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fortheloveoffanfic · 2 years

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Indebted

Donaka Mark x Reader. Requested

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Warnings- SMUT/NSFW, kidnapping, dub-con, degrading language, mentions of vaginal fingering, mentions of masturbation, oral sex(male receiving), mouth f**king, rough sex.

The black, fabric bag over her head had reduced her surroundings to pitch darkness, while the strip of fabric caught between her bruised lips and tied around her head prevented Y/n from doing much more than emitting muffled screams and tired whimpers. Chloroform had burnt her nostrils and she could still feel the sting on her face, only soothed by the warm moisture of her slow tears. The cable ties binding her hands in front of her were cutting into the soft skin at her wrists while the chain around her ankle kept her tethered to what she figured was a post that couldn’t have been more than a foot away.

Y/n had been alone in the room for a while, or at least, she thought she had; she hadn’t heard anyone else for a while, not even footsteps. She’d given up on trying to call for help for a while by then too, after her throat had gone sore and her voice had gone hoarse as a consequence of exertion. That wasn’t how the night was supposed to go, getting snatched out of a night club had been the furthest thing from her mind when she’d practically begged her father to let her and a small group of close friends join him on his business trip to Hong Kong. They were supposed to go to the club, have some drinks, maybe meet some guys and take them back to the hotel. But Y/n had made the dire mistake of going out to the back of the club to get some air alone, not even realizing that she was being followed.

Leaning against whatever was behind her, Y/n twisted her wrists around in their binding, soft, pained noises escaping her dry throat, and ever so often, when she shifted her leg, she heard the metal chain jingle against the cold floor. The air around her wasn’t necessarily cold, but her skimpy, black, sequence dress didn’t afford her much warmth, leaving her arms, the top of her chest and most of her back and legs exposed to the temperate atmosphere. The floor under her bare legs felt smooth, though not cold enough to be tile and after a while, she’d deduced that she’d been left sitting on finished concrete. The ceiling must have been high and the walls were probably far apart too, because Y/n could have sworn that every sound she made was amplified by subtle echos.

At some point, she’d stopped trying to figure out who’d taken her and why and had started wondering if her friends were looking for her. Had they told her father? If they had, he must have been beside himself with worry- it had been just the two of them since she was a kid and he’d hated the idea of her going out that night, arguing that she shouldn’t be partying that late in a strange place. Maybe if she’d listened to him, she wouldn’t have been in trouble.

Her fretting against the zip ties continued for a while, though when the sound of deadbolts shifting and then a heavy door creaking open disturbed the silence, Y/n froze. Like every other sound, the person’s steps echoed and she could only tell they were drawing nearer based on the sound of their footfalls. When they stopped, Y/n was almost positive that the person was in front of her, and then a shuffling ensued the bag over her head was ripped off in one, hasty, fluid motion. The sight wasn’t anything like she’d expected though. Y/n had expected an answer; a face.

But there was none.

Or rather, there was one but it was protected by a black mask lacking of any defining features, with only spaces for his dark, burnt-coffee hued eyes. It went menacingly well with his tailored, charcoal suit, though the mouth area didn’t seem to be for any other purpose above aesthetic, though he didn’t seem to be interested in speaking anyway. The man did however, reach out to caress the side of her face, tilting his head slightly to the left as he did. His touch elicited a shudder and Y/n sucked in a breath before trying, and failing, to speak through her gag. Then, after she'd spent a few minutes too many trying to form words around the strip of cotton, he put his pointer to her parted lips in a gesture that was synonymous with ‘shh’.

When Y/n jerked her head away, the act was returned with a slap that filled the quiet and made her right cheek sting. Crying out, she gasped as a fresh wave of moisture rained from her tired, reddened eyes. Heaved breaths racked her chest as Y/n sobbed, and presumably as a punishment for what he’d taken as apparent disrespect, the man put the bag over her head again, once more plunging Y/n into darkness.

When she came to, the bag had been pulled off from over her head again and she'd found that she wasn’t in the empty, concrete walled and floored room any longer. She’d been put to sit in a leather chair in what appeared to be an office, a very nice one with modern decor and expensive furnishings. Dark colors contrasted with rich hints of brown and gold, and Y/n found that she was actually grateful for the dimness of the room so her eyes wouldn’t have too much of a hard time adjusting after what had felt like hours in unending, suffocating blackness.

The the confines of her leather upholstered chair, Y/n’s hands were still bound at the wrists and by then, her ankles had been bonded too, one angle, cut and bruised from the assault of the old chain, tied to the other, unblemished one by a thick, white cable tie. She appeared to be alone, and Y/n was moments away in taking solitude when, from behind her, someone opened the door.

Barefoot, clad in black slacks with a black t-shirt, the man entered with the confidence of a prowling wolf, and while Y/n couldn’t be certain that the man with the mask had been the same one as the one standing before her right now, Y/n found that she did know him. Donaka Mark, the whole reason for her father’s trip to Hong Kong. Y/n had only met him once, and it was very briefly, when he’d joined them at breakfast back at their hotel to talk about a partnership between her father’s company and his. She couldn’t have fathomed why he’d have wanted to kidnap her though; he was her father’s business partner, things had seemingly been going well

Unless they hadn’t, her father had a bad habit of only ever telling Y/n what he decided she needed to know.

“Your father is a smart man. Too smart,” he began, “So he should have known that I’d notice him trying to leave Hong Kong without making good on his end of the deal.”

“Twenty five million dollars is a lot of money,” Donaka added with a hum, “And at first, I told myself that if I took you, he’d give it back to me. You know, an eye for an eye, that kind of thing,” he strode into the room, hands fitted into his pockets as he made his way over to the larger, more imposing chair on the other side of the impressively large desk, “But I think I have a better idea,” he sank into the chair with debonair and ease. “I’m gonna let you repay his debt.”

Y/n’s brows furrowed, and she tried to question Donaka on his meaning, but it was to no avail, she was still gagged. “I’m going to make you an offer, and you can choose to accept. Nod if you understand." Y/n nodded. “Good. I’ll untie you, ungag you,” he gestured casually, “And you can leave, but then first thing tomorrow, a cleaning lady will find your father dead in his hotel room,” Y/n gasped, eyes brimming with tears once more, “Or, when I untie, you can stay here with me, just for one night, and just like that, his debt is all gone,” he enticed.

One night? Just like that? Y/n could admit that she was sheltered, but she would hardly consider herself naive and she knew that when Donaka said ‘just like that’, it was merely a blanket term for something more salacious. She didn’t respond though, and it had less to do with the fact that she actually couldn’t and more to do with the fact that she didn't know what to say. Sure, when she'd first met Donaka, back at the hotel, she'd found him enthralling, and the edge of danger that clung to him only made her imagination run a little wilder, but Y/n would have never thought, not in a million years, that she'd be asked to sell herself like that. Use her body to repay a debt that wasn't her own.

She watched closely as Donaka rose from his seat, collecting a silver pair of scissors from a drawer before coming over to where she was sitting. In a series of fluid motions, he gave the chair a tug and shifted it so she'd face him, proceeding to take a knee in front of her right before easily cutting the ties. The gag was the last thing to go, and too scared to produce even a peep, Y/n met his gaze with fear brimming hers.

"Well," he stood, dusting off his thighs with emphasis, "Its up to you now."

She stood in front of the mirror, wrapped in a silk, crimson hued dressing gown with delicate, lace trim at the thigh length hem and around the sleeves. Nerves like acid coursed through her veins and Y/n couldn't help but feel a little dirty. With absolute certainty, she'd probably be disgusted with herself for the rest of her life. She'd put a price on her body, a twenty-five-million-dollar tag.

It didn't matter how alluring she found Donaka, or how initially thrilling his darkness was, doing what she was about to was downright shameful. But it was not without good reason, at least she had that comfort; even if he’d given her a choice, she didn’t really have one. It was the right thing to do, the only thing she could do. At least he’d given her some time to clean up, allowed her the opportunity to preserve some of her dignity.

With a shudder, she gave her reflection in the bathroom mirror one last, sweeping glace, fixing her hair and adjusting the shoulders on the robe. Sucking in a breath, Y/n assumed her bravest face and gravitated to the door, taking the cool, crystal knob in her hand and turning gently. From the minute it was opened, it was almost as if her soul had vacated her being, and Y/n was working purely on muscle memory and instinct. She had become a spectator in her own life, standing by as she pushed herself to commit acts that weren't necessarily on her own volition.

Sometimes, the answer came before the choice.

Upon entering the large, stylishly minimal bedroom, Y/n immediately felt Donaka’s eyes rove over her sparsely clad frame, the feeling raising goosebumps along her silken skin. “Open the robe,” he ordered coldly, and in one clumsy motion, she tugged on the tie, letting the bow fall open, revealing her unclad frame underneath. “Beautiful,” he mumbled, “Just like I thought.”

Still dressed in his t-shirt and slacks, Donaka stood from a spot on the king sized bed, adorned with dark, gothic sheets. With a devious smirk, he approached her, touching her bruised cheek in a backhanded caress. “Tell me you want this,” he urged, clouding her judgment as he stepped closer. The power he wielded, it was intoxicating, she’d always liked a man who could take what he wanted.

“I want this,” Y/n submitted, the tremor in her voice making her feel small and vulnerable.

“I know you do,” he whispered, one hand gripping her hip while the other inched lower, skimming her arm before grazing a pebbled nipple. “Beg for it, beg me to fuck you,” he pressed, kissing the corner of her mouth, just as his hand dipped lower, cupping her cunt, the gesture stealing her breath in a sharp gasp, “I said beg for it, bitch.” Donaka squeezed her hip.

“Please,” Y/n pleaded in a quivering whimper, “Please, I want you. I need you,” she crooned.

Donaka flashed her a wide, wicked grin that almost made her blood run cold, “Very good,” he praised, and when his thumb invaded her folds, pressing down on her cilt, Y/n all but melted into his broad chest. “This wouldn’t be much fun if you didn’t want this, would it?” His breath was hot against her ear, and he sealed them with a lingering peck near her lobe.

As his finger circled the swollen bundle of nerves, Y/n’s toes curled and she felt her arousal being spread around by his hand. She couldn’t tell if she still hated it, her mind knew it was vile, but her body said otherwise; she wanted him, part of her really did. “Please,” the plea escaped her lips in a sudden gasp when Donaka’s middle finger slipped into her core.

“I want to feel your mouth on my cock,” he disclosed, fucking her with his fingers, reducing her legs to jelly, “Your pretty little mouth,” he swiped a chaste kiss off her lips, “I’m gonna fuck your mouth, bitch,” he sped up his ministrations, bring her close to tipping over the edge before swiftly removing his fingers. “Get down on your knees.”

Frustrated, Y/n dropped to the floor, knees unceremoniously hitting the marble tile with a soft thump. Shaking hands rose to the button and zipper of his pants, undoing them with unsteady movements and as she did, Donaka brushed her hair away from her face in a gentle movement. At that point, she was woefully surprised by his touches, they felt like a calm before the storm, gentle but with malicious connotations.

Exhaling softly, Y/n tugged his pants and boxers down, unwittingly salivating at the sight of his impressive cock springing free; erect with a drizzle of precum leaking from its rosy tip. “Open your mouth,” he snarled suddenly, harshly tugging on her hair, and eliciting a surprised yelp, Y/n followed direction. His length filled her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, causing her to gag. Wrapping her hair tightly around his fist, Donaka held Y/n’s head in place, rolling his hips aggressively; pulling out near completely before driving his length into her agape mouth again.

Her cheeks were hollowed out and Y/n was having a hard time catching her breath, but still, a rush of arousal had pooled in her center, making her thighs warm and silky when she pressed them together. With one hand, she grabbed his thigh, sinking her nails into his skin and keeping herself steady, while the other reached between her legs, tips of her fingers brushing her longing.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good,” he growled, low and primal, hitting the back of her throat more often than not. When her teeth grazed his shaft, Donaka hissed, jerking his hips violently in appreciation. “You’re fucking gorgeous like this, you were meant to be a little slut,” he snared. Y/n moaned around him, eventually struggling against his grip to match his pace as she pleasured herself, her fingers hardly enough to get her off.

Grinding on her fingers, Y/n, now eager to taste him fought against his hand, though, just as she felt the tension in his thigh, Donaka ripped himself away from her mouth, pulling her up by her hair suddenly, her hand consequently falling away from her eager center. “I’m not done with you yet,” he grabbed her face roughly in his hands, pressing his lips to hers in a fervent kiss, laced with unchecked passion and untamed aggression. Pushing the robe off her shoulders, paying no mind to it as it billowed to the floor, he hastily guided her to the bed, pushing her to the made surface.

Without much consideration to where his clothes fell, Donaka stripped himself before joining Y/n on the bed, climbing over her. “You’re like a doll,” he grunted with a chuckle as he grabbed her legs, angling them so her ass was slightly elevated. “A sexy fuck doll,” he added, smacking the flesh, the sting resulting in a stunned yelp, "I've been thinking about this since the minute we met."

Her face was buried in the sheets and so when Donaka sheathed himself inside of her drenched pussy, not affording Y/n a moment to adjust to his girth before striking up a pattern of aggressive thrusts, she cried out salaciously. In a death grip, he held onto her hips as he drilled into her and with every aggressive jerk of his expert hips, a lewd groan broke from her dry lips.

Vaguely, Y/n was aware that it should not have felt that good; he was using her as something of a pawn in his game, defaming her. But he was so good at it. His touch had electrified her nerves and the friction of his throbbing veins against her sensitive walls threatened to push Y/n further towards climax.

