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bubblepopsims · 5 months

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Evan and Courts didn't answer any message on their phones for a few days, they only took phone calls and when they did they kept them short. They took a few days off to fly to Sulani.

Evan: " My beautiful friends, sorry for the lack of messages but me and Polpettina flew to Sulani, we needed some time away and just for ourselves" The couple was lying in bed after a day out and rejoicing for the cooler temperature and lack of mosquitoes (always be blessed the mosquitoes repellent). "We just took a few pics this morning, before going to the beach so here is the first"

Courts: "It's my fault, I needed to be away from everyone for a bit and just be with Evan." Courts started reading Juju's message. "@Juju you beautiful human, don't you ever say you look trash! I will tell you everyday you are gorgeous, I will send you a message every morning if I have to! We totally understand what you mean about you and Izzy 😳"

Evan: " I always make Courts legs weak before she can do anything 🤭 Oh I don't need any pic to held me accountable to my promises😜 She will blush if you touch her ass especially if she isn't expecting it, she is the cutest when she blushes. OMG your mom looks stunning! You also look very alike O_O"

Courtney: "There is nothing sexier than your partner sweaty and doing some manual labor, @Juju you must be happy Izzy is so sweet helping your dad building a tree house for Conrad. I want a tree house too!"

Evan: " We don't have a tree where we can build it but I can do something else to get sweaty and sexy."

Courtney lightly kicked Evan, knowing exactly what he meant; in response he held his hands up feigning innocence.

Courtney: " We aren't trying to seduce anyone Rafa, we are just naturally sexy and the twins are the sweetest, I don't understand why they aren't with you or Evan, I will ask next time."

Evan: "That manly man does things to me Maddie, that hairy chest 🤤"

Courts chuckled and stopped to talk to Evan "Bestio, don't you think you are taking it a bit too far with Rafa?"

Evan: "Rafa is a really good friend of mine, he is up there with Hermes. He knows me and he knows it is all just a joke although he gets a bit worked up when I talk about his ass. I really really respect him you know, I told him many times but I feel I should tell him again. I hope to see him and Maddie soon. I really miss him."

Evan: "MADDIE!! MADDIE!! I thought Rafa proposed I was ready to say yes to be his best man! It's serious though I lost every chance I had with him, every hope forever gone 😭😭😭 unless..."

Courtney: "@Maddie I am so happy he got you the ring, Rafa is so thoughtful, I am really happy he found you and that you found him, you both deserve all the happiness 🥰. Evan does that too, he whispers very naughty things whenever he can. I'll never get used to it."

Evan: "All jokes aside tell Rafa I love him and I am happy for him. I will call him later"

Evan: "@Emillie @Asuka you two are wild, that is why I like you 🤣"

Courtney: "You're pics are so cute girls, if I didn't know any better I would think you were always like this, cute and romantic 😂 I am always in awe when I look at you. @emillie will you record the dildo song for me?"

Evan: "We'll come soon enough to visit hopefully! Get ready and stay sexy 😏 Also @Juju WTF Those shower pics! Polpettina is staring avidly, she is sure Izzy bit down on that ass cause no one could resist. As we all know she as a biting problem 🤣 This is all for now, I think we will now go back to ghosting you. Courts needs hugs and I need some sleep."

Maddi Madpie hearted all the pictues

Maddi Madpie: "Polpettina!!! POLPETTINA!!🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 AHHHH i dont know what it means but its so cute!!!you guys are the fucking cutest WEARING MY COLOR! YOU GUYS ARE IN PINKKKKKKKKK!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! @Smokey Quartz MY LOVELY LOVELY YOU LOOK SO GOOD IN PINK T-T OMG OKAY I HAVE TO SHOW MY UGLY SICKLY FACE BECAUSE OF PINK!! 💕💗💞💓🌸💘🌷🎀💄🐽👚🩷👛🦩🐖🩰🎟️AHHHH!. BUT I WILL SAY MY HAIR IS FALLING IN SUCH A CICHE WAY! I DONT KNOW!"

Maddi Madpie: " Sickly baby @Smokey Quartz but don't apologize at all.. honestly i got sick so i've been feeling a lot of anxiety and isolation. As you can see no Rafa.. I don't want to get him sick, since he somehow has the immune system of an elder XD. But i miss him.... UGHHH I spend 99.99% of my time with him 1% with work, yogi baby which she doesn't want to be around me... she is under my bed instead... but yeah and also friends but all the rest of the time i am with my grizzly bear and i miss himmmm T_T I'm envious. yes thank you😭🩷🥹 i wear it everyday..... 💅🏻I am very happy we chose each other... T-T wahhh i missss himmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!! OOOHHHH BUT.BUT.BUT BUT.BUT!!!!!! @ Evan... I am about to send some pictures BUT YOU HAVE TO PROMISE! You can't say anythinnnngggggg or I'll get punished.... actually..... maybe do tell him.. I need help sweating this fever out at some point.BUT ANYWAY WITHOUT FURTHER WITH HOLDING! I BEHOLD THE HOLY GRAIL"

Maddi Madpie: "......... i told him I missed him and he sent me these..... of the course of days i been deadly... WHEN I SAY I WAS BOTH SHOCKED AND JUST FUCKING GUSHING! i was gushingggggggggg HE SENT ME HIS ASS!!! @ Evan HE SENT ME HIS BEAUTIFUL PLUMP PERFECTLY SLAPPABLE LUCIOUS HAIRY, GOD I WANT TO GRIP THEM CHEEKS!! !!! LOOK AT IT ! @ Evan and yes your eyes are correct... HE IS WEARING THE GIFT😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍! now let me just give some backstory.. we got the box of goodies which by the way heheheheh i love you guys.. but he was very against them at first found them a "of course evan would send me this..." so i gave him an offer he couldn't refuse.. and he decided to literally TAKE ME OUT..... wearing the daddy shirt i bought him because i found it funny 🤣🩷 him wearing a fucking DADDY shirt 🩷🩷 mmmm but just look at him... !! "

Jujubug HEARTED all the pictures

JujuBug: " @Smokey Quartz @Evan my bbysssssss gooood!!! I'm so glad you guys went on vacation and had some you time.. Izzi and I are craving more now than ever ... things have been just chaotic honestly so PLEASE PLEASE enjoy it!!!! @Maddi Madpie.... one question😤. WHY THE EVER LOVING FUCK ARE YOU NOT ON THAT MAN??? BECAUSE YOUR SICK ?? GET OUT OF HERE !! YOU GUYS WILL SHARE SHIT ONE DAY AND WILL BE AROUND EACH OTHER WHEN YOUR SICK! JUST JUMP THE GUN! Jesus.... if Izzi sent me pictures like that BEST BELIEVE I AM DROPPING EVERYTHING! THAT MAN IS ZADDY! speaking of my lovely love of god izzi is fucking sexy.@ Blue Smurf and @ Izzi Frizzi are in a photo shoot for a side project Asuka is doing... and guys... GUYS! I can't wait for @ Asuka Lovely to post them! AHHHH i am wet.. that's all I am going to say"

Maddi Madpie: "@ Jujubug.. because ...... 🫣🫣but Em.... in a photoshoot... holy shit she must really fucking love Asuka and i know Asuka dressed her up too XD HA!and Izzi I don't even know what to expect."

JujuBug laughed at Maddi Madpie's response

JujuBug: "@ Maddi Madpie you have no fucking idea......."

2 hours later

Asuka Lovely is Online

Asuka Lovely: "Oh shit... 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 I open this and all I see is such sexy faces allllllll around WHAT A PERFECT TIMING! BUT FIRST @ Smokey Quartz cutie pie shhhh you do no wrong in our eyes. you are perfect <3 @ Evan you are tan and pink hehehehe you are giving me surfer beach kid hahaha it's cute you guys are absolutely fucking MMMMPPPPFT! Let us be in the sammmmwhicccchhhhh T_T @Maddi Madpie girlie I agree with @ Jujubug .... WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DENY YOURSELF THAT! HOLY HELL THAT'S FULLY WHAT HE IS HIDING ?? DAMN, I MEAN... YEAH NO DAMN. you are ridiculous for not letting that man take care of you...! GET IT TOGETHER AND JUST LOOK AT THOSE PICTURES AGAIN! but ill brb i have to get these pictures edited and then I'll share :3"

Maddi Madpie: " OH @ Evan Rafa said you have a phone use it. i think that means in Rafa language you can just text him and tell him that yourself and not go through me because he honestly does not want to say out loud that he loves you too XD Even though we did have a conversation about your guys friendship last night.. and i can tell he loves you too. you are one of his closest friends and is very happy that you grew up and got the girl too :3 you guys been through some things too, but Just don't tell him I told you that.. or I won't hear more hahaha unless you tell me when you come visit :D "

JujuBug: "Awwww.....wait oh my god he is just moving up on the one of the best humans to ever walk this earth... you can always tell someone just genuinely loves someone when they are just happy that the person grew.. that's deep T_T Maddiii Marry him.. MARRY HIM!"

Maddi Madpie: " @ JujuBug... I..."

JujuBug: "i know @ Maddi Madpie you should tell him"

Asuka Lovely: "My sexy sexy SEXY SEXY BABY I MEAN when I tell you how i had to learn how to breathe while taking these.... I had to learn how to breathe... Em gave me the eyes... and worked her outfit.. she hated it for a good while. literally said why the fuck would i want a string so far up in my fucking kidneys... dumbass... i can't stand her sometimes.. BUT i think my reactions were fuelling her... i don't blush like EVER! and Em made me flustered... my knees buckled... my throat was dry.. it was like my ever-longing crush glazed my fucking way type shit... <.< SHE IS ANNOYING!! WHY IS SHE HOT!?"

Maddi Madpie: "I don't even know how to react because is that my best friend. duh of course it is BUT LIKE ACTUALLY???!!! you put her in a sexy fucking outfit honestly I know for a fact she loved the harness."

Asuka Lovely laughed at Maddi Madpie's comment.

Asuka Lovely: "SHE DID that and the boots XD hated the colors hated the fact she had to be in this Christmas-themed one. but i told her to suck it up or I won't dance for her."

Maddi Madpie hearted Asuka Lovely's comment

TMaddi Madpie: "She is fucking ridiculous oh my god only Emillie 😂😂🤣OKAY NOW LETS SEE IZZI BECAUSE IM CURIOUS... LIKE REALLLLLY CURIOUS AFTER SEEING EM."

Asuka Lovely: "LORD AND BEHOLD."

Maddi Madpie: "🤯🤯😱😱HOLY SHIT! WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT IS THAT IZZI ?!?!?!?! @ JujuBug"

JujuBug: "YES THAT IS MY LOVE!!!! IN A FUCKING THONG THIGH HIGHS AND HEELS AND MAKEE UP! Izzi wanted to be spooky but also go with lingerie.... i had to do some convincing... A LOT OF IT... BUT IZZI GAVE US BODYYYYYYYYYYYYY !!! THATS MY FUCKING BABY ! THATS MY STAR!!!! I want them to keep it on.. for science..... you know... just run some tests.... a lot of themmm...."

Asuka Lovely: "Honestly Izzi shocked all of us... they worked the camera and didn't seem shy about it at all.... i don't know what the agreement was between them and juju but this was a HIT!"

Maddi Madpie: "Just know I'm sending all of these to Rafa👀👀”

JujuBug: "By the end of my wedding he will be in this chat i don't give a fuck. 😤😤he won't be able to say no to me."

Maddi Madpie: "Good fucking luck.... that the one thing he is so strongly about not being a part of at all...😅 i think its cause we blow it up quite frequently😎🩷 he is my grizzy bear fo a reason, solo hermit mode."

JujuBug: "well i am persasive and it can be my wedding present."

JujuBug: "Any way we love you guys and I hope everyone recovers well 💜oh I took my hair out 😉”

Maddi Madpie: "........... @ Everyone .... talking about Rafa made me cave.......🫣🫣🫣 i needed my grizzly bear😩he even brought me my favorite food and stopped to get me coffee from my favorite coffeeshop.. not including all the kisses and hugs i instantly received. and he said i was super cutie all sniffly 🥹🩷🩷oh oh oh andddd including looppppyyy meds so hehehe i am currently laying on him and he is cozy, i like rubbing my noise against his chest ha-"

Maddi Madpie: "Madalyn is going to bed."

Blue Smurf: “@ Smokey Quartz yes I will most definitely record the dildo song for you 😘”

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Top 22 KPop idols?

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mosleykeegan6 · 2 years

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hearts-hunger · 2 years

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hollow to the touch || sam kiszka x reader

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Summary: At a party, you let your insecurity get the better of you and act out in jealousy, and the consequences cut deep for both you and Sam. At home, both of you hope that love is enough to fill up every hollow in a lover’s heart.

Pairings: Sam Kiszka x Reader | Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff | Word Count: 5.6k | Warnings: negative body image, allusions to infidelity, fighting, smoking

Title Song: “Holland” by Novo Amor (my number one angsty sammy song)

A/N: So, I like to break my own heart? I guess? I don’t really know where this fic came from, but I loved writing it! Please let me know what you think — since I don’t write angst that often, I know there’s lots of ways for me to improve :) I hope you like it! ♡

This night just kept getting better and better.

You held your glass in a tighter grip than you needed to, jealousy rearing its ugly head as you looked across the sea of partygoers. There, in front of god and everybody, your boyfriend was laughing and talking and having a grand old time with the prettiest girl in the room. It made your blood boil.

The rational part of you recognized that you’d been awful company as soon as you stepped through the door, so you couldn’t exactly blame him for wanting to spend time with someone else. Though Sam had tried his level best to coax you into having a good time with him, he’d given up when you found a spot at the bar and told him to let you be. He’d done so, giving you a fed-up roll of his eyes but still opening a tab for you before he left.

You took another sip of your drink, watching Sam and that Hollywood starlet type who hung on his every word. Whatever the rational part of your mind said, it all went out the window at the sight of the two of them enjoying each other’s company.

She was gorgeous. Her lithe body was wrapped up in a wine-colored dress, jewels glittering at her neck as they caught the light. She was fashionable, confident, effortlessly sexy. She looked right at home at the lavish party filled with Nashville’s musical elite.

You fussed with the neckline of your own dress, a starry, rose-colored cocktail dress frothy with tulle and crinoline. You’d loved it when you bought it, and Sam had said it made you look as sweet as cotton candy. It didn’t hurt that it hid the parts of your figure you weren’t so fond of under a high waistline and a belled-out skirt. You’d chosen it tonight to match the tiny rose and champagne-colored details on Sam’s black suit, and he’d told you how pretty you looked and made you blush.

As soon as you’d stepped into the party, though, you immediately felt out of place. You stood out in the sea of stunning, elegantly vogue partygoers, and you were a little surprised at how quickly insecurity sank its claws into you. You were a shy, small-town girl in a sweet little pink dress, and you were incredibly self-conscious. Sam had offered you his arm and inadvertently made it worse, showing you off like you were the most beautiful woman there.

You’d taken your insecurity out on him and been unkind, telling him to take you home when you’d not been there five minutes. He tried to puzzle out what was wrong, but you were too embarrassed to tell him. Finally, confused and frustrated with your sudden change in attitude, he’d left you at the bar like you’d said you wanted.

“I’ve listened to some of their music,” you heard the girl in the red dress say, her voice drifting over the crowd. You couldn’t miss the way she looked at him, all doe-eyed and drawn to the effortless charisma Sam possessed in spades. He was ravishing in his all-black suit, his short hair almost curly and his eyes darkened with a little bit of smokey makeup. He, too, fit right in with everyone at this party, and they made a handsome pair.

Their conversation was lost to you again, and you fussed with your earring until it hurt.

It wasn’t just that you couldn't hold a candle to her. What really stung was the thought that Sam was having a better time with her than he would be with you, even though that was entirely your fault.

