!, you think in ecstasy. You just love how his balls feel in my mouth. And Kevin has fun to. You must have been sweating like a dog on the trip. Your balls are salty, your cock is deliciously cheesy. “Fuck, I can not tell you how I missed you.” Kevin moans.

He always feels so good, just keep going please, you think. His cock is so hard. His precum is spectacular. It’s like you’re in sync — in and out, in and out, in and out. “Fuck, your balls are so huge”, Kevin grunts. “I didn't jerk off all the time you ve been away. My balls are bursting”.

You both are perfectly synchron. Like one organism. “Please cum at the exact moment that I also cum. I want to make this old house shake.”, you think.You can’t wait to make you explode. Kevins moans “I can't take it much longer. Fuck, you are a master with your tongue. Fuck... Oh yeah... Yes! Fuuuuuuuck!”

Oh god! That was heavy. You both really try. But that was too much. Boy, what a load you both shot! Kevins cum is so thick! So potent! You ’ve got my whole mouth full, not able to swallow everything at once. You both exchange a deep French kiss. The cum runs from the corners of your mouths down our cheeks and necks. Kevin licks the cum traces from your skin. And you his. One last kiss, you pull up our pants again. And go to the kitchen with a joint. Lukas and Emma grin. The whole house could listen to you having sex.

“Incredible, as always, Kevin” You tell him, as you pass him the joint. And as if nothing had happened, you ask Emma if she has any new user stories for your app.

[miscfandomwrites]

Mama: Chapter Three

A/N: Oop, another repost. I'll set this in my queue for now tho.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mom! Avenger! Reader

Warnings: Cussing, Clint being Clint.

Words: 1.2k

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

Thankfully, the rest of the trip was quiet and peaceful. I decided to listen to some music and rest for a bit. Once we landed, I put my jacket and backpack on, and then carefully picked up Lillith. 

Clint stayed by my side the entire time, occasionally giving me a worried glance.

He spoke in a hushed tone once we got inside. 

“You’ll be on the eighteenth floor, and I’m right above you if you need anything. I’ve already started to set up some things the way you like them. The map is up in the living room and the kitchen is stocked with snacks.” He told me. 

“Thank you. I thought there was only one kitchen?” I asked him. 

“There’s the main, but all floors have a basic setup. Fridge, microwave, sink, dishwasher, and countertop stove. There’s no oven, unless you buy one of the countertop ones.” He replied to me. I nodded. 

Him, Natasha, Lillith, and I got into the elevator. Clint pushed the button to go up to my floor. 

“I can’t believe she’s still asleep.” Natasha whispered to me. I smiled at her and readjusted my grip on the sleeping toddler in my arms. 

“She sleeps through anything. It was a gift when she was littler.” I replied. 

The elevator flew up the floors really quickly. Within two minutes we were already at my floor. 

We got off, and Clint walked to the back of the floor. I looked around-this place was huge. And I had it entirely for Lillith and I…

I followed Clint into a bedroom that was as big as my entire living room in my old apartment, and saw the decor setup for Lillith. 

The walls were painted to show a forest scenery, and various woodland animals weaved through the trees and branches. The colors were done tastefully in green, dark brown, and black. A touch of gold here and there, but overall it gave the room a very ‘foresty’ feeling. Lillith had a huge dresser and a closet with mirrors on it, along with her toy box and bookshelves. Her stuffed animals were everywhere, including on her bed. Thankfully, it was a twin, not a queen. Clint and Natasha excused themselves, heading to where I assumed the kitchen was. 

The few times Lillith slept in a queen bed, she somehow managed to move more than enough to yank and burrito herself in all the blankets, usually getting stuck and hollering for me in the morning to let her out to go pee. 

I set her down in the bed, pulling the blankets gently over her. I grabbed her plush wolf-that was almost half her size-and tucked it in her arms. She instinctively wrapped her arms around it, pulling it closer to her, I smiled and tucked her in, smoothing her hair around her face. I kissed her on her forehead and told her goodnight, before turning on the nightlight on the wall. 

After gently closing the door, I found my bedroom. My door was painted completely (favorite color). It was just down the hallway from Lilliths, as well. 

I walked in and was greeted by the sight of a large, plush rug and my desk. Everything was mostly still in boxes, because last time I had Clint help me move, kitchenware somehow made it into my desk and my papers had ended up in the kitchen. How he was able to screw up that bad was beyond me, but he somehow did it. 

I tossed my jacket on the chair and set my backpack at the foot of my queen sized bed. The room was decorated with (favorite colors) and the walls were painted white. Shelves were waiting to be filled with my various trinkets and books, and it looks like I not only had a walk-in closet, but a huge bathroom as well. 

