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Warnings: noncon/dubcon elements (rough sex, oral, cuckolding), deception.

This is dark!Loki and ft. some Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: Loki is new to the team but receives a cool welcome from those at the Avengers compound. Assigned to complete his orientation, you try to start anew with the former villain of New York.

Note: Still working on Omerta and From Eden. Tbh, the last week has been a tough one mentally but I’m working on that. I’ve also been all over the place helping my mother get settled after moving to town. Whatever, life is life. Thanks to all your wonderful people.

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It was a long morning. Much of it had been spent with Tony and as any other meeting with the man, it swung between amiability and antagonism. It was easy to guess why he was agitated as he was determined to thrust the crux of his displeasure upon you. Tony was never one to just roll over and he held a grudge well, but he wasn’t heartless and Thor was one of his best.

It was only unfortunate that the Asgardian had deemed himself a package deal. If his home was to be Earth, it wouldn’t be his brother’s too. Loki was different now, he sought redemption, to right his wrongs. It was a hard sell but the god was relentless and as usual, he prevailed.

“I want you to make this hell,” Tony’s words echoed in your head as you flipped through the workplace standards binder. “You are going to go through this with a fine tooth comb until that jackass can’t take anymore.”

These things were never easy. Going over protocol, safety regulations, workplace behaviour and etiquette. Usually you did your best to condense it all to make it more palatable; as much for you as the new hires. Now Tony wanted you to torture this man via dry ordinances as he wasn’t allowed to do so physically. The boss wouldn’t sign off until he was sure Loki suffered, though you were just as certain Tony had no plans to sign off on anything.

You checked the clock, it was almost noon already. You’d set up the conference room for your first session. The binders and files stacked neatly on one end as you sat in the middle.

You rose and looked through the transparent wall. Pepper’s heels raced by as she hurried to Tony’s office with her phone at her ear. The usual chaos of the tower.

You stepped out into the hall and made your way to the kitchen and popped a capsule in the machine before you found a mug. You added water to the machine and listened to the whir as it spat orange pekoe from its nozzle. You hated the little pods of leaves but you didn’t have time to wait on the kettle. You added a touch of milk and checked your watch before you stole one of the scones left in the box Pepper had strolled in with that morning.

You cradled the crummy scone in a paper towel and as you neared the conference room, you found a broad pair of shoulders awaiting you. You had still not grown used to Thor’s lack of hair. Loki’s dark head appeared just on the other side of him and your dread sank into your stomach.

“Hey,” You approached. “Just in time.”

“My lady!” Thor boomed as he turned to greet you. “How are you?”

“Well, and you?” You couldn’t help but smile. “How is the city treating you so far?”

“We have seen many things,” He announced. “Many delicious foods.”

Loki was silent, his eyes dull as he resisted rolling them at his brother.

“And are you doing more exploring today?” You wondered.

“Eh, I gotta see Tony but I figured I’d see Loki in for his first day,” He lowered his voice. “I told him to behave.”

“I can hear you,” Loki grumbled.

“Yes, well you already know I told you to behave,” Thor said. “So… behave.”

“Yes, mother,” Loki replied snidely.

Thor huffed and shook his head.

“I fear I’ve set him into a mood already,” Thor said. “I apologize.”

Loki blinked in exasperation but said nothing.

“Well, I guess we should begin and you should see Tony sooner than later,” You offered. “He called for the jet so he might not be here much longer.”

“Thank you,” Thor clapped your shoulder. “I promise, he has changed.”

You nodded and gave a weak smile. Thor left you and you turned to Loki. He stared at you a moment then his eyes drifted to the transparent door.

“Allow me,” He pushed the door inward and stepped inside to let you past.

You looked down at your full hands and thanked him as you entered. You set your mug and scone down but didn’t touch them. You had hoped to enjoy them before his arrival but for once, Thor was timely. Or perhaps that was Loki’s doing. He seemed the more stringent of the two.

“Loki,” You waved to the chair across from you. “Nice to meet you.”

“Again,” He neared slowly and grabbed the back of the chair. “Did you forget?”

“A brief meeting, yes,” You said. “But I’ve been told you weren’t yourself.”

He sat carefully and leaned an elbow on the arm of the chair.

“I remember it though,” He assured you.

“I tend to remember other events that day a little more clearly,” You countered.

“Mmm,” His brow twitched. “Yes, you Midgardians do cling to the more extreme details of my last visit.”

You wanted to scoff. Your last meeting had very nearly killed you. As creatures flew upon strange machines outside the windows of Stark Tower and buildings were decimated, you had caught a piece of shrapnel as one of the invaders crashed through the windows. You still wore the scar across your side; still remembered the god behind Tony’s bar, lecturing you upon your inferiority.

“This is a new start,” You slid a binder over to him. “Though not an exciting one.”

His fingers tapped on the blue cover as you opened your own and took a sip of your tea.

“What is this?” He opened his slowly.

“The rules,” You answered. “Combat regulations, mission protocol, office standards… the fun stuff.”

“And did my brother have to sit through this tripe?” He asked.

“Your brother didn’t try to invade New York,” You said sharply. “And Tony likes him.”

“Ah, Stark,” He smirked. “Of course.”

“Did you want a tea? Anything to drink?” You asked.

His eyes flicked up and he considered you. “Very kind, but I’d rather we just begin.”

“Right,” You looked down and took a breath. “Probably best.”

🐍

The clock at the end of the room read past six. You yawned and rubbed your eyes. All the little quizzes and evaluations Tony had tacked on were taking a lot longer than you expected. Loki looked just as uninterested though he read along all the same and had yet to falter.

You sniffed and leaned back in your chair.

“Ready to call it a day?” You asked.

“Up to you,” He said coolly. “To be honest, it has been slightly preferable to my brother’s grating presence. Slightly.”

“He’s not that bad,” You chuckled.

“He’s not your brother,” Loki countered. “Have you ever had the pleasure of eating with him? It’s disgusting.”

You held back another laugh and shook your head. Your eyes caught a figure on the other side of the clear wall. Steve squinted through and pointed at Loki with a tilt of his head. You blinked and shrugged. Loki noticed and glanced over his shoulder.

“Ah,” He slowly turned back. “The golden avenger has returned.”

“Well…” You tapped your fingers on the table. “I am, uh, late.”

“Late?” He raised his brows.

Steve went to the door and opened it carefully.

“Sorry to interrupt,” He poked his head in. But I’ve been, uh…” He looked at Loki warily. “Texting you.”

“We were just finishing up,” You assured him.

“Hello, Captain,” Loki pivoted his chair.

“Steve,” The other man corrected. “Thanks.”

“Ah,” Loki’s mouth twitched and he looked between the two of you. He stood up and turned back to you. “I didn’t realise. I shall see myself out.”

“We’ll pick this up tomorrow. Same time,” You said.

“I look forward to it,” He said dryly.

Loki took the black jacket he’d slung over the back of his chair halfway through your session and nodded at Steve as he slipped past him. He strode along the wall and offered a two finger wave before he disappeared. Steve watched him with hands on his hips.

“What--”

“You haven’t talked to Tony?”

“I didn’t think he was serious,” Steve turned to you. “He didn’t--”

“Oh, you guys need to calm down,” You rolled your eyes. “He was perfectly… tame.”

You pulled out your phone and saw several notifications from Steve, along with a few emails. One was marked with a red exclamation which deemed it urgent and you opened it up. You glossed through it quickly.

“Steve,” You looked up. “You didn’t?--”

“It was Bucky too,” He said evasively. “We were just doing our job.”

“You collapsed a bridge,” You frowned. “Why is it always you?”

“No casualties,” He pleaded.

“Only me,” You scowled. “I’ll be buried in the paperwork.”

He lowered his chin guiltily. He neared shyly as you packed up your bag.

“How can I ever make it up to you?” He touched your arm.

You narrowed your eyes at him as you collected your mug and half-eaten scone.

“Cheesecake?” He smiled.

“You can’t buy me with dessert,” You brushed past him and he followed you out into the hall.

“Really?” He said. “I know you like a little whip cream on top.” You entered the kitchen and rinsed out the cup and placed it in the rack. “But… we could try it on something else.”

You faced him and fought not to smirk. You shook your head.

“So the cheesecake is… foreplay?”

“Part of it,” He got closer and his hand settled on your hip.

“Hmm,” You hummed as his lips hovered over yours. “Strawberry cheesecake?”

“My favourite,” He purred and kissed you.

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The next day, you found Loki waiting in the conference room. You had spent your morning trying to clean up after the super soldiers. You pushed through the clear door and rounded the table as you greeted Loki.

“You’re early,” You said as you took your seat. The binders were as they had been the day before.

“All the better to get this over with,” He said as you sat and rolled your chair closer to the table.

“You know, I am starting to think it would be a lot easier if you and Tony just had it out,” You opened the binder. “Well, easier for me.”

Loki snickered and flipped through his own binder.

“You and the golden boy,” He ventured as you found the right page. “Adorable.”

You glanced up at him and furrowed your brow. You cleared your throat and looked back to the pages.

“So, we were going over required training.” You said.

“Is that allowed in your little Midgardian handbook?” He prodded.

“We will cover that,” You assured him. “Not that I think you need to worry about it.”

“Hmm, no,” He mused. “I wouldn’t.”

You sat back and sighed.

“It might be easier if you at least tried to make friends here,” You said.

“Friends?” He lifted a brow. “Who should I start with? Stark? Oh, I’m sure he’d be open to a little reconciliation. Or maybe Rogers? Hmm? He really seems the forgiving type. Or that little redhead thing? She seems peaceable.”

“You could begin with me,” You offered. “I’m not here to provoke you.”

He blinked and shifted in his chair.

“Have I been unkind?” He wondered.

“Not exactly,” You answered. “But not everything needs to be a… snipe.”

He considered you and his hand spread over the binder.

“It wasn’t meant to be,” He said evenly. “I bear you no hostility, though perhaps I do owe you an apology.”

“Apology?” You echoed.

“Regardless of the circumstance, I said what I said that day, it was cruel and there is no excuse,” He said. “You were wounded and I would have watched you die. It might have been a different version of me, but it was me. I apologise.”

“You don’t have to--” You touched your side without thinking. “Thank you.”

“And I will do my best to withhold my contempt. You do not deserve it.”

You were a bit shocked by his candour. You pressed your lips together and straightened the binder in front of you.

“That’s a good start,” You said. “So, now that’s cleared up…”

“What page was it?” He nodded and looked to his binder. He leaned it against the edge of the table as his eyes roved over the tight font.

🐍

The rest of the week went much the same. However, Tony’s plan to chip away at Loki seemed not to be working as your patience wore away and the Asgardian remained ever stoic. He was almost amused as he humoured your Midgardian codes.

Your weekend was well earned but didn’t allow for much rest. Steve was due to leave again that week so you had to squeeze what time you could out of him. It could be a couple days, or a week, or two. He could never really say and you never expected him to. You knew how it was when you got into the relationship.

All the while, you tried to catch up on the work delayed by Tony’s pointless ploy to drive Loki out. You hated that he had chosen you for this though you doubted he’d trust any other to do so.

On Monday, Loki was late. You were surprised. He had always been annoyingly early. You texted Steve and he replied with a heart emoji. The door whisked open and had your phone face down on the table. Loki sat heavily across from you, a scrape across his forehead and a split in his lip. His cheek was slightly swollen beneath his eye but he seemed barely fazed by his injuries.

“Oh my god,” You said. “What happened to you?”

“Training,” He smiled and hissed as the gesture pulled at the cut. “My brother… got a bit carried away.”

“And how does he look?”

“To the detriment of my pride, better than I do,” He said. “I did try to restrain myself, though my tongue does not obey me as well as my body.”

“Let me get you some ice,” You stood.

“Really, I’m fine.” He insisted.

“You’re bleeding.” You said as blood began to trickle from the split in his lip.

“I thought I’d stemmed it,” He reached up. “Forgive my lateness.”

“That’s the last thing I’m worried about,” You scoffed. “One second.”

You went to the kitchen and grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and the first aid kit from beneath the counter. You returned to Loki and set your wares down. You flipped open the metal box and grabbed an alcohol wipe.

“Did you clean the cuts at least?” You asked.

“I can handle it,” He assured you.

“Sorry, sorry,” You flicked the packet. “I sound just like my mother right now.”

“I do appreciate it though.”

He took the little paper packet and tore it open. He blindly wiped the cut along his hairline and that on his lip. You offered him some gauze and he thanked you before he pressed it to his lip. When the blood slowed, he grabbed the ice pack and held it to his cheek.

He stood and you quickly backed away as he tossed his mess in the bin. You packed up the kit as he sat again.

“Thank you,” He said again and you pushed aside the metal box.

“You know, it’s not too uncommon to have a bloody lip here,” You rounded the table and sat across from him. “You good though?”

“Very,” He said with a slight smirk. “I have been anticipating this section most fervently.” He opened the file before him. “Office etiquette. I suppose I am sorely lacking in that.”

You almost laughed at his quip. He wasn’t so cold as that first day and you no longer saw the villainous invader before you. You saw someone wildly out of place. For a moment, you felt bad for him. The glimmer in his eyes quickly smothered it and you wondered for a moment. This was Loki; he could more than handle himself.

🐍

Steve showed up only a couple hours later and waved at you through the glass. He had his bag. He was leaving. You tried not to stutter as you continued reading through the clauses before you and Loki seemed barely bothered by your momentary lapse. You swept a paper out of another folder.

“So, another pop quiz,” You said sourly. “While you fill that out, I’ll just excuse myself for a moment.”

“Very well,” He accepted and played with the pen.

“Ten minutes.” You promised as you stood and slid the paper to him.

He nodded and looked dully at the sheet. You hurried around the table and out into the hall. Steve retreated and you followed so you could not be seen through the transparent wall.

“Going?” You asked glumly.

“I shouldn’t be long. It’s an easy in and out.” He rubbed your arm.

“Oh? And who’s going with you?” You asked.

“Um, Sam,” He said.

“Ha, sure, easy,” You kidded.

“And what about him?” Steve nodded to the conference room. “How long’s this gonna take?”

“Well, with all Tony’s bookmarks, probably the rest of my life,” You grumbled.

“Gee,” He frowned. “I don’t envy you.”

“Rub it in,” You huffed. “I’ll miss you.”

“You too,” He leaned in to kiss you.

Your lips met and you grabbed onto his shoulder. You wanted to kiss him forever just to make him stay. But he had to go and you had to get back to work.

“While interoffice relationships are permitted so long as the proper legal protocol is followed, open displays of affection are prohibited as they are unprofessional and unseemly in the workplace and may lead to discomfort of others.” Loki’s voice cut through the air.

You pulled away from Steve and looked to him aghast. You heard Steve sigh and he hitched his duffle up on his arm. Loki held up the paper and grinned.

“Sorry to interrupt but I finished and… well, I think I’ve learned a lot,” He taunted.

“Apparently,” You turned back to Steve as he glared at Loki. “Sorry, I gotta go but… let me know when you can that you’re safe.”

“Of course,” He tore his eyes from Loki. “I love you.”

“You too,” You patted his chest. “See ya.”

“Yeah,” He shook his head and shot Loki one last sneer. “Bye.”

You watched Steve go and turned back to Loki. You hid your irritation and neared to take his paper.

“Thanks,” You said as you swept back into the conference room.

You sat and checked his work. Perfect, as ever. You were certain he didn’t care about any of this but he never wavered. You added it to the pile and looked up at him. He leaned back in his chair coolly.

“Did I pass, teacher?” He teased.

“Why did you do that?” You asked.

“Just practicing my learning,” He smirked.

You shook your head at him and flipped the page.

“Moving on,” You said.

“Must be difficult. Being apart so much.”

“We don’t have to talk about it,” You said. “It’s personal.”

“Apologies,” He said. “I was only attempting small talk.”

“It’s okay,” You said. “I just… to be quite honest, I’m cursing Tony as much as you probably are.”

🐍

Another week of tedium and you were ready to tap out. And you were further irritated that Loki showed no sign of distress. He was just as cool as ever as you went through the ridiculous mandates. Just as irksome as you glanced at your phone between sections. His curious, almost taunting eyes, lit up along with your screen.

But you kept on and on Friday, you let him leave a full twenty minutes early. You stayed another hour as you caught up on the rest of your workload. You barely made a dent but you just wanted to go home and hide in bed. Your empty bed. You hoped Steve would return soon.

You yawned as you drove to your building. Your fatigue mounted as you rode the elevator to your floor and neared the door of your condo. It was unlocked. You hesitated and pushed inside. You blinked as you looked around. The lamp in the living room was on but no other light shone and nothing seemed out of place.

You stepped further inside as you dug your hand into your purse and clutched the can hidden in its depths. Another light came from your bedroom door and you carefully crept down the hall in your heels to peek inside. You pulled out the can and screamed as a shadow appeared in the doorway.

You didn’t have a chance to spray the mace as it was batted out of your hand and the surprised chuckle eased your fears. Steve grabbed your arms as he steadied you. He was freshly showered and smelled of his sandalwood soap. He wore only the pair of old grey sweats with the hole in the knee. You shook your head at yourself and smiled.

“When did you get back?” You asked.

“About an hour ago. Didn’t think I’d beat you home but I had to try,” His hands slipped from your arms and he embraced you. “You miss me?”

“Did you miss me?” You countered.

“Of course,” He bent and kissed your lips, rocking you slightly. He pulled away and lifted a brow. “You look tired. Too tired?”

You giggled and hit his chest. He released you and slid your purse from your arm.

“Don’t worry, I can do all the work,” He offered. “You just get… comfortable.”

He backed away and set your bag on his dresser. You glanced at the chair where you usually put it and shrugged. You stepped out of your shoes and tucked them down beside the dresser. You stood and removed your blazer. Steve moved slowly to the bed and dropped down on his stomach as he watched you, his head cradled in his hand.

You felt like blushing. He hadn’t been like this in a while. The last few times he returned, he’d been tired; quiet. You gave him his space and he came to you after a while. You knew he needed the chance to decompress but sometimes it felt like he thought your time without him was easier. That your job was easier.

You unbuttoned your blouse and tossed it over the chair, shimmied out of your trousers and let them wrinkle on the seat. Your back ached from sitting all day in the chair and your muscles were tense from weeks sitting across from Loki. He was easier to deal with but that little glimmer of paranoia remained.

You unhooked your bra and swung it around before you let it fly across the room. You laughed as Steve hummed and you teasing pushed your fingers under the elastic of your panties. You paused and gave him a cheeky look. He groaned and perked up.

“You need help?” He asked.

“Well, not with these,” You shoved the panties down your thighs and they fell to your feet. “But I wouldn’t mind a nice massage. My back is killing me.”

“Hmm,” He sat up. His pants did little to hide his impatience. “I could do a massage.”

He patted the bed as he shuffled back to the edge. You went to the bed and climbed up. You eased yourself down onto the mattress, your face nestled between the pillows as you sighed. His hand brushed your leg and ran up to squeeze your ass. He urged your legs apart and moved between them.

“You’re tense,” He said as he pushed his hands over your ass and up your back. His fingers traced the scar along your side and lingered there. It was always so sensitive and made you shiver.

“It’s been a long week,” You turned your head to speak.

“Oh yeah?” He wondered. “He… giving you a hard time?”

“Not really but… I don’t wanna think about work.”

“Then don’t,” He ran his thumbs along your shoulder blades and drew a groan from you.

You turned back to the pillows and stretched your arms up around your head. His hands kept moving, firm, attentive, magic. Your voice got louder and louder as he found the knots and the little aches perfectly. It was rare for him to be so thorough. Often he was thinking so much about what came next, he barely glossed across your flesh.

He gripped your hips and you felt his breath on your skin. He laid a trail of kisses along your back; lower, lower, lower. He dragged his lips over your ass and nibbled your thigh, then your other. He urged your pelvis up and you obliged. You bent your legs just a little to support yourself, your head buried in the pillows.

He got down on his elbows as he pushed his head between your legs and slid his tongue along your folds. He gently began to lap and your thighs began to tingle. The flick of his tongue grew more deliberate as he brought his hand up to tease your clit. He poked your entrance with his tongue and hummed.

Your fingers closed around the duvet and you lifted your head. You whined as you felt the pressure building. You breathed through your teeth and your entire body shook. You were surprised by your orgasm, how quickly it swelled and crashed. Your thighs quivered and you bit down on the corner of the pillow as you came.

He kept on and you whimpered. Your voice floated around you as your entire being buzzed. His purrs sent a shiver along your spine as his tongue kept on. Then you heard your name. A hollow tone. Confused, familiar.

The warmth of Steve’s mouth left your cunt and you turned. Frantic you stared at the man in the doorway of your bedroom. You looked between him and the identical figure kneeling on the end of the bed. What the fuck?

The Steve in the doorway stormed the other. They met at the end of the bed and you were almost crushed beneath them as you backed up against the headboard. Scared, you watched them tussle until they rolled onto the floor with a crash. The grunts were startlingly similar.

You crawled across the bed and looked down at the struggle. The panic brewed in your chest. You hopped off and grabbed the naked Steve’s shoulder.

“Get off! What’s going on?!” You pulled and found yourself flung back.

You tried to grab him again and found yourself drawn back by an invisible force around your neck. You were dragged back to the bed, almost choking as the blankets wrinkled beneath you as you tried to latch onto them. You stopped at the headboard and felt along your throat, a searing pain in your palm as the unearthly bound tightened.

You kicked out and the sounds of struggle seemed to fade. You heard Steve groan and watched the naked one stand. He went to the chair and dumped your clothes from it. He carried it to the end of the bed and lifted the other onto the seat. Eerie green lights wrapped around his wrists and ankles, a thicker one snaked around his throat and his lashes fluttered as he tried to blink away his daze.

“What--”

As the naked Steve turned to you, his blond hair darkened to black and his broad shoulders shrunk, a slightly slimmer and taller figure before you. You wriggled and tried to pull at the restraint at your throat once more. You hissed as your hands burned terribly and rescinded them.

“Why?” You kicked your legs and they were stilled by the same odd green glow. “Loki! Stop.”

“Stop? Why, dear…” He turned and slapped Steve’s cheek. Steve shook his head and his blue eyes seemed to focus. “...you were just starting to have fun.”

“Leave him alone,” You tried to get up but were drawn back even more. Your arms were forced out and your ankles tugged further apart. “Loki!”

“Oh, I love to hear my name on your lips,” He purred as he came closer.

He drew a slow circle in the air and your body turned so your head was at the foot of the bed. He knelt and turned your head as he pressed his lips to yours. He devoured you as he pushed his tongue into your mouth.

“Loki!” Steve barked and you heard the chair creak slightly before he cried out. “Lo-ki!” His voice was strained. “Don’t touch--”

Steve’s shouts fizzled out as Loki drew away. You were flipped sharply onto your stomach and you squealed as your head spun. Loki climbed up swiftly and straddled your ass. He ran his hands over your back and squeezed your shoulders.