That was the problem, really. You knew you were being a handful, and for such a silly reason. Worse, you knew that if you’d just admit how you were feeling, Sam would do everything in his power to make you feel beautiful and confident and comfortable. You were raw with guilt and angry at yourself, but you were embarrassed at the mere thought of pulling Sam away from the party he’d been looking forward to because you couldn’t manage your own insecurity.

You fought to control your discomfort, feeling it quickly reach the point of irritability and nastiness the longer you sat there. And then, as if the universe was conspiring to make this the worst night of your life, you saw Sam put his hands on her.

She’d stumbled, probably tripping over her wobbly heels and unbalanced by the wine she’d been drinking. Sam immediately moved to catch her, steadying her with one hand while somehow managing to keep his own drink from spilling. They laughed as he straightened her back up, and then his free hand was back in his pocket and it was like the whole thing had never happened.

Like you were possessed by it, the self-consciousness and jealousy that had been gnawing at you finally reached a fever pitch and sent you spiraling.

You downed the last of your drink and set it on the bar, hardly needing the boost of liquid courage to spur you towards your spiteful, half-cocked scheme. You saw Sam perk up when you left the bar, and you knew that even from across the room, he’d kept a protective watch over you.

You hesitated for a second, all those ugly feelings warring with a simple want for his affection. You could be honest with him, and he wouldn’t be upset with you.

But then his beautiful companion said something that made him laugh, and your bitterness roared to life again.

You found yourself on the outskirts of the dance floor, only a few feet away from where Sam and the girl were standing by the deejay. Shutting off the part of you that begged you not to do something so stupid, you found the closest single guy you could find and asked if you could dance.

He was delighted to have you join him, and though you knew it was wrong, you felt a cruel thrill of pleasure as he put his hand on your waist. He was good-looking in a stocky sort of way, like a football player, and he wasn’t shy as he drew you close enough that you could feel him through the bell of your skirt. The music switched to a pop song you knew Sam would hate, and you reached your hand up to rest on the guy’s shoulder.

Before you’d even made it halfway, a familiar, wiry hand took hold of your wrist and snatched your hand back.

“Pardon us,” Sam said to the guy, smooth as could be while you fumed and tried to get your wrist out of his grip. He just squeezed you tighter.

The guy’s eyebrows shot up. “Is this your girl?”

“Isn’t she a prize?” Sam agreed, a stiff smile on his face. “We’ll let you get back to the party now.”

To his credit, the guy swung his gaze to you even though he could not have been more eager to avoid getting tangled up in a lover’s quarrel.

“You’re ok with this?” he asked you. “You know this guy?”

You were flush with embarrassment and anger, but you wouldn’t cause trouble. Not that kind of trouble, anyways.

“Yes,” you bit out. “He’s my boyfriend.”

The guy was satisfied with that, and he wasted no time distancing himself from the two of you. Sam watched him go for a second, and it was more than enough time for you to get slammed with wave after wave of guilt, frustration, and fear.

You’d absolutely lost your head. What could have possessed you to do such a thing? You held tight to your jealousy to keep from bursting into tears, trying to remind yourself why you’d gone and done such a foolish, ugly thing, scrambling to find a way to justify it. You bit back the apology that threatened to spill out, worried he was too angry with you to listen, furious at the embarrassment that burned hot across your face at the mess you’d caused.

He didn’t seem to notice your raging emotions, or if he did, he didn’t seem to care. He started towards the hallway, all but dragging you behind him.

“Let me go!” you snapped, slapping at his hand. He didn’t, and you had no choice but to follow him into a quieter but still crowded part of the house.

“Sam!” you protested. You tried to pry his fingers off of you, and he stopped and turned to face you.

“Quit that,” he said sharply. “You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you run off to find somebody else to fuck around with.”

“Let me go,” you said again, furious.

He gave a bitter laugh. “Oh no, sweetheart. You’re not getting off that easy.”

He started walking again, and you fought him every step of the way to the far side of the house. It was much less crowded back there, and Sam had no trouble finding a place for the two of you to be alone in the gorgeous old study.

He let you go when he’d locked the door behind you, and you put as much distance between you and your boyfriend as you could.

“You care to explain what just happened out there?”

His tone was low, but he was livid. You turned from the window, your determination not to talk to him quickly undone by your defensiveness.

“You first,” you spat.

He stepped towards you. “I don’t have anything to explain. You, on the other hand, need to get started saying something real quick.”

You gave him a disdainful look. “Or what?”

He worked his jaw.

“What do you want me to say?” he asked. “That I’ll go find somebody else and hurt you like you hurt me?”

He shook his head in disgust. “I won’t do that to you, no matter how much I want to right now. But if you won’t talk, I’m taking you home and staying at Danny’s until you’re finished with this little act.”

“What act?” you demanded. You marched over to him and dug an accusing finger into the breast of his jacket. “I was doing the exact same thing you were doing with that girl.”

“You were not,” he snapped, batting your hand away. “Don't try and pin this on me. She and I were just having a conversation.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but something made you think better of it, if only for a moment. He was right, as much as it burned you to admit; there had been nothing inappropriate in their interaction. He’d been a perfect gentleman, and you’d let your insecurity run wild until you’d gone and done something you knew would hurt him. You’d treated him badly, and you were ashamed of it.

And yet, as you remembered the way she’d made him laugh, you were flooded with jealousy again. You shored up the bitterness of your guilt and shame and turned it into anger, because it was easier to fight with him than to ask him to forgive you.

“Must have been an awfully engaging conversation,” you said venomously. “What were you talking about?”

“Who cares?” he asked, clearly exasperated with the question. “I don’t know, just stuff. Music. Her job. Normal shit.”

“Hm. And were you still ‘just having a conversation’ when you put your hands on her?”

He looked unimpressed with your attempt at getting a rise out of him.

“She tripped,” he said. “As you clearly saw. She was a little tipsy and lost her balance. I couldn't exactly let her go careening to the floor, now could I?”

You almost wished he had.

“So, let’s recap, shall we?” he said. “I was having a conversation with someone and I offered her a hand when she tripped. All perfectly normal things to do. But...”

He looked at you with barely restrained fury. “Remind me what you were doing.”

You knew from his expression that he knew exactly what you’d been doing, and it made you a little sick to your stomach to know he’d seen the whole thing. But you couldn’t take it back now, and you let your anger spill over to mask the guilt.

“We were talking,” you said.

“Talking?” he repeated. His face was flushed with anger. “You were practically grinding on him!”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic. We were dancing. So what?”

“So what, huh? That’s the best you’ve got?” Before you could get out of reach, he pulled you flush to him, one hand pressed hard against the small of your back.

“I’m the only one allowed this close to you,” he said, his voice dangerously controlled. “Dancing or not. Are we clear?”

When you didn't answer, he pressed you closer.

“You could have gotten yourself into trouble,” he said, and for the first time, you heard something like fear in his voice. “It could have been so much worse.”

Despite his anger, you were surprised how quickly you melted at the feel of him holding you, his body warm and lean and strong against you. If you were honest with yourself, you wouldn't have expected any less from him than this; you wouldn't have wanted anything less. His anger was protective, rightfully jealous of your affection; it spoke volumes that he loved you enough to be this upset with you. Against your better judgement, you let him hold you.

“He didn't do anything,” you said. It wasn't the complete truth, but you hadn't let it get out of hand.

He shook you a little, like he was trying to make you see sense. “He was holding you like this, wasn't he?”

You were a little lost in him. “No.” Nobody ever held you like this except Sam.

His eyes flashed with frustration. He knew his touch was all but draining the fight out of you, and he couldn't quite decide if he was ready for your argument to end.

“What if something had happened?” he demanded. “What if he'd tried to hurt you?”

You felt a flicker of indignation and opened your mouth to say you'd had it under control, but nothing could have been further from the truth. If you'd had any control at all, you wouldn't be in this mess.

You put your hand to his chest and pushed him back in contempt.

“You don’t control what I do, Sam.”

“You’re right,” he said. “I don’t. But I am responsible for you, and I have to fix whatever you break.”

You tried not to think about the damage you'd done tonight.

“I deserve for you to show me some respect,” he said. “And I deserve for you to talk to me instead of making a fool of both of us just to get my attention.”

You flushed with shame and fury.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you spat. “If I wanted your attention, I would have just asked for it.”

That was an outright lie, and both of you knew it, but you weren’t going to let go of it.

“I mean, do you think I want your attention right now?” you asked spitefully. “Because I couldn’t have been clearer about wanting to be left alone. You practically dragged me in here.”

“You embarrassed me,” he said, his voice icy. “More importantly, you embarrassed yourself, and I was doing you a favor getting you out of there before it got any worse.”

You couldn't tell if the sting of tears you felt came from hurt or anger. You knew you were an embarrassment.

“Why did you even bring me if you’re so embarrassed by me?”

“I wasn’t,” he said. “Not until you were dirty dancing with that guy in front of the whole world. I brought you because you said you wanted to go. I brought you because I thought it would be nice to spend time together.”

He gave you a contemptuous look. “This’ll teach me, I guess.”

That one smarted, and you nursed the bruise of it to fuel your ire.

“Fine,” you said. “Don’t bring me to any more of your fancy parties. Find a different date for every one. See if I care.”

He ran a hand through his hair, trying to get a hold of his anger. He took a deep breath.

“What the hell’s going on with you?” he asked. “Did I do something to make you angry?”

He’d been nothing but sweet to you all day, but you’d wound him up so badly now that he was looking for ways he’d slighted you. You stamped out the spark of guilt that flared to life in your chest.

“Other than flirting with some girl?” you asked.

“I wasn’t flirting with her and you know it,” he snapped. “Cut the bullshit and just tell me what’s wrong.”

No. You couldn't bear to. After all this, after the mess you’d made, after you’d wounded him and fought with him and driven him to the end of his patience with you, you couldn’t admit why you’d done it. You were too ashamed.

He closed the distance between you and, to your utter surprise, cradled your face in his big hands.

“I wanted to be with you,” he said, earnest despite his frustration with you. “I would much rather have been talking with you. But you were so upset with me when we got here, and you wouldn’t tell me what was wrong. You told me to leave you be and I did.”

You swallowed back the feeling of tears that grew stronger with each passing moment.

He sighed and let his hands drop. “I wish that instead of putting on a show, you’d just come to me instead. You should have just admitted you were jealous.”

“I wasn’t jealous,” you lied, stung by how easily he’d read you. “Why would I be? I didn’t have anything to be jealous of.”

He looked at you like he was seeing you clearly for the first time all night, and you blushed vividly.

“No, you didn’t,” he agreed, but not in the unkind way you’d meant it. He looked at you evenly, and you hated how vulnerable you felt.

“I love you,” he said after a moment, and it was like a sucker punch. Every bit of fight went out of you.

“Even when you do things to hurt me,” he said. “I love you, and I think you’re beautiful, and I won’t ever hurt you.”

You barely managed to bite back a sob.

“And I don’t want you to think you have to pull some crazy stunt to get my attention,” he said. “You have it. You have all of me. No matter what.”

You felt so heartsick it was like a physical pain.

“Sam,” you started. “I...”

You couldn't make yourself say it. The fear of his rightful anger when he knew why you’d done such a foolish thing made the words stick in your throat.

He shook his head.

“Forget it,” he said, tired and defeated. “I don’t...”

He took a deep breath.

“I forgive you,” he said. “And I’m sorry if I hurt you. I didn’t mean to.”

“Sam,” you said, your eyes welling with tears. His forgiveness cut you like a knife, and you needed to explain yourself, even if just the thought of it scared you to death. Maybe if you said it quickly enough, if you let the words rush out of you —

“It’s ok,” he said, putting up a hand to stop you from saying anything. “It’s not... going to make things any better at this point, sweetheart. It’s ok.”

You nodded, biting your lip to keep the tears from falling. He’d given you more than enough chances to explain yourself, to apologize; if he wanted you to be quiet, you would.

“Alright, let’s...” He rubbed a hand over his forehead, like he was warding off a headache. “Let’s go home.”

“Are you...” You trailed off, timid as you looked up at him.

He sighed. “Am I what?”

You fussed with your earring, anxious. “Are you going to stay at Danny’s?”

You’d asked it so quietly you weren’t sure if he’d heard you. After a moment, he reached out and pulled your hand away from your earring.

“Quit that,” he said, and you didn’t deserve the gentleness in his voice. He let you go, and you twisted your hands together in front of you.

“No,” he said finally. “I’m not going to Danny’s.”

He unlocked the door and opened it for you, and though he didn’t tuck you against his side like he would have usually, you were thankful he didn’t leave you to find your way back outside on your own. You waited patiently by the door while he closed the bar tab and said his goodbyes, apologizing to the host for leaving so soon with a friendly smile on his face. His smile vanished as soon as he led you outside, and you felt your heart drop to your shoes.

You turned your body as far away from him as you could when you got into the car, curling up in the passenger seat with your head leaning against the window. Your dress spilled over the gear shift, and he moved it aside as he turned the car on, careful of the little stars that were liable to fall off with any rough handling.

“Sorry,” you said quickly, bundling your skirt and making sure it was out of his way. A flurry of the little stars came loose and glittered on the seat and the floorboard. You grimaced. “Sorry.”

“‘S ok, sweetheart,” he said gently. He swept his hand over the console, and a few stars sparkled on his fingers.

“I like it when you wear that dress,” he said. “It’s my favorite of yours. Makes me think of — ”

“Cotton candy,” you said, cutting him off. “I know.” You wished he wouldn’t be sweet to you, not now. You didn’t deserve it. You felt hollow, aching with shame and regret.

He nodded. “Yeah, well... I think it’s very pretty.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, unable to stop a few tears as you turned your face away from him. “Thank you.”

Neither of you spoke the whole way home, and you wore a perpetual blush from the few telltale signs of crying you couldn’t manage to keep hidden. His right hand flexed uncomfortably, used to holding your hand every time he drove, and it only made your tears come faster.

You were relieved to get home, and you tried to repair yourself as much as possible as you followed him inside.

“Go get a shower,” he said, tossing his keys on the catch-all table in the foyer. “You’ll feel better.”

“You don’t want to go first?” you asked. You were still unsure of his mood, anxious to do all you could to keep this fragile peace in place.

He shook his head. “No, you go first. I’m gonna smoke a cigarette.”

You walked a few steps towards your bedroom, but then remembered you needed his help getting the zipper undone.

“Sam,” you said quietly. He looked up at you, and you blushed.

“Can you... would you mind unzipping me?”

“Sure,” he said. “Turn around.”

You did as he said, and you shivered as he brushed your hair aside and pulled your zipper down.

Neither of you moved, and you held your breath, waiting to see if he would touch you. His knuckles glanced down the curve of your shoulder blade, and your breath came in a shaky exhale.

He pulled his hand back.

“There you go,” he said, stepping back from you.

You didn’t turn to look at him. “Thank you.”

You went to your bedroom as he went out to the back porch, and you felt like a marionette whose strings had been cut. You let the dress fall to a candy-pink heap on the floor, looking at yourself in the mirror with nothing but shame and contempt.

You’d been awful to him. The thought wouldn’t let you be as you showered, and you replayed the night over and over until you were thoroughly sickened by yourself. You thought of how you would feel if Sam had done something like that to you, if he’d found a girl to get too familiar with because he hadn’t just been able to be honest with you. If he’d intentionally hurt you. If he hadn’t even apologized or tried to explain.

You sank to the shower floor and cried, trying to keep quiet even as breathless sobs wracked your body. You’d allowed yourself to be overwhelmed with insecurity instead of coming to him like you knew you should have, and it hadn’t just hurt you; it had deeply wounded the person you loved more than anyone else in the world. You didn’t know how he could forgive you.

You had to tell him the truth, and you absolutely had to apologize. He deserved your honesty and to know how sorry you were for hurting him, and you deserved whatever you got in return.