After exploring a little bit and moving a box or two, I grabbed my hoodie from my backpack and headed to the kitchen area. 

Clint was making a cup of coffee, and Natasha was looking at the massive map that took up most of one of the walls. 

I opened the fridge and grabbed a soda, popping the lid off and taking a sip. I hopped on the island counter and watched as Clint tried to figure out how to work the coffee machine. 

“Three scoops, fill the water, then press the on button. Not that hard dude.” I told him with a chuckle. He swore under his breath at me, in which I chucked again. I turned towards Natasha and the wall map. 

“What is this?” She asked me, still facing the map. 

“Red pins are places that Hydra has sent me, that I’ve found out about at least. Black pins are places I’ve been after Hydra, White is places I’ve been with Lillith.” I answered, sipping on my soda. 

“And the green?” 

“Places the Marines have sent me.”

“Yellow?” 

“Places I’ve been before the Marines. My childhood.” 

She hummed and turned, walking back to Clint and I. 

I took the time to notice her outfit and her in general. 

Slightly curvy red hair falling just at her shoulders, green eyes that reminded me of emeralds and the forest after rain. A simple t-shirt tucked into black pants, a black leather jacket I knew was just to cover up the fact that she was carrying a gun. Black boots that probably had a knife or two tucked in them. 

“Take a photo, it’ll last longer.” She told me. I looked up to her face and smiled softly. 

“I thought you didn’t want any evidence that you existed?” I told her as I took another drink of my soda. 

She smirked at me. “I suppose you will be the only exception to that.” She replied. 

I grinned and pulled out my phone, snapping a few photos of her. 

“FINALLY!” Clint yelled. I jumped, spilling my soda all over my hoodie and nearly falling off the counter. 

“Jesus Christ Clint, my kid is sleeping!” I whisper-yelled at him. He winced and muttered a ‘sorry’ as he held his coffee cup. 

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, and hopped off the counter. My hoodie and shirt was soaked through with soda. I pulled the wet materials away from my body. 

“Thanks, this is what I exactly needed right now.” I snarkily told him.

“You’re welcome, bitch.” He replied, pouring coffee into the cup. 

I pulled off my hoodie and tossed it into a conveniently placed laundry basket. My shirt was soaked through as well. I groaned and tossed the now empty can of soda into the trash, and pulled off my shirt and tossed it into the basket. 

Clint wolf-whistled and I flipped him off. “You’ve got a wife, asshole.” I reminded him. 

He nodded, sipping on his coffee. Then he pointed to Natasha. “She’s single.”  

My mouth opened in protest before I rolled my eyes. 

“Oh please, I got too much to deal with. I’m not exactly wife material right now.” I replied. 

“So?” He told me. 

I shook my head. “You are insane. I’m getting a shower and going to bed. Clint, if you start some shit I will tape you to the ceiling.” I answered. 

Natasha laughed as I entered the hallway, grabbing some clothes from my bag and headed to the bathroom. 

I could tell we would get along fine. 

~~

A/N: I honestly love this. Bit of detail that will/will not be in the story: Clint and Reader have been friends since they were young, drifting apart after high school. He’s the one that helped her with Lillith after her wife died, and helped her join S.H.I.E.L.D. They’ve got a fantastic relationship, if you can’t tell.

[starry-phoenix-finds]

Sims 3 Mods Masterlist

Lag Reducing/Game Improving Mods

Nraas MasterController- Adds countless options that allow you to easily control and change just about anything about Sims in your town. Featuring a robust filter system to allow you to find the Sims you want to target and execute actions on. Nraas ErrorTrap- This is a core-mod intended to catch and correct data corruption errors that can render a save-game unloadable. Nraas DebugEnabler- This mod exposes EA debug commands so they are usable in game. Nraas Overwatch- The primary purpose of this mod is to act as a periodic clean up system for correcting errors and eliminating junk that accumulates over a regular play-session. Nraas Register- This mod alters the rules governing role assignment in the game, allowing sims to maintain regular careers without losing their roles. Nraas Careers- This mod is used to load custom careers into the game. Nraas Traveler- This mod replaces the travel code. Ability to travel to any world. Nraas Porter- This mod adds a custom version of the import and export system used to create Library families. Nraas GoHere- This mod replaces the "Go Here" interaction, with one that can be stacked in the queue, allowing the user to better direct the route of a sim. Smooth Patch 2.1- Greatly reduces lag in all areas of the game. No Foot Tapping While Waiting For Clear Route!- Greatly improves routing for sims. Catalog Search Mod- Adds a "Search" button to Buy and Build mode. Additional Entry and Exit Routing Slots to Reduce Door Crowding- Greatly reduces sims crowding around rabbithole entries. No Intro- Disables the intro videos. No Route Fail Tantrum Animations!- No tantrum animation when a sim fails to route. No (or fewer) automatic memories- Stops the memory scrapbook from filling up with memories. Faster Elevator Moving- Improves the animations and time it takes for sims to get on and off elevators.