He leaned over you and grabbed a handful of your hair. He lifted your head so your eyes met Steve’s.

“You want to hate me, Rogers, but you haven’t any reason,” He taunted. “So let me give you one.”

“What do you think Thor will do when he finds out? Tony will--”

“You can tell my brother but he’s forgiven me worse and Tony, well, he could have an unfortunate accident in that lab of his,” Loki slithered. “Or maybe this darling little toy might break before I’m done with her. Pity.”

“You--”

“Would.” Loki insisted as he dropped your head and sat back. He hit the back of your head roughly. “This isn’t love, Rogers. It’s not even a crush. This is just… fun.” His fingers crept down your back as he slid back. “Oh, wouldn’t it be a scandal; the golden avenger murders his own lover. Even if it was an accident, well, that serum of yours… dangerous stuff.”

“No one would believe--” Steve choked before he could finish.

“You think I couldn’t make them? What reason do I have to frame you? And it would be easy enough to stage it all.” Loki preened as he poked between your legs. He rubbed your folds as he spoke. “What they believe hardly matters if she’s gone, eh, Rogers?”

You croaked as the force squeezed your neck and you flailed as you gulped for breath.

“Stop! Stop!” Steve pleaded. The pressure relented and you coughed and gasped. “Loki, please… don’t hurt her.”

“Oh, I never intended to hurt her,” Loki shoved his fingers inside you and you whimpered. “In fact, quite the opposite. Weren’t you having fun, darling?” You closed your eyes and he pinched your thigh. “Darling?”

“Y-yes,” You murmured into the mattress. “Please--”

“Shhh, you don’t have to beg,” He keened. “But I do love to hear it.”

He pushed his legs between yours as he continued to finger you. You could hear Steve’s heavy, angry breaths. Your own were shallow and frantic. Loki spread his fingers and you felt another prod at your entrance. He held you open as he slipped in; two fingers still in you as his cock stretched your walls.

He impaled you and pulled his fingers out. He sighed as he wiggled his pelvis and lifted your ass. He got even deep as his hands grasped your hips. You sniffled as you fought the heat behind your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Steve uttered. You heard the chair wobble but still again as he let out an agonized growl.

“No,” You gulped. “I’m sorry. I didn’t--”

Loki pulled back and slammed into you. You squeaked and he did it again.

“You can have your little reunion when I’m done,” He thrust so hard the bed jolted with each tilt of his hips. “Oh, look at her. She’s shaking again.”

He sped up, a little at a time, until he was hammering into you. You ached from his relentless rhythm and tugged against the bonds. He bent over you and hooked his arms under your shoulders and pulled you up. He bounced you against him, your thighs draped over his as he worked your body.

You bit your lips and turned your head. You couldn’t look at Steve.

“He can’t look away,” Loki whispered in your ear. “I made sure of it.”

You whined as he continued to use you. His hand slid down to your clit as his other arm wrapped around your chest. He pounded into you from below as he began to rub. You felt the same sudden rise. The same irresistible tickle. You gritted your teeth and moaned.

You let out a pathetic sob as you came. Your entire body convulsed and you pushed your head back against Loki’s shoulder. His breath glossed over your cheek and he bent to press his lips to your flesh. He nuzzled further down and bit into your neck. He snarled as he thrust into you hard and deep.

He shuddered as his hips spasmed and he rocked through his orgasm. He came inside you, a sickly flood of warmth. Your arms were kept suspended to either side of you as you struggled to get away from him. You hung your head and squeezed your eyes shut.

He pulled out and let you fall forward. You caught your breath and slowly moved your hand to your throat. You raised yourself shakily and looked to Steve. His eyes were glassy, his lips parted, his face pale.

“Steve,” You reached out to him.

As you made to climb off the bed, you flew back to the mattress, flat on your back. Loki strode around the bed as he snickered. He pushed his long hair away from his face.

“Now, now, you don’t think that’s it, darling.” He licked his lips as he came to the end of the bed and stood between you and Steve. “We have two weeks to make up for. Two. Grueling. Weeks.”

#loki #Steve Rogers #dark loki #dark!loki #loki x reader #steve rogers x reader #dark loki x reader #dark!loki x reader #fic #one shot #marvel #mcu #dark fic #dark!fic #oneshot

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ayellowcurtain · 4 years

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Could you do one where Robbe is still at the flat after Christmas and Sander starts dropping hints to Robbe about them moving in together but Robbe is just not catching on so Sander finally just flat out asks him one day // PLEASE I NEED SANDER CALLING ROBBE ANGEL THAT WAS THE CUTEST THING // could you write something about Sander and Robbe hanging out after Sander's appointment and Robbe's Christmas shopping?

At the last minute, Zoe had managed to convince Robbe to put some Christmas decorations in his bedroom. She came home with a huge bag filled with twinkling lights, a fake mini tree to put on his table, new sheets all green with some details in red, two Christmas mugs and two ugly sweaters.

Robbe wasn’t really interested until he saw that she had bought two of everything. He put everything on his bed and just stared at it, smiling to himself.

His mom was not home yet and Robbe had seen his dad a few days ago. He suggested that they should sell their old house and buy a new one, a smaller, more practical one.

Robbe promised that he would think about that, but then it was Christmas and he was going to spend it with Zoe and Milan. It wasn’t what he was expecting, but it wasn’t bad either, most importantly, he managed to distract himself from worrying about adult stuff by getting drunk with his friends.

Jens invited him to go to his place after midnight, but by then Robbe was too drunk to go out by himself, so he stayed home. Milan had asked him to stay anyway, Zoe was still very upset about her break-up and Milan needed every reinforcement he could get to help keep Zoe’s mind away from what Senne was doing tonight.

Milan was going to confiscate their phones for the rest of the night, so Robbe ran away from him just enough to send one audio to Sander.

You left twelve hours ago and I fucking miss you. Come back, please! Merry Christmas!

And that was it, Milan stole his phone, putting inside his reindeer themed box, hiding somewhere in the kitchen, coming back with more drinks for the three of them. They exchanged gifts - Zoe gave him a new jacket and Milan gave him new shoes with a note inside one, asking Robbe not to forget to put his shoes out next year - and then they drank and danced together for hours. Robbe had a joint that Jens gave him earlier as a Christmas gift and he decided to just ask if they wanted to share it with him.

Surprisingly they accepted, so they also got high together, while lying on the floor, their feet on the coffee table, looking up at how the lights on their tree reflected nicely against the white paint on the ceiling.

Someone knocked on their door and it sounded so far away, Robbe closed his eyes while he waited for someone to get up to open to whoever it was and he almost fell asleep, but Milan nudged him on his ribs.

“You open.” Robbe had no time to complain, Milan quickly caught the joint from in between his fingers and he and Zoe laughed while Robbe got on his fours, needing a moment or two to stand up and walk to the door.

“Hello, angel.” Seeing Sander’s beautiful face instantly made Robbe a little less drunk. “I see you’re having fun.” Sander walks in, stopping as close as he can to Robbe, making him dizzy from how deep he looks into his eyes.

Robbe feels his skin tingle when Sander finally touches him, putting one hand on each side of Robbe’s face, his thumbs right on Robbe’s cheekbones, making him open his eyes wider and Sander smiles, brushing their lips together, teasing Robbe for far too long.

“Where is everyone?” He asks and Robbe has to scramble his brain to find the answer.

“At the living room, but it doesn’t matter.” Robbe quietly wraps both his arms around Sander’s neck, gently biting his lower lip as he walks back, pulling Sander with him. “I have something to show up.”

They finally reach his bedroom door and Sander presses him against it, slowly licking his lips with his flat tongue, still looking at Robbe.

“Who is it, Robbie?” Zoe screams from the other room and Robbe closes his eyes, smiling when he feels Sander opening his bedroom door.

“Sander! We’re going to bed!” And they’re already inside, Sander locks the door behind himself.

“We need some privacy, you know. A bigger bed would be nice too...” Robbe nods his head, putting both hands on Sander’s shoulders, pushing his jacket down to the floor. He’s wearing Robbe’s favorite shirt, the one he found at the hospital that day.

“Maybe I can buy a new bed with the money that my dad gave me for Christmas...” He finally answers and Sander rolls his eyes when Robbe puts his arms around his neck again, walking back on his tiptoes.

“That’s now what I meant. Don’t buy a new bed just yet.” Sander sits back on the bed, right on their brand new sweaters, but Robbe doesn’t care about that now, quickly sitting on Sander’s lap, smiling, playing with his hair.

“How high are you, angel?”

Robbe tips his head to the side and raises his eyebrows. Sander is using the lower tone of his voice and it’s so fucking sexy.

“Not as high as you think I am. I still can do things.” He says as he quietly puts his hands underneath Sander’s shirt, touching his belly with his fingertips, lifting the shirt until Sander gets the hint, lifting his arms, letting him take his shirt off.

It’s not the first time and it won’t be the last, but Robbe just stares at his boyfriend’s hot body with no shirt on, gently touching everything. Sander relaxes, putting his hands back for extra support, giving Robbe more room and a better light to look at his bare chest.

He has touched and kissed and licked every inch of Sander’s body countless times, but Robbe can’t believe it.

“Robbe, look at me.” Sander tries, but Robbe doesn’t obey so he sits up again, brushing the bridge of his nose against the tip of Robe’s nose, finally catching his attention, his hazy and small eyes finally meeting Sander’s, with his lips still parted, almost drooling. “Do you hear this?”

They stay in silence and Robbe frowns.

“Exactly. They’re quiet, probably trying to hear what we’re doing. So we can’t have sex tonight.”

“What? No! Sander...” He sighs and Sander puts his hands on the small of his back, pulling Robbe even closer.

“Fucking thin walls, you know that. There’s no way they wouldn’t hear us.” Robbe closes his eyes, suddenly needing to have sex with his boyfriend, even if they have to hide underneath the covers and go extra slowly not to lose themselves too much.

“We had sex before when they were home.” He tries to justify, but Sander just gives him a soft peck on the lips.

“They’re always sleeping or watching tv too loudly or doing the same with music.” Robbe closes his eyes, letting himself fall to the side on his bed, pulling one of the pillows to cover his face.

“Angel...” Sander moves in between his legs, snaking one hand underneath Robbe’s shirt, kissing his chest. “We would have so much more privacy if we had our own place...”

Robbe shoves his pillow to the other side, looking at his boyfriend.

“We can’t afford it. Your parents hate me, they would never agree to us living together, they want you to go back to fucking Britt, not me.”

Sander laughs, hiding his face against Robbe’s chest.

“My dad doesn’t hate you and he has money. There’s this tiny flat that is available right next to my parents’ house. One bedroom, one bathroom.” Robbe is still pouting from not getting what he wants on Christmas Eve!

“I don’t have money.” Sander rolls his eyes, clearly getting impatient as he crawls on top of Robbe.

“My dad has enough money, you’re gonna pay even less than what you pay here. And we’re going to be right next door to some type of responsible adults. I’m asking you, Robbe: please, come live with me. We’re already together twenty-four seven anyway, it’ll just make out lives easier.”

Robbe props himself on his elbows, looking at Sander.

“Are you serious? Like all of this conversation is a serious one?” Sander rolls his eyes again, smiling against Robbe’s lips.

“Yes, Robbe, it’s serious. We can go look at the flat this week if you want.”

Robbe can’t help but imagine them living together, no one else to interrupt them. It sounds too good to be true, but they can at least look at the flat. “Say yes.” Sander whispers, resting his forehead against Robbe’s and he just nods, biting his lower lip.

“Yes.”

#wtfock #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #robbe x sander #sobbe

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noonaduck · 5 years

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BTS - Sweet Dreams pt.4

Pairing: OT7 x reader Genre: Fantasy AU, fluff, smut(?), angst words: 1323 Summary: Eight dreams and eight powers, tied together. Would they fall or would they rise? Y/N had seen dreams about seven men as long as she could remember. Namjoon was a regular guy who worked in a small bookstore. Jin has finally reached his dream and opened his very own cafe. Yoongi was a heir with future which was already planned for him. Jimin and Hoseok were partners in everything what they did in their life. Jungkook was an artist with complicated past. Taehyung was a knot which bonded them all. Together they all were a circle with awakening powers. - ch. is edited with minor changes. 3. < 4. > 5.

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Jungkook's Pov. He could feel feather light lips on his own. They moved gently and whispered their secrets against his own. He could feel soft locks tickling his face. He heard small giggle coming from her lips. He did not want it to end. Hot flesh against each other, bodies moving in sync. He was about to burst... Loud noise jolted him awake. He was alone in his studio apartment and he could hear yelling coming from downstairs. Next door, or would you say under floor neighbors, were back at it again. They either were having the loudest arguments ever or wildest sex you could imagine. Pounding of bed and female's moans told what it was this time. It was useless to try to sleep anymore. Jungkook's apartment was more really like a loft than a small studio apartment. He had two floors on his own. First floor was same open space, if you did not count bathroom. He had open kitchen which was connected to his big living room. Everything was decorated in black and white. Full wall length windows were located on west side of the space. On the second floor was two bedrooms, another bathroom and finally the most important room of all, his studio. He was an artist and successful one in fact. He wanted to think that it was purely because of his talent but deep down he knew it wasn't the whole truth. Mr. Jeon, his father who has passed away now, was one of the most famous and promising artists of his generation. So it was no surprise that his son had took after him. Because he was son of famous Jeon, of course the son would rise as well. His fathers dead has been such a tragedy, atleast that was what everyone has said. They did not know his father's real nature after all . His fathers art style was rather abstract full of colors and shapes. Jungkook painted mostly realistic black and white ones. One of his first jobs was at his friend's dance studio where he had wanted him do some graffiti on his studio wall's. It was one of rare works which he had made with some other style than black and white. Jungkook curses and pushes covers over him, you would think that with this expensive apartment would come silence, but no. Usually he would sleep like a lug but when it came to that girl even little noises would end his sleep. He felt over sensitive around her, even tough she wasn't real. Jungkook has came long time ago into conclusion that the girl was just reflection of his desires. It had been so long time when he had dated anyone. Main reason was that he couldn't be sure would the other person like him because who he was and not because his reputation and status. It surely has nothing to do with how awkward he felt with the idea of dating. He sits up on his bed and looks around him. His room is decorated with black and red, which are his favorite colors. His bed is made of dark wood and his bed sheets are white with red decorations. His walls are plain and white and there is no other wall decorations except one big painting which does not seem to fit in. It is painting oh his fathers's. Like many times before his eyes can't help but draw towards it. The painting looks like someone has poured all the imaginable colors over each other and each of them competes over your attention. To be honest he hated that painting a lot. But it also reminded him of his father, so he did not bare to take it of. Black and fluffy carpet covered almost his whole floor. His working station was located on the right wall next to his small walk in closet. The table was full of his papers and you could barely see his computer under them, even tough he spent more time gaming on that computer than doing actual work. Finally he stood up and headed towards downstairs, he could really use a coffee. Jungkook hymned while he waited his coffee to pour. He was leaning on the bar counter when his phone begun to ring. Caller was unknown. He hesitated little but after a while he pressed the green button.

''Hello, who is this?'' He asks. ''Is this Jeon Jungkook?'' Female's voice asks from other side of line. ''I asked first.'' Jungook was persistent. ''My name is Y/N L/N, and I'm looking for Mr. Jeon to ask would he be interested about having and interview?'' Female answers. ''Mr. Jeon was my father.'' He grumbles in annoyance. ''So this is right number indeed.'' Y/N sounded happy. ''I'm sorry which media you represented again?'' Jungook asks. He is so tired of journalist who thought they knew everything about him and his work. He was so ready to turn one of them down. ''I did not say it yet. Well actually I'm not from any big media house. I have my own independent blog.'' Y/N tells. ''So a small fish, huh. I'm not interested sharing my views with big companies and and surely neither with some small ones.'' Jungkook could feel himself turning cocky but he did not care. ''Not even when I know truth about your fathers dead?'' Y/N sounded rather serious. Jungkook freezes and tightens his crib around the phone. ''What do you want?'' He had to force all the words from his mouth. ''Like I said, I want to interview you. If you agree, I will forget what I know.'' Y/N answers calmly. She was way too calm for his liking. ''Where and when?'' Jungook asks and tries to calm down. ''I text you the address.'' She says and hangs up the phone. Little after that his phone peeps for sing of message. *

Y/N's Pov. You hated to hit so low, but sometimes girl got to do what girl got to do. You looked old news articles on your kitchen table and rubbed your forehead. You had crossed Jeon family's secret by accident. Mr. Jeon had killed himself driving out from the bridge right into cold and icy river ten years ago. At least it was an official statement of the case. Documents which were on your hands stated otherwise. You had bought old looking suitcase from yard sale even tough the seller had told that he wasn't able to open it. He had just bought a new house with low prize and found some of the old owners items. He had decided to sell them alongside with his own useless items. You were no by any means going to buy anything at first but then you saw the old suit case with low prize and with the owners story, your curiosity got best of you. When you got home from yard sale You had broke the lock with small creativity and some tools. You were truly surprised when the case finally opened. It was full of crime scene photos and some hand wrote notes. It seemed that the suitcase belonged for some old police officer who had continued to search the case even when it was closed. You had also found Jeon jungkook's and his mother's phone numbers inside of the case and you were still surprised when Jungkook had the same number in use after all this time. His mother's number wasn't in use anymore which you had tried at first to call. You had never seen the man's face but you were quite sure that he was famous among art people, like his father was. You had pocked ice with stick when you had said that you knew the truth about his father's dead. It seemed that Jungkook at least suspected that there was something more in his father's death than just a simple suicide. Like curious creature that you are you had took the bait. All what was left is wait to tomorrow to come.

#bts fanfic #bts fantasy au #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #bts au #bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff #BTS jimin #BTS jungkook #bts hoseok #BTS suga #BTS jin #bts #bts namjoon #bts taehyung #kpop smut #fanfiction

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emospritelet · 5 years

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Last Man Standing

So, you guys really wanted 14,000 words of pointless Golden Lace pron, right? No? Well, tough, you’re getting it anyway.

An AU of the Neverland verse, in which escort!Gold and Lacey try to bang each other senseless

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Alistair Gold reflected that of all the things he could be doing that evening, walking to a hotel to meet someone who had paid for three hours of sex wasn’t high on his list of favourite activities. He supposed he should be grateful for the work; his son Neal had two years of college left, and selling his body was the best way he knew to pay for that, but it was soul-destroying. It also had the potential to be dangerous, although it had been months since he had been in a bad situation. He had learned the hard way to recognise clients who took their pleasure from pain and humiliation.

The Arendelle Hotel was one that Gold had visited before. It was a mid-price boutique establishment over twelve floors on one of Boston’s nicer back streets, and he looked it over as he drew to a halt, taking in the old-fashioned frontage with wrought-iron railings at the windows. He had been waiting on the details of the client he was due to meet, and was surprised not to have received them; Tink usually sent them through at least an hour before the agreed time of his appointment.

He set down the black leather bag that carried the tools of his trade and dug out his phone, thumb flicking at the screen to call the agency. It rang several times before being answered.

“Hello?”

A bright, cheerful voice chirped at him, and Gold blinked.

“Astrid?”

“Oh!” she squeaked. “I meant to say ‘Good evening, Blue Star Escort Services’! Please don’t tell Blue I screwed up again!”

“Where is Blue?” he asked.

“Networking,” she said. “She had some sort of drinks party to go to. She took Tink with her, so it’s - it’s just me tonight. Sorry.”

Gold refrained from sighing with great difficulty. Astrid was adorable, with a heart of gold, but somewhat on the ditzy side, and he wasn’t all that convinced of her computer skills, having overheard her conversations with Leroy, the handyman. Of course, she could simply have been pretending not to know anything to let Leroy show off his own knowledge. It was the worst kept secret at Blue Star that the two were in love with each other. Gold decided to think positively.

“Right, I need you to send me the details of my client,” he said. “It was all kind of last minute. Tink left a message to turn up at Hotel Arendelle, but I don’t have a name or room number.”

“Oh no!”

“Well, I’m sure we can get to the bottom of it,” he said. “Everything will be on the computer system under Danny Devine, okay? I’m at the hotel now.”

“I remember Tink telling me about the bookings,” she said pensively.

“Yes, and they’ll be on the computer,” he said, figuring that repetition was his friend in this situation. “I need the name and the room number.”

There was silence, and he shook his head. He could hear her muttering in the background.

“Astrid,” said Gold patiently. “The name?”

“Oh yes!” There was a crackle of paper. “I have it somewhere!”

The was an ominous clink, and a muffled “Oops!”

Gold pinched the bridge of his nose. Hard.

“Okay, look, never mind about the name,” he said. “What room number is it?”

She didn’t respond, and he raised his eyes to the sky. “Astrid!”

There was a scrabbling noise, and she came on the phone again, sounding breathless.

“Yes! Sorry, it’s just - just - I spilled my tea all over the computer, and - and there was kind of a mini-explosion, and now it’s - it’s not - working...”

Her voice trailed off lamely, and Gold sighed.

“Is there anything you can remember about this client?” he asked. “I don’t want to have to knock on every hotel room door asking if anyone paid for sex, understand?”

“Oh, I think I remember that!” she said brightly. “It was room 402, I’m sure of it! I remember because that was the number of my first booking!”

“Well, that’s something, at least,” he said.

“Yeah, he was a Senator,” she said pensively. “Not the nicest man, but he tipped well. I remember he enjoyed spanking—”

“Yeah, I don’t think we need to go into that right now,” said Gold hastily. “You’re sure about 402?”

“Oh yes!” She let out a squeak of alarm, and he shook his head.

“Are you alright?”

“Fine!” she said, in a too-cheerful voice. “Well no, not fine, there’s - there’s a lot of smoke coming out of this thing...”

“Oh my God…” Gold ran a hand over his face. “Look - just get out of there! Get a bloody fire extinguisher! Not the water one!”

“Oh, I’m sure Leroy will be able to help me fix this,” she said, sounding confident. “What about you? Are you sure you’ll be okay?”

“I’ll go and knock on 402,” he said. “If there’s a problem, I’ll call back.”

“Okay!” she chirped.

He rang off, turning the phone to silent and shoving it into his pocket with a sigh of despair, then picked up his bag and trotted up the steps into the hotel lobby. It was decorated in a modern style, the walls in shades of ice-blue, white and lilac, the staff in blue livery with silver buttons. He walked through the lobby to the elevators, pressing the call button. The elevator, when it came, had mirrored panels all around, and he gave himself a final once-over, his suit a spotless three piece in charcoal grey, his shirt midnight blue silk with a silvery-grey tie. He was clean-shaven, no nicks on his cheeks, his hair cropped short, shining gold and silver in the light. He nodded curtly to himself. As good as it got. Clients always liked the suits. Hopefully this client wouldn’t want an extension of their time together; he had already worked two nights that week and was tired. He pushed the button for the fourth floor, and sighed as the elevator made its way up. Three hours, and he could be out of there.