Trying to collect yourself before you did, you forced yourself to stop crying as you dressed and waited until your breaths were steady again until you left the bedroom. You were in your pajamas, your hair still dripping a little, and you fussed with the hole in the sleeve of your sweatshirt as you went out to the living room.

From out on the porch, you saw the glow of a cigarette and heard Sam’s low voice, too quiet for you to make out what he was saying. The cigarette flared as he took a drag, and you tried to decide whether or not to go out to him.

Finally, bucking up your courage, you pushed the sliding glass door and stepped outside. You could barely make out Sam’s face in the dim light from the kitchen.

“Let me call you back,” he said to whoever he was on the phone with. You heard a muted agreement and Sam hung up, pocketing his phone without taking his eyes off you.

You stood in silence for a moment, and you fidgeted under his gaze.

“Who was that?” you asked.

“Josh.” He took a last drag and put his cigarette out, leaning back against the railing. You didn’t have to ask to know what they’d talked about, but you wondered what Sam had said and how Josh had reacted to it.

You wished he would say something. You still couldn’t get a read on his mood, unable to really see his expression or parse his body language. He was open towards you, but he didn’t make a move to come closer, and you respected the distance he kept between you.

“I know you said it wouldn’t make things any better,” you said, feeling like if you didn’t start speaking you’d lose your nerve altogether. “But I want to...”

You trailed off and looked up at him, aching with guilt, wanting to run and hide instead of lay yourself bare in front of him.

“I want to try and explain what happened. Please.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment. He stuck his hands in his pockets.

“I’m listening.”

You couldn’t help a shaky sigh of relief. You’d wondered if he’d even let you speak, and you hurried on before he changed his mind.

“I know you weren’t flirting with that girl,” you said, starting with the easier truths before you tackled the hardest confessions. “You were only talking, and I shouldn’t have gotten upset. Especially when I was the one who left you, not the other way around.”

He didn't offer a reply. You looked up at him and took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the vulnerability your honesty required.

“I was jealous of her,” you admitted. “Like you said. I saw you touch her, and I let my jealousy get out of control. I went to dance with that guy to h-hurt you.” Your voice broke on the last two words, and you bit your cheek to keep the sudden flood of tears at bay.

“I wanted to hurt you,” you said, your voice shaky and tight with shame. “I wanted to make you jealous too. It was ugly and selfish and absolutely inexcusable. You don’t know how much I wish I could take it back.”

You sucked in a breath, but you couldn’t stop the tears any longer.

“And it’s not an excuse,” you continued, “but I wasn’t jealous because I thought you would do anything. I just... felt so out of place there, and I was so self-conscious and uncomfortable that I let it twist everything. She was so beautiful, and she made you laugh, and both of you fit in to the whole... I don’t know, ‘beautiful people’ thing where everybody was so fashionable and gorgeous and sophisticated. And I let my insecurity ruin everything instead of just being honest about it.”

He sighed, and it was full of heartache and sorrow.

“That’s why you were so upset,” he said, as though everything was finally clear. “I thought it might be, after, but... why didn’t you just tell me? I could have — I don’t know. Helped, somehow. I would have tried to.”

You knew he would have. You pressed a hand to your lips to keep from sobbing, and you noticed you were trembling.

“S-sam,” you managed. His name was ragged in your voice.

He pushed off the railing. “Yes, sweetheart?”

Your expression crumpled. “Can you — I know I shouldn’t ask but — can I please have a hug?”

No sooner had the words left your mouth than you were being held close, wrapped in a bear hug with no hint of hesitation or unwillingness. You wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his chest, sobbing miserably.

“I’m so sorry,” you said between hiccuping breaths. “I can’t believe — I don’t — I don’t know how I could hurt you like that, Sam. I don’t know how you can ever forgive me.”

He tightened his hold. “I already have,” he said, and it was completely sincere. “I’ve already forgiven you. I love you.”

You shook your head and couldn’t stop crying.

“You can’t. You can’t have forgiven me. I was so awful to you.”

He moved his hands to cradle your cheeks, and he tipped your face up towards him. You looked up with utter contrition, helpless under his steady gaze.

“I love you,” he said simply, firmly. He brushed his thumbs over your tear-streaked face. “I forgive you.”

Your breath caught in your chest. “Sam — ”

“Please don’t cry any more, sweetheart,” he said, his voice impossibly gentle. “It’s breaking my heart just to look at you.”

“I'm sorry,” you whispered.

He kissed your cheek. “I know you’re sorry. Please don’t be upset any more. I forgive you.”

You drew an unsteady breath.

“I love you,” you said brokenly.

He kept up his gentle kisses. You’d always known he loved you, but you’d never known just how deeply he did until now.

“I love you,” he said against your skin. “Nothing is ever going to change that, I promise.”

You felt yourself settle under his touch, safe and loved and completely forgiven. You stayed in his arms and he held you, both of you patching up each other’s heartbreak until everything was healed.

He ran a soothing hand over your back.

“I wish I’d known how you felt,” he said. “It should have occurred to me that there was... something else going on.”

You looked up at him. “I should have told you.”

He nodded. “I wish you would have. I want you to, next time it happens.”

“I will. I promise.”

He kissed you, tender and sweet.

“Because when you do,” he said, pausing to kiss you again, “you know what I’ll tell you?”

You felt yourself smile for the first time that night, and it was still a little wobbly.

“What will you tell me?”

He brushed your hair behind your ear. “I’ll tell you that you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“Sam,” you said gently.

He smiled.

“I’ll tell you that I love every inch of you,” he said, pressing closer to you. “And I think you’re smart and funny and kind and sweet. I’ll tell you I’m proud of you and wild for you and so in love with you.”

He rested his forehead against yours. “I’ll tell you I’m the luckiest guy in the world to be with you.”

You sighed and let him kiss you, melting against him as he deepened your kiss and left you breathless.

“I love you,” you said when he let you come up for air. “Sam, I love you.”

His smile was warm and gentle. “I love you too.”

He slipped his fingers under the collar of your sweatshirt, his knuckles running over your collarbone. “And I’ll say it to you as much as you want, for as long as you’ll let me.”

His touch warmed your whole body, gentle and intimate and ardent. He touched the fingers of his other hand to your jaw and tipped your face up to kiss you again.

“Let me take you to bed, sweetheart.”

You pulled back a little. You knew he’d forgiven you, but...

“You want me?” you asked. Your voice was shy, hopeful.

“I love you,” he said. “I want to be close to you.”

He looked at you with such tenderness you thought your heart might break, and you knew you wouldn’t deny him anything in your power to give. Not when he’d given you so much of himself.

“Okay,” you said softly. “Be close to me.”

—

When you were in his arms, after, you brushed your fingers over his cheek.

“I love you,” you said, as gently as you could.

He pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder and held you close, and every hollow in your heart was filled.

“My love,” he said softly, tenderly. “I love you too.”

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A Siren Song

Pairing: Robert Dubois/ Bloodsport x Reader

A/N: so I just finished watching the new Suicide Squad for the second time and I’m even more obsessed now than I was the first time I watched it. It’s a brilliant film with actually good humor, a non-sexualizing and actually empowering view on Harley Quinn (that leg scene?? y'all-), the rats?? Rat-catcher 2?? THE SHARK?? FLAG?? Who looked really good in this movie, he might be another contender for a story as well as Harley Quinn so lmk ;) but Bloodsport immediately piqued my interest because it’s Idris Elba and he’s gorgeous, I loved the complexities of his character and I want to write for him and no one else has done it yet?? so shoutout to @honey-im-emotional for the support and push to do it! also love The Bodyguard movie, helped with the inspo <3 and i’m so sorry all of my stories are similar but I HAVE A TYPE enjoy and feedback is always appreciated loves and there will be SPOILERS so be warned, also if you want a Harley one next lmk ;) (it’s so long I’m so sorry lol)

Summary: You’re a highly targeted member of the royal family, the last in your line. Bloodsport is hired to be your bodyguard to both watch and assassinate the men after you. He believes it’s below his pay-grade, but reluctantly agrees, doing so to the best of his abilities. But the closeness brings more intimacy than you two expected, and sparks fly.

Warnings: foul language, sexual content, smut, choking, light bdsm, fluffy fluff, dirty dancing, dirty talk, violence and bad guys getting murdered, mentions of Harley x Reader (y’all sexy dance and kiss), reader likes women, dom! Bloodsport, age gap, alcohol consumption, jealousy, heavy kissing, slight angst, just a good time honestly

Word Count: 3,825

You dangle from the ceiling with your aerial silk, fitting your leg in the loop you’ve created, and dangling upside down. The rope wraps around your waist as you hang gracefully from your marble walls, flying. Your friend Harley Quinn taught you how to do this years ago, it now being your favorite form of exercise and relaxation when you need a moment to clear your head.

As you lightly spin, twirling and dancing in the air with your chandelier reflecting light everywhere, a dazzling fairy floating in a sea of stars. You hear footsteps approach and move to hang upside down, facing towards the grand door. Robert Dubois, a.k.a Bloodsport, walks forward to stand directly in front of you.

You have known him a few weeks or so now, him having to watch your every move and tracking down your family’s killers. He stands and meets your eyes as you dangle, hair falling below you.

“Hi,” you giggle, face flushed with heat. “I probably look ridiculous right now.”

He composes himself so he doesn’t crack a smile, but you see his lips twitch when he speaks, “No, Mrs. y/l/n.”

“I have a first name, you know,” you grin widely. “I’m younger than you, which hardly warrants such a professional title.”

“My apologies, y/n,” he fixes himself.

“It’s alright,” you ease, filling him with a sense of softness he hasn’t felt in a long time. You flip and land on your feet, letting go of your silks.

You don’t notice as his eyes glaze over your body in your sports bra and shorts, something his cold, calculated stare should never succumb to, but he does anyway and he kicks himself for doing it. You’re his client and should therefore remain as such, no conflict of interest or thoughts other than to protect. He didn’t want this job, hell, he still doesn’t know why he said yes. Maybe it was the money. Or maybe it was upon seeing you that first time, in that star-studded gown the night of a charity gala you were attending, the way the diamond littered fabric hung over your figure, absolutely dazzled. The way you looked at him and smiled, like you were used to with all the other nobles and adoring fans. But he let himself believe it was different.

He can’t do that anymore, however, because he can’t allow for any complications. And falling for his boss is certainly a complication.

You look at him and your eyes widen with realization, “Oh, I’m sorry. Let me cover up.”

You grab a tee shirt and toss it over your exercise clothes. He looks down as you do so and clears his throat. This brings a small smile to your face.

“You called me in here,” he gestures to the necklace charm hanging around your neck that you can squeeze and send an instant distress signal whenever you need it. “What can I do for you, y/n?”

“Wanted you to spot me,” you tease, a smile overtaking your delicate features. You have a sort of stunning beauty about you that takes him by surprise every time he lays eyes on you. Which is often. You lay on your yoga mat and sit up straight with that same damned smile.

“I’m here to do a job, y/n,” he says, his deep, honeyed voice coating the way he says your name like heat to sugar. “Not aid you in your workout routine.”

“What? Your assassin training didn’t include sit ups?” you smile, tongue in cheek.

“No, but if you need a way to kill a man with a book,” he presses a foot over both of yours as you begin to do sit ups. “Then I’m your man.”

“Yeah, you and John Wick,” you breathe out with a laugh. “And shouldn’t you be in here watching me already? Not by the door?”

“This room has no windows and no other door or entrance besides the one I was standing by. I thought you would want privacy,” he averts your gaze. “I’m sure it’s a hard thing to come by these days for a woman like yourself.”

You stop what you’re doing and look up at him, blinking, “Well, you’d be right,” you tuck your hair back. “So thank you.”

He meets your eyes, bordering on a smile, “You’re welcome.”

“Is that a smile I see?” you chuckle.

The smile shines, “It was a diversion. And you failed.”

You laugh loudly, “Will the next diversion be an actual laugh?”

“Wouldn’t be a proper diversion if you knew what it was.”

You tap his feet so he’ll get the hint and let you up. You rise to your feet and dust yourself up, “I appreciate your spotting.” You press a hand to his chest and hum. Warmth radiates from your palm and he inhales sharply. “For someone who wasn’t trained, you sure are a fast learner.”

He looks at your hand and back to your eyes, heat sprouting from where your hand touches. His hand flexes at his side as he looks around the room, to the door, seeing if it’s closed.

“I-” he cocks an eyebrow then settles. “I think I should go.”

He watches you look at him with wounded eyes, brow lowered, you open your mouth then close it.

You nod, moving away from him, “Right.”

You move to walk away when he stops you, mouth by your ear, voice dropping an octave when he whispers, “Just so you know-” you tilt your head up almost instinctively to hear him better. “-my assassin training did include reminding people who they are when they’ve forgotten their place.”

You look up at him fully now, “You work for me, remember?”

“I work for money. And you didn’t hire me. I was employed by Mrs. Waller to keep you alive,” he cocks his head slightly.

“So it would be frowned upon by her when you’re unable to walk if you touch me like that again.”

You couldn’t believe he had just said that. Your eyes widen and your cheeks once again heat up, blushing. Your chest gets hot when he doesn’t break the stare like he’s calling your bluff, and fuck, did he do just that. You turn away from him.