Babies/Toddler Gameplay Mods

More Toddler Interactions- New interactions for toddlers. More Baby Interactions- New interactions for babies. Napping Mat- A napping mat for toddlers. Toddler Food and Snacks- Adds two interactions to the high chair to feed toddlers meals or snacks.Toddlers will love, like or hate certain foods. Just Like My Parents! Costume Face-Paint for Toddlers- Toddlers put on play makeup. More Play! Playmat- More additions to the baby playmat from the store. More Activities Activity Table- More activities for the Activity Table. Mixed Feelings About Pregnancy- Replaces the default pregnancy moodlet with a custom version that has no mood effect, and adds two new moodlets. Sleeper Footies- Sleeper footies for babies. Little Wisps hair- Hair for babies.

Kids/Teen Gameplay Mods

100% Prom Chance + 3 Day Cooldown- This mod makes it so that prom happens every week. After School Activities- After school activities for kids/teens Teen Jobs- Part Time jobs for teens User-Directed Scolding + Other Punishment Tweaks- Tweaks parts of the punishment system from Generations. Tooth Fairy Mod- This mod gives child-aged sims the chance to lose their teeth and get money from the Tooth Fairy. 'No Stretch' Children can Series- Children can do more in game. Children can care for their lil' siblings- Allows children to carry toddlers. Teens Hangout- Teens can hang out with each other and sit on the floor and talk. Faster (and Slower) Homework- Changes the amount of time it takes to get homework done. Coloring Books for Kids- A coloring book for kids. New Scholarships- Adds various scholarships.  Acne Mod- Adds an acne system to the game. Cheerleading Mod- Cheerleading club for teenagers.

General Gameplay Mods

Missy Hissy Custom Careers- Custom Careers. Lot Population Mod- Teleports more sims to community lots, making them more populated.  Nraas StoryProgression- The purpose of the mod is to simulate a life-like balance amongst the inactive members of town, while providing the user the option to disable functionality they do not want. Custom Vehicles- Custom vehicles. Postal Mod- You can send post to any sim in town. Social Clubs Mod- Create custom clubs for your sims to join. Hairdresser Mod- Play as a hairdresser or a client. No Fridge Shopping- Replaces the meal-making interactions on the fridge with custom ones that check whether the Sim has the required ingredients to make the meal or snack. Business As Unusual Bistro- Modifies EA's store content bistro oven splitting the chef and waiter roles in two and allows you to set shifts for them. The Sims 3 Open For Business- Create a store, hire employees, set objects for sale (without rugs!), restock objects, earn XP on sales to increase your rank and more! Flower Arranging- Adds flower arranging skill to the game. Knitting for TS3- Adds knitting skill to the game. Attend University Online- This mod allows sims to work towards completing a university degree on the computer. Yoga Mod- Brings the yoga activity from The Sims 4: Spa Day to The Sims 3. Ice Cream Stand- An ice cream stand to buy ice cream. Exercise Bike- An exercise bike, (better mesh). Pool Jobs for Lifeguards- Makes it possible for sims in the Lifeguard career to be offered and perform jobs on pool lots as well as the usual beach lots. Buyable Beach Towels- Makes the Island Paradise beach towels purchasable in game. Set The Table & Call To Meal- Replaces the "Call To Meal" interaction on group servings with a custom version that has the performing sim set the table with individual portions of food BEFORE summoning sims to eat. Seasons & Barista Bar Beverages on the Coffee Machine- Lets sims make or serve the hot beverages from Seasons and UL on regular coffee machines. Ferris Wheel- A functional Ferris Wheel ride with custom animations for your sims. Buy Takeout And Order Food At Restaurants- Buy prepared food at the diner and bistro or have it delivered. Housecleaning For All Sims- The Clean House interaction will show up when you click on the ground for all sims. All Bars Serve All Drinks- Makes all drinks available at all professional bars on community lots. Fewer (or More) Credit Hours For Degrees- Complete a degree in one trip to University. Add Any Lot Size- Will allow you to add any lot size (from 1x1 to 64x64). Buyable Bunch o' Gifts- Unlocks the Gift Pile in buy mode, so your sims can buy their own Gift Pile for their family without having to throw a party. Book of Talent- Alter both main skills and hidden skills for your sims. No More Zombies Generated At Full Moon- Prevents the game from generating any zombies at the beginning of full moon. Throw Bigger Parties whenever you want!- No party limit on guests invited to parties and throw parties at any time.