Lacey French was nervous, and she didn’t like the feeling.

She had heard good things about Blue Star, and for the most part they had all turned out to be true. Miss Blue seemed a kind and gracious employer, the pay and benefits were excellent, and the escorts she had met thus far had all been very welcoming. She even had the option to let the client book the accommodation, but for her first assignment she had preferred to let the escort agency do it. The Arendelle Hotel was clean, modern, and the room she was currently pacing back and forth in had a large king bed, lounge area with a couch and coffee table, and a bathroom tiled in slate grey. The hotel receptionist, when she checked in, hadn’t batted an eyelid as she had asked for the key, and she presumed that he was well aware of her profession. To his credit, he hadn’t even looked down his nose at her. All in all, the evening had started well. But now her client was late, and she had heard nothing from Blue Star.

She pulled her phone from her bag, swiping at her contact list to call. It rang for a long time before someone picked up, with a hurried greeting that she was certain wasn’t the one the agency used.

“Hey,” she said. “It’s Lacey. I’m on my first job, and I’m not sure if we’ve met. Who’s that?”

“Astrid,” came the voice, sounding flustered. “Um - I’m kind of having a situation here…”

“It’s cool, I’ll let you go in a second, I just need some info,” said Lacey. “Who’s my client? I was sure we said seven o’clock, but he’s not here.”

“I - I can’t get into any of the records,” said Astrid. “The computer kind of went poof and now nothing’s working!”

Lacey rolled her eyes, pacing back and forth beside the bed.

“So you can’t tell me who I’m supposed to be banging tonight?” she asked. “Whoever he is, he’s fucking late. Like an hour. At least tell me he paid in advance.”

“Um…” Astrid’s uncertain tone made Lacey sigh. “I - guess?”

“I don’t believe this…”

“I’m sorry!” said Astrid wretchedly. “This evening has been a nightmare!”

“Astrid, come on!” Lacey threw up her hand and let it fall against her leg with a slap. “I could be losing money here!”

There was a knock at the door, and her head whipped around.

“Hey, never mind,” she said quickly. “I think he’s here. Maybe it was eight, not seven, my brain’s gone to crap!”

“Yes, but—”

“If there’s a problem I’ll call, okay?”

Lacey rang off, turning the phone to silent and shoving it in her bag before going to the door. She glanced at herself in the mirror as she passed, tight black dress that showed off every curve, hair piled on top of her head, makeup on point… She took a deep breath, and nodded to herself. You got this, girl. Just remember to stay in character and keep your bloody wits about you.

She opened the door, and blinked. A man stood there, gazing at her with a calm, somewhat flat expression in his dark eyes. He was maybe in his late forties, possibly early fifties. Short for a guy: perhaps five-eight, and thin. He wore what looked like a very expensive three-piece suit with a dark blue silk shirt and grey tie, and his light brown hair was cropped short and scattered with grey, shining silver at his temples.

“Good evening,” he said quietly. “I believe we have an appointment.”

Lacey started, remembering what she was supposed to be doing. His accent was Scottish, though somewhat softer than she had heard from others. There was a pleasant warmth to it, a low roundness that made the words flow out and wrap around her. She licked her lips.

“Yeah,” she said, and then smiled. She made her voice a little lower and softer, more sultry and inviting. “Yes, we do. Come on in.”

She stepped back, and he moved past her into the room, a black leather holdall swinging from one hand. She pushed the door shut and locked it, turning to look him over as he glanced around the room. He had an angular face, with high cheekbones and a slightly crooked nose. Silvery wisps of hair brushed the pointed tips of his ears, and she wondered what he did for a living. A company chairman, perhaps, or an investment banker. It must be something that paid well enough to get him that suit and three hours of her time on a Friday night. He wasn’t wearing a wedding ring, so maybe he was too busy to have a proper relationship. Or maybe he just liked sleeping with strangers where he could set the terms and avoid emotional entanglements. Either way he looked pretty good, and his money would spend just as well as anyone else’s.

“Three hours, right?” she said, and he glanced over his shoulder.

“Correct.”

“What’s your name?” she asked.

He set down the bag on the arm of the couch, adjusting his cuffs as he turned to face her, then inclined his head, and smiled, showing white teeth.

“Danny Devine, at your service.”

So did your parents hate you, or did they give all their kids stripper names?

“I’m Belle,” she said, keeping the amusement from her face. “Belle Delacoeur.”

His mouth twitched a little, as though he knew that wasn’t her real name. She reasoned that perhaps Danny Devine wasn’t his, either. Clients often gave fake names, she had been told. He opened up the bag, lifting out a bottle of champagne and holding it up. She wondered what else was in there. Work stuff, maybe? Papers?

“Well, Miss Delacoeur,” he said. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Would you like a drink?”

She hesitated, but the champagne had very obviously not been opened, and she couldn’t see any way he could have tampered with it.

“I’d love one,” she said. “There are glasses on the drinks cabinet.”

He nodded, and proceeded to open the champagne, which was clearly something he was used to doing. She watched with interest as he fetched a hand towel from the bathroom, removed the foil and the wire cage from around the cork, then wrapped the towel over the top and twisted the bottle, the cork coming free with a low phut sound. He removed the towel with a flourish, and she heard a fizzing noise, but the champagne remained in the bottle, which was more than could be said for the few times she had opened one.

“Hey, you managed not to spurt everywhere,” she said. “Good job.”

He shot her a look, and she wanted to clap a hand over her mouth as she realised what she’d said. Lacey would happily say such things, usually with a wink and a suggestive snicker, but Belle Delacoeur was more refined. Or so she had decided when she created the character she would use for her assignments. A blush rose in her cheeks, but she decided to just run with the innuendo, and raised her chin, swinging one hip outwards.

“Guess that bodes well for me, huh?” she said. A little flattery never hurt.

“The night is young,” he said, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

He poured two glasses, and handed one to her. Lacey cradled it in both hands, breathing in the light scent and waiting until he took a drink before she did the same. The champagne was crisp and clean, fizzing on her tongue, and she watched him over her glass, at the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed, and the light glinted on his hair. Definitely attractive. She ran her eyes over his body, realising that she was intrigued about what he was hiding under the suit, and he swilled champagne around his mouth before swallowing, dark eye studying her as carefully as she studied him.

“May I call you Belle?” he asked.

“Please do.” Maybe it’ll encourage me to keep in fucking character.

He nodded.

“Well,” he said. “Let’s discuss terms.”

“Terms?”

“What you want,” he said patiently. “And more importantly, what you don’t want.”

Lacey stared at him for a moment. He was offering her a choice?

“I guess - I guess communication’s the most important thing,” she said. “I don’t want any nasty surprises.”

“I understand.”

“And - and I really didn’t sign up for a world of pain, either.”

“Good,” he said briskly. “I have no interest in causing you pain, Belle. And if there’s something I do that you don’t like, I want you to tell me to stop, alright?”

Wow. You are not what I was expecting.

“What about you?” she asked, and his eyebrows twitched.

“Me?”

“Yeah,” she said. “What do you want?”

He stared at her for a moment, as though he didn’t understand the question, and then blinked.

“I’m already getting everything I want from this evening, I assure you,” he said quietly.

What the hell does that mean? Guess it doesn’t matter. He’s paid already. Doesn’t seem to be a creep. Let’s go.

“Well, okay then,” she said. “I guess that’s it.”

“Very well.” He took another drink, and set down his glass. “Shall we begin?”

“Uh…”

She took a final swig of the champagne, and set the glass next to his, her heart thumping with a small amount of trepidation. You’re Belle, you’re Belle, you’re Belle...

“Yes,” she said. “I’m ready.”

He stepped closer, moving until he was almost touching her, and Lacey felt her breath quicken a little as he reached up to cup her face with his hands. They were smooth and cool, the scent of cologne on his fingers, and she was surprised to feel arousal tug at her abdomen. His eyes were very dark, gazing into hers as though he could see into her soul.

“Shall I kiss you?” he asked, and his voice was low and rough. The gentle tug in her belly became a clench.

“Please,” she whispered, and he lowered his mouth to hers.

His lips were warm and soft, and he gently slipped his tongue into her mouth, causing her to rise up on her toes with a tiny moan. His tongue stroked against hers, and she slid her hands up his chest, feeling the warmth of his body through the suit he wore. He tasted good, and she let out a hum of pleasure as they kissed, his fingers sending tiny shivers through her as they stroked over the nape of her neck. He broke the kiss, lips pulling at hers as they parted, and pressed his brow to hers, his dark eyes flicking open.

“What would you like me to do to you?” he murmured, his voice a low rumble, and Lacey licked her lips as she shivered deliciously.

You want me to guide you, huh? I can do that.

“Undress me,” she whispered.

He moved around her, his body brushing against hers, and she shivered again as she felt his fingers at her back, taking the zipper of her dress and slowly pulling it down. She gasped as he pressed his lips to the nape of her neck, and his fingers slipped beneath the opened back of the dress, pushing it from her shoulders and down her arms. It fell to her waist, and she slipped her arms out as he pushed the dress over her hips, leaving her in her underwear and stockings. Moving around to face her again, he pulled pins from her hair, unwinding it and letting it fall, his fingers stroking through it to separate the strands. There was a calm softness in his face, in his eyes, his gaze running over her without any of the lust or greed she had expected. It was something like reverence.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. “You’re beautiful, Belle.”

Lacey shivered as his hands stroked over her bare shoulders, wanting to take her lower lip between her teeth, the way she always had when she was nervous. She thought she had gotten over that. She thought she had closed herself off enough that nothing could touch her. And yet the way he was looking at her, as though she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, as though she mattered, was making her breath catch in her throat. She decided that she trusted him.

“Now the bra,” she said softly.

His thumbs gently slipped under the straps at her shoulders, drawing them down her arms, and he reached around to the back to unhook it deftly. The bra fell from her, and she licked her lips as he looked her over, a low appreciative murmur coming from him. It gave her an unexpectedly good feeling to know how attractive he found her, and she sucked in a breath as he bent his head to kiss her neck, shivers running through her as his lips pulled at her skin. She let out a moan, hands sliding up his arms to rest on his shoulders, and he bent his knees a little, kissing down her throat, mouth trailing over her chest until he reached her nipple. Lacey moaned again as he sucked it in between his lips, the feel of his tongue against her sending jolts of sensation through her body.

She rose up on her toes, fingers stroking through his hair, her breath coming hard as his hand cupped her other breast and squeezed. Her head rolled back, hair tickling between her shoulder blades as he sucked at her, and he slid his hand around to the small of her back, pulling her closer. The fine wool of his suit was soft against her skin, and she felt a tiny thrill at being almost naked while he was so buttoned up and immaculate. He let her nipple slip from his mouth, kissing back up to her throat to suck at the place where her pulse throbbed, and Lacey let out a moan of pleasure.

Gold let his hands slide down her back, cupping her small, pert rear end. Belle Delacoeur - he doubted that was her true name, but it suited her nonetheless - was certainly lovely to look at, and very pleasant in his arms, being just the right height and build to suit his own small frame. She seemed nervous, and he felt that familiar urge to protect, to reassure. He brushed his lips against the soft skin of her throat, reaching her ear as his thumbs slipped under the waistband of her underwear.

“Shall I take these off?” he murmured, and she nodded.

He pushed the underwear slowly down over her hips, letting it fall around her ankles, and she stepped out of it with one high-heeled shoe, then the other. Sliding her hands to his shoulders, she reached for the knot of his silk tie, and began tugging it open, drawing the length of silk through until she could pull it from around his neck and toss it aside. She plucked open the first three buttons of his shirt, exposing the top of his chest, then her hands dropped to flick open the buttons of his jacket, and she pushed it from his shoulders. Gold let it fall, snagging it with one hand and draping it over the back of the nearby couch.

“You want to get on the bed?” she asked.

He smiled a little, nodding, and she stepped away from him, walking to the bed with a swing of her hips. He wondered what had brought her here, why a creature so lovely would feel the need to pay for sex. There could certainly be no shortage of men who would be willing to oblige her for free, but perhaps she had been hurt or disappointed in the past. She sounded Australian, so it was possible that she was only in the city for a short time, and had therefore chosen guaranteed pleasure, with the certainty of no strings attached. Either way, it was none of his business.

He took the gold cufflinks from his sleeves as he watched her, slipping them into his pants pocket and letting the cuffs hang loose. She had kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the bed in nothing but her lace-top stockings, and was sitting up with her hands braced behind her and her knees bent. Her breasts were pushed up, the dark cleft between her legs glistening with promise, and he felt himself twitch with interest. He turned to his bag, reaching for some condoms and throwing them onto the bed, and Belle picked one up.

“A moment,” he said, as she made to open it. “Let’s see to your pleasure before we open that, shall we?”

Her eyes widened, and he nodded to himself. Definitely disappointed in the past, then. Well, she had paid for him to put her needs first, and he intended to.

“Lie back,” he whispered.

For a moment he thought she was about to say something, but then she slowly lowered herself back on the bed, knees still bent. He knelt at her feet, hands on her knees, watching her chest rise and fall with her breath, red lips parted, her dark curls spread out on the pillows. God, she’s gorgeous! The prettiest thing I’ve seen.

He slid his hands up one thigh, fingertips tucking under the edge of her stocking, and he slowly peeled it down, baring her leg. Her skin was as smooth and pale as the rest of her, and he pulled off the stocking at her foot, letting it flutter to the floor. Her toes were painted dark red, the same colour as her fingernails, and he lifted the foot in his palm, bending his head to press a kiss to it. Belle gasped as his tongue pushed between her toes, stroking against delicate skin. He drew a toe into his mouth, sucking at her, and she let out a tiny moan. His tongue flickered over her, and he sucked each toe in turn before running his lips along the underside of her foot. She jerked a little, ticklish, and he briefly smiled before lowering her foot onto the bed.

He repeated his actions with her other leg, rolling down the stocking and tossing it aside, letting his tongue explore the curves and hollows of her foot before dropping it to the bed. She was fully naked, chest heaving and lips gleaming, and he bent his head to press kisses to her knees, gently pushing them apart to kiss her inner thighs. Belle sucked in a breath as his lips moved upwards, her skin as soft as silk. He could smell her scent in the air, arousal making his cock swell in his pants. There would be no need for chemical assistance on this occasion, it seemed. At least not for the first time. She had paid for three hours; it was likely he would be asked to perform more than once in that time. It looked as though it was going to be as much of a pleasure for him as for her. Which made a change.

He could hear her breathing quicken as his mouth trailed higher, the tip of his tongue gently tracing over her skin and making her start. Her scent was intoxicating, sweet musk in the air around him, and he nosed the soft skin of her nether lips, letting his breath wash over her before pressing a kiss to her. Belle moaned, and slowly, gently, he let the tip of his tongue part her soft folds, drawing upwards. Her moan became a cry, her hands dropping to stroke his hair, sending shivers through him, and her flavour spread across his tongue, causing a low growl of appreciation to rumble up out of him. He licked her again, achingly slow and deliberate, and Belle moaned and lifted her hips, trying to push herself closer to his mouth.

“That’s so good!” she whispered. “Oh God, that’s amazing!”

He swept his tongue over her, feeling the hardened nub of her clit, tasting the salt of her arousal on his tongue, breathing in the scent of her. One hand pushed her thigh down a little, so that he could reach more of her, and his other hand crept up between her legs, beneath his chin, gently stroking her flesh as his tongue swept and circled. Belle continued to whisper how good it felt, and he got the strange impression that she was trying to encourage him, to reassure him. An odd thing for a paying client, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. It showed she was a good person.

He let the tip of his tongue tease her clit, stroking around it in slow circles, and Belle let out a whimper, back arching upwards before falling back against the blankets. Her hands were still carding his hair, nails scraping his scalp, a pleasant sensation, and he let a finger tease her entrance, her flesh slippery with saliva and her own juices. She moaned, fingers tightening on the few strands of his hair that she had managed to grasp, and he pushed the finger inside her, sliding deep and feeling soft, wet flesh close up around him. It made his mind stray to how good it would feel to slide his cock deep inside her and fuck her, long and slow. He shoved the thought away, trying to concentrate on the task at hand. First I make her come. Then I make her come again. Then we’ll see what else she wants.

“God, that’s good!” she breathed.

He began to slide the finger in and out of her, his tongue sweeping over her in a steady rhythm. Her body was starting to grow taut, her muscles stiffening, and he quickened the pace a little, thrusting and licking, her juices spreading over his nose, his chin, her scent covering him. Belle let out a high, whimpering moan, clutching at his hair, her back arching upwards as his tongue flickered back and forth over her clit. She came with a loud cry, her body jerking, and he drew out the finger, licking up salty, whitish cum as it leaked from her.

“You taste delicious!” he growled, and she murmured something in response, her body still twitching.

He ran his tongue over her flesh, pushing inside her, and finished by pressing kisses to her, sticky fluid on his lips. Shifting onto his knees, he began kissing up over her belly to her breasts, his mouth fastening over a nipple and sucking at her. Belle’s hands stroked up his arms to rest on his shoulders, and he pushed up on the heels of his hands to gaze down at her. She was smiling a little, her eyes heavy-lidded and sleepy, but they latched onto his, and her smile widened.

“That was amazing!” she purred, and her forefinger stroked across from his shoulder to the hollow at the base of his naked throat, tracing a line down his chest to where the shirt was buttoned. “But you’re overdressed.”

She went to work on the waistcoat, getting it open and pushing it from his shoulders, and he knelt up to shrug it off and toss it towards the chair. His hands dropped to the buttons of his shirt, and Belle pushed up on the heels of her hands, watching as he tugged it from his pants and peeled it off. She ran her hands over his body, eyes flicking over his skin, fingers running over his nipples and sending jolts of sensation through him. The palms of her hands slid down over his belly, thumbs brushing against his belt, and he held her gaze as she slowly pulled it open with a clink of the buckle.

“I like your suit,” she said, and his mouth twitched a little.

“Most of it seems to be over on that chair.”

“I like what’s underneath it more.”

She unhooked the clasp at the top of his pants and drew down the zipper, pushing the pants over his hips to reveal black silk boxers. A finger traced the rigid line of his cock, and she smirked a little, eyes gleaming.

“Well now,” she murmured. “I think it’s high time I gave this some attention, don’t you?”

“We can wait a little while, if you like,” he said. “There are many more ways I can give you pleasure, but it’s your decision.”

She put her head to the side, looking curious.

“Many more ways?”

He smiled, stroking a wisp of hair back from her cheek.

“Let me up a moment, and I’ll get some things from my bag.”

Lacey sat back on her heels as he got off the bed, bending to take off shoes and socks and slipping out of his suit pants, which were carefully folded and draped over the back of the chair. He seemed very meticulous. She wondered if he was like that in every area of life. Perhaps he was one of those men who liked everything just so - a spotless house with everything in its place. She imagined he had cleaning staff to take care of that sort of thing. Unlike her tiny one-bed apartment with its piles of books, collection of used coffee mugs and the ever-present basket of unfolded laundry. She imagined he’d curl his lip in disgust at the way she lived.

She watched curiously as he opened up the black leather bag and reached inside, rummaging around a little before bringing out what looked like a selection of vibrators in various sizes and stacking them on the dresser. Lacey blinked.

“You - you brought your own toys?” she asked disbelievingly.

“Of course.”

“Oh.” She brushed a curl of hair out of her eyes, tucking it behind her ear. “Yeah, I have a bunch with me, too.”

“Perhaps we could compare notes,” he suggested, with a wicked grin, and she giggled.

“I say we try a few of them out first,” she said. “Do you have lube?”

“Of course,” he said again, a faint look of puzzlement on his face. “A moment, let me get some.”

“I’m not allergic to any of it, so it doesn’t matter which kind.”

“I have several varieties,” he said, reaching into the bag again. “But this is excellent.”

He held up a plastic bottle with a pump dispenser, and Lacey nodded with a smile as she recognised the brand. That would do nicely. She held out a hand to him.

“Come here,” she said softly. “Come to bed.”

He smiled faintly, and tossed the toys and lube onto the bed before taking her hand and climbing on beside her. His mouth found hers, and she moaned a little at the taste of him as his tongue slipped inside, a hint of her salt still on his lips. He pushed her slowly back onto the bed, and Lacey ran her fingers through the short strands of his hair as she settled back against the blankets, hs body a pleasant weight on her. Their lips parted as he broke the kiss, lifting his head a little, his breathing heavy and his eyes dark with desire.

“Would you like me to use one of the toys?”

His voice was low and rough, making her skin tingle with anticipation, and she nodded. He seemed to get his kicks from giving her pleasure, which made a surprising change, but she was well aware she would have to return the favour at some point. She thought it over as he reached above her to grab the bottle of lube. Perhaps she could ride him hard, make him lose his mind. That could be fun for both of them.

He pushed up onto his knees and squirted a little of the lube onto his hands, warming it between his palms before he lay back down by her side and reached between her legs. Lacey moaned as he touched her, gently stroking slippery fingers through her sensitive flesh.

“That feels so good!” she whispered.

She felt him smile against her ear as he slipped a finger inside her, and she moaned, pushing up against his hand as his thumb rubbed over her clit. It felt good, and she was almost certain he could make her come just with the touch of his hand, but then he withdrew the finger from her and after a moment she heard the low, insistent buzz of one of the vibrators. She licked her lips, breath catching in her throat in anticipation. The first touch of something smooth and firm against her clit made her cry out in pleasure, and then he began moving it slowly, stroking against her flesh, sending waves of sensation through her body.

She opened her legs a little, arching her back, moaning as she pushed her hips upwards, and he continued to move the vibrator over her. It felt incredible, and she let her head roll back against the pillows, her moans growing louder. She could feel a tide of pleasure rising up through her body, making her cheeks flush and her heart pound, and she closed her eyes, lips parted, holding her breath before letting it out in a wailing cry as she came.

Bliss poured over her in a wave of heat, her body jerking, and he pulled the vibrator from her just before it became too much for her sensitive flesh. She moaned and writhed, almost purring in pleasure, her whole body feeling heavy and loose and relaxed. He was kissing her neck, soft lips trailing over her skin, and she let herself sink into the blankets with a contented sigh, her body tingling.

He pushed up on one elbow, looking down at her with a tiny grin on his face, as though he was pleased with himself, and Lacey shook her head a little. Okay, I gotta earn my money here, this is insane!

She pushed him onto his back, kissing him hungrily, and he slid a hand into her hair, fingers twisting around her curls as his tongue slipped into her mouth. Lacey hummed in appreciation, hands sliding down over his chest, and he let out a brief exclamation as she teased his nipples with thumb and forefinger. Her hands worked lower, finding the waistband of his boxers, and she began gently working them down over his hips. He lifted up off the bed to help her, and she shuffled lower, drawing the black silk down the length of his legs and off at his feet.