You can hear the smile in his voice, “That’s what I thought.”

~~~

“Robert said that!?” Harley exclaims, eyes wide. Her jaw is dropped as she does her mascara aggressively in the mirror. “He’s usually so...”

You tug down your tiny halter top over your head, your bright, flattering makeup complementing the colorful swirling pattern, “An empty void with no emotion?”

She nods emphatically, agreeing, “Exactly! I had no idea he had it in him?” she raises her brow and smooths down her leather black and red dress, “Or that he wanted to put it in you-”

You slap her arm, chastising, “You don’t know that. It might have been a threat to actually paralyze me in a very not sexual way.”

“I say both are arousing,” she shrugs, platinum curls bouncing.

You roll your eyes with a small smile aimed at the floor, “Anyway-” you slip a belt through your tight jeans, hitting at your waist when you cinch it in. “We should get going if we want to get to the club on time.”

She pauses. “Y/n. Are you sure we should be doing this?”

You do a double take, “You’re telling me that we shouldn’t sneak out and have a good time?”

“I know the irony is apparent,” she looks at you with a knowing stare. “But not if it means you’re in danger. Which you are.”

“I know,” you frown. “But I’ve been locked in this house for months, I miss going out and having a life. I’m tired of being coddled.”

“I know, sweetheart,” she sighs, looking past herself in the mirror to flash me a sympathetic smile. She thinks for a beat and finally spins around, “Alright, screw it, doll, let’s go paint the town.”

You buzz with excitement, grinning, “Yay! Thank you, thank you! I wonder who will be djaying...” you trail off.

Harley’s face falls and her mouth goes in a solid, straight line, looking past your shoulder, “I don’t think anyone will be.”

You laugh, completely oblivious, “Of course there will be. There has to be music. Dancing in silence would be pretty fucking awkward.”

“This moment is pretty fucking awkward.”

“What do you mean?”

A deep, irritated voice sounds off behind you, “Because you’re not going.”

You jump out of your skin, “Shit, Robert! You scared the hell out of me!”

“You’re not going to that club,” he folds his arms over his chest. You look over him and his casual, night wear: a loose tee and low hanging joggers. You almost wipe your mouth from salivating. Your outfit elicits the same reaction.

You pinch your eyebrows together, “You can’t tell me what to do.”

“Yes, I can. I’m tasked with protecting you.”

“Yeah. And nowhere on your job description does it say ‘become my parent’. There’s not an opening now just because I don’t have one. I am a grown ass woman and I have been a prisoner in my own home. The same home where...” you pause, a lump in your throat at the reminder of your family’s passing. You shake it off, “I’m just tired. I want a piece of my life back. You can either stay here or come. Either way I’m going.”

He gives you a quick once over and contemplates his options before dropping his arms to his sides and letting out a long exhale.

“Fine.”

You somewhat relax at his defeated tone, “Fine, what?”

He relents, “You can go, but I’m coming with you. But if anything happens to you, I’m not to be blamed. I will leave your ass in that club.”

You grin and jump up to give him a tight hug around the neck. He stiffens before slowly rubbing your back. You sink into his embrace, feeling like you were floating in water, now above the surface as he brings you back to oxygen. Harley smiles at the exchange and she winks theatrically.

He glares.

It’s not long before you three arrive at the club, music blaring and colorful lights flashing over the crowded floors. From his stare and intimidating aura, the club staff thought he was a bouncer and let you all in immediately. But before he was roped into working, the three of you bee-lined to the bar.

“The prettiest and strongest drink ya got, sugar,” Harley smiles at the pretty bartender.

“And what if that’s me?” she responds, ebony hair falling onto one shoulder.

“Then I’ll have to drink you later,” Harley gives her a flirty once over and you roll your eyes.

The bartender grins and gestures towards me for my order, I answer quickly, “Scotch on the rocks.”

Robert looks at you, poorly covering his shocked expression. “Really?”

“Yeah, why?” you look up at him.

“Didn’t peg you for a straight liquor type, Ms. y/l/n,” he finally lets his hidden laugh show through, butterflies erupting in your chest. The diversion definitely worked, whatever you were thinking about before this has immediately left you.

“Then this is going to be the first surprise of many tonight, Mr. Dubois,” you return the smug look as he orders the same thing. You both share a look.

The bartender slides you all your drinks, each of you taking a long swig for liquid courage for the night. Harley’s favorite Doja Cat song comes on and she gasps, clapping excitedly when she grabs you by the wrist, pulling you on the dance floor, “Come dance with me.”

You mouth a small ‘sorry’ to Bloodsport who you left at the bar, he shakes his head with a smile over the rim of his glass, watching you guys’ drinks.

She dances wildly, jumping up and down, spinning to let her hair fall in many beautiful angles. She’s a powerful force and your greatest friend. She puts her arms around your neck and the two of you move in time with the music.

“So...” she motions to Bloodsport who’s being forced into a conversation with a woman at the bar. The woman puts her hand on his and he visibly shrinks back and whispers something to her that causes the most horrid look from the woman and for her to walk quickly away. You smile at the relief that interaction has brought you.

“So what?” you spin her around and pull her back.

“Quit with the good dancing, or I’m gonna fuck you myself,” she teases with a lightheaded giggle.

You smile, “We’ve tried that already, remember?”

“Too much history, I know, I know. Doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be nice...” she whispers into your neck, kissing the soft spot under your chin. Your skin heats up under her touch as she drags her hands down your sides, pulling you close to her so that you’re flush against her chest.

You give into her and kiss her slowly, her soft lips melt into your own when her hands tug in your hair. Harley and you have always had a complicated friendship, with enough sexual attraction to fuel a nuclear bomb, but not enough romantic. You love each other but not in the way you both need. You were in love with Robert and she is continuing to explore her sexuality because she likes women and so do you. So as she trails her hot mouth down your neck in the middle of dozens of bustling bodies and you lock eyes with an angry Bloodsport, you knew exactly what she was doing.

You whisper, out of breath, “Are you trying the jealousy trick?”

“It worked in college, didn’t it?” she kisses your cheek, smiling gently against your skin. “And it’s working now.”

“I think you’re just obsessed with kissing me,” you kiss her back.

“It was a win-win situation, doll,” she grins devilishly and you can’t help but agree. “So when you’re done with him, come see me. But right now, I have a sexy bartender lady to drink up.” You grip her hand and let her make her way to her next conquest.

Robert had seen the tail-end of your kiss, his deft fingers clenched around his whiskey glass. He knows he shouldn’t let this sort of thing affect him, something as juvenile and simple as jealousy. But he couldn’t stop that feeling of being stuck, unable to think about anything except the fact that it wasn’t him with his hands on you like that, lips marking you as much as he pleases. Sadness washed over him in a tidal wave and he set his glass down, about to get up to leave when he spotted a man eyeing you from the door. He looked familiar and it wasn’t just attraction he sensed in his eyes but something far more sinister.

A few more men followed suit and began making their way to you in the middle of the dance floor. He had no time to consider the facts, just to get you out of there as soon as possible.

You feel a rough hand tug your arm and turn to face who you think to be Dubois, you smile, “Enjoy the show?”

“Very much,” an unknown voice answers, and you look up, eyes wide. “Now why don’t you come with me for a little talk, beautiful.”

“Get the fuck off of me,” you yank your arm back, slamming your heel down into the perpetrator’s foot. More men surround you on all sides, making it impossible for you to escape or use your subpar martial arts skills. Aerial yoga was a very different ballpark than kicking ass. And you were just a beginner.

You poorly punch a man in the face, only making them all angrier when you’re grabbed from all sides, being dragged towards the exit kicking and screaming. You didn’t want to be that helpless damsel in distress, but as all of these men, men you recognized from your family’s death, were surrounding you, you couldn’t breathe. Their hands felt familiar, grabbing your arms like they’d done that night before you hid in the secret door in the dining room. You had watched these faceless men through a hole in that door, stifling your cries when bullets sprayed the room your family was having dinner in. So while they were coming after you and pulling you outside, it’s all you felt. That same feeling when he wasn’t near.

Drowning.

There’s a hand that pulls you back and you watch, dazed, as Bloodsport puts every man who touched you on the ground. It’s filled with swift yet aggressive and barbaric movements, controlled, expert chaos and it happens within moments. His chest is heaving when he looks down at you and scoops you up in his arms. You’d object in any other circumstances, but this time, head against his chest and tucked in his arms, you were okay.

His voice rumbles against your side, “We’re going home.”

~~~

Harley’s tears hit your shoulder as you sympathetically pat her back.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. I shouldn’t have left,” she sniffles loudly. “I should’ve been there.”

You laugh softly, fitting your head into her shoulder, “It’s okay, Harls. It’s not your fault, there was no harm done.”

“There could have been,” she sighs. “I’m not letting you convince me to go out next time, you’re staying here forever.”

You roll your eyes with a smile, “Alright.”

She gets up and sniffs, wiping at her nose that’s now flushed from crying, “Good because I’m serious.”

“I know,” you laugh again, hugging yourself in a hoodie much too large for you, (because you stole it from Rick Flagg) swallowing you whole.

Your eyes wander down the hall to where Robert is no doubt pacing around in your bedroom, the only room not laden with cameras (ironically for privacy). You kick at the floor in your fuzzy socks and think of an excuse to go check on him, even though you’re probably the last person he wants to see right now. You, frankly, don’t care.

“I’m gonna go-”

“Check on Robert?” she finishes. “I know, honey. I was a psychiatrist, I’m not stupid.”

You crack a smile and grip her arm affectionately as you walk past her towards the bedroom. You don’t even take the risk of knocking for fear he’ll lock it and try your luck with just simply opening it. You see him, shirtless with a towel over his shoulder, a low hanging towel wrapped around his waist, while nursing his knuckles. He looks you over once you enter the room, trained eyes on you and the intimidation is definitely working already when he takes the damp towel on his shoulder and dabs the cuts on his skin.

He remains silent and you move to sit down on your bed, the awkward squeak filling the already high-tension atmosphere, thick enough to make your ears pop like you’re in an airplane too far up in the sky.

“I’m sorry,” you say quietly, drawing his eye.

He hums and steps into your bathroom, washing off his hands.

You frown at his lack of response, “Are you really going to pout this whole time? Because honestly, it’s beneath you, Robert.” You lean forward, watching as he walks out of the bathroom, still half naked, still silent.

The silence is beginning to slowly kill you, especially when he looks this good, water droplets running down his chiseled torso from a hot shower. You didn’t let your mind wander because if the reaction your body is giving from the image before you was any indication, you want him. He walks in the room once again, mouth in an amused yet firm line.

In actuality, he was ashamed of himself. Not so much of you. He would’ve left as that despair overcame him back in that bar. He would’ve left you there and abandoned his mission, leaving you to be hurt. If it hadn't been for those men, you could’ve been killed and it would be his fault. He alerted Waller of the attack, making up a lie about the two of you going for a walk at night and getting ambushed there rather than at a club. There’s a hit on each of those men being taken out as we speak as well as a search for their boss. Even though that still got him chewed out. He couldn’t imagine what she’d do to him if she found out the truth.

Robert walks slowly towards you, leaning against the bed frame, gesturing for you to continue. You watch him, distracted, as he wraps a bandage around his knuckles.

“I shouldn’t have kissed her to get a rise out of you, that was hurtful,” you exhale your words, quiet enough he wouldn’t be able to hear you if you weren’t within a breath of one another. You hang your head, “And it was stupid to go out in the first place when I am in this much danger. I could’ve been killed, and you could have been hurt. I’m sorry.”

He represses a laugh at the idea of him getting hurt, when the two of you both know that would never happen. But as the silence from him grows thicker, the more you start to ramble.

“Okay, this silent treatment isn’t going to work for much longer. I don’t know what game you’re playing, but you need to stop.”

He gives you a look that says ‘make me’. But you both know you couldn’t if you tried, and vice versa. He thinks of you as a siren, one of those alluring creatures in old sailor tales that lured unsuspecting men to their painful deaths. As if he has no control of the way he feels about you. Which in a way he does, but he knows better. He knows better than to fall under your enchanting song, but he can’t help but be pulled beneath the surface of the water.

Robert tenses when you move forward and the hoodie falls off one of your shoulders, revealing more of your chest, the smooth skin that lays there.

His chest tightens when you look up at him and sigh.

“But thank you for saving me,” you say, both because you think that’s what he wants to hear but also because you mean it, you wouldn’t be here at all if he didn’t come with you.

He licks his lips and nods his head in simple recognition. He appreciated the apology, truly he did, but a part of him enjoyed the way you continued to ramble on, so he remained silent. This was an old interrogation tactic he learned when he served, keeping quiet always got people talking. He looks down at you and leans to meet your face, hands on either side of you.

“I don’t know what else you wish for me to say,” you admit quietly, fiddling with your hands.

He didn’t know either but whatever you would say, he would listen.

“So I take it you’re not mad anymore?” you infer from his relaxed posture, heart beating out of your chest, fast enough that it catapults to your throat.

He tilts his head down so he’s an inch before your mouth, breath fanning over your face. when he tugs you up to your feet, hands gripping the sides of your waist when he pulls you close. Your heartbeats began to sync up, chest to chest.

“I’m fucking furious, sweetheart.”

You meet his eyes, looking up in that seductive stare of yours you never knew you were capable of until him, and close the distance, kissing him lightly. His arms falter by your side and it’s the first time you’ve seen him hesitate, losing his cool. It’s the most gentle thing he’s ever experienced, everything in his life being forced, hostile, and malicious, while your soft lips against his are anything but. You kiss him like he’s not the monster he thinks himself to be.

“Then let me make it up to you.”

“Fuck,” he grips your sides harder, palm moving to push you closer with his hand flat against the small of your back. “We shouldn’t.”

You search his face for uncertainty, but all you sense is a profound sense of clarity, in the both of you. “I know.”

“Will you regret this?”

You shake your head, hand against his cheek, “No.”

His dark eyes fall to your lips, pupils filling his dark brown irises, lust blown, “You’re so good, baby. You’re too good for me.”

Before you can tease him about the new nickname and object to that, his lips have crashed against your own. His hand slides up to cup the side of your face, drinking you in with his intoxicating kiss. You hum, content, against his feverish mouth and he opens it, vulnerable and on display. You feel his guard still up, tense and calculated, so you rest your hand against his chest. You press a kiss to his eyelid, his cheek, his nose, his chin, his jaw, his neck. He softens beneath you, groaning aloud as his hands tighten.

“You don’t need to be afraid with me,” you whisper to him, tender fingers trailing down his shirtless chest, hot skin against hot skin. It’s enough to make you sweat.

He exhales and captures your bottom lip with his own, holding your face in both of his hands. The kiss grows heated and rushed, like you’re running out of time, as if at any moment those men would come back and find you and take you away from him again. His tongue expertly works with your own, licking the pout of your bottom lip, and coaxing you open. He slides his hand down between your legs, dipping his finger to find the slick in the middle of your thighs. You moan into his mouth, his other hand at the back of your neck when he buries his face in your shoulder. He kisses you there, the crook where your neck meets your collarbone, that damned sensitive spot. You succumb to his touch. His beard tickles your skin and you gasp when he sucks hard, a bruise forming.

You breathe a laugh, “Everyone will see if you leave a mark,” you tug on his hair when you thread it through his coarse curls.

He falls under your spell and there’s something so ironically beautiful about this trained assassin with a heart of gold and the scars to show for it, being so open with you.

His hands, his entire life, have been forced to be instruments of death and violence. But as they slide down your figure, holding your face, and pulling you into him, they’re his greatest gift. He’s surprisingly tender with you.

But then he has enough and pushes you down on the bed, arms trapping you on both sides.

He responds bluntly, “I don’t care.”

You part your legs for him and he releases a shaky breath. He slowly unzips your sweatshirt and it falls off you just as you do the same and tug his towel down. Both of you are bare before the other as you take a moment to drink each other in. You were just as, if not more, beautiful than he imagined you to be.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says quietly as his hand drapes down the line of your figure. He touches you how someone would handle a glass vase filled with flowers.

You take his face in both of your hands and kiss him, “So are you.”

“I don’t think you know what you do to me, baby.” His hand finds your breast and squeezes while he kisses your neck.

You moan when he uses his other hand to grip your neck, thumb against your pulse point, “If it’s anything like how I feel right now, then yes, I do.”

He lifts his head up to watch your face as he chokes you, softly so he doesn’t hurt you but hard enough to play with your breath. His thumb opens your mouth and your legs tremble.

“So I take it you’re into choking, my love?” You nod excitedly, unable to speak, and his grip tightens.

You let out a squeak and he releases, face etched with worry, kissing your neck where he touched you. “Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head and smile comfortingly, “No, baby, I’m okay. I’ll tap out if it’s too rough, I promise,” you tease.

His grumbling voice deepens, “Good... because, darling, right now all I want to do is bury my face in between those gorgeous thighs of yours.”

You inhale sharply when he opens your legs once again, looking up at you and you nod in consent.

“I need words, beautiful,” he smirks with his mouth just above your center.

“Yes, please,” you breathe out and he responds with a swift lick to your pussy. He looks up at you and when he catches your eye, it’s as if the sensation grows stronger and your head hits your pillow.

“I’ve barely even touched you,” he mumbles into you and you feel his smug smile in your thigh. His fingers dip into you as he flattens his tongue and crooks them towards himself, you grip your sheets.

“Don’t... flatter yourself,” you sigh out. “I-it’s just been awhile.”

He removes his mouth and fingers from you, “So anyone can make you feel like this?”

You enjoy the feeling you get when he looks at you like that, his eyes dark and dominant, so you play along and nod. “Yes, in fact, I’ve had better.”

He licks his lips and gets up from the bed. He opens his drawer and you sit up to look what he grabs: a belt. Your heart beats excitedly in your chest even though you know you shouldn’t be. He gets back on the bed and climbs over you.

Robert looks at you, “Hands.”

You extend them to him wordlessly, watching as he ties your wrists together and puts them over the bedpost so you’re trapped there, unable to move.

“Now,” he holds himself above you, pressing a kiss to your lips. “You’re to stay tied up until I say so, anything like that again and they get tighter. Nod if you understand me.”

You nod emphatically. You had never seen this side of Robert before, so in control and not afraid to go too far, it was so unbelievably sexy.