“Fuck,” Donaka grunted, one had deserting her hip and once more reaching to tangle in her hair, “Tell me how good feels,” he groaned, drilling into her sore cunt.

“It-oh!” Her broken words reverberated off the high walls, “It feels so….so fucking good!” She screamed, throat dry and exertion beading on their skin, “Fuck! Faster!” She cried, raw, carnal desire racking her body and sustaining her.

Without word or question, Donaka sped up, letting her hair go and instead reached to her front to roughly grab her left breast, kneading harshly. Their position left her back feeling contorted, though, much to rapt in the euphoria of it all, Y/n barely paid any mind, instead grabbing fistful of the sheets as she once again neared her tipping point.

“I’m- I'm gonna…..” The words came only in breathless bursts and coherence had long deserted the room. Without further warning, ecstasy, in busts of vibrant color behind her shut lids, overtook Y/n. Consuming her completely. Her skin felt hot, his fingers on them searing, and the gush drenching their thighs and prompting a slick, repetitive sound as he rode through her explosive orgasm felt like physical gratification manifested. Drunken obscenities were muffled into the bed as Y/n clenched around Donaka’s cock, resulting in an unmatched tightness and incomparable friction.

Y/n’s legs had barely stopped quaking and her boneless limbs were still weak when Donaka’s release followed soon after. Thick, generous threads of milky white product mingled with her own, the bursts against her sore walls causing a series of erotic noises to leave her throat. “Fuck!” Donaka managed through bared teeth, slamming into her with slower rigid movements. They were painful, almost assaulting and still, Y/n enjoyed them until the very moment they stopped, a resounding moan signaling the ache of contentedness filling the room as he eventually pulled out, collapsing next to her and rolling onto his back.

Heavy, deep breaths controlled the exaggerated rise and fall of her chest as Y/n went limp and as sense was slowly reintroduced, so was shame. Shame because she’d just given herself up to her own kidnapper, shame because she’d given in so easily. Shame because she’d enjoyed it so much. With the shame came the slow trickle of salty tears, leaking onto the messy sheets.

“See,” Donaka chuckled darkly beside her, and with Y/n's face still turned towards the dresser against the wall, she couldn’t see the smug, joyless grin taunting his handsome features, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” She didn’t respond, and sensing her distress, he added some cold comfort, “You should be proud,” she felt him shift on the bed, and when his fingers started trailing up and sown her spine, she had to bite the inside of her mouth, “I blew twenty five million dollars to fuck you,” his next words were closer to her ear, his heat stirring a confusing feeling in the pit of her stomach, “And I’d do it again.”

Y/n was well aware that it shouldn’t have, but somehow, she was proud as he'd suggested, morbidly empowered even. In fact, part of her knew that for certain, she’d offer herself up again, for free, just because she enjoyed it, and because he had used her as some kind of trophy, “Why just one night?” She rasped, curious.

“Because,” Donaka explained softly, apathy weighing down his tone, “I know you’ll be back for more.”

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ladyreapermc · 3 years

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Fic: Stress Relief (Donaka x fem!reader)

Summary: Donaka is stressed and it’s your job to help him relax.

Pairing: Donaka x Fem!Reader

Author’s notes: is this me posting filth again? Why, yes, it is! Enjoy because I have no idea how long this will last. LOL

Wordcount: 2688

Warnings: smut (oral m!receiving; fingering). Powerplay; degradation kink; edging, overstimulation; choking.

Most of your days you spent doing whatever you wanted because you had no worries, not financially or of any type. You were free to hang out with friends, travel, party, and do whatever you wanted.

There were only two rules: you needed to be available to him whenever he called, be it in person or through the camera. And you were exclusively his. No one was allowed to touch you unless he said so. Those two rules were easy enough to follow when it meant having everything you ever dreamt of and more.

That day, you had been in your apartment reading when the message came in, making the smartwatch around your wrist vibrate:

Zen space. Lilac. NOW.

You had no idea what had happened and you preferred to remain blissfully ignorant of Donaka’s business, but you recognize that tone, even through text. He was stressed and furious and it was your job to help him relax.

Wasting no time, you set your book aside and headed to your bedroom, considering for a second if you should take a quick shower first, make sure your skin was silky soft and scented just like he preferred, but decided against it. Making Donaka wait was never an option so you just changed into the requested lingerie.

It was a pale lavender babydoll, with a lace front that revealed almost every inch of your body and tiny panties that barely covered your sex. You also put on the diamond choker he had gifted you even though he hadn’t explicitly asked for it, before taking the private lift that took you straight to his loft on the floor above.

The elevator opened in his home office and you noticed the room was dimly lit, the wall of screens was on standby offering a soft blue glow. The black leather couch was empty as you expected so you turned your attention to the left corner of the room, his Zen space, where he went to meditate or cool off.

Donaka was sitting on the glass bench, back turned to the rest of the room and facing the wall of concentric circles, his bare feet resting on the platform that separated the smooth and polished dark floor from the finely grated white sand. His hands rested on his spread knees and there was a slight hunch on his shoulders, the weight of his stress.

By his feet, in front of him, laid a thin pillow to protect your skin from the unforgiving sand and you were glad for it. You would, of course, kneel on it and endure the grains digging into your skin if that was what Donaka wanted but he didn’t get off on pain. Not yours at least.

You moved towards him in silence, resisting the urge to brush your fingers over his broad shoulders and back, before kneeling in front of him, sitting on your heels and looking up at the man that gave you everything and owned your heart.

His eyes pinned you in place and made your breath hitch. Cold fury clouded the brown orbs and his lips were pressed together tightly, jaw clenched tight. The sight made your body shudder with want and you pressed your thighs together.

There was something so arousing about seeing Donaka this enraged. Seeing the violence in his eyes and knowing that it would take him barely any effort to snap you in half or choke the life out of you. The knowledge that he was the kind of man that killed without even blinking but for some reason, he chose never to harm you. Most of the time, Donaka chose tender caresses and measured touches designed to bring you the kind of ecstasy that you had never experienced before.

Today his fingers trailed against your cheek in a featherlike touch, his thumb brushing over your lips, and at the faintest pressure, you parted them, letting the thick digit enter your mouth. You swirled your tongue around it before sucking greedily just as you wanted to do to another part of his body.

You watched his eyes darkening as you hollowed your cheeks and pulled more of his thumb into your mouth and moaned under your breath at the knot building between your legs, making your core pulse and dampening your panties.

Donaka’s other hand reached for the button and zipper of his trousers, releasing his half-hard cock from its confinements. He pulled his thumb free from your mouth, palm cradling your nape before he nudged your forward.

You licked your lips and inched closer, mouth salivating at the treat in front of you. You want his long, thick cock in your mouth. You wanted to feel it fully hardening between your lips, under your talented tongue. You needed to taste his bitter precum, a flavor you were slowly becoming addicted to… but all that could only happen after Donaka’s permission.

Sometimes it would come almost immediately. He would push you down his hard shaft, making you gag on it, fucking your mouth with abandon and using you like you were worth little more than your holes. In those days, he would come all over your face, zip himself up, and leave you to take care of yourself.

However, on days like today, when he was tense and furious with whatever had bothered him at work, he preferred to drag it out. To make you work for it, sometimes even beg to have his cock in your mouth. When he finally allowed it, Donaka would fuck your mouth oh so slowly, pushing deeper and deeper, until tears started to spring in your eyes, spit ran down your chin and your juices soaked your panties in such a way that all you and he could smell was the scent of your desperate arousal.

“What do you want?” He asked and his low and throaty voice sent shivers down your spine.

“Your cock, sir.” You whispered, peering at him from under your lashes. “Will you fuck my mouth, please? Make me choke on it?”

There was a barely-there twist in the corners of his mouth and your heart leaped in your chest. How you loved to make him feel good. It was like a drug.

“Such a good girl,” Donaka said, his thumb caressing your jaw. “My little cockslut.”

“Yes, sir,” you all but whimpered, pressing your thighs together once again because your cunt throbbed and you had never in your life thought you would get this turned on by being used like this, but by God, his words made you shudder with desire, body hot and ready for anything that Donaka was willing to give you.

With his hand still on your nape, controlling your pace, he nudged you forward once more, holding his cock with his free hand and letting the tip rub against your wanting lips. Donaka wasn’t one for much noise, but there was a slight hitch on his breath that told you he was enjoying the soft, almost ghost-like touch on the sensitive and swollen head of his member.

Your lips parted a little, letting your tongue brush against the velvety head and Donaka sucked in a deep breath, especially when the tip of your tongue probed against his slit, bringing forth a pearly white drop of his precum and making him harden fully.

God, your cunt ached in need to be filled but you knew you couldn’t touch yourself. Not until he allowed and that wouldn’t happen anytime soon. Not until he had his release and part of you wanted to just suck him fully into your mouth, end this torturous teasing. Even if it meant a serious punishment later (or maybe especially because it would lead to a punishment).

However, the bittersweet pleasure of the edging and denial was like a drug too, making your orgasm be nearly blinding so you hanged on, gathering every little bit of patience you could find so you could continue to just lick the tip like a lollipop that you wanted to last forever.

After a few more moments of that painfully slow game, Donaka’s grip on your nape tightened, his blunt nails digging lightly against your skin, and you knew he was ready for more. You met his dark gaze, eyes hooded with pleasure lips parted in a soft pant as he watched you and he didn’t even need to tell you what to do.

“Sir, may I suck you now, please?” you pouted and kissed the head of cock for good measure, batting your lashes like a needy child and Donaka smirked.

“Yes, angel, you may.”

You didn’t need to be told twice and engulfed the thick and hard shaft into your mouth, whimpering at the burst of flavor on your tongue as he let out a small grunt of pleasure, his shoulders finally relaxing as he tilted his head back and just enjoyed your work.

You pushed him deeper into your mouth until your nose was almost pressing against the thick dark curls surrounding his member. The open fly of his dress pants scratching your chin as you hollowed your cheeks and hummed. Donaka cursed low and grunted, his hips raising lightly, driving even deeper, and you gagged, tears burning your eyes. Your clit was almost painfully swollen and each rub of the lace of your panties was torture. You needed just a little bit of…

“Take your hand off that cunt, angel.”

You had no idea how he knew. His head was still tilted back, eyes nearly closed but you didn’t dare to disobey a direct command. With a pitiful whimper and one last flick on your needy clit, you pulled your hand away, crossing them behind your back and Donaka’s smirked.

“That’s better.” He looked back at you, tugging you away until his cock slipped from your lips with a pop, and you gulped a breath. “No one ever taught you that you shouldn’t touch what doesn’t belong to you without permission?”

You said nothing because you didn’t have an answer to that.

“And to whom that little pussy belongs, angel?”

“You, sir.” Your voice was small and raspy from the abuse on your throat.

“Exactly.”

He petted your cheek once, before pushing you back toward his cock, and dutifully, you took him into your mouth again, letting your jaw slack so his shaft could slip in and out as he guided you to bob your head at a faster pace. His cock pulsed against your lips, and you could tell he was close. Soon enough, Donaka’s hot cum would be coating your tongue and you couldn’t wait. You were desperate for it.

Before him, you had never allowed a guy to cum in your mouth. Then again, before Donaka, the was plenty you didn’t let men do to you. He changed your life, and you knew you would never be able to go back.

His grip on you tightened again as he pulled you closer until your nose was buried against his pubes and you forced yourself to relax as best as you could as he let out a final grunt and pumped his cum down your throat.

The hot and sticky ribbons making you gag again and tears run down your cheeks as you blubbered and squeezed your wrists to hold them still. Only when he was completely spent, Donaka let you pull back, his cock slipping from your mouth, glistening with your spit and his cum as you coughed and gasped for much-needed air.

He only allowed you a moment, before he was forcing to sit on his thigh, your trembling legs spread as he pushed your panties aside and glided his long fingers over your soaked hairs and sensitive lips.

“My dirty little cockslut is this wet from sucking me,” he mocked with a biting tone, and you whimpered. “Do you want to cum, angel?”

“Yes, please, sir.”

His fingers rubbed over your clit, making you gasp and whine, the pleasure overwhelming to the point of hurting but you still thrust your hips up, seeking more.

“Please…” you were almost crying now, desperate for it. Exactly like Donaka like it. “Please, please, please. Oh God, please…”

Thick and fat tears ran down your cheeks and the same hand that had been around your nape, came to your throat, surrounding the choker and forcing you to tilt your face enough so he could lick away your tears and his two fingers finally entered you.

Your cries were high-pitched and needy as Donaka fingered you hard and fast, the heel of his large palm slapping your clit as he curled his digits and the hand on your throat tightened in just the right way.

Your climax hit you like a storm, lighting up every single one of your nerve-ends. Your vision darkened, your body tensed, your back arched and a wild moan tore from your throat as your cunt pulsed and throbbed and you squirted all over his hand and knee.

For a while you were nothing more than a conglomerate of nerves busting with pleasure that seemed to last forever as Donaka continued to thrust his fingers, pressing the rugged wall of your cunt and rubbing your clit, dragging out your bliss until another lightning struck and you came again in what it felt like was just seconds later, but you knew it had to be longer. Time seemed to shorten and stretch at once as you rode his hand, gasping, wheezing, and crying?

You couldn’t tell if that pitiful sound was really coming from your mouth, not when your body was electrified like that, your muscles spasming and feeling like jelly and you had to reach behind yourself for Donaka’s shoulders to hold yourself because surely you would slide to the ground if you didn’t.

And just as the blinding light of your pleasure was starting to dimmish and you thought you would be able to see and feel and talk and breath again, his hand restarted his motions and you cried because it was almost painful now. That sweet, incessant ache that made you seek it, and you could faintly hear sobs and pleas of stop and no more. You couldn’t take another.