Turning back to him, she ran her eyes over him for a moment. He was perhaps a little thin, but in good shape for a guy his age, and very noticeably aroused, which made her smirk. She dropped onto the palms of her hands, walking her way up the bed to gaze down at him.

“I think it’s your turn,” she said softly.

Gold closed his eyes at her kiss, and relaxed into the pillows as she pulled her mouth from his and began kissing down his throat. Her dark, silky hair tickled the skin of his chest, the pull of her lips sending tiny bursts of pleasure through him. She glanced up, holding his gaze for a moment, and then moved down the bed, kissing over his belly, her lips brushing against his skin. It felt good, and he wanted her to continue, to kiss down between his legs and suck his balls in between those perfect lips. He wanted her hot, wet mouth to close up around his cock and suck him hard. But he had learned the hard way never to allow someone that kind of power over him, and as she kissed along the crease at the top of his thigh, his hands tightened on her shoulders, pushing her up and away from him.

“That - that won’t be necessary,” he said, a little breathlessly, and she sat back a little, looking puzzled.

“You don’t want me to?”

He shook his head.

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t, thank you.”

She shrugged, as if to say it didn’t matter to her, and moved up his body again to kiss his chest, sucking on his nipples and making him groan before pushing up on her hands, dark curls falling around her face.

“Are you ready?” she whispered, and he nodded.

She wriggled back down between his legs, and he heard the crackle of the condom packet as she got it open. Her hair was hanging in front of her face, hiding what she was doing, but he felt her grasp his cock, and he sucked in a breath as she gripped him hard, pulling him upwards to roll on the condom. He reached for the bottle of lube, squirting a little onto himself and spreading it with his fingers, and Belle crawled back up the bed a little, straddling him, her core pressed against the hard length of him. Her hands slid slowly up his chest, thumbs rubbing over his nipples and making him jerk in response, and then she reached between them, taking him in hand and gently guiding him inside her.

Gold groaned as she sank down onto him, her heat surrounding him. She straightened up, sweeping her hair out of her face, her breasts pulled high as she arched her back a little, gently rolling her hips as she settled herself. It felt incredible, and he reached up to take her hips and hold her in place, knowing it would increase the friction for her, increase the pleasure. She braced herself with her hands on his belly, and began to move her hips with a slow, rhythmic, circular motion, grinding against him.

He let his head roll back with a groan of pleasure, pushing his hips up to meet her, tugging her against him, and Belle moaned in response, shaking back her hair. He reached to the side, grasping at one of the bullet vibrators, and caught her eyes for a moment, getting a nod from her before flicking it on with his thumb. She was breathing hard as she moved, eyes fixed on his, and he slid the vibrator down over his belly and between her legs into the wet heat where their bodies joined.

Lacey threw her head back with a moaning cry as the slim, firm shape slipped over her clit, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through her. She tried to keep her concentration, to keep her rhythm, letting him slide out almost all the way before sinking back down onto him, but it was hard not to fuck him hard and fast and take them both over the edge. She shook her head, fingers digging into the skin on his belly as she quickened her pace just a little, hips moving in time with the thrusts of the vibrator. His cock felt good inside her, hard and deep, and she arched her back a little, wanting to take as much of him inside her as she could get. He seemed to sense her need, gripping her with one hand as the other thrust the toy in and out of the space where they met, hot and slick with fluid. His hips pushed upwards, thrusting deep, and a low groan rumbled out of him, making her belly clench with need.

“God, that’s good!” she gasped. “You feel so good!”

He groaned in response, thrusting upwards, one hand holding her in place as the other rubbed the vibrator over her flesh, and she leaned back a little further, increasing the friction, clenching her inner walls around him and tugging hard. His eyes rolled, his head pushing back against the pillows, and she could see the muscles of his neck and arms growing taut with the effort. She kept up her rhythm, squeezing him, pulling him, feeling the head of his cock rub against her, deep inside her body. She rocked her hips, knowing it would excite him, and he arched upwards with a groaning cry as he came, cock pulsing inside her.

Lacey straightened up, shifting her hips forward a little and rocking against him over and over until pleasure burst through her once more. She let out a loud cry, hands braced on his belly, and let her head drop as she tried to catch her breath, sweat beading on her lip and trickling down between her breasts. The vibrator was still tucked between them, its buzzing too much sensation against her tender skin, and she plucked it out and tossed it aside. Gripping the base of the condom, she eased up off him and rolled onto her back with a sharp exhalation of relief, and for a moment there was only the sound of their ragged, uneven breathing.

Gold ran a hand over his face, his heart thumping hard and sweat cooling on his skin. He glanced to the side, where a clock sat on the nightstand. Plenty of time left. Turning his head, he saw that Belle was still gulping in air, the tip of her tongue sweeping over her lips.

“Would you like a drink?” he asked, and she nodded.

He got up, grasping the base of the condom and heading for the bathroom to dispose of the thing. Once he had washed his hands and returned, he refilled their champagne glasses and carried them over to the bed. Belle had pushed up against the pillows, dark curls falling over flushed cheeks. She smiled as he handed over her glass, and let out a groan of approval as he went to pour a glass of water. The champagne was set down at once, and she cupped the glass in both hands, drinking it down and licking her lips.

“Thanks. God, I was thirsty!”

He refilled the glass, but she shook her head and reached for her champagne, so he drank the water himself, taking a moment to pop one of the pills that he carried in his bag before climbing onto the bed beside her and sitting back. She turned onto her side a little, eyeing him pensively.

“You want to take a shower?” she asked, and her voice had taken on that sultry tone again. He smiled.

“Let me go and turn it on.”

“Mmm.” She took a sip of her champagne. “I bet you’re good at that.”

He grinned at her, then took a swig of his drink and got up, heading for the bathroom. It was tiled in dark grey, and the shower was just the right size for two people to share, with small bottles of shampoo, conditioner and shower gel lined up in a chrome rack to the side. Turning on the water, he let it run until it was hot, and started at the feel of hands creeping around his waist. Soft lips found his ear, making him shiver.

“Sorry if I made you jump,” breathed Belle. “Is it ready?”

He turned, smirking a little at her grinning face, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. Really, she was very lovely. This was turning into the most enjoyable assignment he had ever been given.

“Ready to go,” he confirmed. “Shall we?”

“You get in, I’ll be there in a second.”

She slipped out of the room, and he got into the shower, closing the glass door behind him and stepping under the hot water. He ran his hands over his face with a deep sigh, letting the water course over his skin. Reaching for the shower gel, he began to wash, smiling as he heard the glass door open behind him. He turned to face her, and Belle stepped close, lifting her head to kiss him and pressing her body against his. Their skin was slippery with water, lips sliding, mouths soft and wet. He could feel something cool and hard against his hip, and broke the kiss, glancing down. She was holding a large vibrator and a bottle of silicone lubricant, which she placed on the rack, next to the miniature bottles of toiletries.

“You’re very well prepared,” he observed, and she shrugged.

“Ready for anything. Within reason. I’m a regular Girl Scout.”

He grinned at that, and grabbed her hand, gently pulling her under the water with him and reaching up to cup her face as his mouth found hers. Belle pulled the glass door shut, sealing them in as steam rose. He deepened the kiss, and she moaned into his mouth, water cascading over them, making their lips slippery as he pushed her back against the tiled wall. One hand slid down between them to cup her mound, and Belle shifted, rubbing against his fingers. He gently stroked through velvet flesh, making her moan again as a finger entered her. She was scalding hot, soft and wet, and he fingered her with long, slow thrusts, his thumb rubbing over her swollen clit. She moaned, nails digging into his shoulders, one leg lifting to hook around his hip.

He could feel his cock already beginning to twitch with interest, although he knew it would take a little while for him to grow hard again, and so he broke the kiss and drew his fingers from her. She began kissing his chest, lips and teeth gently tugging at him, and he pulled away, circling around until he was behind her, his back pressed against the cold tiles. Slipping his arm around her waist, he drew her back against him. Belle moaned, shifting her hips so that her buttocks rubbed against his cock, and making him grin.

He reached to the side, grasping the bottle of lube and squirting a little into his palm before setting it down and taking up the vibrator. He spread the lube over the end, flicking it on to feel a strong, insistent buzz. Belle sucked in a breath as if in anticipation, and he bent his head to kiss her neck as he slipped the vibrator between her thighs. Belle moaned as it brushed against her, and he trailed his lips around to her ear.

“Open your legs,” he rasped.

Belle moaned again, head rolling back against his shoulder, feet shifting on the floor of the shower as she opened her legs wider. He began to tease her with the head, rubbing it in slow circles over her flesh.

“God, that’s good!” she breathed. “Oh, that’s amazing!”

His lips brushed her ear, sucking at the lobe, and he gently pushed the head of the vibrator into her.

“Can you take it, Belle?” he whispered. “Can you take it all inside you?”

She nodded, arching her back a little as he slowly pushed the vibrator inside her, the thick plastic shaft sinking into her flesh and making her rise up on her toes with a gasp of pleasure.

“Very good,” he said softly. “That’s very good, Belle.”

Gold kissed her neck, his other hand sliding down over her belly, a finger gently circling her clit as he thrust the vibrator in and out. She moaned, reaching up to run her fingers over his scalp, legs opening wider as he pushed and pulled, fingertips flickering over slippery flesh. She let out a tiny cry, and he drew his tongue up her throat, water droplets spattering against his skin. He was growing hard, his cock pressing against her rear, and she pushed back against him, moving her hips a little to send jolts of sensation through him. Steam was filling the shower, blurring his sight and damp in his lungs, and he ran his tongue over her pulse point, feeling the heavy throb of it.

“Harder,” she breathed, and he pushed the rigid shaft deep, making her roll her head back with a moan.

“How’s that?” he asked. “Is that good?”

She nodded vigorously, and he slipped the vibrator in and out, fingers flickering, feeling her body grow taut as she neared her peak. She came with a shout, her body shaking, and he kissed her neck, holding her tight around the waist as she jerked and moaned. Slowly, he drew out the vibrator, watching glistening strands of cum wash away in the water. She took it from him to wash it, her hands shaking a little, her breathing heavy. Water ran into his eyes, stinging, and he squeezed them shut, wiping his face and stepping back a little out of the torrent. Dark hair was plastered to her skin in curling strands, and he brushed it from her shoulders, kissing her gently as she set the vibrator in the chrome rack again. His cock was still hard, and he felt a powerful urge to be inside her, a need to feel her come. He wondered how much time they had left.

“What would you like me to do to you?” he murmured, and she twisted in his arms, twining her arms around his neck as she nuzzled his nose with hers.

“I want you inside me,” she breathed. “Are you ready?”

She slipped a hand down between them, gripping his cock, and her lips curved upwards in a grin. Her eyes flicked open, clear blue pools meeting his gaze, her cheeks adorably flushed and her mouth full and dark and wet. Her fingers stroked him, sliding up and down the shaft, tracing around the head and making him shiver.

“Feels like you’re ready,” she whispered. “Feels like you want to use this hard cock on me. Push it deep until you’re all the way inside me. Is that what you want?”

“Yes!” he rasped. “Yes, I want you!”

She leaned in a little, lips gently brushing his ear.

“Then take me,” she whispered. “Take me to bed and fuck me hard, Mr Devine.”

She squeezed him, and he felt a surge of desire go through him, his body responding instantly to her touch, to the feel of her against him, to the self-satisfied smirk on her beautiful face and the gleam in her eyes. He kissed her hungrily, and she released him, stepping back and opening the shower door, hips swinging as she left.

Lacey towelled herself dry swiftly, rubbing water from her hair, and heard the shower cut off as she went into the bedroom. The air was cool against her damp skin, and she tossed the towel aside, rummaging in her bag for a set of anal beads. She had a pink plastic set, grouped in a curved, rigid line in increasing sizes, and she threw it onto the bed along with a couple of condoms and some more lube. She had thought of a way they could both get some pleasure. After a moment, she dug out a hollow butt plug and a bullet vibrator, and tossed those onto the bed. Never hurt to be prepared.

Her skin was tingling, her hands still trembling a little, and she could feel excitement and arousal tugging at her, making her belly clench and her heart thump. It was the most incredible night she had ever had, and to be paid money for the pleasure seemed to good to be true.

Crawling onto the bed, she heard soft footsteps, and turned to face him as he entered, a towel snagged around his waist and his hair damp. Her eyes dropped to his crotch, a telltale bulge in the towel proof of his arousal. It made her grin, and she held out a hand to him.

“Come here,” she said softly.

He smiled a little, getting onto the bed on his knees, and she shifted onto her own, kneeling up and reaching for the towel at his waist. Her fingers pulled slowly at soft cotton, opening it up and throwing it aside, and she let out a hum of pleasure as she ran a finger up the length of his cock. He was hard and ready, his chest heaving, and she traced a winding path around the head and down the shaft, stroking over the soft sac of his balls. Flicking her eyes up to meet his, she smiled, and reached to the side for a condom. He watched as she rolled it on, his breath quickening a little at her touch, and Lacey licked her lips before leaning in to kiss his chest, sucking at a nipple and making him let out a low, rumbling growl. She drew back, catching her lower lip with her teeth as she met his eyes, knowing that it made her look adorably coy and infinitely corruptible.

“Here,” she said, and reached for the set of beads, holding it up.

Gold raised an eyebrow, but took them from her, along with the bottle of lube she passed him. She turned around onto her knees, spreading them wide and lifting her rear to reveal the deep pink petals of her sex, glistening with her juices. He licked his lips, wanting to touch her, and she looked over her shoulder and winked at him, lips parted in a soft pout.

“Give it to me,” she purred.

Gold smirked to himself at her play-acting, but squirted some lube into his hand, warming it between his palms before spreading it between her legs. She moaned, rocking back a little, and he squirted more onto the beads, spreading it with his fingers and making them slippery. Hooking one finger through the plastic ring at the end, he pushed the first, smallest bead inside her, and she gasped, tossing her head, dark strands of damp hair whipping across pale shoulders. He pushed against her tight entrance, letting a larger bead slip into her, and she moaned, fingers curling into the blankets. Another push, and a third was inside her.

“How is that?” he asked softly. “Can you take another?”

“Yes!” she whispered.

He pushed again, feeling it stretch her, hearing her tiny cry as it entered.

“Again!” she gasped.

She moaned as he pushed another inside, and the sound of it went straight to his groin. He shifted closer, his cock pressed against her right buttock, and she glanced over her shoulder again.

“Fuck me!” she breathed. “I want you inside me!”

He shifted position, sliding two fingers wet with lube inside her, and she moaned, pushing back onto his hand. Sliding the fingers out, he took himself in hand and eased into her, grasping her hips and pulling, sinking all the way inside her. She let out a cry, throwing her head back as he filled her. He could feel the beads inside her, pressing against his cock through her slick walls, and he grasped the plastic ring. There were two beads remaining, the two largest, and he gently pushed against her, watching as she spread her knees a little further apart, feeling the pressure against his cock as the bead slipped inside. He slowly rocked his hips, letting himself slide out almost all the way before thrusting back inside, and she cried out.

“One more,” he whispered. “Can you take it?”

“Yes!”

He pushed again, and she moaned as the bead stretched her, her breath catching as it slipped inside. Releasing his finger from the plastic ring, he stroked his hands over her hips, and let himself slide out again before pushing back in, the feel of the beads an exquisite ripple of sensation against his cock.

“That’s good!” she gasped. “You feel so good!”

He started to move with a slow, even rhythm, sinking deep inside her with every thrust, watching the muscles in her back and shoulders twitch as her hands grasped at the sheets. Glancing to the side, he grasped the bullet vibrator, pressing the button at the end to turn it on. He reached around her hip and between her legs, and Belle moaned as the smooth tip of it rubbed over her clit. He could feel the sensations where he was buried within her, and he kept up the rhythm, long, slow strokes, the bullet circling her clit as he pushed and pulled inside her. The feel of it was incredible, and he found himself trying to run through all the Shakespeare sonnets that he knew by heart, to list the plays in order of date, anything to distract his mind from the way she felt and the sounds she was making as he sank into her hot flesh. Her muscles were stiffening, her breath coming in pants, and he could sense she was as close as he.

“Oh, please!” she gasped. “Please!”

He sank into her again, letting out a guttural groan of pleasure at the feel of the beads against his cock, the sensation almost too much to bear. She was whimpering, her body shaking with the tension, and he groaned over and over, fucking her with short, rapid thrusts, the bullet rubbing over her clit as he worked them both to the edge. Coloured stars burst behind his eyes as he came hard, and she followed him with a high-pitched cry, her flesh squeezing him, her hips bucking. He pushed deep into her one last time, dropping the bullet and moving his hands to her hips to hold her steady as he tried to catch his breath.

Lacey let her head drop, gulping in air, sweat beading on her upper lip and her damp hair sticking to her cheeks. She could still feel him inside her, although he was starting to soften, and she licked dry lips, wishing she could reach her drink. She felt him grasp the base of the condom and pull out of her, and then there was a gentle tug at the beads inside her. He drew them out slowly, and she sighed as the last one left her.

“I’ll just be a moment,” he said.

She felt the bed move as he got up, and a moment later heard the sound of running water. Her heart was thumping, her cheeks on fire, and she stayed where she was, on hands and knees, chest heaving. She was pretty sure she’d collapse if she tried to move, anyway. The bathroom door closed with a click, and she heard the sound of soft footsteps.

“Are you alright?” he asked. “You haven’t moved.”

Lacey wanted to roll her eyes.

“Oh my God!” she panted. “Just - just give me a minute!”

She turned onto her back, huffing out air as her heart thudded in her chest, and he crawled onto the bed and lay on his side next to her, propped up on one elbow.

“We can just rest for awhile, if you like,” he said soothingly.

Oh, you think you beat me? Not even close, buddy! Damn, this guy has some stamina!

“I’m fine!” she insisted. “Just let me catch my breath and I’m gonna climb you like a bloody tree!”

He chuckled, eyes twinkling, and she wanted to kick herself for letting her persona slip. She turned to face him, pouting a little, and ran a fingertip over his chest.

“What I meant was, I think I need a moment after that,” she purred. “And perhaps a drink?”

He looked amused, a tiny twist to his mouth, and she wondered if it was her swift change of tone from Lacey French to Belle Delacoeur. To his credit, he didn’t mention it.

“Let me get you something,” he said instead.

She watched as he got out of bed and poured champagne into their glasses before rummaging in that black leather bag of his, the crackle of plastic reaching her ears. He had his back to her, but she suspected he was taking some sort of chemical stimulant to let him get hard again. That was fine with her; they still had time, and she had already had more orgasms than she had ever expected, so if he wanted to go again, she was ready for him. In every sense. Just as soon as she had recovered, of course.

Her heart was still thudding, but she was breathing more evenly, and she sat up and took the glass of champagne from him, smiling as she settled back against the pillows and brushed stray wisps of hair from her flushed cheeks. He got onto the bed, sitting back next to her and taking a sip of his drink, and they lay in comfortable silence for awhile. Lacey let out a contented sigh, wriggling a little in the blankets. Her skin had stopped tingling, her limbs feeling pleasantly heavy and her muscles loose. It would have perfect to slip beneath the covers with him and spoon up together for a nap, but she was well aware that sleep would have to wait until she was back in her own apartment. A thought occurred to her, and she turned her head to face him.

“Do you live in Boston?” she asked. He eyed her, eyes narrowing a little.

“No,” he said at last.

“Oh.” She thought for a moment. “You have family here?”

“I’d rather not discuss my private life, if that’s alright.”

“Right.” She sipped at the champagne, wanting to kick herself. This was a job, not a date. Tink had reminded her not to raise anything personal unless the client did it first. “Of course not, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“That’s okay.”

“I’m sorry,” she added. “I shouldn’t have asked. Not my business.”

“It’s fine, really,” he assured her.

Lacey sensed that he meant it, that he was trying to make her feel at ease, but she still felt like an idiot for asking, for bringing the spectre of his real life into the bedroom with them. For all she knew he had a wife and kids. She didn’t think so, though; she got the impression that he was as lonely as she, for all his smooth ways and soft smiles. She realised she felt safe with him, that she was relaxed in his presence. It was a rare feeling, and she told herself firmly to liven up and be on her guard. Just because a guy seemed like a decent person didn’t mean he couldn’t turn into an abusive piece of shit at a moment’s notice. There had to be a reason this guy paid for it, after all.

The thought made her sad, because she wanted to trust him, wanted him to be the person he seemed. It was as though two halves of her brain were in conflict; the more sensible part was telling her firmly to stay in character, use up the three hours, give him a good time and show him out the door when it was over. And the part of her that was Lacey, the real Lacey, wanted to have a drink with him and ask him what books he liked and how he took his coffee.

The silence continued, but it wasn’t unpleasant. Time was passing, though, and he would want his money’s worth. They all did. She took a deep, calming breath, and a fortifying sip of champagne. Condensation had formed on the glass, running down it in thin streams, and she set it down on the nightstand, turning back to face him.

“Well then,” she said. “Now that I’ve got my breath back, I think it’s time for me to make those pretty eyes of yours roll back in your head, what do you say?”

He grinned at that, dark eyes gleaming.

“I thought that’s what I was trying to do to you.”

“Yeah, well, mission accomplished,” she said bluntly. “I’m tingling all over and if I have another orgasm I’ll break something. Just lie back and let me get a kick out of pleasuring you, how hard can that be?”

His grin widened, and he set down his own glass.

“Well, as long as you enjoy yourself, that’s fine with me.”

Oh my God, who is this guy? And why the hell is he paying for it? Damn!

Lacey shifted onto her knees, lifting her chin to stare down her nose at him.

“Hang onto something,” she announced, and swooped in to kiss him.

Gold kissed her back, fingers sliding into her damp curls, his tongue stroking against hers. Her breasts were brushing against his chest, a pleasant feeling, and as she began to kiss down his neck and over his chest, he let his head roll back against the pillows, eyes closed. She sucked on a nipple, tongue swirling over it and sending ripples of pleasure through him, and he smiled at the sensation, surprised that she wanted to try to see to his pleasure rather than have him concentrate on her own. It made a refreshing change, and he wondered if this was her first time paying for sex. It didn’t seem to be; she certainly had a collection of accessories that he hadn’t expected, but she also seemed vulnerable and a little awkward, hiding her true self behind an image that she had created and was finding it difficult to maintain.

He had noticed that her voice had changed, and was no longer the sultry, throaty purr she had used when he first entered the room. He suspected that whomever she had been pretending to be for the night, she had given up on it. Idly, he wondered who she really was, and what she did when she wasn’t in hotel rooms with escorts. She was too young to be a lawyer or banker, as many of his clients were. An heiress, perhaps? One of those internet celebrities he’d never heard of but that Astrid was always reading about? He supposed it didn’t matter, but a part of him wanted to know who she truly was behind the false name and the honeyed voice. She seemed to have a good heart.