The best part was he didn’t tie it tight enough, afraid of hurting you, so you could easily slip out your hands at any moment.

He kisses, painfully slow, down your chest and wraps his lips around your nipple. He swirls his tongue around the erect bud and you gasp, desperate to touch him. He looks up at you from you chest as he switches to the other, massaging the unattended one as he sucks, the pleasurable feeling overwhelming you. So much so you have to clench your thighs together, longing for some sort of relief for the tension building in your abdomen.

“Baby, please,” you whine, squirming beneath him.

He shuts you up with a bruising kiss while his hand slips down to enter you, two fingers in already. He pumps them in and out of you before sliding back down the expanses of your body and letting his mouth latch onto your clit. He sucks hard and you stifle a loud moan that would surely alert everyone in the home of your arousal. He holds you down against the bed with a palm flat against your stomach as you begin to lift your pelvis. His tongue enters you while his fingers take over, stimulating you with gentle rubs and flicks. But just before you feel that euphoric release, his actions cease and you’re left hot and flustered.

“Robert,” you look at him with a deep frown.

He grins, “Y/n...”

You blow hair out of your eyes, “I hate you.”

“No you don’t.” He puts his lips near your ear, “Are you ready?” You nod as he pushes himself inside you and you bite back a moan into his shoulder.

You finally have enough, slip your hands out, and he pinches his brow, unable to hide his shock before you bring him down to press your lips against his. He melts into you, arms wrapped around you while he holds you close, filling you out in all the right places. He quickens his pace and you whine into his mouth, nails digging into his skin. You wrap your legs around his torso and he hits you so nicely. He was right, it’s the best you’ve ever had. He rises and looks at you, lips swollen and red from kissing, eyes clear and pupils large, and face flushed with heat. Your hair is in messy tendrils at all angles and you’ve never been more attractive.

“You’re doing so good,” he praises in your ear, placing kisses across your jaw. “Taking my cock so well.”

You whimper and his movements stiffen as he approaches release and so do you, walls tightening around him. He reaches down and rubs your clit with his expert fingers. You finish together, mouths open and hands all over each other’s bodies. It overcomes you in a tingling, perfect sensation, it continues on, leaving you aching and wanting more.

He rubs his knuckles over your cheek, softly and adoringly he looks at you. You tuck yourself into his arms under the blankets. Everything you both have wanted for a long time, laying right in front of you.

“Still want to make me not walk?” you tease, looking up at him.

He kisses your eyelids and you giggle, “Fuck yes.”

Part 2?

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2021 year in review!

Tagged by the ever lovely @boomheda and @iamnotawomanimagod <3

Top 5 Movies You Watched This Year

Dune: As a known lover of all things Science Fiction, and a big time lover of both Timothee Chalamet and Zendaya, I knew I was going to enjoy this movie but... y'all. I cannot say enough good things, this movie was FANTASTIC and I can't wait to watch it again!

Spider-Man: No Way Home: Honestly I love any and all iterations of Spider-Man, and this one was no different. I LOVED this movie, and I'll probably go see it again.

The Green Knight: Oh my GOD this movie was absolutely amazing. Definitely much more artsy than I expected, but it was beautiful and thought provoking, and Dev Patel has never looked better.

Eternals: This list is super marvel heavy, but what can I say. I love a good superhero movie, and this one was SO good! I loved the concept, the actors were phenomenal, the story was actually really moving and lovely, and oh my god guys deaf superhero!!! deaf!!! Super!!!HERO!!!!! And also... the shipping potential... absolutely unmatched. I had a blast watching this, I loved every second.

Black Widow: I was super skeptical coming into this movie, and I definitely agree with the critique that it was truly too little too late in terms of the character, but my god this movie was fun!! Yelena is obviously a total stand out character, but even Natasha had more depth and warmth, and the fight scenes were SO cool!

Top 5 TV Shows You Watched This Year

Wheel of Time: Okay, so if you didn't know, Fantasy is probably my favourite genre, and I have been waiting for this show since I first heard about it. I've not yet read the books (they're on my list!) but oh my GOD I'm loving the show! SUPER cool badass characters, phenomenal world building, a good mystery and intrigue, and I love the actors! So excited to watch the finale TONIGHT and I can't wait for s2 already (thank god for an early renewal!!)!

Ted Lasso: Anyone who knows me knows comedies are something I'm extremely picky about, so this one was a huge shock. I honestly put it on in the background to have as just noise, but pretty much immediately I knew I was going to love it. It's so incredibly well written, beautifully acted, and laugh out loud funny without being stupid or annoying. Easily one of the best shows I've seen in a long time, and it has earned every accolade it's been given.

Shadow and Bone: Yet another fantasy series, and I'm obsessed. This show is the first I've felt inspired to write any fic for since t100, and for good reason. I love the cast, I think they're phenomenal, and I think they've done an amazing job of adapting a book I really just... did not enjoy, into a thrilling, exciting, and awesome show. And, of course... Malyen Oretsev... my Beloved <3.

Foundations: So I watched this with my dad, and it's really very heavy science fiction. Based on the classic Sci-Fi novels by Isaac Assimov, this show was pretty dense and sometimes hard to follow, but my dad and I read some Assimov books together when I was a kid so we watched this together and we loved it. Full of mystery and intrigue, absolutely stunning to watch, and beautifully acted, I was absolutely entranced for every minute and I can't wait for more.

Ragnarok: This little weird netflix show was not really what I expected, but I loved it all the same. A modern take on norse mythology, I didn't love the main character or even the main storyline, but the villains were so interesting and fun to watch, it definitely makes the list.

Top 5 Songs of 2021

2011 - 5 Seconds of Summer: ... is anyone shocked? This song is everything to me, honestly. A beautiful mix of all the 5sos era's blended together to make something so special and so wonderful. Plus... it's a Calum song. Swoon.

Mean to You - Almondmilkhunni: NGL, I literally only found Almondmilkhunni because she's dating someone from 5sos, but her music is delightful. Sultry, sexy R&B with gorgeous vocals and good vibes all around. This song is my favourite by her, but she's got a few that I really love.

Bad Girls Don't Cry - The Night Game: Not really sure how I came across this one but its SUCH a jam!! Sharp, heavy beats and cool vocals, I'm really into it. The album as a whole wasn't my favourite but they had a couple songs I really dug.

Easier than Lying - Halsey: I will be honest, this album has not been given the attention it deserves by me this year, but I intend to change that. This song in particular stuck out to me on first listen and I absolutely adored it! Halsey has always been a fave of mine so I'm excited to give this album another go sometime soon.

Zitti E Buoni - Måneskin: As someone who was big into Tokio Hotel in high school, my love for european rock bands is long standing, and I'm honestly loving what i've heard from Måneskin so far. I haven't given them a ton of time, but this song is so heavy and so cool, I can't get enough.

Top 5 Albums You Heard This Year

When Facing The Things We Turn Away From - Luke Hemmings: Ethereal and vibey as hell, Luke Hemming's first dip into solo work was nothing short of magnificent. Every song is it's own unique experience, and the themes of memory and life lived and what it means to grow up are beautiful. A phenomenal lyricist, a extraordinary musician, I knew it would be good but I really had no idea it would be this good.

Cherry Blossom - The Vamps: An 80's pop, pop rock, brit pop, bright, beautiful, musical masterpiece, this album is nothing short of spectacular. The lead singer's vocal abilities are absolutely incredible and the unique use of instrumentation creates an album of genre bending pop rock bliss. Listen to Married in Vegas and then come talk to me.

X - The Driver Era: Ross Lynch's deep, sultry vocals paired with the funky vibes create an album I have on repeat all. the. time. The thumping bass and chill vibes, make this album one I put on from start to finish. This band was also the first concert I've been too in over 2 years and they sure as shit know how to put on a show.

The Good Times and the Bad Ones - Why Don't We: Honestly this album has some BANGERS! The overall album is a bit hit or miss for me, definitely some skips, but I really love the overall vibe, the guys in this band can really sing, and I'm excited to see where they go next with their music! Very pop-y, but with some genre bending vibes that look promising for whatever they do next. Fallin' (Adrenaline) is an absolute SMASH of a song.

Not so much an album, but I've gotten into the band COIN this year, and I love it! They have great vibes, a really cool sound, and i'm excited to hear more! I've also gotten into the band CAMINO recently, and I'm a big fan of Bad Suns as well!

Top 5 Books You Read in 2021

Six of Crows - Leigh Bardugo: What can even be said about six of crows that hasn't already been said? Phenomenal characters, riveting plot, beautiful writing, its a page turner from the first line and I've reread it at least twice this year. I tried to read S&B and was sorely disappointed, so I went into this without much expectation and was completely blown away. 10/10, would read for a fourth time.

These Violent Delights - Chloe Gong: What a fucking cool book, to be honest. A beautiful historical sci-fi (disguised as fantasy) retelling of Romeo and Juliet, set in 1920's Shanghai, Gong creates a riveting, exciting tale full of twists and turns and tons of mystery and intrigue. I haven't read the sequel yet, but I'm honestly so excited to get into it, because the world that was built here was truly spectacular.

The Night Circus - Erin Morgenstern: What a... weird fucking book. I don't really know what else to say. This book is epitome of just vibes. The plot is loose at best, and sometimes hard to pin down, but the prose is absolutely gorgeous, the characters are heartfelt and powerful, the world building is insane, and I couldn't put it down. Prepare yourself to really have no idea whats going on and to love every second of it.

City of Brass - S.A. Chakraborty: A beautiful, extraordinary fantasy novel. The world built here is so deep and rich, the magic and the 'monsters' are unique and so interesting, the heroine is full of fire, and the writing is gorgeous. If you enjoy fantasy, but are tired of the euro-centric fantasy worlds that are so common, grab this book, you will not be disappointed.

An Ember in the Ashes - Sabaa Tahir: Honestly, if you'd asked me earlier this year, this book would be higher on my list, but the sequel left such a sour taste in my mouth that this one has fallen by comparison. But even on it's own this book was such a good read. It has spies and magic and political intrigue, the world building is harsh and not afraid to be frank about what the world looks like, and the two main characters are really phenomenal. Hopefully one day the second book will stop lingering in my head and I can grab the final book in the series to enjoy!

5 Positive Things That Happened in 2021

I got 5sos tickets!!!! June 2022 baby lets GO!

I got a new job in March (FINALLY) and it's really working out and I love it.

I made plans for what comes next, which includes a lot of traveling because my new job is fully remote, and it's really given me a lot of stuff to look forward too.

New puppy! We got a Saint Bernard named Maggie and i love her.

I got back into reading this year, which has been really amazing. Big ups to six of crows for being the spark that helped me out on that one.

Hope everyone had a great year! Lots of love to you all <3

Tagging: @thelittlefanpire @the-most-beautiful-broom @willexxmercer @hopskipaway @bluevalntine @its-ashleyreads @hostagetakerandhistraitor @laufire @darling-stay-with-me @oretsov @rosealie @bombshellsandbluebells @robsheens @mal-zoya @myonetruenorth @probably-voldemort @captainbobbiedraper and anyone else who wants to!!

#2021 year in review #dune #spider man: no way home #eternals #the green knight #ragnarok netflix #5 seconds of summer #the vamps #the driver era #six of crows #luke hemmings #shadow and bone #wheel of time #foundations #ted lasso #black widow

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i was watching reputation stadium tour and i have to ask, can you rank all the songs in reputation, best to worse??? im so curious ☺️

the WHEW OKAY. Here’s my disclaimer -- I LOVE reputation. Like... so so so much. So even the songs that are ranked at the bottom are still higher than SO many other Taylor songs. And honestly, my taste is subjective so really this is more of a list of favorites/least favorites. But. Here we go. I’m gonna go worst to best, though. To build up suspense 😂 Here we go.

15. So It Goes -- there’s a reason this song was the only rep song she didn’t perform on tour and it’s not because it was “too sexy” -- it’s frankly, a little boring.

14. Gorgeous -- it’s fine, I guess, but it’s usually a skip for me

13. This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things -- a BOP to be sure, and I enjoy singing it at the top of my lungs, but the “I can’t even say it with a straight face” makes me cringe ever so slightly still

12. New Years Day - I am shocked to have this song so low in the rankings because last year it was my number one most played song lol. But, I think it’s just pretty. It does read a bit like a diary entry in a more youthful Taylor way that I love.

11. ...Ready For It - I am fairly certain she wrote this song just so she could open her tour with “BABY LET THE GAMES BEGIN” -- because as we all know, Tay LOVES a game. The rap reallllly took me out the first time I listened to it. Like, I could not understand who this Taylor was and what she was doing. It took me about 10000 listens of this song to even come around to it, which is why it’s still at the bottom. But I adore it now and it lives in my heart with love.

10. King of My Heart - As the song says, “perfectly fine.” That’s pretty much how I feel about it lol. Love the drums and the BRDIGE (that bridgeeee!) but the verses drag it down. There, I said it.

9. I Did Something Bad - Listen, I LOVE this song. But when it stacks up in the rankings, this is where it falls. The tour version is far superior to the album version and it gave us incredible quotes like - If a man talks shit then I owe him nothing - which, truly, is my mantra. But ultimately, too petty to be top fav.

8. Delicate - an instant classic, solidly in the middle.

7. Look What You Made Me Do - this song gets SO much more shit than it deserves. It is WILD, it is BOLD, it is everything I wanted from Taylor. She put on a new skin and said, this is who I am and you can’t get rid of me. Plus, that music video is a literal masterpiece stacked with THOUSANDS of easter eggs, I don’t know that she can ever top it.

6. End Game - I am a Sweeran stan through and through (I know people hate him but I do not careeeee), and the first time I listened to this I was like WHAT IS THIS but also I LOVE IT. Taylor put on her rapping shoes and she was TERRIBLE at it, but I enjoyed it thoroughly.

5. Call It What You Want - “all my flowers grew back as thorns” just really spoke to me at the time this album was released, the idea of recovering from trauma is wrapped up in this beautiful song, and I wish it got more love!

4. Dress - if I was asked what the thesis of reputation was, i’d answer “DRESS” -- it’s all about this beautiful love story unfolding in secret, having to hold back because it’s forbidden and forced to put on a different more socially acceptable veneer for the public, it really is the definition of: “we think we know someone, but the truth is that we only know the version of them they have chosen to show us”

3. Don’t Blame Me - so raw, so honest, so Kaylor (the DAISY DRAWING in the liner notes, I MEAN), her vocal range?! -- it’s a tried and true blues song, with call and response, even, and it’s such a departure from anything she’d ever done before, it continues to blow me away every time I listen to it

2. Getaway Car - honestly, this song is a God-Tier Taylor Song for me. Lyrically STUNNING, the syncopated rhythms she experimented with, the soundplay to have the rhythm sound like sirens (genius!), all put together with Jack’s magical producing touch... it’s the single we deserved and I’m still sad we didn’t get it.

1. Dancing With Our Hands Tied - I could write a literal essay on why I love this song, but I’m not sure anyone would be interested. It’s the aftermath of kissgate, it’s about what it’s like to fall in love with someone the world won’t let you be with in the most isolating and harrowing kind of way, and I don’t think another song better encapsulates the queer experience of not being ready to be out but being painfully, suffocatingly in love. It’s the musicality, the beat drop, the whispering. It speaks to my soul in a way that so few songs do. Anyway. It’s perfect. No notes. (also particularly obsessed with the acoustic tour version because it feels like how it was written, just a girl alone, in pain with her guitar).

Anyway, that’s it. My rep rankings. Hope you enjoyed. Thank you for this, it was truly fun.