[boliv-jenta]

Sex worker!Max Lord x f!reader

WC:1.9k

Warnings: A little angst. Idiots in something that comes before love. Allusions to smutty times.

Summary: Hot on the heels of his first proposal Max hits you with another.

Series Masterlist

The Proposals

The yellow piece of paper that Max wrote on was unceremoniously stuffed into your purse as you headed to the office. The underground car park was a wash with flashes of red and blue. There was a queue of four or five cars waiting to get in. None of them moved an inch. Huffing you abandoned your car completely, your heels clicked purposefully on the ground as you strode towards the source of the lights. Three black SUVs sectioned off the elevator. Men in FBI windbreakers milled around talking on radios.

Something too garbled for you to hear got their attention. "We're on the move." One guy calls. They scattered, getting into two of the cars until only one guy was left by the third. He opened the back door before climbing into the driver's seat. The elevator pinged and the doors opened, revealing two board men escorting a third. The third you realised was your very red faced boss. He rants indignantly as they walk him to the SUV to load him in.

By now some of your other co-workers have arrived.

"Do you think they'll shut us down?" A voice asks over your left shoulder you open your mouth to speak but get cut off by a voice from the right. "Hardly, it's just a little embezzlement."

It was not in fact 'just a little embezzlement." After the company shut down. A long list of charges came to light. By some miracle you'd made it out with a very substantial severance pay check thanks to your excellent skills in negotiating a contract. It would give you some breathing room. Quite a lot in fact but this was still a major setback in your career. Things with Max were put on pause while you sorted through your options. It wasn't until a week later that you saw that Max had sent back your last payment. Max didn't have a cell phone so you had to leave a message at his apartment. When he didn't return in after a couple of days you got worried.

The florists wasn't hard to find. During one of your dinners, Max had spoken about how grateful he was for your help in getting it. He told you about his job, the area he worked and how the lovely old lady would cook for him. A warm smile was on his plump lips. 

Standing at his door you second guess yourself. Your hand hovering over his buzzer until a woman pops her head out of the store. "So you're Max's secret lady!" Her English was heavily accented, Eastern European maybe? Wherever she was from she uses her language to hush the man inside the shop that had clearly had made a disapproving comments.

"Come, come." She waved you in. "Don't mind Viktor. He doesn't have a romantic bone in his body."

"I'm Zofia." She held out her hand. Shaking it, you give her your name. "The last few weeks Max has spoken about you every day. About how pretty and lovely you are. He thinks I haven't noticed. He still calls you a 'work friend'. You work at the bar that Max works at." If it was a question she doesn't wait for an answer. Her hands moved as fast as her mouth as she gathers a bunch of flowers and wraps them. "It's not good for him. Those unsociable hours. Sometimes I get up in the night and he's rolling home at 2am looking exhausted. At least he always has a smile on his face! Here!" She hands you the bouquet she had made. It was simple and elegant. Wildflowers and baby's breath in a hessian cloth. "I've told Max to take you these many times. A declaration of affection doesn't have to be fancy. Just good and honest. Right, Viktor?" Viktor seemed to be used to not being able to  answer as he just nods his head before she continued. "Well off you go. He's been off work all week. He'll be pleased to see you." You barely get a thank you out for the flowers before she ushers you out of the door and presses Max's buzzer. 

"Coming." You hear Max's voice before his footsteps descending the stairs. The door swings open to reveal him there. He looks different. Good. But different. His hair is wavy. There is no suit or shirt. He wears jeans and a sweatshirt. It takes you a moment to process it all. 

"Hi." He looks happy to see you but the moment is fleeting as a voice calls from inside. "Dad?!" 

The word hangs in the air before he turns to answer "Just one minute. There's someone at the door."

How did you not know he was a father? Was there just the one kid up there or more? "I..erm. I called you but didn't return it. I thought I'd check on you. You're fine so…" Every part of your body was screaming to leave.

"Yeah. I'm sorry. I was busy. It's my first visitation weekend in…too long."

"That's why you needed the money."

"Yeah." He shifts uncomfortably. "I see you met Zofia." He gestures to the flowers. 