Her breasts were rubbing against his cock, making it twitch with interest, and he groaned a little, reaching up to stroke his fingers through her hair as she kissed over his belly. He was thankful for the chemical assistance he carried; he would never have coped otherwise, and he knew he was going to feel like death the next day as it was. Belle raised her head, and he opened his eyes to meet hers. Her mouth was dark and full, lips glistening with saliva, and for a moment he wanted to break his own rules and ask her to suck him. A wild notion, and a foolish one. Besides, it was her night, not his. She licked her lips, and reached to the side, holding up a butt plug and raising an eyebrow as she glanced back at him.

“I thought we might use this, if you’re okay with that,” she said. “It’s hollow, you can put the bullet in it. It’ll make your toes curl, trust me.”

“Oh, I do,” he said, and realised that he meant it. He nodded. “Alright.”

“It’ll be easier if you get on your knees.”

Lacey straightened up, shifting to the side so that he could roll over and push up on his hands and knees. She reached for the lube, spreading plenty of it over the plug, and then onto him, before shifting position to kneel up behind him. She pushed the plug into him slowly, gently, taking time to let him adjust to it, and he let out a low groan as it slid into him. Flicking the end of it with her finger made him jump and chuckle richly, and she grinned, reaching for the bullet and turning it on. She slipped it inside the hollow core of the plug, and he groaned deeply.

“Fuck!”

Lacey smirked, one hand moving between his legs and gently stroking his balls before sliding up to grasp his cock. She began fondling him with long slow strokes of her hand, and he groaned as he rocked his hips in time with her, the muscles of his arms growing taut.

“How’s that?” she asked softly. “Is that good?”

“So good,” he said, between gritted teeth. “You’re so good at that.”

She drew the bullet out and let it slip back inside again, and he threw his head back with a low groan. The sound of it called to her, made her want him again, and she licked her lips, uncertain whether he would want her to stop what she was doing. She bent to kiss his back, the faint salty taste of perspiration on her lips as she rubbed him.

“Do you want me to keep doing this?” she murmured. “Or do you want me to fuck you?”

He glanced over his shoulder at her, his breath heaving, and jerked his head towards the nightstand where the clock sat.

“Time’s against us,” he gasped. “Your choice.”

She should have done the selfless thing and brought him off, but she wanted to feel him inside her again. If it was to be their last time, she wanted to see his face and feel him fill her up once more. His cock was hard and thick in her hand, and she fumbled around in the sheets, hunting for one of the condoms. Getting it out of the packet and onto him was difficult when her hands were covered in lube, but she managed it in the end, and he growled in pleasure as she rolled it down his length. She moved, taking the bullet out of him and turning onto her back, and he got between her legs and guided himself inside, sinking into her with a cry. She slipped the bullet vibrator inside again, and his eyes rolled back as he let out a deep groan of pleasure. Lacey lifted her hands, pushing them up above her head against the cool pillow, and he bent his head to kiss her, tongue pushing into her mouth as he fucked her hard.

His movements grew harder, deeper, hands sliding up her arms, fingers lacing through hers, pushing her hands down into the pillows as he thrust inside her. Lacey drew up her knees, wrapping her legs around his back, their bodies slippery with sweat and lube, tingling with vibrations, flushed with passion and their shared heat. She could feel herself nearing climax, her limbs growing taut as she chased her pleasure, and he thrust inside her with a low cry, pumping his hips as he came. His cock pulsed, and the feel of it made a tide of bliss wash over her, her cries drowning out his. She bucked against him, flesh tugging at him, goosebumps rippling over her skin as pleasure took her.

Gold tried to calm himself, slowing his thrusts as she writhed and moaned beneath him. Her flesh was still clenching around him, pulling the cum from him, sending ripples of pleasure through his body. He drew to a stop, releasing her hands and pushing up on his palms, head hanging as he tried to catch his breath. She was panting, her chest heaving, eyes closed and full lips parted and shining. He let out a final, shuddering breath, and reached between them to grasp the base of the condom before pulling out of her and rolling onto his back with a groaning gasp. The plug was still firmly inside him, but the vibrator had fallen out; he could hear a muted buzz from somewhere on the bed, but didn’t have the energy to look for it. Glancing to the side, he could see that the three hours were almost up. Just as fucking well, I might die if I have to go again. He ran his hands over his face as he tried to steady his breathing, and Belle let out a heavy sigh.

“Whoa!” she gasped, letting an arm fall over her eyes. “That was fucking amazing!”

“Yes.”

He couldn’t say much more than that. It felt as though he’d been beaten up and then turned inside out, and he was sure he’d ache like hell the next day, but his body was still humming with pleasure, and he wasn’t sure he’d ever forget how good she had felt beneath him.

“Best night of my life, no question,” she added, her voice shaking a little as she tried to catch her breath. “I mean seriously. Usually I have to spend my time stroking egos and faking orgasms. That. Was. Awesome!”

“I aim to please,” he said.

“No shit.” She lowered her arm and turned on her side to face him. “Hey, have you ever considered doing this professionally?”

He smiled lazily. “Very funny.”

“I’m serious!” she insisted. “I have no idea what you do when you’re not having sex, but I’m telling you it’s time wasted. The money’s really good, you know. You could make a killing.”

Slowly, very slowly, Gold lifted his head up off the pillows.

“What?”

Saturday morning, and a fine day had brought gulls in along with the fishing boats that went in and out of Boston harbour. Gold glanced up, watching them dance and wheel in the air above as he made his way along the street. Wailing, mewing calls filled the air around him, making it sound as though they were having a laugh at his expense. As they should. Sighing to himself as he came to a stop, Gold rolled his shoulders, gazing up at the building which housed, amongst other businesses, Blue Star Escort Services. He was tired, his limbs aching, and despite having stayed over in Boston the night before, felt as though he needed about twelve hours’ extra sleep. He wondered how Lacey was holding up. Probably far better than he.

Once they had both worked out what had happened, they were able to find the humour in the situation, although Gold had to admit it wasn’t an ideal way to meet a colleague. Lacey had laughed about it even more than he had, but she had grown shy afterwards, and had dressed and made her exit quickly. He had been perhaps five minutes after her, heading to the motel he had booked just outside town to get a night’s sleep before going to the agency for his regular medical, and for an explanation of how he had ended up screwing a fellow escort instead of his client.

Much to his relief, Tink was back on duty at reception, grinning widely at him from beneath a loose bun of messy blonde curls.

“So, here’s the man of the hour,” she drawled. “Who’s been a bad boy, then?”

“It wasn’t my fault,” he said patiently. “A mix up in the bookings, that’s all. Could happen to anyone. How did the client take it?”

“She called up, screeching about being stood up,” said Tink, with a shrug. “Astrid couldn’t calm her down, so Blue had to take the call from the networking function. It’s cool, she smoothed some ruffled feathers, offered a discount, and sent Graham out on a rescue mission.”

Gold sighed. “I owe him one, in that case. I haven’t seen this client before, but I hope she wasn’t too difficult.”

“He managed to win her over,” said Tink. “She says she wants you next Friday, though. No excuses, in her words. Sounds the demanding type. You up for it?”

“Given the right chemical stimulants,” he remarked dryly, and she snickered.

“Great, I’ll confirm the booking,” she said. “Oh, and don’t worry. Astrid isn’t handling anything more technical than the takeout order in future.”

“Is she alright?”

“Just embarrassed, really,” said Tink. “Everyone knows, by the way. If it’s any consolation, Lacey gave you a gold star. Actually, I think she gave you five.”

“Right.” He glanced towards the coffee room, where he could hear the murmur of voices. “Well. I guess I’d better go and face them.”

Tink grinned at him, and he sighed and turned on his heel, heading for the door and pushing it open.

“And here he is, the man himself!” announced Jefferson, waving his hand in an elaborate gesture.

Lacey, Astrid and Graham were slouched in the chairs around him, grinning. The man who called himself Hook was sitting apart from them, apparently engrossed in a magazine, although he glanced up as Gold entered and scowled slightly before looking away. Was he wearing eyeliner? Gold supposed it went with the leather outfit.

“Devine, take a seat!” said Jefferson eagerly. “The lovely Miss Delacoeur has just been telling us about how the two of you tried to fuck each other into a coma. It sounds like a smutty version of Thunderdome!”

“Only one man entered, though,” said Lacey, with a grin, and Jefferson snickered.

“It was a simple case of mistaken identity,” said Gold evenly.

“It was the shag of the century as far as I was concerned,” said Lacey bluntly. “Most fun I ever had with my clothes off.”

“God, I’m so jealous!” sighed Jefferson. “My evening consisted of convincing a finance manager that I really wanted a threesome with him and his mistress, so all I have to say to you is—” He stuck out his tongue, and Lacey smirked.

“Put it away, Sparkle-Pants, I ain’t riding that face.”

“Hey, I’m not jealous of Devine, I’m jealous of you!” protested Jefferson. “Not that you aren’t a total goddess, of course, but I always wanted to know why he gets so many repeat bookings, and you were the one lucky enough to find out!”

“Perhaps you need some pointers on technique,” said Gold, with a grin, and Jefferson winked at him.

“If you want to pass on your extensive knowledge, I’m ready anytime.”

“Stop flirting with your colleagues,” said Graham, with mock severity.

“That’s not what you were saying last night.”

“Yeah, well, there’s a special exception for boyfriends.”

Jefferson spread his hands.

“I just want to excel in my chosen profession!” he protested. “You’re always saying I should take more pride in my work.”

“I’m always saying you should clean the kitchen after you cook breakfast, but you never listen to me about that,” said Graham, with a grin. “Suddenly you’re the next Employee of the Month?”

“Well, if boinking each other is our new way to build team spirit, I’m in.”

“In your dreams,” said Gold dryly, and crossed to the coffee machine.

“Oh, every one of my dreams.” Jefferson pressed a hand to his heart, batting his eyelids. “Especially the dirty ones.”

Gold couldn’t help grinning at that, but busied himself making coffee as the conversation thankfully moved on to topics other than his sexual prowess. Lacey appeared at his elbow, chewing her lip nervously. She had tied up her hair, and was wearing a black top and booty shorts over tights and high-heeled boots. She smiled a little tremulously.

“Hey,” she said. “Sorry about that. Everybody already knew, so - so I thought I’d better sing your praises.”

“It’s okay,” he said, and she wrinkled her nose.

“Yeah, I probably shouldn’t have told Leroy,” she added thoughtfully. “That guy couldn’t keep a secret if his life depended on it.”

“No matter,” he said. “My only regret is that I lost a night’s pay.”

“Oh, crap.” She frowned. “Hey, my guy was a no-show, but I still got paid. Want to split it fifty-fifty?”

Gold shook his head.

“That’s your money,” he said. “You keep it.”

“But you didn’t make anything!”

“I’ll speak to Miss Blue,” he said. “She’s always very reasonable about mishaps. I’m sure I won’t lose out completely on the financial side.”

“Oh, okay. Cool.”

She chewed her lip, bouncing on her toes a little and looking uncertain, and he raised an eyebrow.

“Was there something else?” he asked gently, and she inhaled deeply, fixing him with a stare.

“I - I just wanted to say thanks,” she said in a rush. “I wasn’t kidding when I told the others how great you were.”

Gold looked away, unsure how to react to her admission. He knew he was good; he’d worked hard to become so, but she had made it easy for him too.

“Well, that’s my job,” he said. “Just as it’s yours.”

“Oh, I know all about technique and all that crap,” she said impatiently. “I can make a guy lose his mind in a hundred different ways, and I guess you can do the same with a woman, but that’s not what I meant.”

“What is it, then?”

She hesitated, as though she was unsure how to express herself.

“I - I didn’t have to pretend with you,” she said. “Does that make sense?”

He eyed her for a moment, then nodded.

“I understand.”

“I just - I felt that I could be myself,” she added. “That I could be Lacey. I never want to be Lacey, you know? Not at work. Sometimes not even outside of work, to be honest, but that’s a whole other story of self-loathing I won’t bore you with.”

Gold stared at her for a moment. He understood that very well, and he felt again that urge to protect her, to shield her from the world and anyone that might want to harm her.

“We all have our personas,” he said neutrally. “Sometimes it’s easier to pretend to be someone else. Someone who can handle what we do. Even enjoy it.”

She nodded vigorously.

“Anyway, I started out being Belle Delacoeur, but a little way into our time together, I was Lacey again,” she said. “And - and that never happened before. I just - I wanted you to know.”

Gold smiled, giving her a tiny bow of his head.

“It was an honour to meet you, Lacey,” he said softly, and she sent him a wobbly smile.

“You too,” she said. “And - and maybe I could buy you a drink sometime.”

His smile widened.

“Maybe you could.”

“Since we’ve seen each other’s O-face, small talk should be easy, right?” she added, and he blinked.

“You mean - you mean like a date?” he asked blankly, and she shrugged.

“Yeah,” she said. “If you want.”

She was wavering, an uncertain look in her eyes, the expectation of rejection, and he felt it again, that rush of emotion, the urge to care for her. He swallowed, nodding.

“I’d like that.”

#fic: last man standing #golden lace fic #golden lace #rumbelle fic #rumbelle #my fic #escort!gold verse #au: neverland #golden lace smut #rather large estate #see AO3 for the tags

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Know When to Hold ‘Em

Characters: Sam x reader, Dean, Garth, Mary, Cas

Word Count: 1778

Summary: Garth calls for help on a case, leaving you and Sam to figure out which one of you has to go.

Warnings: canon divergence (this somehow takes place after 12.01 and before 8.19), Sam's a little OOC, gambling

A/N: For an anon who requested another Sam x Reader oneshot.

Also for @spnfanficpond‘s SPN Season 14 Weekly Episode Writing Challenge: Week Five! @mrswhozeewhatsis

Light invades your eyelids, and the slamming of a door sends you shooting up in bed, the gun from under your pillow now poised in your hands, aimed at the doorway.

“Dean?” Sam croaks. Next to you, Sam has taken the same position, his hair tangled by sleep.

You blink a couple times to make out Dean standing in the doorway and sigh, dropping your gun on the nightstand. “Dean, what the f—”

He holds a hand up to stop you and raises a phone to his ear. “Yeah, hold on a second, Garth. I’m giving you to Sam and (Y/N).”

“Dude, no. Not Garth,” Sam pleads.

“Hey, I took the case with him last time,” Dean reminds you, placing a hand on the receiver. “Remember that father and son rugaru duo last year?”

You groan, falling back against the headboard.

“Yeah. This time one of you can take a turn.” He throws the phone onto the mattress between you and Sam. “Have fun. I’m going back to bed.”

You drag your hand across to where the phone landed and hit the speakerphone button.

“Uh, guys? Hello? Did I lose you?”

You run a hand down your face before responding. “Yeah, Garth. Hi.”

“Hey, Garth,” Sam says.

“Oh, shoot,” Garth says. “Did I wake you guys up, too?”

“No, no. We’re always up at—” you crane your neck to glimpse the clock on the nightstand— “four am.”

Wow, Sam mouths, rubbing his eyes. “What do you need, Garth?”

“Cutting right to it—classic Sam,” Garth laughs.

No one responds.

“Alrighty, then,” Garth says after a pause. “Anyway, someone’s draining folks’ blood out in Topeka.”

“So, a vampire,” you say.

“Right, a little bloodsucker cocktail party. That’s what I thought, too,” he says. “But guess what—no bite marks. Not a single one, let alone a whole throat ripped out.”

“So, it’s a psychotic serial killer selling blood on the black market,” Sam says.

Garth clears his throat. “Sam,” he says. “When is it ever a psychotic serial killer selling blood on the black market?”

You shrug. “He’s got a point,” you whisper.

“Thank you, (Y/N)!”

Sam shoots you a dirty look before pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Now, I think I’ve seen something like this before, but I could use some help on this one.”

“Right,” Sam says. “Where are we meeting you?”

“Does that mean one of you lucky ducks is going to work the case with me?”

You and Sam mumble unenthusiastic agreements.

“Aw, you guys! See, this right here is why you’re my favorite,” Garth exclaims.

“Yeah, yeah,” you say. “We’ll see you after the sun comes up, okay?”

“Oh.” Garth’s voice deflates. “About that…”

“What?” Sam groans.

“Well, uh, thing is, I’m kind of in Oregon at the moment,” Garth says. “If I start driving now, I can make it to Kansas by… tomorrow morning?”

“All right, that’s fine. Shoot us a text when you’re close,” you say. “Oh, and, Garth?”

“Yeah?”

“Call at four in the morning again, and you’re a walking black market blood bag. Got it?”

The line is silent before Garth’s voice comes through an octave higher. “Loud and clear, boss.”

You end the call, toss the phone next to your gun on the nightstand, and prepare to crawl under the covers again.

“You were a little tough on him, don’t you think?” Sam says, leaning back on his hands.

“Was I?” you say. “Well, maybe you can go to Topeka and patch up his feelings.”

“Or—here me out here—you can go to Topeka and tell him you’re sorry.”

You force an unamused laugh. “I’m so not working this one.”

“Well, neither am I,” he says.

“Ugh,” you groan, running a hand through your hair. “You know what? I’m going back to sleep. We can figure this out later.”

“Agreed.”

When nighttime rolls around, you and Sam still haven’t decided. You avoid talking altogether, even when Dean picks up a pizza and the three of you sit with Mary and Cas at the kitchen table.

“Is… everything okay?” Mary says hesitantly, her eyes darting between where you and Sam sit across the table from each other, avoiding each other’s eyes.

“Mm hmm,” you say through a mouthful of pizza when he doesn’t answer.

Still concerned, Mary turns to Dean, who looks more amused than anything.

Sam finishes his last bite of crust and brushes his hands off onto his plate.

“Whoa, whoa,” Dean taunts. “Where you going?”

Sam shrugs. “Turning in early.”

“It’s eight o’clock.”

“Yeah, Dean, that would be what I meant by early.”

Castiel squints at him. “Dean is right. It’s very early. Do you feel ill?”

“What? No,” Sam answers.

“Then what’s the rush?” Dean says. “Come on, when’s the last time we had a nice, quiet night in with all of us? We should do something.”

Sam sighs, glaring at his brother. “Like what?”

Dean looks around for a moment, then his eyes light up, and he holds up a finger. “Hang on.”

He darts across the kitchen and into the hallway. When he returns, he holds a deck of cards in one hand and wears a gleeful smile.

“Cards?” Sam scoffs.

“Poker,” Dean says excitedly. “There’s a first time for everything, Sammy. Who knows? You could beat me tonight.”

Sam rolls his eyes. “We don’t even have chips.”

“So? Nothing wrong with good old fashioned dollar bills.” Shuffling the cards, Dean turns to you. “You in?”

“Actually, I—”

“Yeah, you are,” he says. “How about you, Mom?”

“Deal me in,” Mary nods.

“Cas, you getting in on this?”

“Yes, but I should warn you,” Cas says with a smirk, “I’ve spent many hours studying experts at this game.”

Dean chuckles. “Yeah, okay, buddy.”

Gathered around the table, the five of you spend the rest of the night studying cards and placing bets.

“All right,” Dean says finally. “Last hand of the night. Whose turn to deal?”

Mary holds her hand out for the cards and places two in front of you each.

To her left at the end of the table, Cas glances at his cards, then at the short stack of only three or four bills in front of him.

“I think I’m out,” he says, shoulders slumped, defeated.

Dean claps him on the arm. “Good game, man,” he says. “I bet one.”

You toss a one into the pot along with his. “Call.”

Sam and Mary each do the same, and Mary deals three cards in the middle of the table. A king of spades, eight of diamonds, and ten of clubs.

“Three,” Dean bets.

“See your three,” you say, shuffling through your bills, “raise you two.”

He throws another two into the pot. “Sure.”

Sam eyes the cards on the table, then checks his hand again. “Call.”

Mary throws a five into the pot before flipping a queen of clubs onto the table.

Dean taps the back of his cards with his fingertips. “Five.”

“See your five, raise you five,” you bet.

He narrows his eyes at you, and you raise a playful eyebrow at him.

“Ah,” he sighs, throwing his cards on the table. “I fold. And I need another beer.”

As he slides off the bench, you turn to Sam.

“I see your ten, and I’ll raise you ten,” he says.

You lean back in surprise. “Wow, uh… I’ll call,” you say, tossing in another ten.

“Ooh, not me. I’m out,” Mary says. She turns over the final card—the ten of diamonds.

You study Sam’s unreadable face. He doesn’t take huge risks, so you know he must have something good. But so do you.

“Tell you what,” you say, probably your first words to him all night. “Let’s play for tomorrow. You win, I’ll work the case with Garth.”

“And if you win, I’m going?” he says, and you nod.

Dean takes his seat at the table again. “Wait a second. You’re telling me you’ve got an endless list of sex moves to play for, and the pot is a day with Garth?”

“Let’s take it one game at a time,” you say, shooting a wink at Sam.

He lets a smile slip in spite of himself, shaking his head.

“What do you say, Sam?”

He looks from you, to the cards on the table, to his hand. “Deal.”

You peer over at his cards when he lays them on the table. Pair of eights.

“Full house,” he says.

Mary offers him a congratulatory pat on the back while Cas bows his head.

“Wow,” Dean whistles. “Look at that—you did beat me.”

Sam looks to you expectantly.

“That’s the one you want to go with?” you ask, gesturing to his hand. “This house? You’re sure?”

His proud grin fades as you set down your cards. A ten and a queen.

“Full house, but my queens beat your tens,” you say.

Sam throws his head back in defeat, his expression more impressed than angry. “Damn.”

“And the lady takes it,” Dean announces. “Maybe next time, Sam.”

The next morning, not long after the cards have been gathered into a deck and the beer bottles have been cleared, Sam swings a duffel bag over his shoulder and makes his way to the garage. When he calls later, you’ll tell him off for not waking you up to say goodbye, but he can never bring himself to disturb your peaceful sleep when you manage to find it.

He tosses the bag in the trunk, slides into the passenger seat, and starts the engine. He slides the gear into reverse, but right before he can release the brake, the passenger door opens.

You slide in next to him and close the door behind you.

Though you stare straight ahead out the windshield, he eyes you, his mouth agape.

“Well, we going or what?” you say.

“You’re… coming?” he asks.

You shrug. “If it’s cool.”

“It’s cool,” he answers quickly. “Very cool.”

You send a small smile his way, and he returns it.

As he pulls onto the road, he thinks about how much he was dreading this part, the part where he leaves you for a hunt halfway across the state. You’ve both left each other this way too many times for him to admit he misses you anymore, but he breathes a sigh of relief because today, you’re with him the way you both want to be.