“Safeword?” Donaka’s voice sounded clear in your ear, and it was on the tip of your tongue. You knew if it crossed your lips, he would stop, but your vocal cords refused to utter it. “Safeword, angel.”

You pressed your lips together tightly, like a kid with a secret, and shook your head. His lips drew into a pleased smile against your cheek.

“That’s my girl.”

His kiss on your jaw was almost soft and loving before his fingers restarted their dance inside you. Even faster than before and your hips were rocking against it, actively seeking out your third orgasm despite the aching of your abused clit.

Once again, as the climax overtook you, your body went rigid and seized, your vision whited-out and for several blissful moments, that intense pleasure made time fall away, leaving only the most perfect peace and comfort, like slipping into a hot bath after a long day, letting the scented water wash away any hint of tension in your body before you laid in your bed, the duvet and pillows soft like a lover’s caress, welcoming you to an exhausted, dreamless sleep.

When you finally opened your eyes again, after what it felt like just a couple of seconds, you were in your bed, cleaned and tucked tight, the only evidence of your previous activities was the sweet ache between your legs whenever you moved and a deep, sad sigh escaped your lips.

It was always like this: Donaka fucked your brains out, then he would take care of you, clean you up and tuck you in and no matter how much your blissed-out self, begged for it – and you knew you always did – he would never stay. But this was the deal you made. You took whatever he gave you. You didn’t complain and you didn’t demand more.

You couldn’t. Too afraid of losing what little you already had.

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selphiealmasy8 · 4 years

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Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Man of Tai Chi (2013), Extreme Pursuit (2013) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Donaka Mark/Me, Officer Suen Jing-Si & Me Characters: Donaka Mark - Character, Me, Officer Suen Jing-Si, Tiger Chen Linhu Additional Tags: Dark Love Story, Love, Love Stories, Falling In Love, Self-Insert, Self-Indulgent, Dark erotica, Hero/Villain, Abduction, Captivity, Seduction, Difficult Decisions, Freedom, Kidnapping, Spies & Secret Agents, Starvation, Mirrors, Love/Hate, Attraction, Innocence, Loss of Innocence, Corruption, Police, Loneliness, Stockholm Syndrome, Survival, Cat and Mouse, Dark, Redemption, Weakness, Virginity Kink, Virginity, Loss of Virginity, Masks, Getting to Know Each Other, Understanding, Captive, Inspired by Eros and Psyche (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Inspired by Hades and Persephone (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Secret Identity, Identity Reveal, Identity, False Identity, Boss/Employee Relationship, Violence, Dubious Science, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mysticism, Resurrection, Sexual Tension, Supernatural Elements Series: Part 45 of Yes, I Really Am This Pathetic! or A Love Letter to Keanu Reeves Summary:

Trying to help the Hong Kong Police Department catch the resurrected Donaka Mark, I become employed at Security System Alliance only to find myself indeed gaining the interest of my target. For Donaka is a man attracted to innocence, and the urge to corrupt it, and he can easily sense this in me.

However, when Donaka reveals that he was wise to my deception all along, the man imprisons me in a room he has prepared long ago in advance for an experiment he has always desired to test. For if an innocent man can be tempted to sell his soul for survival, will a virgin, likewise, be willing to offer her body for the chance to live and be set free again after she has given in?

Donaka believes he no longer needs to only theorize having found the perfect test subject: Me. Now his seduction attempts and cruelty truly come to the forefront in our game of cat and mouse.

But as the weeks progress and I continue to refuse him to his mounting frustration, I begin to wonder how much longer I can hold on to my ideals and innocence. For to my horror, my body longs to surrender to my captor and I no longer know if I can resist losing my soul to Donaka Mark when I have already lost my heart.

#man of tai chi #donaka mark #donaka #fanfic #fanfiction #het fic #overweight #chubby girl

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homesoutofhuman · 5 years

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Imagine being loved by me- Donaka Mark/Reader

Fanfic trope challenge- 42. The Big Damn Kiss + 84. Married to the Job (Donaka Mark x Reader) requested by @continental-baby - thank you!

Warnings: tiny bit of smut (not as much as normal!), darkish imagery-can I just remind you I’m not saying this is a healthy relationship.

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You don't know how he found you, it was more like a drive-by kidnapping than a romantic meet-cute, except for the fact that he saved you, except that you wanted to be taken.

You were lost and like a cornered animal, a girl had decided to try and take the last thing worth any value to you in the world. In fighting for it, Donaka saw something in you, and offered to train you, give you a place to stay. Promised you a role, promised you meaning. Somehow he knew exactly what to say to make you follow him.

You climbed into that dark car of his with no regrets.

He tried at first, to recapture whatever he’d seen of your potential to fight, but without motivation you had no natural aggression, and feared he would dump you back where he found you. Instead he let you stay, as a kind of unofficial housekeeper, or at least that’s the role you took upon for yourself- cleaning the gloomy, dusty rooms, opening windows in an attempt to bring the light in. Walking with your head down you catch of glimpse of Donaka sitting, his handsome face lit up by the flickering screens. He senses you watching him, closes and locks the door.

Trying to get to know the enigmatic man you question him, about his life, about friends, if he has any lovers. He tells you tersely with a hint of amusement he is married to his job, and you mull over the phrase all night long.

Married to his job, what does he mean by that? That no person can inspire the passion and dedication that his work can? Frustrated, you feel he has put up a wall right where you wish to go and you’re not sure how to get around - not yet at least.

The restlessness increases. The flush of new spring outside, the hormones in your body, something about being constantly caught in a dance with your new found housemate drives you crazy. Donaka dodges and deflects, always on the edge of being close but never quite there. Something deeply buried inside you is howling for him, you long to touch his cruel and impassive face. You’re curious about the body under his starched, supernaturally clean clothes. You never even hear him take a shower or a shit, you start to doubt if the man is even human.

Your fascination broods itself into obsession, and with no other outlet you make your decision. Seeing the light on inside his study you go, like a moth to a flame, walk in despite his protests, sink to your knees at his feet. When you lean in to kiss him you see no questions in his eyes, no surprise, only a slight curiosity to see what you will do next. The first touch of his mouth on yours is gentle, almost chaste as he lets you peck his closed lips, refusing to give up entry quite so simply.

You kiss down his neck, caressing his pale skin with your red mouth and Donaka makes a sound in his throat, crossed between a grunt and growl. He grabs your wrists and holds them tight at your sides. You already know his strength, its impossible to break free. Making the best with what you have you manage to get a couple of his shirt buttons open with your teeth and, nosing the material out of the way, lick his chest, sneaking a sultry look up through your lashes, suggestive and coy.

Rising on your knees to kiss him again, this time is less gentle as Donaka kisses you back with a passion that makes you dizzy. His kiss is confident, skilled, he is toying with you, the way he takes control of your mouth. It feels as if there’s a thread attached to your clit and every touch of his tongue against yours tugs upon it, making you whine into his mouth with shameful want. He nods for you to move onto his lap, finally lets go your wrists so he can knead your breasts in his hands, and if his kisses were a tug, this is a pull as strong as the tide.

Donaka’s eyes turn dark and focused, like a man who spies victory is close but wants his opponent to fight their best, to make the winning all the sweeter. He caresses your cheek with the back of his hand and you sink off his lap again, dip your head, pressing your flushed face to his rapidly stiffening cock. His fingers twine into your hair and press into your skull, as if contemplating your fragility.

“You want to stay here don’t you? You like it here with me, you like the darkness.”

You hear what he doesn’t say: Are you going to leave me?

He can’t get enough at you at first. Where before you would search for him around the house in aimless circles, now he chases you. He’s behind every door when you open it, leaning nonchalantly on kitchen cabinets when you come down to make breakfast, stealing kisses from you, tugging you and pressing you against every available surface. Your skin is littered with his marks. You give up wearing underwear to his delight. You bring him fresh flowers for his room and he doesn't let you up for air all night. When you emerge next morning his thumb prints are on your skin, your eyes shining with infinite satisfaction.

But nothing lasts forever, and as strong as his passion for you arrives it starts to ebb, you find him at his screens again, you hear him on the phone speaking a language you don’t understand. He goes back to training rather than coming to bed.

As a test you spend the whole day inside your own room. Like a spoilt child you miss every meal, laying on your bed and feeding yourself with tears and self-pity and still he never comes, never notices your absence. At midnight you break and move to the kitchen, swing open the fridge door and sit in front of it, determined to stuff yourself with food in your self-destructive spite. You end up with a handful of seeds in your hand from all the fruit you gorge on.

Donaka finds you cross legged there and picks you up, takes you back to his bed, kisses your swollen face, your puffy eyes, cradles you in his arms and for the first time since you met, he smiles at you, kisses you deeply, in a way that feels more honest than before.

Donaka’s sigh of defeat shouldn’t make you smile, but it does. You thought he’d die before giving in to you, but here you are, inching up the hierarchy, determined to be equal to him, and in doing so, pushing his work down just one peg. And you did it through softness, the sweetest stealth he never saw coming.

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a/n there were so many ways I could have gone with this one, but this is how it came out. I was feeling a bit too Hades and Persephone for my own good. I want to write more Donaka, but I need some help for inspiration on his character!

#man of tai chi #donaka mark/reader #donaka mark/you #fanfic trope challenge #i can't sleep so i'm writing this nonsence

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dreamilymagicalhideout · 7 years

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Sprained Ankle

Keanu Reeves You

(I imagine him in Donaka Mark style, but not evil)

Keanu just sat on the bed, you straightening your feet because both of them got sprained. At first, you just sprained one of your feet, but just now you sprained the other one. Your husband, Keanu is the agile one, he played in so many action movies. So injury is not a new thing for him, neither did you, not because you also played in action movie, but because you are too clumsy. That’s why you both match in a way that in a way that is same, but also different.

You got the first sprained feet when you come to Keanu’s Man of Tai Chi movie shoot. You also want to try to be like Everyone in there can do some martial art or a kung fu, you want to try too, so you practice with them, unfortunately you step on something and that make you lose your balance, you try to stand, but it was too hard, you ended up sprained your ankle. It hurts so bad, Keanu and crews were coming to you and help, you feel embarrassed, you really are ridiculous, and childish. Actually at that time, Keanu is not finished with his shoots, but because of you, he got home. You feel bad, but chose to go home by yourself is not an option.

Keanu is already take a shower, and it seems like he is ready to sleep, you sighed in relieve. This means he won’t know about your new sprained ankle, your new sprained ankle is happend today, this afternoon. You should be rest at the bed, but the cookie jar is on the living room, you can’t help it. So, you try to walk with your cane, when you just two meters from your bed you lose your balance and fall and sprained your ankle. Luckily, the cookie jar is not broken, so you try to sit on the bed while eating cookies and praying the pain is your ankle is not a sprained ankle, but turned out it is.

“Have you eaten?” Keanu is now looking at you with messy hair, fresh scent, deep husky voice, and intense contemplative gaze. “I have”

No, you don’t. You are hungry, and now you should wait for the next ten hours to eat. The last time you eat is six hours ago, you need to eat, but you still don’t want to tell him.

“Sleep” he takes your hand, inviting you to sleep with him, you carefully lying your body, trying not to make your feet hurt, but in the end it still does. You think you already hiding the wince expression on your face, but turns out you didn’t hide it very well.

“Your feet still hurt?”

“Uhuh” you lay in bed, looking at him.

“Aweee come here” he said while pulling ,your hand. You hug him and pretend your feet didn’t hurt, he smiles and pinch your cheek, you are thin, but you’re chubby. “How did you grow this?” He still pinch it, it’s not that hurt.

“I’m kinda miss your beard” because he was shooting for his new movie he has to cut all his beard.

“I’ll grow it later after the movie”

“Goodnight”

“You seriously want to sleep?” He asked in disbelief. Now it’s 11.45 pm. “Yes” you look at him quizzically, it is normal for someone to sleep at this hour.

“I just thinking to go with you to somewhere” he tries to open your eyes which already closed. “Right now? At this hour?”

“Yes”

“It’s too late isn’t it?” Isn’t he tired?

“Yes” he knows it’s late but still want to go somewhere “let’s go tomorrow, i need sleep right now”

You wake up with a dry mouth, Keanu is gone and you heard rustling from the bathroom. It must be Keanu. You just think about going to the kitchen to drink a glass of water when you realize my feet is sprained. You haven’t told Keanu yet. You try to move your feet and the it hurts, a lot. You cringe and hid your face on your pillow, what should you do?

You hear the bathroom door open, you don’t care, you just hid your face and not moving an inch, thinking about how should you spend the rest of your day with a sprained ankle. Well, you shouldn’t think about that, you should think about how to tell Keanu, but your brain is focused on the pain on my ankle, you can’t think of anything else.

“Hey, you can’t breathe if you sleep like that” his hand gently moved your shoulder, but you’re to lazy to move.

His body landed at your back, you can’t breathe. Your 5'1" is not a match for his 6'1" you’re one foot apart. He lifted his body and lay beside you.

“Come on wake up” You face him now, his hair is wet and he smells good. You have no intention of get out of this bed. “Keanu”

“Hmm?”

You didn’t say a word after that, and thinking for a seconds about what to say. “I don’t feel like doing anything this day, let’s just stay in the bed”

“I’m going to take you to the pet store today” You really really want a puppy, you have been telling Keanu to get you one, but he was too busy with his work so he didn’t have enough time. You are exuberant because he wants to buy you a puppy, just thinking about that enough to make you feel giddy.

You forgot about your ankle, you want a puppy more than anything, you sure that you can endure a few steps until you can get a puppy. You moved slowly, trying not to bump your feet into anything, Keanu chuckled because you are so eager to have a puppy until you forgot your laziness in the morning and started to get ready.