#taylor swift ask #reputayswift #my own personal feelings and opinions #ask #personal #taylor swift

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Nancy Kwan (The World of Suzy Wong, Flower Drum Song, Tamahine)—Nancy Kwan is my faaaaave like you don't understand!! watching her dance in her beautiful chic boudoir in flower drum song—the GRACE of it, the STUNNING BEAUTY. she is everything i've ever wanted to be and more. theeee most beautiful woman of the 60s i don't care what anyone else says! my queen my icon my legend!!

Rita Hayworth (Gilda, Cover Girl)—Absolutely, drop-dead gorgeous. She steals every movie she’s in; she was Fred Astaire’s favorite dance partner, as you can see in clips from their movies [link][link]. Born Margarita Carmen Cansino, Rita's story had its tragedies—her father was awful and had her performing in nightclubs way, way too young; the studio totally remade her look because they were afraid of her hispanic image, putting her through painful treatments and diets; she had a string of failed marriages. But beside all that, I think there's something about Rita that still glows through—an inner beauty that has nothing to do with the studio, or the men who pinned their dreams on her. Rita brings an incandescence to roles that's impossible to replicate, and was truly a great actress in that she could switch from herself—shy Margarita—into a bold and glamorous femme fatale so convincingly everyone fell in love with her as Gilda. She's my favorite movie star, and I think she was a beautiful human through and through—Rita, gorgeous and real and shining bright.

This is round 4 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Nancy Kwan:

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"2 Golden Globes. Was in 15 movies to 1970 and many more after."

"have you seen her? she’s beautiful and love her so much. she also did ballet before acting."

"She was one of the few Asian American starlets of her time, she is graceful beautiful and she had to work a lot at making it big under the circumstances (20th century Hollywood)"

"Ok, this is super niche, but movies for Asian American girls growing up in the 80s was limited. Nancy Kwan is really freaking gorgeous and, while her character in Flower Drum Song is problematic nowadays (i heard she cried when asked to do the lingerie scenes), having an Asian American woman on screen with her own prerogative+agency was formative."

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Rita Hayworth:

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She was not called "the love goddess" for nothing: beautiful, glamorous, despite playing sexy and provocative roles her inherent shyness somehow also would shine through sometimes, creating this contradictory and incredibly attractive image

Often played "the bad girl" who tempted the male hero away from "the good girl"; but did have roles that broke her out of that mold. She was also the inspiration for Jessica Rabbit. THE pinup girlie.

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She was soo beautiful when she was young and she MAINTAINED that beauty into her later years and I think that old lady glamour is hot. bombastic sex appeal

every line she delivers in gilda is so flirty and passionate or absolutely desolate and it's so good

I just have a lot of feelings about her

#rita hayworth #nancy kwan #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 4 #me to myself (personally): FUCK.#Youtube

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I Like You - SMAU*

Part 10

CorpseHusband x FemReader - Y/N

warnings: cussing

notes: uhhh,, idk where to take this series, but ima just go w the flow igs 😭 also,, i completely give up on adding the small details like the likes, comments, replies, and the times on tweets so i’m super sorry if it bothers you lmao

it’s also pretty long,, mostly writing rather than the smau, butttt i really like this one 🥺

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“When’s Rae gonna be home?” Corpse asks, playing with his hands.

“She’ll be home tonight, I just don’t know at what time. Why?”

“Uh... I- I just... I don’t know? I’m kind of nervous?”

“Corpse, Rae is your friend. But if you don’t feel comfortable, I can get a hotel room for you not too far away from here?” You suggest, 100% willing to pay for a hotel room for him if he wouldn’t feel comfortable being here with Rae here.

“I wanna stay here- with you... If that’s okay with you, of course.” There’s a slight blush on his face, it makes you smile a bit.

“Yes, I want you to stay here, too. You can take my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.” You grab his plate, stacking his on top of yours, taking them to the sink.

“No, no. I can be on the couch tonight, I don’t sleep anyway.”

“Corpse, I’m not gonna have you sleep on that uncomfortable ass couch. Come on, we’ll figure something out. Wanna watch a movie?” He nods his head. You grab his hand, or more so his fingers, leading him to your room.

You turn the lights off, turning your fairy lights on instead. You tell Corpse to get comfortable, fluffing pillows for him, letting him lay back.

You know Corpse would be a bit anxious and nervous, not something you’d ever blame him for. You’re surprised you’re not being awkward or nervous. You’ve been trying your best to keep Corpse comfortable here, making sure he isn’t getting too nervous.

“Can we watch High School Musical? I have the stupid ass songs stuck in my head, childish me is coming...” You ask, not wanting to torture him with such a movie. Well, it’s not a bad movie, but you’d understand if anyone’d want to shoot themselves in the head while watching.

“Of course, baby.” You can’t help the butterflies that erupt in your stomach from the nickname. You sit closer to the TV, wanting Corpse to be comfortable rather than you.

Suddenly, you feel a hand around your waist. Corpse pulls you to him, letting you lay next to him. He looks at you, smiling. You smile back.

“Corpse, can I ask you a question?” He hums, indicating for you to go on. “That one time, you didn’t answer me for two days... You told me it had been because I was too ‘pretty.’ I didn’t believe you, and I still don’t. Why didn’t you answer me, like for real?” You don’t ask this in a bad way either, you’re just genuinely curious.

“I- uh... I’m going to be 100% honest, Y/N, but I don’t wanna scare you away.” He says cautiously, hesitating to go on.

“Corpse, you could never. I’m too attached already.” He chuckles, letting out a sigh.

“I like you. Like, like like you... I liked you before even seeing your face, but after, wow.” Silence. Deafening silence. But honestly, you can hear your fucking smile. You don’t think you’ve ever smiled so hard in your life. “Y/N, baby, say something, please.”

“Corpse,” You look up at him, probably scaring him with your smile. “I like you, too. Like, like like you.” He chuckles, but it’s more of a chuckle of relief. If that’s a thing?

He pulls you close to him, letting your head rest on his chest. You listen to his heartbeat, his breathing, trying to match yours with his. You slowly drift off, your eyelids getting too heavy to keep open.

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You wake up in Corpse’s arms. He’s gently stroking your side, looking down at you with a small smile.

“Good morning,” His voice is raspier and deeper than it already is. You didn’t know that was possible.

“Good morning,” You say, yawning softly. You bury your face deeper into his chest, snuggling closer to him.

“So fucking cute.” He mumbles, softly chuckling.

After a while of just laying there in Corpse’s arms, you decide to check social media and your messages. Already, Twitter is going crazy, assuming quickly that you and Corpse are dating. It’s not anything you didn’t expect, but it’d be nice if people didn’t jump to conclusions.

You decide to tweet a good morning, feeling good about today. And sadly, very unfortunately, you decide to text back the group chat - something you’ve been dreading to do.

Corpse is there, reading the messages, but you don’t mind.

You kind of, accidentally, and very stupidly put yourself out, but it’s all good, nobody said anything besides Brooke. You all have a drunk Among Us lobby to get to.

After getting ready, Corpse getting his laptop and mic ready in another room, you join the Discord call. Corpse joins quickly after. Surprisingly, nobody says anything about you two being in the same apartment while greeting each other. You don’t doubt that someone will say something soon.

“Let’s all take a drink - to Corpse and Y/N holding hands!” Alex exclaims, clinking his glass on his mic. The rest cheer, pretending to clink their glasses as well. You sigh and laugh a bit, but nonetheless, you’re gulping down a glass of champagne.

“Alex,” You say, catching his attention.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck you!”

“Hey, hey, hey. No fucking.” Karl says, and you can hear him slap his hand to his mouth after realizing what he just said. The lobby bursts into fits of laughter, but the one you’re trying to listen for, Corpse’s. It’s silent on his end.

“Karl, how much have you had to drink?” Dream asks, slurring his words. Didn’t this game just start?

“I had like 3 beers?”

“You fucking lightweight.” You tease. “Dream, you’ve been drinking too...”

“Yeah, we might’ve pregamed an Among Us game.” He admits shamefully.

“Didn’t expect less from you two,” Rae says, adding a disappointing tone to her voice for effect. She starts the game, despite the sad protests from Karl and Dream.

Crewmate.

You pout, wanting so badly to be Imposter. You’re a good liar to say the least, and people easily fall for your sweet, innocent voice. It’s funny, pathetic even, which is why you want at least one good Imposter round.

“Whaddup, baby,” Corpse greets you in Nav. Dream follows behind him, Karl coming in shortly after.

“Hey, my beautiful alcoholics!” You greet cheerfully, earning groans from them both. Oh, how fun it’s going to be teasing them.

“At least she called us beautiful.” Karl says, walking out of Nav with Dream, leaving you and Corpse alone again. You get back to doing your task, connecting the ship with the dotted lines and whatnot.

“Am I beautiful?” You can hear the pout in his voice, it’s cute.

“Gorgeous, stunning even.” You say before walking out of Nav, smiling to yourself.

This round is pretty uneventful, along with the next few. But after about five rounds, you’re all incredibly drunk after playing some drinking games.

“No balls,” Rae dares. You’re Imposter this round, and Rae’s made you her personal hitman. She’s telling you to kill Karl, but he’s innocently doing his tasks.

“I have three actually.” You defend yourself, not making any sense at all.

“Three what?” Sykkuno comes in.

“Three balls,” Rae answers.

“Okayyy then...” Sykkuno drawls, leaving you two alone. Corpse comes along, the second Imposter. Oh, how convenient.

“Hey, Corpseee,” You greet, making it so fucking obvious.

“Oh my God!” Rae exclaims. You sigh, facepalming yourself. “Corpse kill Karl, Y/N kill Sykkuno.”

“Woah, since when did we become your hitmen?” Corpse backs his astronaut up.

“I’m not killing Syk!” You whisper-yell.

“Okay, then you kill Karl and Corpse can kill Sykkuno.” You can hear her shrugging as if it’s no big deal, but literally, Karl and Sykkuno are the sweetest people to you.

“No, I’m not doing it, Rae...” Corpse still hasn’t said anything. He’s watching you and Rae go back and forth, whisper-yelling even though anyone would be able to hear you.

“I’ll call you two out.”

“You’d never,”

“The emergency meeting button is looking real sexy right now.” Ugh, fuck the stupid smirk you can just hear in her voice.

“Fine, we’ll do it.” Corpse says. He goes and kills Sykkuno. You hesitate killing Karl, but he already watched Corpse kill Sykkuno so, unfortunately, you have to.

You and Corpse run away, leaving Rae to report the bodies.

After you and Corpse vouching for each other the whole round, nobody putting sus on you two because well, you sound so innocent and sweet even while being shitface drunk, you two win, earning groans from everyone in the lobby except from Rae.

“To be fucking fair, Rae had me and Corpse be her hitmen sooo, you can blame her if you died.” The lobby starts yelling playfully at Rae.

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After finally finishing streaming, Corpse comes into your room, plopping down onto your bed.

“Gosh, I’m gonna have the worst fucking hangover tomorrow.” He murmurs into your pillow, hugging it close to him. You jump onto the bed, sitting next to him, playing with his hair. He doesn’t mind, or you don’t think he does.

“It was fun,” You say, smiling to yourself. You love spending time with your friends. You can’t imagine how much fun it’d be if all of you got together in real life.

“It was,” Corpse yawns, looking up at you, smiling as you keep playing with his hair. He gets up, settling himself into your bed again, pulling you into him, letting you rest your head on his chest. You wrap an arm around him, snuggling yourself closer to him.

“We should probably eat something... And get ourselves some water.” You say, knowing that tomorrow’s hangover is going to be a bitch.

“I don’t wanna let go of you.” Corpse whines. You try getting up, but he almost throws a fucking tantrum. Quickly, you get out of his arms, running out of your room, giggling like a fucking maniac.

“Y/N! Please!” He shouts softly, trying not to wake Rae. He runs after you, following you into the kitchen. You run to the other side of the counter. He goes left, you go right - vice versa.

“Corpse, we need food and water.” You say, trying to grab pans out of the cupboards while he’s trying to get you. You can’t help yourself from giggling. Rae will kill you if you two wake her up.

“I wanna hold you,” Corpse pouts. Gosh, he’s going to be the death of you.

“In a sec, I can make us something real quick.” Drunk Corpse obviously equals Clingy Corpse.

“Fine,” He sighs dramatically, sitting on a stool. You grab pans from underneath the cupboards, pulling out some bread and cheese. Grilled cheese is easiest and it’ll take the least amount of time.

As you’re plopping bread into the toaster, Corpse snakes his arms around your waist, snuggling his face into your neck. There’s the slightest stubble, making you giggle.

“Corpse, I can’t cook with you on me.”

“Yes you can, I’ll help.” So stubborn...

You take the bread out of the toaster before it gets too toasted, putting it on the buttered pan.

It was a mission to finish the food to say the least. Corpse demands you eat in your room that way he can hold you. You put on The Promised Neverland, watching the TV as Corpse watches you. But honestly, you don’t mind.

You two fall asleep in each other’s arms again. And you don’t think you’d ever be able to fall asleep without being in his arms again.

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ravenous (M) | jjk

➛pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader ➛genre: vampire!AU, vampire!Jungkook, human reader, smut, humor, fluff, porn with minimal plot. ➛word count: 3486 ➛rating: M ➛warnings: Mentions of blood, mentions of blood drinking, cursing, heavy petting, making out, marking/biting, fingering. Pretty tame for a vamp fic. ➛summary: Jungkook may be a lethal creature of the night, but that doesn’t mean he’s impervious to crushes, especially on his beautiful boss. Now if he could only make his move. ➛notes: I’m a dingus. This fic was written for the @bangtanshadowfamily Halloween Event, The Creatures of Moonlight Manor. Today, the first day, is in honor of Jeon Jungkook - but for some reason I was convinced this was due tomorrow. I don’t know why I’m like this. So while it was a bit rushed, I hope you all still enjoy sweet endearing vamp baby kookie. It’s also my submission for the theme of ‘Monster’ for October’s mini project in @thebtswritersclub (because sexy monsters are still valid). Also, extra love to @quinnkook and @jimins-ass-eater who helped me with the premise and the world of Saccharine. Love you, bbs. 🖤 ➛song: POISON - GOT7 & Singularity - BTS

“So, are you going to talk to her tonight?”

“Hmm, who? Y/N?” Jungkook feels the rush of blood to his cheeks without having to check in the mirror in front of him, and it makes him all the more shy. “I don’t know, Tae. She’s probably busy.”

The older male scoffs, plopping down in a chair next to him in the dressing room, kicking his feet up onto the counter. It was Friday, so the club had been busy, however instead of looking tired his brother was practically glowing, the usual pallor given way to a warm gold, eyes bright and sharp.

“Jungkook, she’s not busy - she just got off work, just like you did.” His words sound harsh, but the look he gives the younger vampire is gentle, encouraging. “Plus, I heard she was asking for you again.”

This gives Jungkook pause, his undead heart leaping a bit in his chest. “Really?”

Before he could respond, the door to the dressing room slams open, Jimin and Hoseok coming to join them in their post blood drunk bliss.

“Yeah, probably because she heard you’re not drinking still,” Jimin huffs, gracefully darting the elbow Hoseok tried to drop on him at his bluntness. “What? Don’t boo me, I’m right.”

The chorus of heavy sighing from two of the four vampires was honestly impressive.

“Yes, you may be right, technically-” Hoseok starts, coming to lean against the counter and face the younger men. “But also, it’s pretty obvious Y/N is soft for you, Kook. She’s been doting on you ever since you met.”

Jungkook chewed his lip, contemplating the words. Were you really soft for him?

When he first met you, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. You were gorgeous - legs for miles, plush lips painted the slightest tint of red, your piercing eyes and beautiful smile - it had been like he was under a spell in that first meeting, with how he was hanging on your every word. Your co-owners - which he learned were your best friends, as well - were also stunning, truly a power trio of three business savvy women who knew what they wanted and how to get it. All of them were impressive, but there was something about you that pulled him in.