He reaches across the bench for your hand, and you slide your fingers into his and squeeze. You’d miss him, too.

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eeveedel · 6 years

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Hello, all! I’ve really been wanting to start doing formal fic recs for awhile, since they’re some of my favorite things to see on my dash, and I said that I would post some big fic rec masterposts once I hit 2k, which was a few weeks ago! So, here we are! I always get asked what my favorite A/B/O fics are, and since it’s one of my favorite tropes I thought it would be a great place to start.

So, here are some of my favorite Harry/Louis A/B/O fics, organized into what I love most about them (with both alpha Harry and alpha Louis mixed in throughout all the categories). I hope you enjoy them and can find something new to read and love!

A+ Worldbuilding

OmegaVision by jaerie (23k)

Tomlin Networks Presents: OmegaVision starring Louis Tomlinson! The world's first 24/7 reality channel available in over 150 countries worldwide following the life of the first male omega born in over a century. Follow Louis through his daily routine, the ups and downs of growing up or just leave him on for comfort. There are many reasons to tune in but, no matter what yours may be, there's always a part of Louis that is just like you!

Or a Truman Show au that nobody asked for where Louis is Truman and Harry just wants to be his mate

And the truth shall set you free (...maybe) by jaerie (17k)

Betism: A religion based on the belief that the beta gender has been chosen by God to protect and defend the purity and dignity of the human race by resisting and condemning the lustful ways and flawed biology of the alpha and omega

Harry is a Betist and Louis is an alpha who runs with a bad crowd. This is what happens when two worlds collide.

just my style by thoughtsickles (15k)

Harry is sick, and the only thing that might help him is the pheromones from his mate--problem is, he hasn't got a mate.

Louis' just been disowned, and taking part in a medical study where he has to cuddle with some strange alpha seems to be his only option for earning a bit of cash.

The hippies and Omega Rights campaigners are busy changing the world--but all Harry wants is a chance to live.

Cameras Flashing by juliusschmidt (81k)

With his breakout single platinum three times over and his second album still selling out in stores around the world, Louis Tomlinson has made it to the top. However, his position as Pop Heartthrob of the Decade is threatened by the edgier, more artistic Zayn, who happens to be releasing an album a week after Louis’ upcoming third. Louis needs something groundbreaking- scandalous, even- to push past him in the charts. Much to Louis’ dismay, his PR team calls in The Sexpert.

Consulting with PR firm Shady, Lane and Associates pays the bills so that Harry Styles can spend his down time doing what he really loves: poring over data. On weekends and late into the evenings, he researches gender, presentation, and sexual orientation, analysing the longitudinal study that is his father’s life’s work. That is, until his newest client, the popstar with the fascinating secret, drags him off his couch and frighteningly close to the spotlight.

As the album’s release date approaches, will Tomlinson and Styles be able to pull off the most risky PR scheme of the millennium and beat Zayn in sales or will the heat of their feelings for each other compromise everything?

Interesting (Non-Typical) Dynamics

lemon eyes turnyourankle (50k)

It's not proper for omegas to mess around with alphas before finding their bondmate. But Harry doesn't give a damn what's proper and fully intends on getting as much experience as he can before even trying to find one. As far as he's concerned, the right alpha won't care, and he'll have some fun on the way.

And who better to start with than Louis Tomlinson, the alpha with the worst reputation on campus?

cancel your reservations, no more hesitations by14hrflight (10k)

Louis is an alpha and so is Harry, but Louis helps him through his rut anyway.

Woke Up Feeling Knotty by jaerie (7k)

Beta Louis has a kink for knotting and the secret aesthetic porn blog he runs about it is more than proof. When he accidentally finds out his alpha best friend Harry is one of his biggest fans, he knows he has to come clean after everything that has already happened between them. Harry just might be willing to help him out anyway.

Heat/Rut

Ten Million Ways to Love Somebody by slashter (8k)

The one where Louis and Omega!Louis switch places and there's basically a lot of confusion and feelings and sex

A body wishes to be held and held by turnyourankle (9k)

Harry wants to return the favour after Louis helps him out with his heat.

Breathe into your well by turnyourankle (4k)

A rut bar. A place where omegas who are so inclined can link up with Alphas in rut. It's not a place Louis ever pictured himself visiting but in the hopes of having a memorable rut, it's where he finds himself tonight.

Give Me What I’m Begging For by zedi (5k)

Omega Harry is a professor at a uni. Louis is his alpha mate, whose rut is coming up soon, so Harry has to take a week off from school to be with Louis. He tells his students it's a vacation but they all can tell the truth and tease him about it. Then Louis' rut comes and they both spend a week at home to fuck it out.

Super Hot (not Heat or Rut)

mr. tomlinson by iwillpaintasongforlou (4k)

Louis is a billionaire CEO who makes grown men cry and rival companies crumble. He's also an omega. Harry is the quiet cupcake of a man he calls his alpha and the only one who gets to see Louis as anything less than fearsome.

Alpha Styles Quadruplets by LacyLou and ZiamsLarry (8k)

The fic where Louis gets fucked by the Styles Quadruplets.

Drunk on rose water by brainwaves (9k)

It’s the first time in a few years that Harry has a strong desire to risk everything for something he loves.

The last time, it was being a fashion model. This time, it’s Louis.

Angst

Forever, Uninterrupted by sparkk (8k)

Harry finds a mysterious picture in Louis' bag one night and drives himself crazy over it. It's definitely not what he thinks.

I Can’t Hear You by kikikryslee (9k)

Harry is self-conscious about his body because it's not the 'typical omega body' and Louis shows him why he loves that.

Enemies to Lovers

Like Candy in My Veins by littlelouishiccups (31k)

“Um…” Harry said slowly after a moment. “Okay. That’s… this is… Let me get this straight.” He lifted up a hand and swallowed. “You told your family that you have a boyfriend… and my name was the first one you thought of?”

“Harry Potter was on TV, alright? It wasn’t that much of a stretch.” Louis pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t believe he was explaining himself to Harry fucking Styles. He couldn’t believe he was stooping this low. “Forget it. I’m sorry I even thought about bringing you into this.”

Harry snorted. “What? Did you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend or something?” (Basically the A/B/O, enemies to lovers, fake relationship, Christmas AU that nobody asked for.)

Do You Like My Sweater? by kikikero (13k)

When Harry's alpha fraternity decides to host a Sadie Hawkins dance, outspoken omega Louis has a thing or two to say about it.

Fluff and Domesticity

The beast you made of me (4k) - orphaned

Harry's a vanilla-sweet Omega and Louis walks into his bakery one day.

Won’t You Settle Down with Me? by louissass (2k)

Louis is heavily pregnant and nesting

I found a love (darling just dive right in) by wonderlou (46k)

Louis, an omega with very little control. Harry, an alpha with a lot of emotion. Neither of them have any idea what do to with this little thing called love, but they'll be damned if they don't put up a good fight.

I will care for you by lululawrence (15k)

“Afton, I just don’t know what I’m going to do,” Harry whined. “I’m going to adopt her, but I have no idea how to take care of her when I’m here as much as I am and I can’t really afford to raise a child on fewer hours. My family can only help so much, but I’ve already been relying on them too much this past week.”

“Oh, Harry. Just get yourself a nanny.” Afton threw out the suggestion and Harry sat up. How had he not considered that?

“How much do you need to pay a nanny? If I cut some expenses, I might be able to handle that, if they lived in. Would they expect more of me, since I’m an unmated alpha? Like, they wouldn’t think I’m some dodgy alpha looking for a nanny to become a bondmate or anything, would they?”

“Shut up, Harry,” Afton demanded. If she wasn’t a beta, Harry almost felt like she might have put some alpha timbre into her voice with that line. Either way, he did shut up to listen to her as she continued. “Reach out to Louis. He’s our usual sitter and he’s lovely. He’s come on some hard times, too, so you could probably convince him to work for you for cheap, especially if you’re having him live with you too.”

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saihara-shuichi-imagines · 7 years

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First Time’s The Charm

Shuichi is trying his best to broach the topic of sex to his girlfriend but his friends keep trying to ‘help’. Enjoy! - Mod Korekiyo

“I just shouldn’t have told you,” Shuichi lamented, putting a dish away. He often liked when Kaito hung around while he did his chores. It made him feel like they flew by faster. However, Kaito just make his chores longer today. “Please, do not tell anyone else.” “You sure you don’t need any help?” The astronaut said, wiggling his eyebrows.”This would be your first time. It’s natural to be scared-” “I’m not scared! I-I’ve been thinking about this for a while now and I know I can handle it! Please, do not interfere.” “I can help set the mood-” “Momota, please! Just don’t do ANYTHING.” The boy begged, putting away some silverware. “I can handle this.”

He picked you up at your house on time, taking you to one of the finest restaurants in town. Once seated, he made sure to have your hand in his, staring dreamily into your eyes from across the table. “Saihara, this is beautiful,” You sighed lovingly, making the boy blush. “I feel so loved.” “Speaking of which,” Shuichi started. “I-” “Welcome! I will be your waiter this evening!” Shuichi’s entire face just dropped and he immediately looked to his waiter who was sporting a false mustache. “Ouma!?” “Sorry, Never heard of him,” The waiter who was totally not Ouma said. “What can I get you both to start with? A little wine?” “This can’t be happening.” Shuichi panicked, wanting to curl up into a little ball. “I’ll have water.” You said simply, flicking Ouma’s fake mustache. He giggled and when it fell of he just stuck it back on upside down. “And for you sir?” “Ouma? What are you doing here?” “Trying to take your order but you’re being difficult about it.” The leader pouted. “Anyway, Y/N, would you be interested in hot chocolate?” “… But it’s the middle of the summer?” “So? Chocolate is natures aphrodisiac-” “That’s it,” Shuichi stood up, grabbing your hand and yanking you from your chair. “We’re not hungry. Come on, Y/n.” “H-Hold on, Shuichi, What’s going on?” “Do come back now!” Ouma yelled happily. As you left, the manager approached him. “….Do you work here?” “Nah,” He said, sticking his fake mustache to his forehead. “I quit.”

Shuichi didn’t say a word since leaving the restaurant. He was on his phone, begging for Kaito to pick up the phone but he never did. You shuffled on the side awkwardly, wondering what was going on. At this point, you were just walking down the street, listening to him threaten Kaito’s voicemail. You had enough and grabbed his arm, making him look at you. “You want to tell me why we left? I skipped lunch because you said you were taking me to dinner-” “I-I’m sorry. I promise, I’ll take you to eat but I-” “Flowers!” A passing street vendor yelled, cutting him off. “Flowers for that special someone!” He rolled his cart further down, stopping beside you and Shuichi. You smiled and Shuichi almost did…. until he noticed the vendor. “Amami?!” “Hello~” He said in a sing song voice. “Flower for the special lady?” He teased, twirling his fake mustache. Shuichi pinched the bridge of his nose while you smelled the roses on the cart. “Ah, Roses. Good choice.” “That’s literally the only flower you have on that cart,” Shuichi pointed out. “Irrelevant! You know,” He started, turning to you. “Roses stand for love and passion-” “Amami, get out of here!” Shuichi yelled, attracting some unwanted attention from passersby. You were a little alarmed by Shuichi’s behavior but Rantarou eased your mind, putting a perfectly bloomed rose in your hair. “Here you are my dear, free of charge. My your night be filled with love and passion-” “Y/N, Come on, I know where I can take you!” Shuichi said frantically, grabbing your hand and leading you to the nearest park. You kept questioning him but he just continued to mumble curses to himself.

On the other side of the park was a nice little cafe. You were a little overdressed for it but at least the walk was nice. As you both walked through the park, excited for the cafe, you stopped on a bridge and looked down at the racing creek. “Oh, Shuichi look!” You said happily. “Baby ducks!” He smiled softly and joined you at the edge of the bridge, seeing the family of ducks waddling alone the edge of the water. “They’re so cute.” “You’re cuter.” “Oh Shuichi-” “Gondola rides!” You gasped, hearing that someone was offering gondola rides. Shuichi groaned, already hating whoever was rowing towards the bridge and yelling up to you. As he suspected, it was another one of his friends. “Gondola rides! Free of charge to men with beautiful girlfriends.” Shinguuji Korekiyo said sweetly, joining the trend of wearing a false mustache. Shuichi smacked his hand on his face, tired of these shenanigans “Oh that sounds lovely!” You said, tugging Shuichi’s arm. “Can we go on a ride?” “Why are you wearing a mustache on your mask?” Shuichi asked, Annoyed. The anthropologist shrugged and the detective groaned, grabbing your hand and leading you away.

Shuichi was beginning to annoy you. He’d been rude to his friends all night, who from your point of view only wanted to help him. It was making you a little sick. You finally got to eat dinner and Shuichi offered to get you a cab, guessing that you were tired of walking for tonight. As you got in the cab, you cuddled up to him and he gave the driver your address. “Shuichi, why were you so mean to everyone?” He bit his lip and let out a deep breath before he spoke. “Because… I just want to be alone with you…” He cupped your face in his hands. He didn’t even notice that the music in the cab changed to something romantic and slow. “I love you Y/N….and I wanted tonight to be special-” Shuichi was broken from his confession when he noticed the LED fake candles all over the taxi. He held his breath, realizing he walked into another trap. “Shui-” “Stop the taxi.” He said darkly. the driver obliged, pulling to the side and leaning into the back seat to check on you both. You almost lost it, seeing who the driver was… also sporting a false mustache. “Something wrong buddy?” “Kaito! You’re ruining my date!” “I don’t know who you’re talking about sir-” Shuichi reached forward suddenly, ripping the mustache off Momota’s face. “Ow You jerk! WHAT IF THAT WAS REAL!?” ‘IT’S NOT EVEN THE SAME COLOR AS YOUR HAIR YOU ASSHOLE!” “What the hell is going on tonight?” You finally asked, Shuichi didn’t even care about tact anymore. “I’ve been trying to talk about you and I taking our relationship a little…further and I made the mistake of telling Momota about it!” “I’ve only been trying to help! He wants to fuck you, really bad-” “I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP TO FUCK HER-” Shuichi slapped both hands over his mouth, immediately regretting speaking about you like that. “I Didn’t mean-” “You could have just told me,” You giggled poking his nose. Sensing the situation mending itself, Kaito continued driving. “Shuichi. I love you… to be honest I’ve been thinking about it, too.” “…I-I’m sorry about tonight.. I was just so worried that I was rushing things and I wanted to do this as…romantic as possible.” He took your hands in his, pressing his forehead against yours. “This is all my fault…I should have just relaxed and-” “We’re here!” Kaito said, rolling down the window to reveal he was in front of your house. You smirked opening the car door and giving Shuichi a kiss on the cheek. “…Would you… like to come inside?” “You or the house?” “Kaito!” “I’m just joking!” He defend, “Pretend I’m not here.” Shuichi rolled his eyes and looked back at you, a light blush staining his house. “I’d love to.”

Kaito watched you and Shuichi walk into the house, walking close and giggling. He dug into the center console, picking up a walkie talkie and grinning ear to ear. “This is Space Dandy, Just dropped Angst Factory and Leading lady off at the house, Over.” “Yeah, Drop the code names,” Korekiyo said flatly. “Rantarou has been arrested for selling flowers without a permit, Over.” “Yeah, I need help over here…. over.” “Space dandy is on the way, Where’s ouma, Over?” “I’m getting a gondola ride…. over. So were we a success? Did he get inside?” “Her or the house?” Rantarou asked. Kaito scratched his chin, seeing a bedroom light turn on upstairs. “…I’m thinking both.”

-Mod Korekiyo just wanted to write something dumb

#dvr3 imagines #ndrv3 imagines #saihara shuuichi #danganronpa x reader #New Danganronpa V3 #danganronpa imagines #drv3 imagine #ndrv3 #drv3 #mod korekiyo

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life-love-and-alcohol · 7 years

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Fic prompt/request! Yuuri working in a post office, sorting hundreds of fan mail/love letters to someone called Victor Nikiforov who also constantly orders packages from pet store online and picks them up weekly... Yuuri would rather die than admit anyone he has his address memorized

Hello!! Thank you so much for requesting this, best idea ever *cries*. I don’t really know how post offices work tbh, so if I messed up then I’m so sorry XD you can point out my ignorance MORE UNDER THE CUT (if you are on mobile I’m so sorry, maybe you can try copying the link into your browser), or read it at my AO3 account: http://archiveofourown.org/users/justmeandmysillystuff :D

One could naturally assume that working at a post office wasprobably the most boring, monotonous job on earth: just checking names and addresses,sorting packages, and delivering letters from grannies that lived less than tenblocks away from each other. There could be nothing more tedious and uninterestingthan that, right? Such a dreary life a post office employee must have, right?Wrong. So wrong. Just ask Yuuri Katsuki and he’ll tell you otherwise. Two years of experience, three daily coffees, the acquired ability to look atsomeone in the eye and tell them “your package got lost in Singapore”, andabout fifty stamps memorized. All of that, for the miserable wedge of a public worker,which was barely enough to pay for his rent and the bread and the cream cheese insidehis fridge. If that wasn’t intense, then he didn’t know what it was (maybe “miserable”was the word he was looking for). It wasn’t as bad, honestly. He was just easily-stressed. Taking out the wholefinancial kind of mailing, it was actually interesting to check what peoplesent. From pen-friends to wedding invitations, and his favorite bunch ofletters that came in every December starting with “Dear Santa”, there wasalways something fun to go through. His co-worker and friend Phichit was alwaysthere to laugh at the dramatic break-up mails. There was especially aparticular guy with quite a ridiculous surname who wrote weekly letters to acertain “Anya” who never really answered back. Phichit liked to joke sayingthat the woman was probably dead already and that the guy was just delirious,but Yuuri didn’t think so. He had read other love-struck fan-mail before, andhad learnt that love could really make people stupid. The best part of the job though, was the stuff some other people ordered online.Seriously, he had seen some weird shit. Including that woman who ordered about three garden gnomes on the same month,and that guy who asked his brother who lived in Colombia to send him oneSPECIFIC brand of beans weekly. Not to mention the sex toys. Boy, the amount ofdildos he had delivered. Phichit insisted it wasn’t humanly possible someone couldprobably stick that anywhere, but thelabel said “the only limit was imagination” so he really was in no place toquestion it. It was always really funny whenever someone ordered sex toys.Dildo days were good days. However, those weren’t nearly Yuuri’s favorite orders. There was a certain someone who did way too many purchases of pet suppliesonline. And by too many, it meant TOOMANY. Being a dog owner himself, Yuuri knew no pet could possibly need so manychewing toys, about three different little beds, and an entire fun-size wardrobe.How much money could someone actually waste on that? He had kept wondering forweeks. It was expensive, it was ridiculous, and it was impossible to ignore. But even more impossible, was to ignore the buyer. The first time he ever saw him, he almost choked on his second daily coffee. Phichithad been absent for the day, so he had the double amount of work, and he wascertainly not waiting for that time of the day when people got out of theirrespective jobs and actually had time to worry about their mail. It was barelypast midday, and they rarely got a long queue waiting at those hours, so he wasn’tpanicking yet. He was sorting some packages out, separating national frominternational, and way too busy to acknowledge the world around him. It wasonly natural he only noticed a client had walked in once his long, pale fingerswere already drumming against the counter expectantly, and Yuuri almost jumpedout of his skin as soon as he saw that handsome, foreign man with the fancyhaircut. Now, to say he was attractive was an understandment. But just how attractive could someone possiblybe?? That face was, under Yuuri’s criteria, impossible. It broke any kind of measurementlimits he could have ever thought about. He had long lashes, shiny silver hair,and his eyes were the bluest shade of blue he had ever witnessed. And hissmile, damn, his smile! It lit up thegloomy post office like a lighthouse! Yuuri would have to say sorry to whoever ordered that British brand ofbiscuits, since he was currently crushing the package in his hands. “Good afternoon!” His accent, for fuck’s sake “Could you check if my packagecame in yet, please?” He was thankful he actually worked in autopilot by then, since he knew hewouldn’t have been able to answer otherwise. “Oh, ehm…sure. What’s your name, sir?” “Nikiforov. Viktor Nikiforov” Viktor Nikiforov.Suddenly everything made much more sense. For the past months, Yuuri had had to deliver a scary amount of head-over-heelslove letters; all directed to someone whose name was, ironically, Viktor damnNikiforov. When they first started coming he didn’t understand. Who was thatperson, and how had he seemingly started his own religion within a few weeks?People messaged him with such devotion he had at first thought “Nikiforov” wassome kind of parish club; but after he read a few letters, he understood he wasnothing but the town’s new heartache. It was odd for someone to cause such acommotion, really hard to believe.But that early afternoon, with that flawless, porcelain angel face staring athim from across the counter, Yuuri had been enlightened. And he couldn’tbelieve he had been able to keep his hands from writing a letter himself. After that day, in which he clumsily handed him his packaged sparkly feedingbowl and made him sign the papers, Viktor started to reappear at the officevery frequently. He became one of the regular characters that came at certaindays and at a certain hour to retire a certain kind of mail, and he awoke onthe poor public employee a certain kind of reaction. Whenever he saw someonehad ordered something from “EverythingForYoutPet.com”, Phichit could hear himhumming happily as he sorted the letters, since he knew that meant Viktor wouldeventually come to pick it up. It was always the same: almost once a week an absurd chew toy or some expensivecanine shampoo would arrive. At around 3 PM, he would hear the door opening,and the sweet sing-song of a polite “Good afternoon, Yuuri!” would make himmess up with a package or two. He would always gift him the kindest ofheart-shaped smiles, he would try to initiate gracious small talks that Yuuriwas far too shy to properly follow, and he would be very nice and thankfulabout the service, even if his order wasn’t delivered on time. Was that maneven real? Yuuri was seriously beginning to question it. Maybe he was just ahallucination from an overdose of caffeine.But it couldn’t have been a hallucination, not when he actually heard the soundof the closing door echoing so clearly through the post office every time heleft. And not when it truthfully hurt so much to see him go. Also, Phichit could also see him…so he couldn’t have just been a mirage. Hisfriend could see him enough to consider him a teasing matter and would alwayselbow Yuuri mockingly whenever the man came around. However, one day things turned out to be rather different. Yuuri knew something was wrong as soon as he heard the door opening. Itscreeched, doing that old wooden noise it always did when opened, since no oneever cared to oil it. It never did that noise when it was Viktor walking inthough. Almost as if the door knew, as if it were aware of who it was grantingaccess to, and decided to act as politely as the man itself. Yet, that day it did creak. And loudly.