"Yeah. Lovely woman. Very chatty."

The lines around his eyes deepen as he laughs. "She is. Alistair, my son. Is here until Sunday night. I could come over then? Give you time to read my proposal?"

"That would be good. Enjoy your time with your son." Your feet move of their own accord as you exchange goodbyes. Getting into your car you feel yourself physically deflate. That was a lot. All you wanted to know was that he was okay. Now you know he talks about you enough to need a cover story. And that he has a kid. It's all a bit much as you drive home and bury yourself in looking for ways to save your career. 

Sunday nights rolls around. Your mom and dad chat on different phone in the house. You filled them in on the situation with work. Assuring them that you are fine the whole time. Confirming to your mom several times that you are not going to jail. After your dad finishes telling you how his boat is coming along and hangs up, your mom stays on the line. "Are you sure you're okay, Sweetpea?"

No, I want to give up this stupid idea I had that I could run my own company and come home with my tail between my legs. I want to crawl into bed in my childhood room, just regress and live a simple life. Maybe with a sweet, brown eyed man.

"I'm fine, Mom. I'm upset, obviously, but I'll survive. I love you."

"I love you, too." You could hear the smile in her voice.

Max arrives about half an hour after you said goodbye to your mom. It was odd for him to be late.

"Sorry, I'm late. My car broke down on the way home from dropping Alastair off."

"You should have called. You didn't need to come over after that stress."

"What better way to relieve some stress than to see you?" You can't help but smile. 

All week, every free second you had you thought about how you would have loved to be in his arms. Not jostling for power or control. Just being with each other. Caring for each other. It had been so long since you had that. A man in your life that wasn't seen as competition or the enemy. 

"Sorry, I didn't get to read your proposal. I've been snowed under with work stuff."

"That's okay. I may have rambled a little. I can write you a shorter version. It all boils down to one sentence." Max snaps up a pen and post it note from your paper stewn table and scribbles something. "Here."

The note he handed you was simple.

I want to remove rule number two.

"Max…" All the words stuck in your throat. "I can't…"

"Can't remove it from the contract? Fine, I quit." His hands thread with yours to pull you in.

Slowly, you allow him to move you closer. "Max, you need this job. You have a son."

"I couldn't have gotten a home without your money but I can manage now. I can't take your money for something I'd willingly give you for free anymore. I shouldn't have taken it for this long."

"You'd be given up on the money for what? Me? I'm not sure I can give you a relationship. I have to focus on finding a new job…"

"About that I have a business idea…."

The small motel looks like any other from the outside. Maybe a little bit nicer than some you would pass on the highway. It's set back from the world hidden in the woods. It's advertised as a hidden hideaway for lovers but if anyone calls the number on the sign it's always fully booked. Each room has the softest cotton sheets, some have mirrored ceilings, others have restraints built into the wall, some have poles to dance around. One room, an old windowless supply room, has a full rack that people can be tied to, right behind the sex swing.

The advertising is half right. Except it's more like a hotel for people looking for lovers. There is a special number connected as well as the commercial one. A number that only a few knew by word of mouth but it soon spread. You call the number to leave your details. A contact number and what fantasy you want to live. 

You want a handsome cowboy to flirty his way into your heart and between your legs? He's stabled in room twelve. 

You need a daring pilot to take you higher? Room five. 

A little romance, TLC and gentle hands? You're in luck. Rooms eight, ten and fourteen are happy to help. 

Fourteen also provides a rougher hand. The duality of him is as much a mystery as his face that he covers with a simple black mask. 

Seven comes with additional warnings. Even with those, the women who stumble out of there are never really ready for him. There's just something about him that makes them feral. 

Six is the same. The theory is that it's his ability to be so dark and brooding but hold so much gentleness in those big brown, soulful eyes. It's simply magnetic.

When they both have company you worry for the wall separating them as the beds slam into it. 

Two was given a fitting room number as he is more than happy to take two at a time or more. He still manages to satisfy everyone. And still go looking for more company in the night. Speaking of…

Twenty five had to be given a room at the other end of the motel as people in nearby rooms were getting high off of his supply. Six makes sure that a little weed is the only drug that he has. 

Nine mans the phone line. His way with words eased the jitters of anyone calling up. He occasionally indulges those who ask for him specially. His voice entices them. The loss of his arm is still so recent that he's having trouble adjusting to being physically intimate without it, yet not one complaint has been made about his performance.

Room one is saved for the boss. He doesn't work as much as the others. He's far too busy with his family. Any requests for him have to be negotiated with his fiancé, she knows exactly what he is worth.