You put both of your feet on the floor, it’s still morning, so it colds. You take a deep breath while chanting on your mind ‘don’t fall don’t fall don’t fall��. You stand up and fall instantly, both of your ankle stung so bad, it even more hurts now because you force it. Keanu is now beside you, looking at you up and down and ask if you’re alright. He carried you then put you on the bed, straightening your feet and examined your ankle.

“I don’t recall you have two sprained ankle” You look at him sheepishly, there’s no point of denying that, both of your ankle is already turned purple, no wonder it hurts. You rry to come up with explanation, but you didn’t have one.

“Yeah” That’s the best you can do. “I’m sorry, I’m thinking about telling you this-” he already sensed thhe ‘but’ and looking at you, waiting for you to explain. “but” You run out of ideas so you just shrugged your shoulder.

“Next time, if something like this happend you have to tell me” You nodded at him, but still looking at him, hoping he still thinking about going to the pet store. He feels your gaze on him, suddenly understand what you’re trying to say. “We get a puppy after your feet heal”

“Now, like you said, today you just stay in bed, being a good husband that I am. I’m going to accompany you stay in bed so you don’t feel lonely” You smile then kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you”

I'm thinking about making a sequel of this one shot. Sorry for not update about my baby Keanu for too long, and Happy Eid Mubarak everyone!♥♥♥

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mysticalmusicwhispers · 4 years

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APH China Musings

When I start thinking about China, and sometimes countries in general, I get this total disconnect between how the anime/manga portrays the country (especially China) and how a lot of headcanons have them as, especially reading headcanons and art about ancient days.

Ok China-specific content below (headcanons at the very end): Very long post warning

Most of the canon shows him as a sort of weird old grandpa who doesn’t really have all his nuts and bolts in his brainpan and pretends to be cool or whatever (when he’s really not) while his kids all mock him. That APH China has a soft spot for cute things and can’t really understand the others ig, which again kinda makes him a laughingstock for his kids. But, the headcanons I’ve read show him as a really manipulative, sly Old Man who enters contracts/treaties/friendships to benefit him, not for the sake of being kind, and doesn’t really see everybody else on an even level with him which... clashes somewhat to a lot with the canon. HOWEVER, this cunning, darker (?) version of him is way more historically accurate... I like certain things from both versions (and I also like being historically accurate as much as possible) and the fact that headcanons vs canon is so contrasting makes it kinda hard to have one concrete China for my headcanons, it’s like he has split personalities or something lol.

Side note: I’ve never heard/known of anyone Chinese ever saying -aru in English, so... It might be just a voice tic of Chinese people when speaking Japanese, but I sort of get annoyed when it’s added in every other sentence he says in a fanfic. He doesn’t talk like that in the English dubbed anime either, and it seems that the English translations of the manga have also omitted the -aru (except for one strip I believe, correct me if I’m wrong). So please don’t add it in fanfics unless you want the characters to all be speaking Japanese with their own unique voice tics.

However, I do like some parts of the canon portrayal, SUCH AS: his doing tai chi every morning, the portrayal of his relationship with Japan before the “betrayal”, and apparently how he “isn't one to waste a second of time” (from the wiki). So in my head, I try to meld the canon and Sly Old Man together, because I like some aspects of China that may not be explained by either the country’s history, culture, or stereotypes, and honestly I feel like some parts of a country’s personality can just appear spontaneously; you don’t need to be able to explain every part of you from your past experience or the people and country that you make up and represent.

Without further ado, the Headcanons!

- MORNING PERSON, does the whole tai chi thing in the morning with the birds in his garden or something, finds it very relaxing, and then goes back inside for an actual breakfast (I have no idea what he’d eat because Chinese cuisine varies A LOT from region to region, ex. in the north/Beijing region there’s usually soy milk, “Chinese oil stick” which is basically like salty fried dough sticks, and “tofu brains” <-- literal translation, it’s a sort of soupy thing with very soft tofu (very good). In the south, there’s a lot of sweet meats and dim sum, almost like a mini lunch sort of thing, etc.) He’d also drink tea, and never adds sugar (I don’t think restaurants in China ever actually give you sugar packets with tea)

- I feel like he’d be a CAT PERSON nowadays dogs as pets have become more popular in China but before, cats were more common (I think) because of their usefulness as pest control and the fact that they can get their own food; dogs weren’t really kept except to be guard dogs. I feel he’d have gotten used to cats, and also he’d enjoy a quiet pet’s company more

- ANCIENT DAYS/RELATIONSHIPS: He’d probably be slightly manipulative, and ENTER relationships for a trade benefit/power/control/good stuff, but if the relationship goes well and the person is charming (Rome cough cough), he’d slowly warm up and become real friends after a while.

- I agree with the Sly Old Man treatment of COLONIES/TRIBUTE STATES, he’d probably just protect them for the benefits instead of actual Love (but isn’t that what all countries do these days). I do see him as very patronizing to his underlings, because of a) his age and him thinking that he’s seen it all with his dynasty changes and wars and stuff and b) Confucianism, which said to respect your elders and all that, so I think it’d make him slightly full of himself and patronizing (the wiki says this is also his current attitude and I can see that). But I see a situation similar to the relationship one playing out here; as he gets more and more contact with a tribute state he actually grows closer to them in the Normal Human Feeling way, so that would explain his feeling of betrayal when Japan left (literally back-stabbing him), as well as his feeling sad (not just because he lost a trade partner and revenue maker) when Korea was taken. For his tribute states, my headcanon for their relationship is pretty much summed up in this post (esp his relationship with Korea, but also Japan a bit): https://stirringwinds.tumblr.com/post/119403708770/tsk-look-at-you-all-battered-and-bruised-its (patronizing but still caring)

- VERY PRAGMATIC AND EXTREMELY BLUNT. I have no explanation, he just seems like this kind of person (and according to the wiki, he “isn't one to waste a second of time”). Doesn’t care at all if he offends you, intentionally or not (unless he’s trying to impress, of course).

- VERY TRADITIONAL. He probably knows at least a handful of traditional instruments, pipa, ma tou qin, gu zheng, erhu, xun, etc. And will roast people on the internet if they play them wrong (a while back at some really fancy gathering, there was a performer who was in front, mind you, playing a yu (wind instrument) upside down and totally wrong, and that caused a huge firestorm in Chinese social media. I’d like to think China would have been one of those people to be like “what are you doing you know you just made a fool of yourself right?” Incidentally, there’s also an idiom related to the yu that is literally about playing it wrong (literally it’s something like one bad apple can be covered up in a sea of good ones but one by one, people will see you’re bad))

- TRADITIONAL pt. 2: good at calligraphy and also very good at guessing dui lian (apparently called antithetical couplets) hung up during the Lunar New Year. Also adhering to tradition, he gathers up everybody for every single big Chinese/Asian festival to eat together. I know Japan doesn’t interact much with China and China still feels betrayed by him in the manga (the Japanese and Chinese relationship nowadays still isn’t the greatest/closest for multiple reasons) but I’m going to take liberties (and my heart needs fluff). Also, if China invites/drags everybody but Japan to his house, I feel like that’s awkward and one of his kids/siblings would get Japan to come anyway. There would be a lot of arguing at the dinner, about food, politics, memes (from HK), trends, or anything really, but it’s all in good fun, yeah?

- MODERN POLITICS: still a bit of Sly Old Man, and probably very stuck in his ways. Some countries he doesn’t really respect. For example, he doesn’t see America as a fully respectable adult, probably because a) he’s still older and b) I think China agrees with his government’s structure to a point? Like with the way he suffered during the collapse of the Qing Dynasty (Boxer Rebellion, WWI, etc.) I think he’d take any system (including communism) that worked and improved people’s lives. At heart, I think China wants to do what’s right for the people, and at the time, the Communist Party promised that people’s lives would get better under their leadership, and for some, it did. That convinced so many people to take their promise, and I think China would have supported it at the time. As well as, I believe that country’s perspectives of their government is /somewhat/ influenced or warped by their people’s perspective, and /most/ people in China are /okay/ satisfied with the central govt. (not extending this to regional govts, that’s kinda a different issue). So I see China (as a character) being mostly satisfied, and America’s criticism and complaints about him pretty much bounce off, because China doesn’t see his comments worthy of respecting, especially because his govt. is doing ok from his point of view. There are definitely things that need working on, but he won’t take US criticism.

- SLY OLD MAN pt. 2: Basically the same as the tribute state thing, he’ll help you out initially to get your benefits, but if you last long enough, he’ll gradually grow friendship feelings. I feel like this is what real China is trying to do with the “Belt and Road”, basically spreading influence to less developed countries, although it may not be working out. Sort of like manipulation, which also fits in with the Sly Old Man thing.

- I can see why Hima originally designed China as being a bit cold, because I feel if he doesn’t need you, he won’t really talk to you. Although as mentioned above, I also see him start to care for somebody once he takes the effort to get to know you, and will probably care for his close friends long after they’re actually needed.

- I agree with the canon that he can GET ANNOYED EASILY AND SNAPS A LOT, but I see this happening only with people he thinks aren’t interesting enough, are below him, or don’t get him (or are just incessantly annoying).

- Also a bit EGOTISTICAL, but doesn’t show most of the time. Unless you happen to mention a recent achievement, and then he’ll go “Haha! I did that ____ (pick a number from 1,000 to 4,000) years ago!” or something and probably roast you

- SENTIMENTAL OLD SOUL: often reminisces about the past when alone, or with someone he truly trusts (that used to be Japan, but...). Slips into “how did the world get like this?” sometimes to a lot. Feels lonely sometimes too, and can be found stargazing on his front stoop at night

- RELAXING: if he doesn’t have work, he’ll just relax at his house, probably take a long bath/shower and just do nothing, maybe play some sort of instrument for fun, go into his garden and paint/walk around and enjoy the flowers, or watch some new addictive show. If he feels like working, he’ll cook dinner for all his kids/siblings and invite them over (this will also be done if he thinks one is overworking)

Ok those are all the headcanons for now, but probably will be more to come. My love for this Old Man is infinite <3. If you want, reblog/submit/comment your own aph China headcanons! Do you think I did him justice?

#aph china #musings #aph china headcanons #long ass post #long post #aph #hetalia #hws #headcanons

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thewickedgirl · 7 years

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Does somebody wants a Keanu (John Wick, Constantine or something) fanfiction? If someone is interested massage me your thoughts, I will write it down for you, just give me a hero, a Theme ❤️

#keanu reeves #Keanu reeves fanfiction #fanfic #Fandom #johnlock #John wick #Constantine #Tai #Chi #Tai chi man #Speed #Cool breeze #Over the mountain #Hot

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crimeshowtrash · 6 years

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Under The Mistletoe

Ficmas Day 2

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warning - Reader is Penelope’s sister so if you don’t like that, don’t read it.

Penelope Garcia had always been a nosy person. It was practically her responsibility as a technical analyst. She was always digging up dirt on people for her job, so it only made sense for her to do so for people in her everyday life. It was just like how the rest of the BAU couldn’t help but profile their teammates, regardless of how much they tried not to. It was inevitable. She made sure to look into her coworkers backgrounds when they first joined, as she was fiercely protective over her teammates family.

The minute that Penelope met Spencer she had attempted to set him up with her numerous single girlfriends. He had escaped a number of dates, and she didn’t have the heart to set him up again after Maeve. After witnessing how heartbroken he was, she didn’t want to cause him any more pain. But enough was enough, at least for Penelope. He had adjusted back to being a profiler with ease, well with as much ease as possible considering he was in jail for the past couple of months. It was right after a case had wrapped up when the lightbulb went off. How could Garcia have ever forgotten about Y/N, her own sister. Well she was her adopted family’s birth daughter, but they were sisters regardless. She was perfect for her kind and shy coworker.

Y/N had recently gotten a job at one of the neighboring agencies in DC, sharing her sister’s love for helping people. Although Penelope’s weapon was her computer system, and Y/N’s was her revolver. Penelope couldn’t fathom how she forgot about her dear sister. Spence and her sister were both so invested in their jobs that they often forgot to take care of themselves. Which is why it was up to Penelope to help them find some love this holiday season. Garcia immediately invited Y/N to the holiday cookies and cocktails party that she was throwing for her coworkers.

Y/N came over the afternoon of the party, thankful that no case had come upon her desk that day. Even though she would take a case over paperwork anyday, it had been way too long since she had seen her older sister.

“Pen, how many times have I told you to lock the damn door. You should know the repercussions that come with leaving your door opened” yelled out Y/N as she walked into the heavily decorated apartment.

There was pre-lit garland lining the apartment ceiling. There was mistletoe over all the doorways. A massive tree seated in the living room by her fireplace. Stockings lining the fireplace, which she assumed were for the kids of Penny’s coworkers. Mini Christmas trees placed on every table in the massive apartment, which Penny had relocated to after being scarred for life by her past neighbors tai chi endeavors.

“Y/N, I left the door opened for you, you doofus” said Penny coming out of her bedroom dressed in an ugly christmas sweater and a skirt, with her jewelry adding the usual Garcia flare.

Y/N embraced her older sister, whom she hadn’t seen in a couple months despite the fact that they lived less than 15 minutes from each other.

“I missed you so much Pen” said Y/N, happiness saturating her voice, as she let go of her loving older sister.