Secondly, there wasthe look on his face: dark bags under his pretty eyes, his hair a mess, and adrop of swear daring to cross his glorious forehead. And thirdly, there wasno: “Good afternoon, Yuuri” as he walked in.“Did my packagecome in yet?” He leaned over the counter, sighing heavily, and pinchingthe bridge of his nose.“Package?”Yuuri would obviously remember if a package for him had arrived. But he checkedanyways, just in case, and for the man not to notice he actually was receivingespecial attention “Uhm, no, sorry. We have no mail for you”The look on his facecaused physical pain to the sight.“Are yousure?” He insisted, trying to keep his voice neutral, but it was actuallyon the tight rope between anger and cracking. When he saw Yuuri nodding inconfirmation, he sunk his head between his hands “Oh no…what am I goingto do now??“ Yuuri didn’t quiteunderstand the calamity of the situation. For what he could tell, the manordered nothing but useless accessories for his dog. What could possibly havehim so upset?? "Don’t worry, ifit got lost they won’t take so long to find it…maybe around a week”What had been adesperate soothing attempt, ending up having quite the opposite effect. And thepained gasp the news squeezed out from his pretty heart-shaped mouth was themost devastating noise Yuuri had ever heard. Even worse than the screeching ofthe door.“One week?? Ican’t wait one week!” He exclaimed, covering his mouth “My dog issick and I ordered some foreign medicine they don’t sell here…he needs totake it now! Please, if there’s anything you can do to speed up the process, Ibeg you! I’ll pay anything!”Yuuri stood still,struck by empathy right into the core, seeing himself and his Vicchan reflectedon the man’s eyes. God, if something ever happened to his own dog he didn’tknow what he would do. He adored his pet, he would probably sail sky and earthin the search for that package. And he suddenly felt miserable for being just auseless, boring post office worker.Speechless, since hereally didn’t have any words of consolation that weren’t actually lies, hewalked to the office’s computer to try to check if there was any data of thepackage’s location on the archive. He searched for Viktor’s name, and found thedocument of the order but no clue on where the package was at. It just said ithad been “delivered”. Yuuri bit his lip, notknowing what to say to a heartbroken fellow dog owner, when he suddenly noticedsomething. “Themedicine…” He whispered, eyes fixed on the screen, rereading thedescription of the order “That medicine!!”“Uh??”Viktor didn’t understand.“I have thatmedicine at home!! I ordered it a few years ago when my own dog was sick!”He exclaimed, smiling in a way he had forgotten he could, and turning on thelights on Viktor’s eyes again “I still have half of it at home!" "For real??”The man clapped his hands, almost as a silent pray, and Yuuri could see himmouth a thanks god under his breath.“Yes, come on! Ilive two blocks away!” He grabbed him by the sleeve of his coat, pullinghim out of the post office, barely remembering to warn his co-worker before heleft “Phichit, cover me! I’ll be right back!!" Viktor ran rightbehind him, following him around the chilly streets of the city, finding thehold of his determinate hand to be the only source of heat. By the time theyreached the small apartment, both their breaths were heaving and their nosesred and sticky, and Yuuri’s fingers were so numb he could barely hold his keys.He opened the door andrushed inside, emptying his whole cabinet in one single movement, while Vicchanstared at him confusedly from aloof. "Is it thisone??” he held a small blue box out for Viktor, and he swore his eyes werealmost watery.“Oh my god, yesit is!” He exclaimed. But instead of reaching out to hold the medicine, heheld Yuuri in a tight hug instead “Thank you so, so much!! You are anangel!!!" It was only then, withboth the cold he still carried from the street and the worry slowly meltingwithin the embrace, that he realized what he had actually done. Had he really left hiswork shift, pulled a client out from the office, and took him all the way tohis apartment…to save his dog? Well, totally worthit.But it was only thenthat the embarrassment began to sink in. So, when Viktor brokethe hug and gifted him a big, thankful smile, Yuuri’s face was so hot he heatedup the entire apartment.“You didn’t haveto hurry so much, we could have waited till your shift ended” The manlaughed gently, beautifully, melodically, as it couldn’t have been any otherway “But thank you, it means a lot”Yeah, it meant Yuuriwanted to burry himself alive 100km underground. Love, indeed, madepeople stupid.

The next day, or rather thenext night, since it was already late in the evening and Yuuri was leaving thepost office, he said goodbye to Phichit at the door and got mentally ready toface the two blocks of coldness he would have to walk. He was wearing a thickcoat and gloves and a hat, but it didn’t seem to be enough, since everyminuscule patch of skin he couldn’t fully cover, was mercilessly bitten by the icywinter’s wind, and it had poor Yuuri shivering as he stood into the cold.

He was barely two steps outside, when he heard the bark of a dog and it madehim turn his head to the side instinctively. There, standing in the cold, andwearing a colorful striped sweater on top of its already fluffy fur, was arather big poodle staring at him and wiggling his tail.

Yuuri didn’t recognize the dog, since he had never seen it before (even thoughit kind of looked like Vicchan), but he did recognize the sweater. He had seenit in the extended catalogue of “EverythingForYourPet.com”, and he hadpersonally written the address and the name of the person who ordered it in theform, less than a month ago.

“Yuuri!” Viktor called out for him, looking as wonderful as always, with hisshiny hair hidden beneath a red hat that matched his flushed nose and cheeks, andinsisting on giving Yuuri tachycardia with that lovely smile of his.

“Oh, Viktor” He greeted back, bowing his head, turning to look at the dog thatwas now curiously sniffing his shoes “I see he’s feeling better”

“He is! The vet said I should walk him more, that exercise will help”

“I see…” That explained the dog’s presence, but it kind of didn’t explain his “Whatare you doing here though, did you order something again? I’m sorry but I can’tcheck right now, we are already closed”

Viktor kept staring at him with an arched brow for a few seconds, as ifmisunderstandments were contagious, and he couldn’t understand that Yuuri didn’tunderstand. But after he saw the genuine confusion on his big eyes, poppingfrom between the dense wool of his hat and his scarf like headlights, he decidedhe wanted to pull his leg a little bit.

“Oh, what a shame…I really had an important thing to send” He faked a pout, notbeing really good at acting, but Yuuri being even worst at grasping hints.

“Oh no, for real??” He blinked, trying to keep his eye’s moist safe from thebrute cold “I can’t open the office, I don’t have the key…Are you in such ahurry? Can’t it wait till tomorrow morning?”

“Hmm, I’m afraid no, it can’t”

“I’m so sorry! Ahg, we just closed! If you had only come two minutes earlierthen…”

“Don’t worry, Yuuri” He chuckled, and a puff of white smoke drew itself on thefreezing air “I don’t need the post office to send it”

“You don’t?” Yuuri frowned, puzzled “I don’t understand…what do you need todeliver so urgently?”

“This”

Before Yuuri could comment he was empty-handed, Viktor had leaned in and haduncovered his mouth from the thick scarf, only to warm it with his own lipsinstead.

It was short, short and chaste, and their lips were dry and cracked from thecold, but it was enough to have Yuuri’s body temperature raising a whole bunchof degrees, and for his heart to beat so fast in his ears he couldn’t even listento Viktor’s words as he spoke next. But he did read his lips:

“Sent” He smirked “Thank you for your services”

Yuuri thought of all the letters, all the dozens of people who had declaredtheir fanatical love to that man, and the amount of times he had debated to writeone himself. But he thought it stupid, he thought he would just toss it away,and he’d become just one more of all the people Phichit made fun of. He hadspent hours writing, crossing out, rewriting…all to crumple the piece of paperinto a ball and throw it away in the end. Deciding there was nothing he couldgive that man that could possibly express what he felt whenever he walked intothe post office.

Apparently, half a bottle of medicine for canines had been enough.

“Is…is this because of the medicine?” He stuttered, looking at him indisbelief.

“No” Viktor giggled, fixing his hat for him “It’s because of your kindness.Would you like to come home for dinner? I don’t live far away, I live at…”

“Yeah, I know where you live” He didn’t realize just how creepy that soundeduntil he had put it in words “I MEAN, I KNOW YOUR ADRESS BECAUSE OF THEPACKAGES! I DIDN’T STALK YOU, I SWEAR”

This time, Viktor openly laughed, causing Makkachin to bark merrily too as hewiggled his tail, and Yuuri thought he had never been so close to crying outfrom mere embarrassment.

“I see…” Viktor took his gloved hand in his, smiling fondly and rolling hiseyes “I was planning to guide you” He said, pointing at their intertwined hands“But it seems you don’t need me to do that”

Yuuri bit his lip, deciding he had already humiliated himself to a point of noreturn and there was no use in holding back.

“We can pretend I do” He whispered, squeezing his hand.

Viktor didn’t need to be asked twice.

And so they walked hand in hand, with a very much excited Makkachin jumpingaround, towards that familiar address that Yuuri had only dreamt about outside fromall the packages and letters.

yes, this is eteranal, I know, and Im sorry

#Yoi #yuri on ice #yuri!!! on ice #yuri katsuki #yuuri katsuki #viktor x yuuri #victuuri #viktuuri #viktor nikiforov #victor nikiforov #victuuri fic #victuuri fanfic #victuuri fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #post office au #request

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Finally Found you - LaLiebre

Note: Hey! So I’ve had this plan for a long time and I finally found the time to do it. And I hope that people will read this/like this, since I will need input throughout. I’ve been wanting to write an interactive fic. Kind of like “choose your own adventure” but not with the thousand different stories you can read at once. The story will revolve around Adore Delano/Danny Noriega and ‘You’ - The reader, I’m sorry to inform you though that throughout the story you ‘will be’ a cis gay male. After a million ideas for settings I decided it was most fun to keep it in this realm, so that it is basically kind of realist. Yep, ‘You’ in the story will be a drag race fan.

You smile softly at the boy underneath you while your hand strokes through his chestnut brown hair. Your teeth set themselves into your bottom lip while you pull slightly. He looks up at you, a big grin plays on his lips while his hands travel downwards over your back to your cladded ass. You give a soft moan in approval and keep your eyes locked on his. You grind into him and put your forehead against his. One of his hands comes up and his thumb softly strokes your cheek. He opens his mouth, but instead of words he makes a loud annoying noise.

You roll over in your bed and groan. “For fuck sake!” You take your phone from the nightstand and stare at the screen. Your eyes are still filled with sleep and everything is foggy. Part of you is raging with anger because someone dared to wake you from your well deserved hours of sleep, but you wonder who in earth would call at this time. Curious, you press the green horn and put the phone against your ear. “Hello?” The tiredness is highly present in your hoarse voice. “Oh god, I have such good news…” The overly excited voice makes you want to throw the phone against the wall opposite of your bed. You groan. “Rachel, you better have a damn good reason to be waking me up.” It’s silent for a while on the other side of the line before you can hear your friend sigh. “If you would’ve let me finish, ass.” You roll your eyes but keep your mouth shut. “So as I was saying before you started whining about me pulling you out of what probably was a sex dream about a certain someone, I got us the tickets.” You pinch the bridge of your nose and narrow your eyes together. “What tickets?” You can tell that Rachel is getting annoyed with your ‘not-awake’-state. “The Meet and Greet tickets.” “What?..” Rachel wants to scream but before she can you jump right up. “Wait you did? How, didn’t we need the promo code from the Bob-show?” Rachel laughs. “Yes, I got tickets to that show just for this code. However I made a mistake and accidentally bought 4 VIP tickets for him as well but they are fixing that problem.” Part of you feels like such a little fangirl but you are also happy to have idiotic friends that will do the extra mile. “So happy belated birthday.” You laugh. “Why thank you miss!” “Told you my gift would be good.” You roll your eyes. “By the way, you do owe me 20 pounds for the Bob Tickets, okay thanks!” You hear the click as a sign that she quickly hung up. You want to be mad but you really can’t. Being up already made you decide to just continue life. You check your phone for any other updates and are especially checking your twitter. You stare at the message that comes up. “@DannyNoriega has posted a new tweet”. You press on it and stare at the newly uploaded photo. You can’t suppress a soft ‘damn’ when you stare at the partial-nude. You let yourself fall back into the bed and stare at the ceiling. You hold your phone above your head and start typing. “I swear someday he will be the death of me”. You quickly get some likes from two of your friends who clearly know what you’re on about. And one of an ‘acquaintance’ who merely replies with ‘who?’. You smile at the new notification. “@badgirlRaRa surprised my best with tickets for Adore, all he could reply was ‘why are you waking me up’”. You roll your eyes and get out of bed. After a long morning routine you are on your way to Uni. You open your phone and check your messages, the group-chat has been blowing up about the Adore show which will be a trip. That evening you decide to plan everything out but it has left you with a few options you need to decide on.

Apparently, Rachel has gotten her hand on another VIP ticket for Adore, because of the inconvenience with the Bob tickets. She asks you who you should take with you? -Your best friend, Elliot. A feminine slim twink, who has the attitude of a sassy girl. He does not only look like a model, he also thinks he should be one. You two have known each other forever and are as close as brothers. He is super into DragRace and drag itself, he however doesn’t care too much about Adore. -Your friend Ashlee. She is basically crazy and a drunk. She probably doesn’t care about Adore, but at least you know you’ll have an amazing time out during the rest of your stay. -Your “friend” and superfan Marissa, you actually can’t stand her and most of her opinions but she does love dragqueens. And with love, I mean she would die if she doesn’t breath in the air around them at least once a week. -Might as well just sell them and spend the money on alcohol or other exciting things.

Next to a possibly 3rd person you have to choose where you’re going to stay during your trip. Since you don’t live in London where the show is going to be, you will have to find place to sleep.

-Fuck it, I can go all night and catch the morning buss or maybe even continue the rest of the day. Sleep is for the weak. -I will spend a big part of my budget on a nice comfy hotel room near the venue. -I found these cheap cute cabins that aren’t too far from the venue might as well stay there.

#adore delano #adore x reader #interactive #laliebre #rpdr fanfiction #submission #x reader #finally found you

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Edinburgh Playhouse is a former cinema in Edinburgh, Scotland which now hosts touring musicals and music concerts. Its capacity is 3,059, making it one of the UK’s largest theatres in terms of audience capacity.

The Edinburgh Playhouse has a number of quality theatre productions showing throughout the year. Find out what’s on right now and book your tickets here from ATG official bookings!

Tue 28 – NOV 2017 Sat 2 DEC 2017 Beautiful – The Carole King Musical Long before she was Carole King, the chart-topping music legend, she was an ordinary girl with an extraordinary talent.

Beautiful – The Carole King Musical tells the inspiring true story of King’s remarkable rise to stardom, from being part of a hit songwriting team with her husband Gerry Goffin, to her relationship with fellow writers and best friends Cynthia Weil and Barry Mann, to becoming one of the most successful solo acts in popular music history.

Along the way, she wrote the soundtrack to a generation, with countless classics such as (You Make Me Feel) Like a Natural Woman, Take Good Care of my Baby, You’ve Got a Friend, So Far Away, It Might As Well Rain Until September, Up on the Roof, Locomotion, You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling, On Broadway and We Gotta Get Out Of This Place.

Tue 12 – DEC 2017 Sun 7 JAN 2018 Shrek the Musical Following a record-breaking UK and Ireland Tour, the smash hit blockbuster is back – and larger than life! Based on the story and characters from the Oscar®-winning DreamWorks Animation film, this hilarious and spectacular production turns the world of fairytales upside down in an all-singing, all-dancing, must-see musical comedy.

Join Shrek, (Steffan Harri) and his loyal steed Donkey as they set off on a quest to rescue the beautiful Princess Fiona (Laura Main) from her tower, guarded by a fire breathing love-sick dragon. Add the vertically challenged Lord Farquaad, a gang of fairytale misfits, and a biscuit with attitude, and you’ve got an irresistible mix of adventure, laughter and romance, guaranteed to delight audiences of all ages!

[The producers cannot guarantee the appearance of any particular artists subject to holiday, illness or events beyond the producers’ control]

Fri 12 JAN 2018 A Country Night in Nashville A Country Night In Nashville recreates the scene of a buzzing Honky Tonk in downtown Nashville, perfectly capturing the energy and atmosphere of an evening in the home of Country Music.

Prepare to be transported on a musical journey through the history of Country, featuring songs from its biggest stars both past and present. Hits from Johnny Cash to Alan Jackson, Dolly to the Dixie Chicks, Willie Nelson to Kacey Musgraves, are showcased by the amazing vocals of Dominic Halpin, Shelly Quarmby and their fabulous backing band, the Hurricanes.

With songs including Ring Of Fire, Crazy, Sweet Home Alabama, Don’t Rock The Jukebox, Need you Now, 9-5, Don’t Worry Baby to name just a few, this incredible celebration of Country music is a night not to be missed.

Sat 13 JAN 2018 Showaddywaddy The Greatest Rock & Roll Band In The World’ is a bold statement but Showaddywaddy has lived up to that title as they recently celebrated their 40th anniversary.

Formed in the 1970s in Leicester from several local bands, they have sold more than 20 million records and have toured the world.

Their live show is dynamic and uplifting featuring all of their biggest hits, many of which reached number one in the pop charts of Europe. Under The Moon of Love, Three Steps to Heaven, Hey Rock & Roll, When, Blue Moon, Pretty Little Angel Eyes and many, many more. So come and join the Dancing Party… You’ve Got What It Takes!

Mon 15 – Sat 20 JAN 2018 Flashdance Flashdance – The Musical is the inspiring and unforgettable story of Alex a determined welder who dreams of becoming a professional dancer. When a romance complicates her ambitions, she harnesses it to drive her dream of attending Shipley Dance Academy.

Prepare to be blown away by an astonishing musical spectacle with phenomenal choreography to this iconic score including the smash hits Maniac, Gloria, I Love Rock & Roll and of course the sensational title track Flashdance… What a Feeling. Sparks will fly and you’ll dance like you’ve never danced before! Age guidance: 11+

Mon 29 JAN 2018 The Simon and Garfunkel Story Direct from it’s success in London’s Lyric Theatre, Shaftesbury Avenue, a SOLD OUT Worldwide tour and standing ovations at every performance, The Simon & Garfunkel Story is back! Using huge projection photos and original film footage, this 50th Anniversary Celebration also features a full live band performing all the hits including ‘Mrs Robinson’, ‘Cecilia’, ‘Bridge Over Troubled Water’, ‘Homeward Bound’ and many more. Get your tickets fast as this is an evening not to be missed!

Wed 31 JAN 2018 Someone Like You – The Adele Songbook Touring UK theatres for the very first time, Someone Like You (The Adele Songbook) is an immaculate celebration of one of our generation’s finest singer-songwriters.

Hand-picked by Adele herself on Graham Norton’s BBC ADELE Special, the outstanding Katie Markham has the show-stopping voice and captivating charisma to deliver all your favourite Adele hits in an enthralling concert performance.

The show faithfully recreates the magic of the three record-breaking albums 19, 21 and 25 – including Chasing Pavements, Make You Feel My Love, Set Fire To The Rain, Someone Like You, Hello, Rolling In The Deep and the multi-million seller Skyfall. Someone Like You will take you on a soul-stirring journey from break up to make up!

Thu 1 FEB 2018 Whitney – Queen of the Night A stunning celebration of the music and life of one of the greatest singers of our time. This award winning production features a sensational line-up of musicians and artistes, and together with a powerhouse and breath-taking performance in the spirit of Whitney, deliver a show that exceeds expectation on every level.

Taking us on a magical rollercoaster ride through three decades of classic hit’s that include, I Wanna Dance With Somebody, One Moment In Time, I’m Every Woman, My Love is Your Love, So Emotional Baby, Run to You, Saving All My Love, I will Always Love You, and many more, this show beautifully remembers the most highly awarded female artiste in the world ever!

Whitney’s one true legacy was her music which touched most of us at some time in our lives. Share her life and get ready for the greatest love of all in Queen of the Night!

Fri 2 FEB 2018 One Night of Queen n 2000, Gary Mullen won ITV’s “Stars In Their Eyes” Live Grand Final, with the largest number of votes ever received in the shows history. The record of 864,838 votes was more than twice that of the runner-up. Gary began touring on his own and in 2002 formed a band The Works, to pay tribute to rock legends Queen. Since May 2002, Gary Mullen and the Works have performed throughout the UK, USA, Europe, South Africa and New Zealand to sell-out audiences. The outfit have also twice rocked the prestigious BBC Proms in the Park, in front of a very enthusiastic crowd of 40,000. One Night of Queen is a spectacular live concert, recreating the look, sound, pomp and showmanship of arguably the greatest rock band of all time. This show will ROCK you!

One Night of Queen have been touring for 13 years.

Sat 3 FEB 2018 Fastlove – A Tribute to George Michael Get ready for an unforgettable evening with a global superstar, as he puts the Boom Boom into your heart in the all new production for 2017 – Fastlove: A Tribute to George Michael.

The show is packed with crowd pleasing anthems. From Wham! classics of the ‘new pop’ revival to the chart topping success of the eighties album Faith. All the awesome tunes of the nineties & noughties including the irresistible Flawless.

This is a spellbinding experience you don’t want to miss. You’ll be getting up (to get down) to all your favourite songs: Careless Whisper, Freedom, Faith, Father Figure, One More Try, Outside, Jesus To A Child, I Want Your Sex, Kissing A Fool, and many more.

Relive the passion, the flare, and the unique sensitivity of George Michael in this incredible concert sensation. As the great man said: you gotta have faith… So book your tickets now!

Sun 4 FEB 2018 Soul Unlimited: Heatwave, Odyssey, Jaki Graham & Gwen Dickey

Tue 6 – Sat 10 FEB 2018 Tanguera Tanguera is the story of Giselle, a young woman who arrives on the sultry streets of Buenos Aires and meets Lorenzo the dockworker. He falls in love with her at first sight but, like so many immigrants at that time, Giselle struggles to make a life for herself in this new world and she falls into the hands of the local crook Gaudencio. Her only chance of survival is to dance in his nightclub and we watch as she is transformed into a tanguera tango dancer; someone who seduces men with her dance and sells her body.

Experience the passion, drama and breath-taking dancing in this adrenaline fuelled journey through the sizzling world of the tango. Written and produced by Diego Romay, who was inspired by Matthew Bourne’s Car Man, this award-winning show includes choreography by Argentine dance superstar Mora Godoy and a cast of over 30 talented dancers.

Be prepared join with them on the hot streets of Buenos Aires at the turn of the 20th Century, for an evening of fast and fiery Argentine Tango full of jealousy, love and passion. Can Lorenzo save Giselle or will she be forever Gaudencio’s tanguera?

Please note the show has adult themes and has a minimum age recommendation of 12+.

Mon 12 – Sat 17 FEB 2018 This Is Elvis It’s 1968 – the major musical event of the year is the first live TV special for Elvis Presley in what will come to be known as ‘The ’68 Comeback Special’. Drawing phenomenal ratings, this event re-establishes Elvis as the major entertainment star of the decade, and twelve months later Elvis stars at the International Hotel in Vegas, performing live for the first time in seven years, and securing his place in history as the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll! This production celebrates 50 years since the TV phenomenon and is testament that his songs live on and the King still rules!