You were naturally kind; the type of genuine that seemed hard to find, especially since vampires had decided to let their presence be known to the world. After coming ‘out’, so to speak, humans had been inexplicably drawn to the supernatural like a moth to flame; the danger, the mystery, the power all so intoxicatingly fascinating. It became a sport for Jungkook to spot the fakes, the groupies that just wanted to be swept away with the fantasy instead of the person behind it. And while yes, there was something that you wanted, you were upfront about it; a mutually beneficial business proposition.

A supernatural club, geared towards vampires. One where the vampires on staff could mingle with humans, court them for an evening. Dancing, drinks, the usual club fare all present - with an addition of private suites, used for feeding.

This was a win-win, according to you. As owners, you would be providing a service to the human population of an experience that they likely wouldn’t find elsewhere - the chance to rub elbows with vampires. To spend a night doing things only seen in their wildest of dreams, but in a safe and controlled environment. In turn, the vampires would be paid to do something they already needed to do - eat. They’d get to feed from the source instead of blood bags, and would be complying with all consent laws. And by being provided a wide array of humans each night, would be able to avoid the risk of a blood bond forming.

That bit had been surprising to the humans when vamps had first made themselves known. Most of the tropes for the supernatural races had been based in fact, as far as their abilities and weaknesses went, and it was no exception for the blood suckers. The miniscule amount of magic and glamour vamps could wield was basically predictable after decades of feral and sparkling vampire movies alike, but the fact that feeding off the same source repeatedly could eventually form a blood bond had shocked them.

Most vampires were smart about it, tracked it on their own to deflect any unnecessary drama - but it was a hassle. One that your club would handle for them.

His brothers had been impressed with the offer; eyes shining with admiration as the details were laid out before them. It only took them five minutes of deliberation to vote in favor of working alongside the businesswomen of Saccharine. The seven of them within the Bangtan coven would be employees at the club, and they would also help them secure a few other covens to be on roster as well. A local werewolf chapter would be working as well, helping as service staff and the bouncers. Hand shakes were given, contracts signed.

The first few days had been awkward as you all got to know each other, learning the layout of the club itself and the expectations as entertainers. However, friendships were fastly formed, the three women basically becoming human additions to the coven within a matter of weeks. Jungkook had noticed that while you were social and open, you tended to stand back a bit more than the others; a little more reserved than your friends, a little more observant. It made him smile, to realize that maybe you were just a little bit like him, even in a small way.

Over time, he learned how you managed your interactions; helping the others if they needed something related to work, and skirting around any line of questioning that you found too personal. You liked them all, that much was clear, but you seem guarded in a way that intrigued him. Jungkook found himself going to you over the others for any questions or concerns, quickly discovering that you had a lot in common - both loving photography, playing all types of games that let you show off your competitive streak, and having a soft spot for animals.

You did seem to open up more with him than others, spending breaks chatting with each other instead of hanging out in the loud back room, sitting next to him during meetings to share memes under the table. He told himself it was his imagination when it seemed like you were seeking him out more as well, that you were just being your kind and genuine self.

He was confident that you were his friend, but were you interested in more?

“He’s right,” Taehyung pats his shoulder, giving him a smirk. “I mean, do you see her bringing anyone else blood laced coffees before a shift? Or their favorite snacks? I don’t get that kind of treatment.”

Rolling his eyes, Jimin comes to stand behind the brunette, flicking him on the back of the head until Taehyung turns around to give him a pout. “Yes you do, just not from Y/N. I’m pretty sure Red brought you a hot chocolate that same day, laced with her own blood-”

“Yeah, she did. She’s amazing,” he sighs dreamily, thinking of his other boss, melting a bit in his chair. “I asked her the other day if she’d let me blood bond with her and she didn’t even flinch-”

“Hey!” Hoseok shouts, giving the others a glare before leaning in front of Jungkook. “This is about Kookie here, not about your slutcapades, Tae.” With a serious jaw, he grasps both of the younger man's shoulders, giving him a gentle shake. “She likes you, Jungkook. You just got to make your move.”

“Well how do I do that?”

Jimin slides into his vision, knocking Hoseok aside with a slight bump of his hip, a sly grin on his face. “She already likes you, right? You’re a vampire, Jungkook,” the look in his eyes is almost predatory, voracious. “Just turn up your otherworldly charm and she won’t be able to resist.”

The advice of his brothers rattles in his head as he moves throughout the emptying club, the music turned down to a whisper of background noise as the other employees move to start the cleaning process. He could tell you were still here, could still smell the lingering scent of your light perfume mixed with your natural fragrance that was wafting towards him from the back of the building, where the feeding rooms were.

The lace see through shirt was biting at his skin, hands coming to smooth it down in place and wonder for the fiftieth time if it was perhaps too much. The others had assured him otherwise, practically drooling at the sight of him, promising that you would love it. It did look good on him, he had to admit; the black fabric setting off the golden glow of his toned abdomen, the matching cloth trousers form fitting and comfortable. The dark sparkling blazer on top had been his input at the last second, when he got self conscious about his nipples being exposed while trying to ask you on a date.

It’s during this internal monologue that he finds you down the hall with the private suites, closing the door on one just to dart into another, most likely cleaning and making sure there are no stragglers left. You are stunning, per usual - dressed in a long sleeved form fitting black dress, heels clicking delicately as you maneuver on the tile, looking every part of someone who would own a seductive vampire club.

Smiling, he strides closer to you, pausing only when he’s beside you.

“Hey, Y/N.”

Startling, you let out a puff of air, hand rising to cover your heart. “Oh, hey Jungkook - you scared the shit out of me,” you chuckle, shaking your head. “What’s going on?”

Now that he was this close to you, his nerves rallied against him, and if he had fed recently enough he was sure his blush would give him away. Swallowing thickly, he turns on just a bit of his glamour - not enough to affect how you respond, but just enough to make him look a bit more enticing.

“I was wondering if maybe we could talk?” Leaning against the door jam, he inclines his head towards the door of the final suite. “Alone? In here?”

He can hear the rhythm of your heart increase as you stare up at him, can see the rise and fall of your chest as you catch your breath. It was only a blink of a moment, but Jungkook can feel his confidence building at all the things you were saying without saying a word.

“Sure.”

It was only once he was enclosed in the room with you, the air thick with your scent that he realizes just how long it’s been since he fed, just how hungry he was for you. He guides you over to the bright red couch, gesturing for you to sit and joining you close enough that his body was pressed up against yours.

“There...there was something I wanted to talk to you about, if that’s okay,” he murmurs, voice low. Reaching for your hand, he eyes you closely as he picks it up, intertwining his fingers with yours before replacing it back in your lap. He watches for your reaction, waits for you to pull away, but instead you give him a small smile.

A good sign.

“Is it about the fact that you aren’t eating? Because I’ve noticed Kookie,” you chide, worry evident in your face. “If it’s something we’re doing wrong, if we’re not pulling enough of the right kind of clientele for you, you can tell us. You know that, right?”

The concern on your brow has him grinning, reaching out with his free hand to smooth the lines on your forehead. “Of course, I know that. Don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m not mad, just worried,” you pout, face heating at the sensation of his touch. Despite the many times you had interacted with Jungkook, your body always reacts wildly to the feel of his skin on your own. “So what is it? Why won’t you feed?”

Inhaling deeply, he gathers his courage, his gaze flickering from fondness to something darker, more tempestuous.

“Because the only one I want is you.”

Before you can respond - and before he can lose his nerve - he’s leaning in dangerously close, his mouth posed right above your own. It’s only when his lips press against you, at the zing of electricity that races down your spine that you finally react, jumping away from him with a small squeak.

“Wait, what did you say?” Shock has your eyes widening, but your hand remains enclosed in his. “Jungkook? You want… me?”

Bashfulness overtakes him, has him breaking the eye contact to stare down at his lap. He wants to say something smooth, something seductive that would make Jimin proud, but instead he chuckles, his free hand coming to rub at the back of his neck.

“I’ve wanted you since the first time I met you,” he stutters, doe eyes returning to peer into your soul. “I like you a lot, and I was hoping… you would feel the same?”

A short, incredulous laugh leaves your lips, and for a moment Jungkook prepares himself for defeat, is already thinking of all the things he could say to make you forget this ever happened - until you grasp his jaw, pulling him back to your mouth.

“I do feel the same,” you purr, lids heavy as you free your hand from his to cup his face, ensuring he could see what you were saying. “And.. I’d be honored to be yours.”

“Good.”

The responding kiss was searing, frantic as your mouths moved with one another, your hand sinking into the hair at his nape. In all his years of life, undead or otherwise, Jungkook had never felt anything as rapturous as kissing you, and was certain he never would again. He moans against your mouth when you slide a leg over to straddle his lap, his mind lost to the vehement pleasure at the feel of your body on top his own, at the way you consumed him with tongue and teeth.

His hands trail up the exposed skin of your thighs, caressing the flesh under the fabric of your dress as you press deeper, licking into his mouth. His cock was straining against the fabric of his pants, and with a slight shift of your hips, your core was pressing against him, a small mewl leaving your lips.

Something about the sound of you crying out for him in combination with the indulgent tease of your body mingling with his had his blood lust awakening, his fangs elongating painfully in his mouth. He had been starving for so long, withholding himself of his only form of sustenance that he was now ravenous with need for you.

Using his strength, Jungkook pulls away from your lips with a whine, dropping his head to the crook of your neck. “Please, Y/N,” he begs, his pelvis thrusting up against yours like a man possessed, fingers pressing indents into the globe of your ass. “Let me taste you, let me have you.”

Eyes rolling back, you stroke his hair, the fingers still tangled in his tresses pulling gently, earning you another low moan. The laws of consent meant that he couldn’t sink a single fang into the pulse at your throat until you had given him permission to, and for a brief moment you feel drunk on the power of having such a strong vampire at your mercy.

“Is that what you want, baby?”

Jungkook groans, mouthing messily at the exposed skin of your neck, your clavicle. His hands trail away from your bottom, thumbs now tugging playfully at the elastic of your panties, long fingers teasing with the dripping wetness of your cunt.

“Yes, yes. That’s all I want, want to taste your blood, want to taste you here-” he pauses, two digits swirling gently against the bundle of nerves at your apex. “Want you to be mine.”

With a hiss, you loll your head to the side, lowering yourself to give him access. “Do it, then. I’m all yours.”

A muffled cry of his name echoes in the room as he bites down, fangs plunging into the thin skin of the vein of your throat. Pleasure surges through the wound, the venom causing an euphoric bliss to over take you as he drinks deeply, moaning after each swallow.

Your blood is rich, sweet, a full bodied wine that he couldn’t help but to get drunk on, couldn’t get enough of. Even better, your blood had been untainted - never tasted by another vampire - and the realization has him sucking harder, daydreaming of what it will be like to be blood bonded with you.

To have you as his, in the same way that he had always been yours.

Your hand is stroking at his jaw, your whines increasing in crescendo as his fingers continued to work at your clit, alternating small squeezes with sweeping circles. He knew he would need to stop drinking soon, but his carnal desire is demanding to keep pushing until you are coming undone, losing all sense because of him, his touch.

Pulling away slightly, he begins to lick at the marks he left behind, suckling them harder as his hand picks up speed. “Fuck. You taste so fucking good. You’ve ruined me for anyone else,” he husks, mouth dragging up the curve of your throat until he was clasping your face one more, yanking you until you’re hovering over his lips.

Writhing against him, you feel yourself edging close to release, hips chasing the flicks of his wrists to give you more of the sweet friction you yearn for.

“I’m so close,” you pant, eyes squeezing shut. “Please, wanna come, all for you.”

He nibbles at your bottom lip, his mouth so close yet still not closing the distance. “Is that what you want, baby?” he smirks, alluding to your earlier words. “Want to make a mess of my fingers?”

With your affirming moan, his lips drop into a kiss, melding with yours fervently as he works his digits against you with supernatural speed. He can tell your high is near, can hear the way your heart thuds and your lungs seize as you teeter towards the edge of orgasm. When he feels you about to snap, he drags a single sharp point of his fang against the swollen flesh of your pout, just enough to draw blood, before he begins lapping and suckling at the small wound.

The ecstasy rush of venom on top of his otherworldly movements against your core send you flying over the edge, stars dancing in your vision as your orgasm tears through you. Wailing his name, you collapse against him, shuddering as he works you through the high, only slowing when he was sure you were spent.

While you catch your breath, he slowly peels his hand away from your center, raising it to his lips.

“You taste good here, too.” He grins cheekily, shifting you until your forehead is pressed against his own. “Can’t wait to try it at the source.”

Giggling, you slide your hands around his neck, using him as leverage to slide closer to fully embrace him. His cock jumps at the movement, and your eyes dance with mischief. “What if I want a turn to taste you first?”

Suddenly, a loud knock raps against the door, causing you both to squeal in surprise. A muffled chuckle from the other side snaps you back into reality - that you and Jungkook were not in the comforts of your own homes, but instead in one of the suites at the club.

The club that you owned, the one that was still occupied by it’s nosey employees.

“As proud as I am of Jungkookie for finally making a move, I think you should probably take him back to your place for your turn, Y/N,” Hoseok shouts, amusement evident in his voice.

From somewhere beside him, Jimin cheers loudly, and from the answering low giggle, Taehyung was there too, all witnessing the moment.

Sighing, Jungkook buries his face into your chest, this time with enough blood in his system to have heat flood his cheeks. “Well, that’s embarrassing.”

“What is? That your brothers interrupted us, or that my employees just heard me orgasm?” You pretend to ponder, tapping a finger against your chin

Stifling his laughter, he pulls away to look up at you, his gaze sparkling and darkening with each passing moment.

“Don’t worry, that’s the last time they’ll do either of those things,” he murmurs, before claiming your lips once more.

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Rep Tour Metlife Night 3 (submission)

The roar of the stadium fills the atmosphere like a thunderstorm as the expectators anticipate the start of the show. Though this isn't the first time he attends one of her concerts, the massiveness of the crowd and of the performance itself is still quite astonishing to him. It just wasn't the type of thing you got used to after a few times. Not to mention that this is the third consecutive night she fills out this stadium, which was impressive and a rather unheard of situation.

"Are you ready for it?"

The crowd screams even louder as Taylor appears on stage with a black hood. For him, it's genuinely entertaining to see just how much the fans in the crowd love her, shouting out every single word to the songs. The impact she has on these people is really intense, some of them even crying at certain parts of the show. There's others that you can tell came as a group of friends for a good time and they hug, jump, and laugh together throughout the show. There's people of all ages, from couples in love to families that came together with little kids and grandparents, and every single person looks happy and excited. Truly a phenomenon.

But the most powerful phenomenon is the woman on stage on whom everyone's attention is focused. She is so beautiful and wonderful it almost feels like she's some sort of mythical creature. The passion she puts in her singing and dancing is endearing and at the same time very attractive to him. How did he even manage to have her love him? She's fucking gorgeous and perfect in every way. Her legs are just unbelievably hot and he knows he isn't the only one in the crowd having that thought. When she dances to Gorgeous, it makes his brain feel numb because all he can think of is the things he wants to do with her as soon as he gets her to himself after the show. But it's only the beginning and he knows the wait will be painfully long, so he tries to divert his thoughts elsewhere. As if reading his mind, she winks in his direction as the song ends, licking her lips and smiling cheekily. Warmth floods his insides in response to the gesture. Man, he'd really really missed her. They'd been apart from each other for some days because he had work things to do away in London. Though it was only a few days, he had ached for her company every single instant.