“I missed you too bub” stated Penny, before dragging her sister to the kitchen to get started on the multitude of cookies the duo had to make. Together they baked Christmas shortbread bites, peppermint schnapps infused sugar cookies dipped in dark chocolate, peanut butter brownies, eggnog infused white chocolate cookies, and a peppermint bark cheesecake. By the time they finished putting the last cookie sheet into the oven, they had less than half an hour to finish the cocktails. Penelope worked on an orange and pomegranate prosecco holiday cocktail while Y/N worked on both the eggnog and the jingle juice.

Before they knew it the BAU arrived at the Garcia residence, bringing holiday treats of their own.

“You guys, this is my younger sister Y/N. She recently moved to the DC area and I wanted to introduce her to my favorite people ever” said Pen with a massive smile on her face, hoping praying that everyone would get along. Everyone introduced themselves to Y/N before they headed into the kitchen to start munching on the multitude of baked goods.

Before either Y/N or Spencer knew what was happening they heard Pen chanting, “kiss, kiss, kiss”.

Startled, both Y/N and Spencer looked above before realising that they were both under the mistletoe. Blushing, Y/N leaned up to kiss Spencer’s cheek, causing him to flush.

“Hey, that doesn’t count, my man. Come on, give her a lil sugar” yelled out Derek.

Spencer groaned, causing Y/N to raise her eyebrow and ask, “I’m not that repulsive, am I?”.

“No, no. It’s just Derek being annoying” claimed Spencer. Y/N just looked up at Spencer, not totally believing him. She started to feel self-conscious and uncomfortable, which lead to her leaving the room, heading to her older sister’s bedroom. Spencer just glared at Derek before leaving the room to go make sure that Y/N was okay.

Spencer peeked into Pen’s room only to find Y/N wiping away tears.

“Hey, are you okay Y/N?” asked Spencer, cautiously as to not upset her even further. He didn’t know much about women but he knew a woman crying was never a good sign.

She cleared her throat before wiping away her tears and said, “uh yeah. It’s just been a hard week and I’m exhausted”.

He sat down next to Y/N before saying, “Garcia didn’t really tell us much about you. But you work at an agency in around here, right?”.

“You know you don’t have to humor me, right? You can leave Spencer”, said Y/N.

“Why would I want to leave?” questioned Spencer.

Y/N let out a watery laugh before muttering the words, “that’s what they all do”.

“Well, I happen to think that it would awfully rude to leave a beautiful woman who is clearly not feeling the best by herself” said Spencer, nudging Y/N’s shoulder slightly. Y/N’s cheeks flushed before smiling.

The two sat in a peaceful silence for a while, just taking in the moment.

“Just so you know, I would’ve kissed you. I just didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable” said Spencer.

Y/N shifted her body so that she could face Spencer. Biting her lip as she worked up the courage to do what she wanted to from the moment Spencer walked into the apartment. She slowly leaned in, closer to Spencer, before placing her soft cherry-stained lips on his. Their lips moving together, as the kiss deepened. Spencer was the one to finally break the kiss.

“You know this was Penelope’s plan all along, right? She’s been talking my ear off about you” voiced Spencer.

“I hope it wasn’t anything too terrible”, said Y/N.

“No, just how hardworking, talented, and beautiful you are” claimed Spencer before placing a chaste kiss against Y/N’s lips.

“Well, thank god for Pen and the mistletoe” said Y/N, smiling, before taking a hold of Spencer’s hand and dragging him to his feet so that they could head towards the kitchen in order to rejoin the party. They spent the rest of the night eating, drinking, and sneaking kisses when they thought no one was watching.

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A/N Ugh I already regret this and am having trouble coming up with fic ideas. Tomorrow’s fic is a NCIS x Reader, let me know if you wanna be tagged in it or any of my other fics! Anyways, I hope ya’ll enjoy!

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oodlenoodleroodle · 7 years

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I stole this thing from @tuuli cos I felt like doing it

1st: tag 9 people you’d like to get know better:

Anyone, just grab it and do it if you want to :)

2nd: BOLD those statements that are true for you

APPEARANCE: I am 5'7" or taller [inch shy of six feet!] I wear glasses [gonna get new ones real soon] I have at least one tattoo [plans for more exist] I have at least one piercing [earrings count right?] I have blonde hair [I used to dye it all shock colors but now am too poor] I have brown eyes [nah grey] I have short hair [which is exactly what I prefer] My abs are at least somewhat defined [hahaha nope, pudge all the way] I have or have had braces [hardcore too, all teeth had metal, and a big operation to adjust the jaw itself many years ago, still one hidden metal to keep shit in place]

PERSONALITY: I love meeting new people [I’m trying to get all the cool, creative types from round here together] People tell me that I’m funny [I got this a lot on the mission in particular] Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me I enjoy physical challenges [oh no] I enjoy mental challenges [oh no] I’m playfully rude with people I know well [not anymore really] I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it [I don’t even know what this means, I don’t do this whole hipster ‘ironically’ thing at all, too autistic for that, it feels mean. I like and do things sincerely] There is something I would change about my personality [like... no one’s perfect? Of course there are bits about my personality that suck]

ABILITY: I can sing well I can play an instrument [like, I used to play guitar okay but haven’t given it the time lately so it doesn’t count anymore] I can do over 30 pushups without stopping [lol no way] I’m a fast runner [hahahaha nop] I can draw well [kinda my job] I have a good memory [I’m torn with this one, hence the partial bolding: I have to writer everything down or I will never recall it again, but I can also remember things that I do remember in pretty good detail. So it’s a bit hit and miss] I’m good at doing math in my head [nop] I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute [emm, I don’t go underwater. Ever. If I do assume I will just drown right away because I do not fuck with that shit] I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling [maybe a thousand years ago but I haven’t arm wrestled anyone in a long time and wouldn’t win unless the other person was a child and even then I’d let the child win] I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch [again, a bit torn, like... how from scratch, and what counts as “meal” but >_> I guess? Possibly yes?] I know how to throw a proper punch [I’ve been taught a method of punching that works for people like me who are puny, and also how to take a punch in the abdomen]

HOBBIES: I enjoy playing sports [eh... no] I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else [nop] I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else [nop] I have learned a new song in the past week [nop? like, learnt of a new song? or learnt to sing/play one?] I work out at least once a week [emmm... ish? I don’t really have a routine so it varies] I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months [I do however go on walks even in the cold months] I have drawn something in the past month [kinda my job] I enjoy writing [I have relatively recently written two fanfics :3 ] FANDOMS ARE MY #1 PASSION [nah, art is, and then dogs. I’m actually kind of bland re: fandom.] I do or have done martial arts [used to do tai chi, really miss it too, should start again]

EXPERIENCES: I have had my first kiss [I mean, I’m married...] I have had alcohol [long time ago, don’t do it anymore] I have scored the winning goal in a sports game [not in anything serious, just people playing a game. ‘Twas floor hockey, salibandy] I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting [ >_> that’s how you do it nowadays] I have been at an overnight event [an art gallery showed the entire 24 Hour Psycho and I stayed for 17 hours of it. Three hours after the shower scene some people came in and were like “man we missed the shower scene by like a few minutes.”] I have been in a taxi [well, yes o.O ] I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year [I’ve taken someone else to a hospital but not been in one myself] I have beaten a video game in one day [I only play Pokemon and that’s not a one-day game for me, esp. since I only care about the PokeDex] I have visited another country [I’ve lived in like three different countries by now] I have been to one of my favourite band’s concerts [been to a few, didn’t manage to catch R.E.M. before they ended which is a bummer. :/ ]

RELATIONSHIPS: I’m in a relationship [still married, yep] I have a crush on a celebrity [nah] I have a crush on someone I know [...my spouse?] I have been in at least 3 relationships I have never been in a relationship I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them [again, my spouse] I get crushes easily I have had a crush on someone for over a year [...my spouse?] I have had feelings for a friend [like yes in the past but also applies to my spouse?]

MY LIFE: I have at least one person I consider a “best friend” I live close to my school [n/a to us old fogeys, and I don’t have a workplace that is a physical place either...] My parents are still together I have at least one sibling [three indeed] I live in the United States There is snow right now where I live [thank goodness no. But there will be in a couple months unless climate change fucks it up] I have hung out with a friend in the past month [the other day!] I have a smartphone [like, I technically do have an iPhone, but it’s so old it isn’t particularly smart anymore, and it’s American while I live in Europe so it doesn’t get reception here so it can’t be used as a phone-phone...] I have at least 15 CDs [too many to count] I share my room with someone [...my spouse does indeed sleep in the same room as me...]

RANDOM SHIT: I have breakdanced I know a person named Jamie [though not super like close or anything. It’s more like I know of a person named Jamie] I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce [all of a sudden I have forgotten everyone’s last names. Maybe?] I have dyed my hair [lotsa times] I’m listening to one song on repeat right now [I mostly listen to podcasts, though I do have a playlist that I’d love for you to have a listen and tell me what you think :3 ] I have punched someone in the past week [no encounters with nazis lately] I know someone who has gone to jail [huh, not that I know of. But I did pretty much cut off everyone I went to high school with when I moved to uni] I have broken a bone [I have had a bone broken by medical staff on purpose, if that counts? During the afore-mentioned jaw surgery. I still can’t feel my chin because of the nerve damage] I have eaten a waffle today [ :C no waffles] I know what I want to do with my life [lol] I speak at least 2 languages [three :) ] I have made a new friend in the past year [I think I made a new friend yesterday! But also I made one in like February]

#this was fun

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suallenparker · 7 years

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Philinda Fanfic: Behind the Scenes, Chapter 4

RATING: T

SPOILER: This is set in a Universe where Phil quit his Tony Stark babysitting duties after the first gig and returned to active field work. So, basically their backstories stay the same until after the first Iron Man Movie.

SUMMARY: After her former partner Phil Coulson almost got killed in action, the traumatized SHIELD agent Melinda May returns to duty. She and Phil go undercover as contestants of the celebrated TV show “Forever Love” to catch a stalker and to trip a traitor.

NOTES: See Chapter 1.

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Chapter 4: First Dates in which Eric goes on his first date

The room smelled amazing, like waffles and bacon and freshly brewed coffee. Though Melinda despised the taste of it, she always had liked the scent of it. Coffee, that was. There was nothing she disliked about waffles or bacon. Those things were perfect in her eyes!

Hailey, the caterer and her team had set up a great breakfast buffet right in the middle of the big dining room of the mansion. They had everything, waffles, pancakes, bacon, sausages eggs, toast and fresh fruit. But best of all, they even had decent tea! A water boiler stood on a small side table, next to it were little containers with loose leaf teas. Milk and different sorts of sugars were available too. They even had thin slices of lemon and those fancy small metal lemon presses!

The white linen on the buffet tables matched the ones on the dinner tables perfectly. The white walls and the big windows kept the room light and airy while the dark wooden furniture grounded it. The colorful abstract art gave the room a modern freshness.

All in all it was a wonderful environment for breakfast.

She fixed herself a plate and brewed a cup of Assam tea with just a splash of milk before she carried everything over to one of the tables.

The room was mostly empty; it was half past seven and most of the women were still in bed. So far it was just her and the catering people. None of them posed a threat as far as their research had shown. No priors, no weird backstories connected to the show, nothing. And Hailey and her two co-workers were really friendly.

Yesterday had been a long night, five women had already left without even unpacking their bags. Of course Melinda had been up since five. Two hours of sleep weren’t much, but nothing she couldn’t handle. She always woke up at five. And like always, she got up straight away, went to the gym and went to her routine of kickboxing and Tai Chi before she took a shower. She dressed in jeans and a loose comfortable knitted dark green sweater.

Now she was hungry.

She hadn’t even bitten in her first piece of bacon, when Grace sat down on the chair right next to her. The hairstylist was already perfectly styled; her hair fell down in loose curls and her eyeliner was perfect. She wore jeans and a fitted blue shirt with lace details around the neckline.

“Morning,” she said and smiled a perfect white smile.

Melinda chewed and swallowed before she smiled back. “Morning.”

“Oh my God.” Grace closed her eyes as she chewed on her first piece of bacon. Melinda could relate to that.

She grinned and kept eating.

Grace forked up a piece of waffle with syrup and strawberries and sighed happily. “Eric is amazing but if he decides I’m not the one for him, this breakfast alone was all worth it.”

“You think he’ll send you home?”

She shrugged. “He’s gonna keep you around, that’s for sure. I saw how he looked at you when he asked you to come with him for the first impression rose.”

Yeah, because that was part of the narrative they had decided on with Maggie beforehand to establish their love story.

“You doubt that?” Grace asked. “You’re stunning. You’re beautiful and smart and I’m just … me.”

God, the self doubt in her voice … Knowing that Grace would indeed go home without Eric’s love, broke her heart. They were dealing with real people here. And some of them would get hurt, because that’s what lying does. It hurts people, especially in the long run. Which was why she hated undercover work.

“I think you’re amazing,” Melinda said.

Grace smiled. “Thank you.”

“Good morning!” Lorelei, the red haired physicist said as she entered the room. The rest of the women followed her. Some were dressed, some were still in their pajamas.

They all wished each other a good morning.

Someone from production probably woke all of them, which meant something was about to happen. Melinda had been wondering when the cameras would be back in her face. - Not that she had been missing them.

“Did the letter arrive yet?” Anisa, the personal trainer asked.

“You mean the first date card?” Grace shook her head. “Not yet.”

Katherine, the dentist sat down at their table too, holding just a cup of coffee. “Who do you think will be on it?”

“I think the first card is gonna be a group date invitation,” Anisa said.

Grace straightened up. “What if it’s a one on one? Who do you think he’ll take on that?”

“There are two this week, right?” Audrey asked and joined them. She had only waffles and strawberries on her plate.

“There are two every week,” Katherine said.

Grace raised a brow. “Someone read up on the rules! No need to be snappy.”