[denimbex1986]

'Next week comes the strangest pairing at the multiplex we've seen in years. We're talking, of course, about Greta Gerwig's Barbie and Christopher Nolan's Oppenheimer — together dubbed Barbenheimer — set to go toe-to-toe for box office dominance on 21 July. The former is a hot pink franchise comedy inspired by the iconic line of Mattel dolls, the latter a stylistically austere biopic about the invention of the atomic bomb. Such is the striking contrast at play, of course the internet (read: Twitter) was going to do what the internet does and meme the shit out of it: now, all anyone can talk about online is Barbenheimer, sucking attention away from other major summer releases like Mission: Impossible 7 and Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny.

Though this clash of cinematic titans might've been elevated to event prominence by the internet's collective love of ironic memedom, it's hardly the first example of diametrically opposed movies dropping on the same day. Fifteen years ago in the US, on 18 July 2008, cinemas were similarly split into two queues: the Batman enthusiasts on one side, clamouring to get into The Dark Knight and usher in a new superhero movie age; on the other, ABBA stans awaited a trip to the sunny isles of a fictional Greek island in Mamma Mia!. Had the internet grown beyond its cringey 9gag nascency by then, it might've been the original Barbenheimer. The Dark Mamma, if you will.

After all, there are huge parallels between the duelling duos. The Dark Knight was the dark and dreary, terminally serious Christopher Nolan movie. Mamma Mia!, the fun-loving “chick flick”, a jukebox musical for the gays and girlies to let their hair down with campy, sun-kissed escapism. Say you did the double bill back then: you could spend two-and-a-half hours with Christian Bale growling gravely under the cape and cowl, then it'd be time for cocktails on the beach with Amanda Seyfried and Pierce Brosnan. With Barbenheimer, it's another pitch-black Nolan flick where its male lead does a lot of broody staring into the middle distance, contemplating the deep evils now ushered unto the world, paired against Barbie, where men are Just Ken. For both Mamma Mia! and Barbie, it's hard to think of more colourful chasers to stave off Post-Nolan Depression.

The Dark Mamma, alas, never took off as Barbenheimer has. Indeed most people online, anecdotally, simply forgot that the two released on the same day, such was the broad surprise when viral tweets prompted by Barbenheimer brought new attention to the OG. (Here in the UK, they came out eleven days apart.) Little media coverage at the time pointed to the contrast, the most prominent article available on Google search being a Vulture piece from the week of release, the headline of which jokingly announced Mamma Mia! and The Dark Knight as battling “for the very soul of America.” Strikingly similar contrasts were zeroed in on: “Are you a happy person, or a sad one? Do you see the glass as half-full, or half-empty? Do you prefer your toast with strawberry jam, or do you like it sprinkled with shards of broken glass?” All ring true of Barbenheimer, too, only the question now isn't which, so much as which first. Shard sarnies, nevertheless, remain ill-advised.

Hollywood studios know exactly what they're doing with such stark counter-programming: the lack of demographic crossover suggests, on paper, that the movies won't eat into each other's profits, giving audiences a variety of options. In 2003, for example, X-2 was released into US cinemas on the same day as The Lizzie McGuire Movie, and in 2015, Mad Max: Fury Road roared onto screens simultaneous to Pitch Perfect 2. Barbenheimer is distinct in that we seldom get such a major clash of two big-budget summer blockbusters, nor a meme-propelled online movement spawning Etsy merch and Twitter stan rivalries. But that's the key thing, and the true movie-loving spirit of Barbenheimer: while we might joke about Nolan nuking Barbie's Malibu Dreamhouse, these aren't warring parties battling for audience supremacy. Much like The Dark Knight and Mamma Mia! — which went on to be the first and fifth-highest grossing movies of 2008 — early projections suggest that both Barbie and Oppenheimer will both do pretty well for themselves. And there's only one winner when that happens: the movies.'

[bella-goths-wife]

Truth in a picture part one

Father lost boys x reader

“Are those box’s too heavy” your boss, Paul asked concerned

“No I’m fine” you reassure as you lift the box cautiously

You had been working for Paul for a few weeks now. He was a good boss and was kind, he always defended you from rude customers and overall looked out for you. 

Working as Paul’s employee was practically heaven, apart from the dirty surroundings. So you decided that since Paul couldn’t do it himself on the account that he was an old man, you would do it for him.

“You seem spacey today” Paul commented as he hovered around you as you lifted box’s “something wrong?”

“Just got a lot on my mind” you say offhandedly as you start to unpack the old box’s your found in the back

“Want to talk about it?” Paul asks concerned

“Nah I’ll be fine” you say with a gentle smile and a shake of you head.