This Is Elvis recreates all the drama leading up to the comeback as well as staging the monumental concert. It then proceeds with The King to his Vegas debut. Featuring Elvis’s greatest hits including… Trouble, Heartbreak Hotel, Blue Suede Shoes, Hound Dog, Love Me Tender, All Shook Up, Jailhouse Rock, One Night, It’s Now or Never, Are you Lonesome Tonight?, Can’t Help Falling in Love, In The Ghetto, Suspicious Minds, American Trilogy, Just Can’t Help Believing and many more…

Sun 18 FEB 2018 Icons of the 80s – Go West, Nik Kershaw & Cutting Crew Legendary stars join forces in one concert

Entertainers is proud to bring together your favourite eighties artists all on one stage! The latest line-up includes Go West, Nik Kershaw and Cutting Crew together in one unique concert.

The eighties are back and these legendary stars have joined forces for a truly incredible, once in a lifetime, concert experience. They’re the biggest names in the business and to see them perform together will be an unforgettable event.

With millions of albums sales and hits like We Close Our Eyes, Call Me, King Of Wishful Thinking, Wouldn’t It Be Good, The Riddle, I Won’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me, I’ve Been In Love Before and the classic (I Just) Died In Your Arms, this authentic 80s triple header is not to be missed.

Go West It has been over 30 years since Go West had their first hit single We Close Our Eyes. Other hits followed including Call Me, Goodbye Girl and Don’t Look Down, Faithful and the smash hit theme song in the film Pretty Woman King of Wishful Thinking.

Nik Kershaw Nik Kershaw first achieved chart success in 1984 with Wouldn’t It Be Good?, followed by other classics such as Won’t Let the Sun Go Down on Me and The Riddle. A prolific writer for other artists, Nik also penned the number one single The One and Only for Chesney Hawkes.

Cutting Crew Originally formed in the mid-80s, this Grammy nominated, Anglo-Canadian rock band will always be remembered for their classic song (I Just) Died In Your Arms, which helped define the musical sounds of the club scene during the 80s and is still played widely today. Over twenty years later, with millions of album sales, original singer/songwriter Nick Van Eede has signed new recording publishing deals and is back on the road promoting his awesome new material.

Tue 20 – Sat 24 FEB 2018 The Sound of Music One of the greatest musicals of all time returns to the stage in this magnificent five star production to enchant the young and the young at heart.

This wonderfully lavish staging tells the true story of the world-famous singing family, from their romantic beginnings and search for happiness, to their thrilling escape to freedom at the start of WWII.

The unforgettable score features some of the most memorable songs ever performed on stage, including Edelweiss, My Favorite Things, Do-Re-Mi, Climb Ev’ry Mountain, So Long Farewell, and of course, The Sound of Music.

Sun 25 FEB 2018 ABBA Mania It is just over 40 years since ABBA won Eurovision and now it’s your chance to thank ABBA for the music!

ABBA Mania is now accepted as the world’s number one touring ABBA tribute production.

Featuring a special concert presentation, which celebrates the music of ABBA in a respectful and enjoyable way, reviving special memories of when ABBA ruled the airwaves.

ABBA Mania brings ABBA fans old and new a night not to be missed. If you’re looking for an excuse to party, reminisce or simply be entertained by the best music ever, then ABBA Mania is for you!

So dig out those platforms, dust down those flares, join in and enjoy all of your favourites including: Mamma Mia, Voulez Vous, Dancing Queen, Winner Takes It All, Super Trouper and many more.

Tue 27 FEB- Sat 3 MAR The Rat Pack – Live From Las Vegas The Pack is back and this time, they are bringing Ella Fitzgerald!

The Rat Pack Live from Las Vegas sends you back in time to the glamorous, golden era of 1950s Las Vegas, when Frank Sinatra, Sammy Davis Junior and Dean Martin joined forces and become the hottest ticket in town at the famous Sands Hotel.

Join us in reimagining a night at the Sands with Frank, Sammy and Dean plus very special guest Ella Fitzgerald, the sensational Burelli Sisters and a stunning big band.

Hit follows hit including pack favourites The Lady is a Tramp, Mr Bojangles, That’s Amore, I’ve Got You Under My Skin, What Kind of Fool Am I, Volare, My Way, Everybody Loves Somebody, Night and Day, S’Wonderful, Mack The Knife and many more.

If you wish you’d swung with the hardest partying pack in town, now’s your chance!

Mon 5 – Sat 10 MAR 2018 Blood Brothers Written by Willy Russell, the legendary Blood Brothers tells the captivating and moving tale of twins who, separated at birth, grow up on opposite sides of the tracks, only to meet again with fateful consequences.

Few musicals have received quite such acclaim as the multi-award winning Blood Brothers. Bill Kenwright’s production surpassed 10,000 performances in London’s West End, one of only three musicals ever to achieve that milestone. It has been affectionately christened the ‘Standing Ovation Musical’, as inevitably it “brings the audience cheering to its feet and roaring its approval” (The Daily Mail).

Lyn Paul returns to the iconic role she has played many times in the West End, in fact she was the show’s final Mrs Johnstone when it closed at The Phoenix Theatre in 2012. Lyn also starred in Bill Kenwright’s tour of Cabaret with Will Young in 2013 and rose to fame as a member of the pop group New Seekers whose numerous number one hits include ‘I’d Like to Teach the World to Sing’ which sold over 20 million copies.

The superb score includes Bright New Day, Marilyn Monroe and the emotionally charged hit Tell Me It’s Not True.

Mon 12 – Sat 17 MAR 2018 Hairspray The smash hit musical comedy Hairspray is coming to venues across the UK with a production guaranteed to have you dancing the night away!

It’s Baltimore, 1962 where Tracy Turnblad, a big girl with big hair and an even bigger heart, is on a mission to follow her dreams and dance her way onto national TV. Tracy’s audition makes her a local star and soon she is using her new-found fame to fight for equality, bagging local heartthrob Link Larkin along the way!

Featuring the hit songs Welcome To The 60s, You Can’t Stop The Beat, The Nicest Kids in Town and many more.

Don’t miss this irresistible feel-good show that will have you smiling for days – let your hair down and book now!

Tue 20 MAR 2018 Russian State Ballet of Siberia’s Romeo and Juliet Shakespeare’s tale of primal passion and timeless tragedy is brought to life by Prokofiev’s soaring score, set in bustling Renaissance Verona and with an emotionally charged choreography that befits the world’s greatest love story. From the grandeur of the masked ball to the intimacy of the lovers’ balcony, this star-crossed story of duels, bitter family feuds and love that cannot be, is unmissable.

Wed 21 MAR 2018 Russian State Ballet of Siberia’s Cinderella The world’s favourite rags to riches fairy-tale where dreams can come true is a magical mix of Prokofiev’s energetic score, lively choreography and colourful costumes. Whilst her mad/bad stepmother and her ill-mannered daughters prepare for the Royal Ball, graceful Cinderella can only dream of dancing with the dashing Prince. Later that evening, her rags become a glittering gown and she is swept magically to the Ball. From that very moment the Prince is smitten, midnight strikes and one lost crystal slipper later, he must now embark on a journey to find his lost love….

Formed in 1981, the Russian State Ballet of Siberia has quickly established itself as one of Russia’s leading ballet companies and has built an international reputation for delivering performances of outstanding quality and unusual depth. The soloists and corps de ballet are superb, and never fail to delight audiences with their breathtaking physical ability and dazzling costumes.

Sergei Bobrov Artistic Director Anatoly Tchepurnoi Music Director and Chief Conductor

Thu 22 MAR 2018 Russian State Ballet of Siberia’s Snow Maiden Protected from the outside world by Father Frost, the exquisite Snow Maiden plays innocently amongst the dancing snowflakes in the enchanted Land of Frost. Based on a traditional folk-tale, set in the snow covered landscape of rural Russia, this seasonal sparkler follows the Snow Maiden as she dances into the human world. Captivated by the colourful village and the people who live there, she ventures too far and is swept up by feelings of love, temptation and betrayal. When finally she surrenders herself completely and warms to love, her heart melts in a tragic embrace.

Sergei Bobrov Artistic Director Anatoly Tchepurnoi Music Director and Chief Conductor

Fri 23 – Sat 24 MAR 2018 Russian State Ballet of Siberia’s Swan Lake The greatest romantic ballet of all time is brought to life by Tchaikovsky’s haunting and unforgettable score. From the impressive splendour of the Palace ballroom to the moon-lit lake where swans glide in perfect formation, this compelling tale of tragic romance has it all. From Odile, the temptress in black tulle as she seduces the Prince by spinning with captivating precision to the spellbound purity of the swan queen, Odette as she flutters with emotional intensity, the dual role of Odette/Odile is one of ballet’s most unmissable technical challenges.

Sun 25 MAR 2018 Girls Night Oot! Join the girls on a hen night that you won’t forget with a smash hit retro soundtrack… Songs from 60’s,70’s, 80’s, 90’s and Now!

To prepare for a marriage all a girl needs are her friends and a guid old hen night! Banterous, Balshy and Bootyliciously good fun, songs include Hot Stuff, Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, I’m Every Woman and many more!

Starring Donna Hazelton (Chicago), Natalie Tulloch (The Steamie), Lauren Ellis-Steele (Wicked) and Alison Rona Cleland (Legally Blonde).

Thu 29 MAR 2018 Ellen Kent’s La Traviata Opera & Ballet International proudly presents an Ellen Kent production with international soloists, highly-praised chorus and full orchestra Verdi La Traviata Starring Maria Tonina and Alyona Kistenyova The love story that gripped Paris

Fri 30 – Sat 31 MAR 2018 Ellen Kent: Madama Butterfly One of the world’s most popular operas, Puccini’s Madama Butterfly tells the heart-breaking story of the beautiful young Japanese girl who falls in love with an American naval lieutenant – with dramatic results. Highlights include the melodic Humming Chorus, the moving aria One Fine Day and the unforgettable Love Duet.

Tue 3 – Sat 7 APR 2018 Crazy For You High energy, high kicking and gloriously glamorous, the acclaimed Watermill Theatre production of Crazy for You is the ultimate feel-good musical. Strictly Come Dancing winner Tom Chambers and West End & TV star Claire Sweeney appear in this multi-award winning, romantic comedy, with Charlotte Wakefield as ‘Polly’ (Sound of Music, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang), it features a fabulous score from the Gershwin brothers’ songbook.

Tue 10 APR 2018 Russell Brand – Re:Birth Following a series of sold-out preview shows, Russell Brand is coming to a venue near you as part of his new stand-up tour of the UK and Ireland.

Wed 11 APR 2018 Motown’s Greatest Hits: How Sweet It Is The ultimate celebration of the sweet sound of MOTOWN is back!

This stunning 100% live show combine’s first class music together with slick choreography, and an amazing band. Truly outstanding, the best MOTOWN experience you will ever have!…

Thu 12 APR 2018 Roy Orbison – In Dreams – The Hologram UK Tour Roy Orbison wrote and performed a catalogue of hit songs including Oh Pretty Woman, Only The Lonely, I Drove All Night, Dream Baby, Crying, You Got It, Blue Bayou, Running Scared, In Dreams, It’s Over and many more….

Fri 13 APR 2018 The Chicago Blues Brothers Back with a brand new production for 2017 with an all new elaborate stage set the Chicago Blues Brothers are taking you back to 1980 to finish the concert at the Palace ballroom hotel. This show is a powerhouse two-hour song-fest with over 40 hits performed live on stage in the concert that never finished.

Infectious, dazzling, riotous, exuberant and spirited, the legacy of Jake and Elwood has been jump-started for a new generation with an energy that’s impossible to resist. The Chicago Blues Brothers are on a mission once again – in a high-octane, on-stage party you can’t afford to miss….

Sat 14 APR 2018 That’ll Be the Day The UK’s premier Rock & Roll production That’ll Be The Day returns with another brand new show!

Highly acclaimed for its stunning LIVE entertainment value, That’ll Be The Day is an outstanding celebration for all true fans of the golden era of popular music.

This latest production features a fantastic new-line-up of smash hits spanning the 50s, 60s, 70s & 80s, plus more side-splitting comic sketches, all performed live on-stage!

Mon 16 – Tue 17 APR 2018 Gary Barlow Gary Barlow will embark on a solo tour of the UK kicking off in April 2018, playing 33 dates in 24 intimate venues. The tour will see Gary play intimate venues across the UK and Ireland including some never visited before. The last time Gary played a string of venues this size, demand was so high he could have sold certain venues out six times over!

Wed 18 APR 2018 My Dad Wrote A Porno Live Hear the hilarious My Dad Wrote A Porno live as the team behind the smash hit podcast take their sell-out show ON TOUR….

Thu 19 – Sun 22 APR 2018 Fat Friends – The Musical Starring Scotland’s favourite musical star Elaine C Smith, the hit TV show Fat Friends from award-winning national treasure Kay Mellor (creator of Band of Gold, The Syndicate and In The Club) is bursting onto the stage in a brand new musical, with original music by Nick Lloyd Webber.

An All-Star cast joins Elaine, including West End favourite and winner of the BBC’s I’d Do Anything, Jodie Prenger, star of Emmerdale and Wicked Natalie Anderson and Coronation Street legend Kevin Kennedy. Fat Friends The Musical is a feel-good night out for every body and is set to be a HUGE hit!

Thu 26 APR 2018 Sheridan Smith Cuffe & Taylor By Arrangement Of Coda Presents…Sheridan In Concert. BAFTA and Olivier Award winning performer Sheridan Smith embarks on her debut UK tour, following the release of her brand new self-titled album, Sheridan. Previously starring in Funny Girl and Legally Blonde, Sheridan is no stranger to the Stage. Touring some of the UK’s most prestigious theatres through April 2018; the tour will be coming to us on 26 April 2018.

Fri 27 – Sat 28 APR 2018 Faulty Towers Dining Experience This globe-trotting show featuring Basil, Sybil and Manuel continues its London West End residency throughout 2014, as it continues also to tour the UK. This is the same show that swings a sold-out sign at shows from Canada to Sydney Opera House….

Thu 3 MAY 2018 Jason Manford – Muddle Class He’s back! It’s been a busy few years for Jason Manford since his last smash-hit stand up show but fans of his Absolute Radio show will know this nationally acclaimed comedian hasn’t changed a bit. Muddle Class promises to feature a wealth of new material about Jason growing up ‘working class’ then finding, over the years, that part of him has become ‘middle class’ – causing much confusion! Delivered with Jason’s amiable charm and captivating wit, this is a show not to be missed….

Fri 4 MAY 2018 The Carpenters Story This highly acclaimed concert-style production continues to captivate audiences across the UK with its spectacular re-creation of the classic songbook that made The Carpenters a legend in the world of popular music….

Sat 5 MAY 2018 The Illegal Eagles The World’s Official No.1 Eagles tribute returns in 2018 for another outstanding show promising more of their trademark musical prowess, acute attention to detail, and incredible showmanship.

This phenomenal group of musicians have been touring for over two decades and remain true Eagles fanatics! Their longevity and continued international acclaim are due in no small part to their extraordinary mastery of the Eagles’ distinctive sound….

Tue 8 MAY 2018 – 9 JUN 2018 Wicked (UK Tour) Winner of over 100 international awards, Wicked has been casting its magical spell across the world for over a decade and continues to break records at London’s Apollo Victoria Theatre, where it is already the 15th longest running show in West End theatre history.

An ingenious and witty re-imagining of the stories and characters created by L. Frank Baum in ‘The Wonderful Wizard of Oz’, Wicked tells the incredible untold story of an unlikely but profound friendship between two young women who first meet as sorcery students. Their extraordinary adventures in Oz will ultimately see them fulfil their destinies as Glinda The Good and the Wicked Witch of the West.

This multi record-breaking production, acclaimed as ‘the ultimate Broadway experience for theatre audiences all over the UK’ (Northern Echo), flies back for a return engagement complete with all the spectacle and magic that make this spellbinding show an unforgettable experience for audiences of all ages.

Cast includes Amy Ross (Elphaba), Helen Woolf (Glinda), Aaron Sidwell (Fiyero), Steven Pinder (The Wizard and Doctor Dillamond), Kim Ismay (Madame Morrible), Emily Shaw (Nessarose) and Iddon Jones (Boq).

Tue 12 – Sat 16 JUN 2018 Titanic The Musical n the final hours of 14th April 1912 the RMS Titanic, on her maiden voyage from Southampton to New York, collided with an iceberg and ‘the unsinkable ship’ slowly sank. It was one of the most tragic disasters of the 20th Century. 1517 men, women and children lost their lives.

Based on real people aboard the most legendary ship in the world, Titanic The Musical is a stunning and stirring production focusing on the hopes, dreams and aspirations of her passengers who each boarded with stories and personal ambitions of their own. All innocently unaware of the fate awaiting them, the Third Class immigrants dream of a better life in America, the Second Class imagine they too can join the lifestyles of the rich and famous, whilst the millionaire Barons of the First Class anticipate legacies lasting forever.

With music and lyrics by Maury Yeston and a book by Peter Stone (Woman of the Year and 1776), the pair have collectively won an Academy Award, an Emmy Award, an Olivier Award and three Tony Awards. The original Broadway production of Titanic The Musical won five Tony Awards including Best Musical, Best Score and Best Book. This brilliant new production direct from London won sweeping critical acclaim across the board.

Tue 19 – Sat 23 JUN 2018 Summer Holiday In 1963 Cliff Richard and the Shadows took off on a joyous jaunt across Europe in a Routemaster bus in the film Summer Holiday.

Now this iconic film is a feel-good stage musical with Don and his fellow London Transport bus mechanics journeying through Paris, the Alps, Italy and then Greece, along the way picking up a girl group in a clapped-out Morris Minor and a young American pop star on the run from her domineering mother!

This hit-filled musical includes classics such as In the Country, Summer Holiday, Travellin’ Light, Bachelor Boy, Move It, Living Doll, The Young Ones and On the Beach.

Star casting to be announced soon!

Fri 29 JUN 2018 The Waterboys

Mon 2 – Sat 7 JUL 2018 An Officer and a Gentleman The Musical The world premiere of a brand new musical that will simply sweep you off your feet! An Officer and a Gentleman is based on the Oscar-winning film starring Richard Gere. Its feel-good soundtrack includes the hit song from the movie Up Where We Belong along with many 80s classic anthems including Girls Just Want to Have Fun, Material Girl, Don’t Cry Out Loud and Alone.

Zack Mayo is in training to become a US Navy Pilot. When he rolls into boot camp with a bit too much of a swagger, drill Sergeant Foley doesn’t make life easy for him. When he falls for local girl Paula Pokrifki and tragedy befalls his friend and fellow candidate, Zack realises the importance of love and friendship and finds the courage to be himself and win the heart of the woman he loves. It’s only then he can truly become an Officer and a Gentleman.

With direction by Nikolai Foster (Artistic Director Curve, Annie, Calamity Jane), choreography by Kate Prince (Into The Hoods, ZooNation) and musical supervision by Tony Award-winning Sarah Travis (Sweeney Todd, Sister Act), this inspiring, breathtakingly romantic musical celebrates triumph over adversity and features one of the most iconic romantic scenes ever portrayed on screen. Let Love Lift You Up where you belong!

Tue 10 – Sat 14 JUL 2018 THE BAND: Take That’s New Musical Written by award winning writer Tim Firth, The Band is a beautiful story for anyone who grew up with a boyband and how those songs became the soundtrack to their lives.

For five 16 year old girls in 1992, the band is everything. 25 years on, we are reunited with this group of friends as they try once more to fulfil their dream of meeting their heroes.

Featuring the music of Take That, Britain’s most successful boyband of all time, whose songs include Never Forget, Back For Good, A Million Love Songs, Greatest Day, The Flood, Relight My Fire, Shine & Rule the World and starring the winners from the BBC’s Let it Shine, Five to Five.

The Band is now the fastest selling musical theatre tour of all time. Don’t miss your chance to see this breathtaking brand new production first before it hits London’s West End.

Sun 9 SEP 2018 Dave Gorman – With Great PowerPoint Comes Great ResponsibilityPoint Dave Gorman, the man behind Dave TV’s hit show Modern Life Is Goodish as well as Are You Dave Gorman? and Googlewhack Adventure, is back on the road with a brand new live show, With Great PowerPoint Comes Great ResponsibilityPoint.

As the title suggests, he’s bringing his laptop and projector screen with him so expect the ‘King of Powerpoint comedy’ (Guardian) to have more detailed analysis of those parts of life you’ve never stopped to think about before. Hey, not all heroes wear capes. With support from Nick Doody.

Wed 26 – Sun 30 SEP 2018 Kevin Bridges – The Brand New Tour Scotland’s biggest comedy export, Kevin Bridges, is back with his hotly anticipated 2018 tour: Brand New.

Bridges broke box office records when his 2015 tour A Whole Different Story went on sale at the end of 2014, winning awards from Ticketmaster and Ents24 for the Fastest Selling Ticket of the year. The tour saw him sell over 500,000 tickets across 145 dates, including an incredible 16 nights at The Hydro in Glasgow. The Hydro was the perfect place for him to record his most recent DVD, which went onto sell over 300,000 copies; his biggest selling DVD. Now Kevin embarks on his biggest tour to date. Don’t miss his brand new tour.

Tue 2 – Sat 6 OCT 2018 Madagascar – A Musical Adventure Join Alex the Lion, Marty the Zebra, Melman the Giraffe, Gloria the hip hip Hippo and, of course, those hilarious, plotting penguins as they bound onto your stage in the musical adventure of a lifetime. Based on the smash DreamWorks animated motion picture, Madagascar – A Musical Adventure follows all of your favorite crack-a-lackin’ friends as they escape from their home in New York’s Central Park Zoo and find themselves on an unexpected journey to the madcap world of King Julien’s Madagascar….

Mon 10 DEC 2018 – Sat 5 JAN 2019 Kinky Boots Winner of every major Best Musical award, including the 2016 Olivier Award for Best New Musical, ‘London’s hottest musical’ (Smooth Radio) Kinky Boots is touring the UK in 2018!

With songs by Grammy and Tony winning pop icon Cyndi Lauper, direction and choreography by Jerry Mitchell (Legally Blonde, Hairspray) and book by Broadway legend Harvey Fierstein (La Cage Aux Folles), this ‘dazzling, fabulously sassy and uplifting’ (Time Out) musical celebrates a joyous story of Brit grit to high-heeled hit, as it takes you from the factory floor of Northampton to the glamorous catwalks of Milan!

Don’t miss the ‘freshest, most fabulous, feel-good musical of the decade’ (The Hollywood News) as it embarks on its first ever UK tour! It’s the ultimate fun night out for you and your loved ones, so book now and experience the energy, joy and laughter of this dazzling show.

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