“I’m sorry, I just …” Katherine sighed. “I need a coffee.”

“You need a waffle,” Grace said and smiled. “They’re amazing.”

Shia, a wine seller with beautiful black skin and short black hair looked at them over her shoulder while she put scrambled eggs on her plate. “I think Diane will get a one on one, would make sense.”

“I could really need one.” Kristen, a teacher from Indiana with blonde hair and warm brown eyes sighed. “I didn’t have much time with him yet.”

“Yeah, me too.” Grace nodded. “He just seems so … so amazing. Like a dream. A war hero who’s also sensitive and sweet.”

Katherine looked at Melinda. “You got to talk to him more, how is he?”

“All those things.” And more. Melinda took a sip of her tea while the other women stared at her.

“He’s great,” Melinda said. Though, truth be told, Eric couldn’t hold a candle to the real Phil.

“Someone’s smitten!” Katherine said.

Melinda felt herself blush. Damn, this was stupid!

“I’m smitten, too. Aren’t you?” Lorelei asked and joined them.

“He’s sexy.” Shia said. “God, he’s really sexy …”

Kristin grinned. “Yeah, that doesn’t hurt either.”

Then Peter and two camera people walked in, one of them was the woman that had followed her and Phil around yesterday.

“Good morning, ladies!” Peter said and stepped into the middle of the room.

“Peter!”

He looked dashing in dark jeans and a simple white button up.

The camera people quickly set up. One focused on Peter, the other stayed at the doorway, probably to get the best shot of the whole room.

Peter waved a white envelope and smiled brightly. “I’m bringing you a little something!”

“The card!”

“Is it a one on one?”

“Is it a group date?”

Peter kept smiling. “Why don’t you look and see?”

Anisa was the one who reached Peter first. She took the card from him and clutched it to her chest.“Oh my god, my heart’s racing!” She took a breath and opened it. “Diane, Audrey, Shia, Phoebe, Kirsten, Grace, Renee, Elizabeth and Anisa, life is a rollercoaster; come and join me – Eric,” she read.

So no one on one for Diane. Melinda shouldn’t feel disappointed.

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“Were you disappointed that you had to go on a group date?” Javier asked, standing next to the camera. They had set up the camera in front of a rollercoaster at the amusement park Eric had taken them to.

Melinda tilted her head and put on her best Diane smile. “Of course I would’ve loved a one on one with Eric, but this …” She shrugged. “I’m just glad to spent time with him at all. He’s a great guy.”

“Why don’t you tell us about today?”

“Driving auto scooter with him was just so fun!” Melinda said and tried to look dreamy. “He picked me to be on his team and it’s such a great team to be on.”

That much was true. He was a great partner. The very best. It was way too easy to play Diane falling in love with Eric. She shouldn’t feel jealous that though he had spent those five minutes in the auto scooter with her, he had spent more time with most of the other women. He had taken Shia for ice cream, he had shot at flowers with Phoebe and now he was on a Ferris wheel with Audrey …

“The group date rose went to Audrey, how do you feel about that?” Javier asked.

“She is a great person.”

Javier titled his head and raised a brow.

“I think Eric tries really hard to be fair with all of us. Audrey is lovely.” Phil gave her the rose and had taken her away to the Ferris wheel …Melinda had no reason to be jealous. She had no reason to feel small.

“You know you don’t have to be so polite all the time, right? It’s okay if you’re upset.”

Yeah, what Javier wanted was drama and tears. Melinda got that it was part of his job to deliver that, but she hated it nonetheless.

She sighed dramatically. “The whole situation is just so weird. We all want his attention and … He’s a great guy, I look forward to getting to know him better.”

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He would have to send more women home tonight.

It was already getting late and he was again surrounded by beautiful women in cocktail dresses that fought for his attention. For Eric’s attention.

It had surprised him how seriously all of them were taking this. He had been on a single date with Lorelei yesterday and she had been so sweet and shy, talking about how it was hard to her to open up to people …

A week of first dates had passed and he knew what he would do. One of the ladies had little kids. How could he string her along for this? He wished he could just propose to Melinda immediately and get this all over with.

Nope. Propose to Diane. Not to Melinda. Eric must fall in love with Diane. That was the game, and that was all it was. A cover to get what they really wanted, which was Garrett’s racist evil connections on a silver platter and that stalker.

That was the reason they were here. That was the reason he was standing in this beautiful garden, holding Melinda’s hand.

She wore a classic little black dress tonight, that complimented her legs. Her hair was pinned up and exposed her long neck.

God, he wanted to kiss that neck!

“I’m sorry we didn’t get to spent much time together today,” he said and squeezed Melinda’s hand. He was pretty sure the camera woman zoomed into that moment.

Melinda smiled and squeezed his hand back. “You don’t have to apologize.”

“I just … This is all a bit crazy.” He tilted his head. “Everybody just keeps pulling at me and I -” He stopped himself. Complaining about having to spent time with wonderful people; very charming! “It’s really good to see you now.”

“It’s good to see you, too.”

“This just feels so very different from real life.”

She raised a brow. “You mean you usually don’t spent your Thursdays at an amusement park?”

“Nah, that’s usually Wednesdays.” He smiled. “So I know what you do for work. What else are you up to.”

He expected her to tell him about how much she loved sports, but instead she nibbled at her lower lip, looking a bit ashamed.

“Workaholic?” he asked. “Yeah, me too. There’s just something about my job, about protecting people and keeping them safe …”

Now she pressed her lips together. Was that Melinda or Diane? What was wrong?

He squeezed her hand. “Do you miss it?” Maybe this was too much for her. Maybe they should just stop. She hadn’t been in the field for almost two years and this was a lot! Of course she was stressed!

“Since the six days I’ve been here?” she asked and snorted. “That wouldn’t be a good sign.”

He grinned. “Yeah, probably not.” That was much better.

Melinda raised her chin. “I don’t miss it,” she said. “Not one bit.”

“That’s good to know.”

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MORE NOTES: Oh my GOD that chapter took forever to figure out! I had like six different plot plans of this until I could finally figure out what scenes I needed! I hope you enjoyed this! Please, if you have the time, leave me a comment! They help me survive this story. :)

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allhaildiosama666 · 4 years

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𝓣𝓪̀𝓷 𝓽𝓻𝓸 || 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓓𝓲𝓸 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

Liệu những điều tốt đẹp có thể tái sinh từ tro tàn vĩnh cửu? Dio Brando có thể là kẻ tàn độc nhất nhưng không ai nghĩ rằng một kẻ như hắn lại luôn oằn mình vật lộn với kí ức. Phải, hắn sống trong chính sự hoài niệm của mình dẫu ở đó chẳng có gì ngoài sự đau khổ. Nhưng ở đó có Jonathan – người hắn tôn trọng nhất. Hắn công nhận điều đó trước nhiều người nhưng đâu chỉ đơn giản có vậy, hắn biết tình cảm hắn dành cho Jonathan còn hơn cả sự tôn trọng. Jonathan Joestar chỉ đơn giản là cái gai trong mắt mà hắn cần phải loại bỏ. Dio của quá khứ đã nghĩ thế, vậy mà ở hiện tại, Jonathan của ngày tháng xưa cũ lại giống như một nhân chứng sống cho mọi nỗ lực đứng đầu toàn nhân loại của hắn. Niên đại này, không ai biết, không ai hiểu rõ cái tên Dio Brando. Ở thời đại 100 năm sau, hắn cảm giác mình lạc lõng giữa muôn vàn khuôn mặt xa lạ. Rồi chẳng biết tự bao giờ hắn khao khát được có ai đó ở bên cạnh. Một ai đó nhớ đến hắn, một ai đó như Jonathan. Nhưng rồi hắn tự gạt bỏ đi sự ngu muội ấy, cho rằng tất cả những gì hắn cần là mục đích của hắn thành công và loại bỏ được gia tộc Joestar. Hắn nhốt mình trong phòng với những suy nghĩ lạ lùng, nằm trên chiếc giường lạnh lẽo khiến hắn cảm thấy con tim mình cũng lạnh nhạt như vậy. Hắn tự nhủ điều đó là cần thiết. Biên niên sử mà hắn viết nên, khởi nguyên mới mà hắn sẽ mở ra, hắn biết khi bản thân đứng trên đỉnh cao của nhân loại thì khi đó hắn chỉ có một mình. “Jonathan Joestar…” Hắn lẩm bẩm một cái tên quen thuộc, hai tay ôm lấy thân mình, phần đáng lẽ thuộc về Jonathan. Hắn nhớ về thời niên thiếu, thứ mà chính hắn đã vứt sâu trong ngăn kéo của quá khứ, giờ đây rêu phong đã đóng dày đặt. Một thế kỉ trôi qua, hắn cũng không còn nhớ chính xác tên con chó yêu thích của Jonathan là gì. “John à? Peter? Mark? À không… là Danny.” Hắn tự ngẫm nếu ngày ấy không giết con chó đó thì có lẽ Jonathan đã không nhận ra tâm địa của hắn. Hoặc là thế hoặc đó chỉ là lời ngụy biện. Nếu ngày ấy hắn không giết Danny thì có lẽ cậu ta đã được hạnh phúc thêm bao ngày. Rồi như thể một cuốn phim cũ vừa được tua lại, một loạt những hình ảnh và khung cảnh quen thuộc hiện lên ngay trước mắt hắn. Hắn cảm thấy bản thân như thật sự ở đó. Mọi thứ “thật” đến kì lạ. Hắn đang ở đó, một trận boxing trên một ngọn đồi vắng bóng người. Lũ trẻ con đang tung hô hắn như một võ sĩ thực thụ nhưng hắn cũng chẳng lấy làm tự hào. Một phần vì những kĩ năng đó hắn phải tự học để phòng vệ trước đám côn đồ trong khu ổ chuột, phần còn là lại là vì người tung hô là đám trẻ vắt mũi chưa sạch chứ không phải các tay lão làng trong làng đấu võ. Nhưng hắn đâu chỉ ở đây để làm trò hề cho bọn con nít, điều hắn muốn là tẩn cho Jonathan một trận. Chớp mắt một cái, khung cảnh đã chuyển sang lúc Jonathan mặt mũi tím bầm vì bại trận. Dio của một trăm năm sau không còn cười hả hê nữa mà chỉ nhẹ cong môi một nụ cười hài lòng. Hắn thật sự nhớ khuôn mặt thảm hại ấy của Jonathan. Chuyến tàu về tuổi thơ lại tiếp tục lăn bánh, hắn cảm thấy mình ấu trĩ khi hôn Erina, sau đó lại còn vật nhau với Jonathan một trận nảy lửa. Nói là để lấy hết tất cả những gì Jonathan có nhưng thực sự thì hắn đang ghen tị. Hắn không thích Erina. Hắn không thích sau tất cả mọi chuyện xảy ra, hắn lại là kẻ bị cho ra rìa. Người duy nhất mà Jonathan nhìn thấy trước mắt, người làm cậu ta ám ảnh trong cả giấc ngủ, người mà cậu ta hận đến tận xương tủy và chiếm lĩnh toàn bộ khối óc cậu ta phải là hắn, Dio Brando. Trong chuỗi ngày tràn ngập bi thương của hắn, Jonathan chính là một niềm vui. Từ ngày bé hắn đã không biết vui vẻ cho đến khi gặp Jonathan, ít nhất hắn cũng tìm thấy được niềm vui trong việc bắt nạt cậu ta. Thoáng một chốc, hắn đã có mặt trên con tàu mà Erina và Jonathan dùng để tận hưởng tuần trăng mật. Họ đã nên vợ nên chồng, vậy mà hắn, Dio, lại không ngừng ghen tị. Chiếc tàu đang đắm chìm trong biển lửa. Ngay cả khi ở giữa ranh giới sự sống và cái chết, cậu ta vẫn đối mặt với tử thần để bảo vệ Erina và triệt tiêu hắn. Dẫu cho lúc đó hắn không ngừng nài nỉ cậu ta đừng chết, rằng hắn sẽ giúp cậu ta bất tử và sống một cuộc sống an nhàn, trọn vẹn. Thế nhưng cậu ta vẫn kiên quyết giữ chặt hắn, mặc kệ biển lửa đang nhấn chìm mọi thứ. Kể cả khi mạng sống đã bị tước đi, đôi tay của Jonathan vẫn không muốn rời. “Hắn ta chết rồi.” – Dio nhớ mình từng nói thế. Cậu ta gục đầu xuống, mái tóc xanh màu biển rũ lòa xòa trước mắt hắn. Hốc mắt hắn cay cay, chắc chắn không phải do lửa. Đã từ lâu lắm rồi hắn không cảm nhận được những tác động bên ngoài, kể cả sự đau đớn. Từ khi hắn chối bỏ nhân tính để trở thành ma cà rồng. Nhưng giờ sống mũi cay xè, hắn thật sự tiếc thương cho sự ra đi của Jonathan Joestar. Hắn nhớ lại lúc mình rơi tự do ở tòa lâu đài, hắn đã thấy cậu ta vươn đôi tay như thể muốn giữ lấy hắn.Trong ánh mắt của cậu ta hiện lên một vẻ tiếc thương. Như vậy có nghĩa là Jonathan, cậu ta vẫn chưa thoát ra được những mảnh kí ức đẹp đẽ giờ đây đã vỡ tan hàng trăm mảnh trong suốt 7 năm qua. Hiện tại hắn cũng vậy, những gì đã qua đâu thể lấy lại. Hắn có thể ngưng được thời gian nhưng không thể ngưng được những giọt lệ hay khiến thời quay ngược lại. Hắn chỉ có thể ngưng đọng, tận hưởng thêm một chút ít ỏi của sự hạnh phúc. Thoát ra khỏi mớ cảm xúc hỗn độn, hắn quay trở lại với thực tại. Một giọt nước mắt bất giác lăn dài trên má, di chuyển trên làn da trắng bệch. Hắn gạt phăng nó ngay lập tức khi nghe tiếng gõ cửa. Là Vanilla Ice. Sau khi trao cho tên tay sai sự bất tử, hắn lên dây cót tinh thần. Và sau đó, không có sau đó nữa. Tất cả những gì hắn còn nhớ là hắn đang cố giết Joseph và Jotaro nhưng sau đó lại chuốt lấy thất bại. Hắn đã có thể thắng nếu không quá ngạo mạn. Trong giờ phút quyết định, Jotaro ngưng đọng thời gian, lật ngược tình thế. Tất cả những gì hắn gầy dựng đổ vỡ trong tích tắc. Hắn đã làm gì suốt thời gian qua? Từ thời thơ ấu cho đến hiện tại? Phải rồi. Hắn lớn lên trong sự nhục mạ, nỗi ô nhục không thể nào gột rửa từ trong tâm hồn. Hắn bị chính cha ruột đánh đập dã man, còn mẹ hắn – người thật sự yêu thương hắn, người hắn hứa sẽ bảo vệ suốt cuộc đời lại chết trong sự uất ức. Uất ức vì lão già khốn kiếp mà hắn gọi là cha. Tự ngậm đắng nuốt cay để kiếm tiền trong độ tuổi mà những đứa trẻ khác đều đang nằm trong vòng tay của cha mẹ, đã từng có một Dio thiếu tình thương như thế. Thế giới được nhìn từ lăng kính của hắn chỉ là một màn đêm luẩn quẩn không lối ra. Hắn không chết sau những đòn roi của cha nhưng lòng hắn thì đã. Hắn hứa sẽ đứng trên tất thảy nhân loại, thay đổi vận mệnh của mình và thay đổi cả thế giới. Vậy mà mọi nỗ lực của hắn giờ đây tan dần theo khói lửa, tan dần vào hư vô. Tất cả những mộng tưởng hão huyền ấy. Giờ đây hắn đang sợ hãi. Hắn hiến dâng tất cả những gì hắn có cho mục đích của mình, thế mà hiện tại hắn phải tận mắt chứng kiến giấc mộng xưa hóa thành mây khói. Lần đầu tiên hắn cảm thấy mạng sống của con người thật mong manh và ngắn ngủi là lúc Jonathan lìa đời. Từ đó hắn lại muốn bất tử hơn bao giờ hết. Nhưng giờ hắn mới ngộ ra rằng bất tử cô độc đến nhường nào. Hắn nằm trên nền đất lạnh lẽo, sinh lực đang cạn kiệt dần. Không biết liệu có phải là ảo giác hay không nhưng trong vài giây ngắn ngủi, Jonathan đã xuất hiện trước mắt hắn. Jonathan Joestar của năm 17 tuổi. Xuất hiện bất chợt nhưng rồi cũng nhanh chóng biến mất. Jotaro bước từng bước nặng nề đến để xác nhận hắn không còn khả năng chiến đấu nữa. “Jotaro… Joestar, liệu vẻ đẹp có nảy nở từ tro tàn hay không?” Hắn nói rồi chìm trong cơn mộng mị. Vì cơ thể là của ông nội nên Joeseph muốn ông mình ra đi thật trọn vẹn chứ không phải vì Dio. Joseph, Jotaro và Polnareff quyết định sẽ để mọi thứ hóa thành cát bụi nên cùng nhau mang thi thể Dio đến một ngọn đồi, ánh bình minh sẽ gột rửa mọi tội lỗi của hắn. Jotaro vẫn còn băn khoăn về câu hỏi của Dio. Nhưng mọi thứ đã được sáng tỏ, ngay vào thời khắc ánh dương lan tỏa xua đi bóng đêm, cơ thể của Dio hay đúng hơn là của Jonathan dần tan biến và hóa thành tro bụi. Dưới vầng thái dương ấy, chúng lấp lánh đến kì lạ. Và đâu đó một đàn bướm chao liệng giữa đám tro tàn đang dần hóa vào hư vô kia. “Cuối cùng ta cũng gặp lại ngươi, Jonathan Joestar. Có nhiều chuyện ta muốn kể cho ngươi nghe.” “…” “Ta nhớ ngươi.” … Cất bước trở về, Jotaro không thể ngăn nổi sự tò mò. “Ông ngoại, liệu những điều tốt đẹp có thể sinh ra từ tàn tro không?” “Luôn có thể, nhóc ạ.” ©Alex Brando ---- *Ngoài lề: Giải thích cho “những điều tốt đẹp sinh ra từ tàn tro” và cảnh bướm bay* - Đơn giản thì “những điều tốt đẹp” ở đây được hiểu là nhân cách mà Dio đã chối bỏ từ rất rất lâu. Một con người không dã tâm, tham vọng. Hay còn là những việc tốt mà Dio có thể làm nêú hắn không phải là một kẻ tàn bạo. - “Tro tàn” là những lỗi lầm mà hắn gây ra, mọi sai lầm từ trước đến giờ. => Ý nghĩa cốt yếu của câu này là: Liệu Dio có thể làm lại từ đầu sau tất cả những gì hắn đã gây ra hay không? - Còn chi tiết con bướm thì mình dựa trên ý nghĩa của nó trong các nền văn hóa trên thế giới: + Ở Trung Quốc, bướm thể hiện cho sự lâu dài vì cách dọc của nó gần giống với “70 năm”, trong tác phẩm của mình thì ý nói Dio đã kết thúc cuộc đời dài dẵng của mình. Bên cạnh đó còn đại diện cho tình yêu nữa hề hề. Đó là một cơ thể được tạo nên từ đầu Dio và thân Jonathan, thứ kết dính chúng lại chính là tình iu của Dio đối với JoJo. (TvT) + Còn trong Cơ Đốc Giáo, bướm đại diện cho sự hồi sinh. Vì chúng được sinh ra dưới dạng sâu bướm và cuối cùng biến đổi thành loài bướm xinh đẹp. Trong tác phẩm của mình có nghĩa là Dio đã hồi sinh theo hướng tốt đẹp hơn, một nhân cách mới. Chính là vẻ đẹp sinh ra từ tro tàn đó. ---FANFIC ĐƯỢC DỰA TRÊN BÀI HÁT “ASHES” CỦA CELINE DION--