Today was the day that you would be meeting up with James and Michael at the bar. Today was the day you would trick your fathers. You were nervous but you were also curious

As you were lost in your thoughts you pulled out a photo. The photo was folded back so the only visible person was a young woman who had surprisingly similar looks to yours

“Ah I see you’ve found Katie” Paul comments sadly as he looks at your confused face “she looks so happy in this photo”

“She does” you say with a furrow in your eyebrows as you look at this woman with fading familiarity.

“It’s a shame I couldn’t frame it” Paul sighs as he goes into the back to get another coffee

As your about to question him, you unfold the photo and see an shockingly familiar face staring back. David’s blue eyes glared into the camera and effectively pierced your soul.

He had his arm thrown around the woman’s shoulder and was kissing her other hand as he looked at him with a smiley, amused face.

Thoughts rushed through your head like fast cars on a motorway. How did David know this woman? Was she one of his victims? Why does she look so familiar?

Your broken from your thoughts when Paul emerges and looks inside the box before plucking another photo out.

“This one it a good one too” Paul says with a smile “it was taken just a few days before she…”

Paul cuts himself off as he sighs and puts down the photo on the counter and you take a good look. It’s the same woman as before holding a infant, you’d say around 2-3 year old. She’s kissing the girls forehead and the child has a delighted look. Why does that little girl look so familiar?

“My granddaughter” Paul breaks the silence with a sullen tone “she went with Katie and never came back, she was a good kid”

“What was her name?” You ask as you comfortingly stroked his back when you saw tears well up in his eyes

“Y/n” he answered and you looked at him taken aback “I know, the universe surprised me when you walked in”

You head an engine rev outside and you look as Paul sadly as he takes the queue to wipe his eyes. You look at the photo once more and a wave of ice fills your blood.

While his backs turned, you take the photo and stuff it in your pocket before standing in front of him and hugging him. He doesn’t respond at first but he then embraces you.

“My uncles here” you announce as you release Paul “I have to go”

“See you Monday kid” Paul says as he pats your back

You rush out the bookstore and see Paul waiting on his bike with a bored look. Thank god it was Paul, he couldn’t read your emotions for the life of him.

“You good?” He asks with a frown as he hears your elevated heart beat and looks at the store with a glare “your boss being a creep?”

“No just running around after a customer” you lie and you get in the bike and wrap you arms around his waist.

Paul just shrugs his shoulders and takes the two of you to the cave on his bike.

Thank god he couldn’t sense your fear.

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“Hey baby” Dwayne greets you at the entrance of the cave with a hug “I’ve made dinner for you so you have enough energy for tonight”

“Okay dad” you say without thinking

“Dad?” Dwayne says with a questioning look, that wasn’t your usual name for him

“Sorry, I’ve got a lot on my mind” you say almost impatiently

Dwayne nods suspiciously and you rush past him to the living area. He calls after you but you send a half thought of excuse over your shoulder at him.

You look to see if anyone was in the living room, when you saw the coast was clear you walked towards the wall of the cave quickly.

You look up at the only photo that was hung up. A picture of your fathers standing together with a young you in David’s arms as they adoringly look at you.

You almost smile at the photo before an icy reminder runs down your spine. You had to stay on task

You pull out the photo of Paul’s daughter and her child. You look at it one more time before holding it beside the photo of you and your fathers.

You looked identical to the girl in the picture.

The reveal almost makes you drop the photo but your fear compelled you to grip it tight. What the fuck?

You were Katie’s daughter, you were Paul’s granddaughter. You were not your fathers child, they stole you.

Why would they do this? What did they do to Katie? Why didn’t they tell you? Were you just a pet to them? Or even worse, were you a future meal?

“You okay kid?” You heard David question from behind you, you turn and stuff the picture in your back pocket

“I’m f-fine” you stutter out as you try to act naturally

David just sighs and puts his hand on your shoulder while the other goes to your cheek. He looks at you with a reassuring look

“If your worried about tonight, don’t be” he reassures as he rubs your cheek lovingly “Paul will be there to protect you if things get out of hand”

“I know dad” you say with a forced smile “I need to get ready”

You rush out of his arms and walk down the caves halls with a fast pace. You reach your room and one thing goes through your mind

You have to get the fuck out of here.