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ateamforumsfanworks · 4 years

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Fates Edge: Post RGB Celebration Fanfic

11-19-2016, 06:30 AM

Originally uploaded by Forum User: Chisaku

*POP* *POP* “Fates Edge, Cheers to 7th place!” Glasses clinked as streamers and party poppers exploded through the air, resounding with a satisfying snap. The band of ten emptied their glasses, each giving a loud gasp for fresh air. “To Aeira, our Glorious Leader!” Chisaku raised his glass, carbonated drink fizzled in it. “To Fearless Leader!” Corda raised her glass. “To Aeira!” Tai chimed in. “Aww, you guys.” Aeira smiled proudly, looking over his guild. “I’d like to thank you all for your hard work this RGB season. We had hard losses and close wins, but that doesn’t mean we didn’t earn our rank. And for that, I’m deeply grateful for you all.” “Enough of the sappy talk!” Flynt joked. “Tai, Chi! Y’all better sing for us!” It earned a couple laughs from the others. “PFFFFPFFFFPFFPFPFPFPFFF!” The TaiPatch wearing-man nearly choked on his wine. “C’mon, yo. Let me at least finish my drink.” Chisaku snickered for a second, before placing his glass down. “Everyone comfortable?” “Chizu! Sing!” Mouse squeaked. “I’m looking forward to this.” Ruby and Katie slid a bit closer to each other subtly. The silver haired boy took a deep breath, calming himself as the room went silent. “Arata Arashi…may the Gods watch over me.” A soft whisper escaped as Chisaku opened his eyes. “Aa, kono mama bo-“ (And that’s as much as I can write before CopyRight Infringement forces the Mods to take this down.)

“…oikakeru yo!” Chisaku struck a small pose, the song finishing. “WOOOOO!” The room already heavy with the smell of food and alcohol roared with applause and cheers. “Hey, hey, it wasn’t that good! Tai you’re up!” “Uh sure, I can sing one.” Tai got up from his seat, watching Chisaku take his. The room went silent, the man closed his only good eye. “Hey there Deli-“ (Again, CopyRight!) “…to me.” Tai blushed as the guild roared with life once again. “Encore! Encore!” Bliss called, clapping. “That was amazing Tai!” Belle called, helping herself to another serving of Lo Mein. “And Chi, holy crap I didn’t expect you to be so good at cooking!” “Oh shush, it’s not that great…” Chisaku sheepishly scratched the back of his head, fixing the stray hairs from his decorative Azure EyePatch. “The night’s still young, we got more where that came from!” Aeira shouted, raising his glass of wine. “Aeira, you sing too!” Mouse called, still on her first plate of food. Tai initiated from the momentum, “Get up here, Aeira!” “Aeira, you never let me hear you sing during Colosseum!” Chisaku complained, egging on Aeira. “What are you talking about? I stink at singing, Chi go home.” The leader dodged the offers, a wide grin painted on his face. “We should have a fashion show, Chi you’re first!” “Oh, come off it Aeira!”

“…geez.” Chisaku sighed, throwing blankets over everyone. “You guys went all out, huh?” His voice was soft, a smile across his face as he cleaned up the table and the floors. Dirty silverware laid everywhere, a result of drunken shenanigans. Quietly he dropped off the plates in the sink, before returning to retrieve the leftover food. He prepared portions and rationed them out to everyone before properly wrapping them in plastic film and storing them in the fridge. The room a little cleaner, he heft whatever unoccupied chairs he could to the storeroom, trying not to have to disturb anyone’s sleep. The table was still housing some sleeping members so he left that for later. “I know…” Chisaku fetched the kettle from the center of the table, bringing it back into the kitchen and placing it on the stove. “I’ll make some tea for everyone.” He threw herbs and mixed in a little water into a cup, carefully watching and mixing until it became a nice green and slightly thick nature. He poured it into the kettle, running some more water in there before lighting the stove. Chisaku set on cleaning the dishes as quietly as he could as the kettle heated. “Congrats, Fates Edge…and Happy One Year Anniversary to me. It’s been a year, hasn’t it?” He let his mind wander a bit as he cleaned up, the kettle boiling over the fire. “They’re going to feel so much better after this tea." A/N Hey guys, Congrats to all contenders of this past RGB. FE ranked in the top ten for the third time in a row. This was an idea Mouse gave to me this morning (at 4 AM which was 4 hours ago as I'm writing this) and I thought it would be a funny idea to go through with. I'm a little happy, it's been a full year since Aeira first took me into FE and look where we are now. I'd like to personally say thank you to everyone, FE member or not, for making this journey in UL so much fun and I'm not stopping yet. -[FE] Chisaku

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ladyreapermc · 4 years

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Fic: What kind of Man (Keanu x Reader x Tom)

Summary: Tom was kind and funny and sweet. He was perfect for you. But he wasn’t what you wanted.

Paring: Keanu x F!Reader; One sided Tom Hiddleston x F!Reader

Author’s notes: This oneshot was written based on these two asks: ould you please write a smut fic where Keanu is a friend of the reader (he actually loves her) and he visits her at home but there’s a British man in his mid-30s that is friend of the girl but he also seems interested in her and Keanu notices it and once the British man leaves Keanu seduces reader and both end up having sex? | An A/U smut fanfic of Keanu in love with the reader and Tom Hiddleston loving her too (both are friends of hers) but Keanu gets jealous in Tom’s presence and when he’s away, K seduces reader and has the most incredible sex with her to prove he’s better than Tom. I’m never very good at writing love triangles, but I hope you like it, nonnies.

Wordcount: 3395

Warnings: mention or alcohol; smut

You brushed off inexistent lint from your dress as you surveyed the last details of the small gathering you’d be having for your friends. You didn’t know why you were so nervous; it was just a late celebration for your birthday since you hadn’t been able to enjoy the actual date due to working.

You didn’t really mind because you loved your work. Getting to be a coloring technician and offering your contribution to so many amazing movies and shows wasn’t something you ever expected to do in your life, but you definitely happy that you trailed that path. You got to meet so many amazing people but without the hassle of being famous. It was quite perfect really.

Surveying the catering table, you fixed one of the napkins that were slightly out of place and chuckled at yourself. Why were you so nervous? It was just some of your closest friends. They had been here when you hadn’t cleaned in weeks. They wouldn’t mind if something wasn’t perfect. They would even notice really. Still, you could never manage to settle, not until everything was perfect. One of the last remains of your mother’s strict education, you were sure. Some things were harder to shake it off.

When you were satisfied that everything was exactly how you envisioned, you went into your room to finish getting ready, knowing your guests would be arriving soon. You chose a comfortable, wrap dress. Thin and loose to help you through the summer heatwave, but still beautiful and elegant for the events of the night. You slipped your feet in the kitty heels you’d be wearing just as the doorbell rang signaling the arrival of your first guest.

Soon enough your living room was filled with people, talking and chuckling together, each with a glass of sparkling wine in their hands. Soft mood music played in the background while you traveled through groups, talking with everyone, making sure their glasses were filled and aperitives were available before you sneaked out to the kitchen. You loved to have people over, but this hostess thing could be very exhausting.

Leaning against the counter, you sipped your wine, the first glass you managed for the night and popped an hors d’oeuvre in your mouth, suddenly aware of how hungry you were.

“I thought I’d find you here,” Tom said made you look over with a wide smile as you moved closer, letting him draw you into a hug.

“Tom! I didn’t think you’d be able to make it!”

“And miss a chance to see you? Never.” He grinned at you, those baby blue eyes sparkling with amusement as he held you close, hands in your waist. “You look gorgeous as always.”

His words made you giggle like a schoolgirl and you hated. Tom was the only one who could do that. It had to do with the smooth, almost velvety quality of his baritone that never failed to make your knees weak.

The two of you met a few years ago when you worked with Guillermo del Toro in Crimson Peak. You usually didn’t meet actors and actresses in a production, but Guillermo asked you to be close by during shooting to consult with the DP. He was searching for a very specific look for his movie and he wanted your eye for color. Since you were around set a lot, you ended up meeting all the cast and crew. You and Tom quickly struck a friendship that remained long after the movie was done.

“Now, tell me, darling, what have you been up to?” he leaned against the counter, wine glass in hands as he peered at your through his long dark blonde lashes. His hair slicked back, curls perfectly controlled for once and you mimicked his stand, your body facing his as you described the latest movie that you just finished coloring.

You got entailed in conversation with Tom, unabashedly neglecting all of your other guests in favor of him, unable to ignore the subtle attraction you felt. As far as you could tell, however, it wasn’t like any of them seemed to mind. They had each other to keep themselves occupied and plenty of food and drinks.

It wasn’t until the party was winding down, when most guests had left, leaving only yourself, Tom and a handful of other people that you heard a familiar deep voice saying your name that let your gaze wander away from Tom.

You weren’t expecting to see Keanu here. Sure, you invited him, but you knew he was filming a new project and would probably be exhausted. It was most of a hopeful thing and as the night went on without a sign of him, you just assumed he wouldn’t make it. But here he was and as your eyes met, you felt that familiar flutter in your belly.

How he looked so dashing in a simple t-shirt topped with a well-fitted blazer and jeans you didn’t know, but as he approached you and Tom, steps sure, hands in his pocket, you have to fight the urge to picture him without anything.

“I wasn’t sure you’d make it,” you commented, hugging him tightly. Enjoying the wood scent of his cologne and the heat of his body.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” he replied, his mouth right next to your ear and you shuddered slightly. And if the hug lingered a little longer than necessary, no one would mention it. “I’m just sorry I’m so late.”

“It’s fine,” you said, finally letting go of him. Keanu already knew most of your friends. You had worked together during post-production for Man of Tai Chi and grew quite close, but you were almost sure he didn’t know Tom. Not in person at least.

“Hello,” Keanu greeted as his gaze met Tom’s.

“It’s an honor.” Tom shook his hand, but his smile seemed strangely cool.

“Likewise,” the other man said with that a serene look as he took a seat next to you and you were suddenly sandwiched between two very handsome men. Not a bad birthday present.

“Wine, Ke?”

“No, thank you, I’m driving tonight.”

Keanu took a glass of water, his gaze lingering on you a moment and you shifted slightly under his gaze until you felt Tom’s arm coming around your shoulders, warm and comforting and you smiled in thanks at his accommodation before you let your attention drift back to the conversation.

However, it was quite hard to focus on what was being said when on one hand, you could feel the heat of Tom’s body against you. His long, elegant fingers drawing patterns on your shoulder. On the other, Keanu’s mere presence seemed to radiate through you. His scent still on your nose, your body responding every time he spoke.

It felt like ages until everyone else left, leaving only you, Keanu and Tom behind. You didn’t know if that was for the worst or better, because now the attention of both of these gorgeous men was solemnly on you and you felt like squirming, your brain struggling to process why you felt like it everything was so weird.

The three of you cleaned up most of the mess and as you stood in the kitchen with them, you noticed they were just looking at each other and the air felt tense and thick around you. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was it, but you shifted awkwardly on your feet.

“I should get going,” Tom said, surprising you. He was always the last one to leave. More often than not he would even stay in your guest bedroom.

“Sure?” you asked, and Tom smiled at you, though a little sadly as he nodded.

“Yes.” His gaze shifted to Keanu. “Nice to meet you.”

“I’ll walk you,” you said once the tension set again. The two of you made your way to the front door in silence. “I had the guest room ready for you.”

“Thank you, darling,” he said, kissing your cheek. “But I have a feeling you’ll be needing your privacy.”

Tom pulled back from you, his gaze moving past your shoulder and when you looked behind yourself, Keanu was watching the two of you.

“It’s not…” you started, embarrassed. “We’re just friends.”

“He doesn’t want to be just friends,” Tom said, his gaze returning to you. “Neither do you.”

“Tom…” his name came out of your lips in a low, soft tone. You didn’t know why you felt this guilty. It wasn’t like you and Tom had anything going on. Maybe there could have been once, but not anymore. You were just great friends.

“Good night, darling.” There it was again, the little sad smile and with one final kiss to your cheek, he walked away.

You remained there for a moment longer, your hand pressed against the smooth wood of your front door as Tom’s words kept running through your head. Was he right? Turning slowly, you found Keanu standing right behind you and the sight made you jump a small laugh bubbling from your chest.

“I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s ok.” You smiled at him, hand in your chest, your heart thundering. “Just make some noise, will you? Maybe I should tie a bell on your wrist or something.”

“Maybe,” he chuckled, covering his mouth slightly and your heart swoon. How was he this adorable?

“Ke…” you hesitated, wringing your hands together nervously as you looked at him. “I, uh…. Are you going?”

“If you want me to,” he replied softly, meeting your eyes and you smiled.

“I don’t.”

“Good.”

He stared at you for a long time and you fought the urge to squirm. There was something in his eyes like he was looking deep inside you, unraveling your deepest secrets and you felt exhilarated and terrified. What could he see there? Could he see how much you wanted him? Did you want him to see it?

“He loves you, you know?” Keanu said finally breaking the quiet and started a little. “Tom.”

Your first impulse was to say no. To laugh it off because that was what you always did. You loved Tom and everyone knew that. You just didn’t love him like that. And he couldn’t love you like that. But right now, under Keanu’s heavy gaze, you couldn’t bring yourself to deny it.

“I know,” you sighed. “But I don’t.”

“Why not?”

You’ve asked yourself that same question more times you could count. Tom was funny and charming, the perfect gentleman. He adored you and was closer in age to you, but something was missing there. That spark. As cheesy as it sounded.

Your heart didn’t leap in your chest when you saw Tom. Not like it did as soon as your eyes laid on Keanu. You were excited to see him of course, he was a dear friend, but you counted the seconds to see Keanu, eager to be close to him and talk to him. To feel his arms around you, cradling you close, surrounding you with his scent and warmth…

“He’s not you,” you confessed quietly, and Keanu smiled. It was just a quick tilt of lips, before his mouth descended over yours, soft and gentle, but full of promises.

You anchored yourself with your hands on his shoulders as you felt your legs suddenly weak, boneless. Your entire world reduced to the feel of his lips on yours, the taste of him, the feel of his beard against your skin. Everything you craved for so long.

You backed away, tugging Keanu with you, until your back was at the door, supporting you as much as his hands on your hips. His thumb rubbed circles against the soft fabric over your hipbone and desperation burned in your guts. You wanted to feel his hands on your bare skin.

Pulling away from his lips so you could meet Keanu’s eyes, you noticed the rings of brown usually so warm were darkened by his need for you. Your shaky fingers moved to the knot of your dress, undoing it quickly and letting the dress fall open, framing your body and the purple lingerie you had on.

His gaze devoured you as he very gently pushed the edges of the dress aside until it slipped from your shoulders and pooled on the floor behind you. You wished he would do anything besides just looking. His intense eyes made you feel beautiful, but it also allowed insecurity to grow in your chest. What if he didn’t like what he saw?

Keanu’s hands finally returned to you, rough callouses from a lifetime of motorcycles, basses, and guns catching on the silkiness of your skin, making goosebumps rise on your arms as he caressed them gently, moving down to your hips and thighs. His lips met your neck for wet kisses and teasing nips that had your arching towards him, soft little gasps filtering through your mouth.

You brought your own hands under his shirt, exploring the broad, strong back, nails scratching slightly, making him hiss. His grip tightened a little in response, his mouth sucking harder on your collarbone, sparking pleasure and making wetness gather between your legs.

“Ke…” your voice was needy as he sucked your nipple through the lace of your bra. You arched towards his mouth, fingers threading through his hair. “Maybe we should take this to the bedroom,” you suggested. “Or at least the couch.”

“Yeah.” His voice was almost rumble and with a final kiss to your breast, Keanu straightened up, looking at you. “Lead the way.”

You made a path to your bedroom, walking a couple of steps in front of him, making sure to put an extra sway in your step so Keanu could enjoy the view of your ass.

The second the two of you crossed the threshold, you felt him arms surrounding you, his bare chest warm against your back and you had no idea when he took his shirt off, but you were very glad he did.

His lips connected to your neck again, his hands cupping and massaging your breasts and you pushed back against his erection, still confined in his jeans, pressing against your lower back. Hot arousal spread through your body and you turned around in his arms, finding his mouth again while your hands worked on the button of his pants.

“You’re sure?” Keanu whispered as you kissed down his neck. “We can slow down. We can…”

“No,” you said firmly, lowering yourself to your knees in front of him as you pulled his zipper down and pulled his cock free. “I want you right now.”

Licking your lips, you moved closer, letting your tongue taste him and feel the smooth and hot skin. Keanu moaned softly above you, his hand coming to your hair, pushing it away from your face and when you glanced up, his eyes were on you.

You made sure to put on a show for him, taking him deeper into your mouth, lips wrapping tightly around his thick length, tongue flat against the underside vein as you bobbed your head, pushing as much of him you could take, before pulling away with a small pop and starting all over again. Tongue swirling the tip of his cock, gathering the precum hungrily so you could taste the salty bitterness of him.

“Fuck! Stop,” Keanu asked, tugging on your hair softly until you pulled away and smirked at him, at his hooded eyes and heaving chest. “Come here.”

He pulled you up, catching your lips again, this time his kiss was rougher, almost bruising and you loved it. Just like you loved the way his hands touched all over, teasing and toying with you, keeping you on edge.

Keanu guided you to lay on your back, his lips trailing down your body, tongue hot and teeth sharp as he explored and discovered all the spots that made you writhe and moan for him until you were lost in ecstasy and begging him to touch you where you needed him the most.

When he finally reached his destination, you nearly shouted at the way he sucked you through the lace of your panties, the fabric offering a very welcome texture to his wicked tongue that licked and pressed against your clit.

Only when your panties were completely soaked Keanu pulled them off, exposing you to the cool air of the room and you shivered, until his mouth connected to your clit again, two of his fingers pressing inside you, crocking up as he rubbed your g-spot and making you moan at the shot of pleasure.

“You’re so responsive,” he marveled. “I love it.”

“Not more than I do.” Your chuckle turned into a moan as he hummed against you, the vibrations making you arch, hands coming to his hair to pull him closer. “Right there. Don’t stop. I’m gonna…”

You whined when he did stop and looked at you with a lazy smirk.

“I wanna feel you coming around my cock,” Keanu declared, standing up and yanking his pants off, along with his boxers. He caught your legs and pulled you towards him until half of your ass was out of bed, your feet behind his back, heels on his ass.

He rubbed the tip of his cock over your folds teasingly before he pushed inside you so slowly that you felt the urge to try and move to speed things along, but you had no leverage to do so. You were at Keanu’s mercy and it was exciting and strange. You rarely gave up control during sex.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he grunted breathlessly, his hair curtaining his eyes for a moment. “It feels perfect.”

“Yeah.” You focused on the sweet burn of him stretching you, the texture of his cock rubbing your walls, making that knot of pleasure increase inside you.

Keanu only stopped when he was fully sheathed in you, resting his forehead against your chest as both of you adjusted to how your union felt.

“Ke, I need you to move,” you asked, desperate to feel more of him. “Fuck me.”

He grinned at you, large hands tightening around your thighs, keeping them spread for him as he started to move, slowly at first, grinding into you. But eventually picking up speed, his thrusts getting harder, making you grab at the edge of the mattress so as not to slide upwards on the bed, your breasts bouncing with the force of his movements.

Desperate cries fell from your lips as pleasure overtook you and all you could focus on was the sensations in your body. The deep heat spreading from your center to the rest of your body, making all of your nerve-ends tingle. The smell of your sweat mingled with Keanu’s. The taste of yourself on his lips as he bent over to kiss you, tongue plundering into your mouth as hard as his cock was doing to your cunt.

Soon, you were reaching between your bodies, rubbing your clit, chasing the peek of your pleasure, feeling Keanu losing his own rhythm as his thrusts became sloppy, his groans louder until he stilled above you, fingers digging almost painfully on your thighs as he came inside you.

He took only a couple of seconds to breathe before he was pushing your hand away, taking charge of working your clit, his other hand coming to play with your nipple, pinching lightly and making you buckle and mewl.

“Come on, baby, I wanna see you coming all over my cock,” he coaxed, this thumb applying the perfect amount of pressure, rubbing hard and fast and your orgasm took you by surprise, making you cry out and claw at his strong biceps, body shaking as you squeezed around him. “That’s it. Fuck! You feel so good.”

Keanu kissed your belly and chest, whispering sweet nothings against your skin until you calmed down, your body finally sated, mind dazed with pleasure.

“That was amazing,” you grinned sleepily at him and Keanu smiled back, kissing you softly.

“It was perfect. You’re perfect,” he said, pushing your hair away from your face. “Can I stay?”

“I wasn’t planning on letting you leave,” you replied, smiling at him. Knowing you made the right choice tonight.

xxx

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