[saidrabbles]

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fiery heart

you groan as you stretch your strained arms above your head, feeling exhausted. it was another long day, sitting at your office desk, reading paper after paper. you were responsible for proofreading papers for mistakes before they get published.

as you lower your arms, you notice a pair of sharp yet soft eyes stare at you from a distance. it was your manager, park joong-gil. he was responsible for your team, that is known in almost all of jumadeung. mostly because everyone gushes over his physique and sharp yet gentle features, but also because you're one of the highly skilled teams in the whole company.

you hold his eye contact, and subtly smirk. but he sees it. and it gets him fired up on the inside. he can't deny the attraction he feels towards you - you've been driving him crazy. being the careful guy all his life, he doesn't quite know what to do with his feelings.

he's not sure if you feel the same; but from the flirty gestures and words you've been throwing at him these days, he feels like you're feeling the same way as well. but then again, he's noticed you're naturally the flirty type. from the way you joke w others, hitting their arms playfully when you're laughing too hard; to when you hide your head behind your teammates when you're embarrassed.

you're driving him insane. and without his permission, you've become the air he breathes. what he wasn't aware of was that you've been trying to show your interest in him for a long while now - but hes still oblivious...or is he acting like it?

you get up from your seat, never breaking eye contact with your said crush love, as you walk up to his desk. the desks arrangement is pretty cozy, all are facing one another, with the managers desk set at the end, in the middle of all the other four. you put the papers on his desk, giving him a gentle smile.

'these are all the submissions for today's publishing queue.' he feels his heartbeat quicken as he hears your voice. he pretends to go through them, his mind unable to concentrate. 'good work. i like the way these have been edited.' 'well, if you like this, then you'll like me as well.' your lips slipped before your mind could process what you've said.

you both freeze, feeling your thoughts run through your mind. you clear your throat, and slowly retreat back into your desk chair.

you've definitely gone crazy. that's the only explanation for your fearless confession. you wanted to disappear right then and there.

great...now he thinks I'm self-obsessed.

you unconsciously started avoiding him for the rest of the day, your embarrassing conversation running around your head. you just wanted the day to end so that you can run away from him.

after seemingly long hours, your work for the day has finally ended. you try pack your things as quickly as you can without anyone noticing, but he noticed. because while you were avoiding him, he didn't take his off of you. your vague confession lingered on his mind, and he didn't want you to go home before he asked you about it.

you finally left the office, feeling like you can breathe again. before you reach the elevator button, you felt a large hand hold yours. you turn to see the one and only person you've been trying to avoid all day. 'can i talk to you?' he looks at you nervously. not feeling ready for his confrontation, you refuse. his hold on you tightens, not letting you go. 'please don't run away from me.' he says as you feel your chest tightens.

you let out a shaky breath as you reluctantly agree. he takes you to an empty room, as he readies his heart. even if you didn't feel the same, he has to tell you before it's too late. "i think...i like you. no," he shakes his head "i know that i love you" he sits on the black leathered chair, trying to get ready for what's coming. "i know that you probably don't feel the same, that you're like that with everyone. but unlike everyone, my heart couldn't help but beat a little faster around you." he let's out a deep sigh.

you blink a few times, trying to wrap your head around what he just said. you point at him, then slowly point at yourself, mouthing a "you? me?" forgetting his nerves, he lets out a small laugh. you can't help but feel your heart melting at his nervous smile and the way he's looking at his hands, like he's preparing himself for something. did he think you were going to reject him?

'you know, the only reason i learned how to flirt is to woo you. you've always had your walls high up, leaving no gaps for me to get to your heart.' he froze. he feels his chest tighten, like he's been holding in too much, alot more than his heart could handle. 'i just never knew how to ask you out. a tiny voice in my head kept telling me how you'll never see me that way.' he looks at his large hands, a vein popping up from the upper part of his hand.

you walk closer to him, and crouch down to look at him closely. 'just say the word and im yours, joong-gil.' he could've sweared his heart jumped out of his chest, ran laps around the tiny room, and went back into his chest. 'i love you.' he holds your face in his hands, bringing it dangerously close to him. 'i love you, (y/n). im so insanely in love with everything that you are'

you both feel your hearts form a symphony from their loud sounds, as he closes in the space between the two of you. he keeps pulling you closer, afraid to let go, afraid that this is all a dream. you are barely able to pull back, feeling his firm hold on you. "i love you, joong-gil" you breathe out. he caresses your soft cheeks with his thumb so gently, you feel like you're finally home. "will you be mine, (y/n)?"

you've only heard him say that to you in your dreams, so for him to say it right here and now felt so surreal to you. "i already am yours" as you lean into him to be engulfed in the warmest hug you've ever felt. you don't know how long you stayed like that, because by the time you left the building, the night sky was shining over you.