Apparently, she has similar feelings because she can't stop looking in his direction throughout King of my Heart. He remembers very vividly the first time she played him that song, some days after they'd made their relationship official. At the time, he couldn't believe she'd actually written that about him. He couldn't believe he inspired those feelings in her because she sure as hell inspired that and so much more in him. She fixes her gaze on him hungrily as she sings "we rule the kingdom inside my room." Oh shit. Her bum looks so good in that outfit. How is he gonna survive what's left of the show? Luckily, he's good at keeping it cool on the outside. He has no choice anyways because his mum and Patrick are right there beside him. He knows his face probably looks all giddy and lovestruck regardless, but he doesn't mind. She points at him in circles suggestively as she says "never took me quite where you do." Urgh she knows what she's doing and he can't help chuckling at her teasing. It's torture though. The fact that she's doing this in front of thousands of people is extra sexy. It's interesting because a part of him feels possessive and wants to snatch her from the stage and not have anyone look at her in a "she's MINE" sort of way, but at the same time it's satisfying to know that she's doing all this sexy shit and making everybody desire her, yet he is the only one who gets to have her. He's the only one who gets to love her and enjoy her, and a lot of what she's doing up there is directed specifically at him even though the whole stadium's watching it. Besides, he just knows that she loves having those secret moments with him, as she sings in Dress. So cruel of her to put literal moans on that song and blast them on stadiums. Her antics as she performs it are driving him crazy. Tonight, he feels particularly deprived of her and desperate for her touch because he's been away for what has felt like an eternity.

The crowd bursts into loud screaming one last time as the show ends. Everyone looks giddy and happy, as if they'd just gotten off a spiritual experience, which isn't that far from the truth, he thinks to himself. His mum and Patrick stay chatting with some people and he makes his way towards the dressing room. He says hi to Tree and the staff briefly and walks further down the hall until he reaches it. The door is open and there's no one else but her inside, with her back facing him as she looks in the mirror wiping herself with a towel. She's still sweaty and flustered from the show, and her hair is a bit messy, but she's the most beautiful creature he's ever laid eyes upon. If she looked stunning on stage, she was even more drop dead gorgeous up close.

"You look breathtakingly beautiful this evening, Miss Swift. I heard your boyfriend is out of town, may I take you out for a drink?," he says in a flirtatious tone.

She hadn't realized he was standing there at the door. She immediately looks up at him when she hears his voice and smiles at him through the mirror, her whole face lightening up as she turns around.

"Is that what they told you?", she says playfully as she makes her way towards him. She kisses his lips excitedly. He smiles against her mouth at her enthusiasm.

"Hello, love," he greets her softly when she pulls back for air. They embrace each other tightly for a few seconds, his hands caressing her hair.

"How did it go in London? How was work?," she asks, resting her head on his chest.

"Work was alright. The rest was awfully dull because you weren't there," he answers.

She chuckles softly and looks up into his eyes. "I missed you so much."

"I did, too," he says, staring back. She puts her mouth onto his again, this time more passionate and hungry, her tongue going inside him desperately trying to saviour as much of him as possible. He welcomes it eagerly, her sudden aggressive desire catching him a bit off guard. He responds to her kiss with the same energy, biting her lower lip a little and devouring her delicious taste. His hands rub down her back, pulling her waist towards him. Meanwhile, her fingers snake into his hair as she pulls herself deeper into his mouth. He feels his crotch tighten as he becomes inevitably aroused with her body rubbing against his. His mouth finds her neck and she moans as he pulls her head back gently to get a better angle.

"Shut the door," she pants in between kisses. They'd forgotten that there's people walking by in the hallway.

"Wait, don't you have to meet your fans in the other room?", he remembers, pausing for a moment, which results in a complaining grunt from her.

"I'll have them cancel it," she says decidedly, impatiently pulling him in again, "Most of them came the other two nights anyways."

He pushes her back. "Are you really sure about that?", he questions, raising an eyebrow.

"Do you really want me to answer?", she ponders back desperately, still insisting fiercely on kissing him.

"Fair enough," he chuckles as he gives in to her needs. What Taylor Swift wants, Taylor Swift gets.

She grabs her phone and sends a quick text to Tree telling her that Rep Room isn't happening tonight while Joe shuts and locks the door. He sneaks up behind her and wraps his arms smoothly around her waist, kissing her shoulder as she hits send. "Done?", he asks. She puts the phone on the table and closes her eyes.

"Mmhmm", she moans as he runs kisses up and down her neck. Her skin is so soft and healthy. He grunts a little when her ass grinds against his crotch as she leans back into him.

"You pulled some interesting bits up there tonight."

"Mmhmmm, did you enjoy them?", she says with a small smile, her eyes still closed.

"I certainly did." He starts to unzip her glittery dress to bare her back. Her body is still warm from the physical exertion caused by the almost two hour long show. A shiver runs down her spine when his cold fingers brush against her skin, peeling away the dress as his mouth runs soft kisses behind her neck and shoulders. A loud moan escapes her, the sound making his erection feel even harder in his trousers. She finishes taking off the dress and turns around to face him, her naked breasts against his chest. He grabs one of them as his mouth finds hers once again, his tongue pushing inside in rhythmic movements. Then, he makes his way from her jawline to her neck, shoulders, chest, until he finally puts her other breast in his mouth, sucking and licking her nipple while massaging the other one with his thumb and index finger. She gasps in response. "That feels so good, baby," she whimpers in between moans. Her breasts are a work of art in his eyes, everything about them is perfection: their size, their softness, the hardness of her nipples when she’s aroused, as it was the case right now.

She pulls at the hem of his shirt, aching to feel more of his skin against her. He briefly releases her to quickly take off his shirt and disregard it on the floor. Immediately she pulls herself against him, her hands around his neck as their bare torsos collide heatedly and their tongues dance together. She runs her warm hands over his chest and his abs, sending electricity waves through his body with each touch. The sensation of her hardened nipples against his naked chest was too much to handle and so he dives down to put her breasts in his mouth once again. She moans loudly. "Joe, I...I want you so much," she says, almost in anguish. He licks and bites her nipples hungrily and then, he starts to make his way slowly downward, kissing below her breasts as his hands slide down her sides until he reaches her tummy. She inhales deeply. "Tell me, baby, what do you need?", he says against her skin as his mouth moves further down to her lower stomach. Her body trembles involuntarily in response and he can see her wetness through her panties. She’s very wet, he realizes with a grin. "You," she groans in response, holding onto the table for balance as his hands go up and down the insides of her thighs, "I need you, Joe." He teasingly pulls down the edges of her panties and kisses directly on top of her pubic bone. Her hips thrust forward. "Fuck, I need you now," she blurts out.

"Let’s take care of that, shall we?", he whispers in her ear as he picks her up and carries her towards the comfy couch in the dressing room, her legs wrapping themselves around his back. He throws the cushions to the floor with one hand and places her gently on the couch, kneeling in front of her on one of the cushions. He slides her panties down her legs and onto the floor, so that she was now lying completely naked on the couch. Such a gorgeous sight. "You are so beautiful, my love," he says looking up into her eyes. Her belly moves up and down with her quick breathing, her cheeks flushed slightly. He takes off her shoes and massages her ankles and her toes, releasing the tension on them from wearing tight heels for hours. Then, he starts to kiss his way up her left leg, gently pushing her knees apart to open her legs as he approaches her inner thigh. Finally, his mouth reaches her most sensitive organ and he licks and sucks on her clit, enjoying her delicious taste that he’d missed so much. She arches her back as the waves of pleasure penetrate her. His tongue continues to move around expertly as he digs into the corners of her walls and sucks and bites her clit. "Fuck," she moans, her fingers aggresively digging into the edges of the couch. He slides two fingers deep into her core, his mouth still working on her clit, and starts to thrust in and out. She tangles one of her hands in his hair and pushes him deeper inside her, his tongue joining his fingers inside of her. He gradually quickens the pace of his fingers as her walls contract around his hand and her hips push into him, until eventually she can’t contain her orgasm and comes loudly, screaming his name.

He licks his lips in satisfaction, savoring the fluids from her insides as he moves towards her face to kiss her gently, his fingers still inside her. "Did you like that?", he mumbles against her face. "It was so good, baby," she barely pants in response, "so fucking good". Hovering over her as she recovers, he takes his fingers out and licks them. He could never get enough of her wonderful taste. "I’m glad you liked it, because I’m not finished yet," he informs her.

However, her hands are reaching towards his trousers, where his erection is bulking out, attempting to unbutton them. "No teasing," she pleads.

"What’s that?", he asks instead, deciding to mess with her a little regardless. He’d had to survive her teasing on stage for two hours, it was only fair that she endured something similar after all. He licks the outline of her areolas with the tip of his tongue as slowly and scarcely as he could master, forcing her to lay back, his fingers brushing lightly against her sides. "Joe," she complains, shifting and trying to pull his body closer to her. But Joe holds himself up firmly in a hovering position over her, his skin brushing only ever so slightly against hers every now and then, while his mouth was busy planting the softest of kisses all around her face, occasionally brushing her neck and behind her ears. "Please," she begs, still trying to pull him down.

"Please what? Say it to me, baby. I can’t guess what you want unless you ask for it," he responds calmly while continuing his slow torture on her sensitive spots. He wanted to hear her say it out loud. He wanted to hear her scream how much she wanted him.

"I want you inside of me, Joe. I want all of you inside of me now," she nearly cries out in desperation.

He nibbles on her neck one last time before unbuttoning his trousers. "Is that so?", he says mischievously as he finishes taking off his underpants and shoes. She breathes deeply in anticipation when she sees him completely naked in front of her, her insides feeling overwhelmingly empty without him. He leans towards her mouth once again and she kisses him with hunger, a small gasp escaping her lips when his dick rubs against her clit. "What do you want me to do inside you?", he whispers hoarsely into her ear. "I want you to fuck me, baby," she pants.

"As you wish," he says, staring deep into her blue eyes as he enters her wet insides slowly, groaning from the pleasure of feeling her warm core around him. She gasps and moans, her small fingers digging into his back as she hugs his chest towards hers. He thrusts in and out with slow movements, going inside deeper and deeper each time until he pushes against her cervix. She arches her back and responds moving her hips upwards, moaning and closing her eyes. He goes forward with a bit more strength, pushing her against the couch and touching on her G spot. "Yes, baby, fuck me," she whimpers, her breaths small and quick. Still deep inside of her, he sways his hips rhythmically, rocking their unified bodies back and forth.

"I love you so much, Taylor," he says with adoration. Every inch of skin on his chest was in contact with hers, her soft breasts deliciously cushioned below him. "I love you more, baby," she says back breathlessly, running her lips across his neck and shoulders. He starts thrusting again, gradually picking up the pace. He holds onto the back of the couch and thrusts faster and faster, feeling her walls contracting against his cock. She moans as he goes even faster until she finally comes, another orgasm running through her body as she cries out.

The sight of her body squirming in pleasure almost makes him cum as well. But then, she unexpectedly pushes him to the side, switching their positions so that she was now on top of him. She kisses him and starts riding him energetically, her hands resting on his shoulders and her knees on the couch on either side of him. He grunts and caresses her breasts as she bounces on top of him, eventually placing both hands on her hips to hold her down, until the sensation and the sight of her with her eyes closed and her boobs bouncing as she fucks him become too much and he cums inside of her.

She collapses on top of him and the two of them lay in silence for a few minutes as they recover and stabilize their breathing, their bodies warm and sweaty. When he’s back to his senses, he notices her bathrobe is on the side of the couch and he reaches for it with one hand. He spreads it across her back to keep her warm. Covered with the bathrobe, she cuddles into his lap with her legs on one side and her head resting on his chest as she breathes in and out slowly. He caresses her head with one hand and rubs circles with the other on top of the robe on her back.

"That was a nice surprise there at the end," he says, kissing her forehead.

She smiles smugly. "I thought you’d like it," she mumbles against his chest.

"Did you kick out all the staff before I came in here?", he asks curiously. Usually there were stylists and make-up people inside the dressing rooms with her.

"Maybe," she answers with a smirk, looking up at him playfully. He chuckles in amusement, but secretly he’s glad that she did because he doesn’t know if he would’ve actually been able to wait until they got back to her apartment.

It was hard to believe that this was the same person that had a whole stadium submitted to her performance less than an hour ago. This beautiful creature bundled in his arms was the same powerful force that gave around orders to executives, dominated enormous stages, and attracted followers from all over the world with her songwriting. Yet at this very moment, she’s just another vulnerable human, her blue eyes glowing like a curious child’s as she stares into his lovingly. She reaches up to caress his cheek softly with her hand, scanning his face with wonder. "You’re so gorgeous," she admires quietly. "That was amazing, babe. Thank you."

He leans down to kiss her gently. "You are the most stunningly beautiful creature inside and out that I’ve ever laid eyes upon. I am just fortunate enough to get to be yours," he says sincerely. He touches his nose to hers. "I love you, baby." And he truly loves her so much to the point where it feels like an unexplainable supernatural phenomenon, larger than life itself.

"I love you, too," she says warmly, her face shining like sunlight.

#submission #taylor and joe #taylor and joe fanfiction #taylor swift fanfiction #lets talk swiftwyn

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onceupona-chaos · 3 years

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Belladonna Noctunis

Notes: One-shot, because spy Elain is living in mind rent free and I needed to get this out of my system 😂 As usual, forgive me for any English mistakes, it's not my first language. I just wanted to have some fun and try something new. Be kind!

Warnings: Language, violence and NSFW (mention).

After three days traveling without so much stop to sleep, the gloomy, seedy tavern looked like Flynn's particular paradise. Even with the dirty, wooden floor and the cobwebs on the corners, he'd never been happier whilst he took a long drink from his cheap beer.

Flynn had never been to Night Court territory before and although he found the rumours about the unparalleled night sky to be true, it was difficult to admire anything when you were too busy trying to not get caught. Either by guards or by the evil, bloodthirsty creatures that lived in that area.

But The Night Court was the perfect place for someone who didn't want to be found. The vast land had miles and miles of forests dangerous enough to make the bravest warriors hesitate. Even the Lord of Bloodshed would think twice before stepping into those places. Of course, the border shared with Day Court made it all easier as well.

Flynn let out a long sigh. Two more days in the back of a horse was all that separated him from his payer. The job hadn't been easy. It was the most challenging he'd done so far. But he and Akir had managed just fine.

Since Akir was the one who got the short stick, therefore the messy part of the job, it was only fair Flynn received the money. Still… whatever the prick was doing right now, it was better than being in this hellhole.

Most of the customers had already headed upstairs, the lucky ones with some company. Only a few other males remained in the tavern, sleeping miserably in their chairs, probably too drunk to even take a step, when exhaustion began to settle over Flynn, heavy like a blanket.

He was finishing his third beer, about to raise his hand to call the bartender to ask for one of the rooms upstairs, when a flash of purple and gold caught his attention.

He didn't hear her enter the room. But right there, taking a seat at the other side of the bar, was undoubtedly the most stunning female he'd ever seen.

In a lilac gown that did nothing to hide her curves, especially her backside, her golden-brown hair braided was thrown over one shoulder, exposing her pointy ears, a five petal withe flower behind the left one.

Beautiful, with pink lips that were begging to be kissed… She was every male's dream. Flynn didn't try to hide his eyes glued to her, scanning slowly that perfect face and traveling through the delicious curves of her body. She would be even more beautiful between his sheets, that was for sure.

Given that the bartender was almost drooling when he served her a glass of wine on the house, he probably was thinking the same thing.

Under the scarce faelights, she glowed so at odds with the dark tavern. It was strange, he admitted, that a stunning lady like her frequented such a place. But Flynn didn't pay so much attention to that. Not when doe-brown eyes found him already staring and a little, sweet smile curved her lips before she sipped from her glass.

It was everything he needed to approach her.

He made a point of lowering his voice before saying, "If I knew I would find the most beautiful female I've ever seen in the Night Court, I would have visited these lands sooner."

If it was possible, she was even more stunning from up close, with her soft, creamy skin and large eyes. And her scent… almost made him dizzy.

Her face remained neutral though, as if she had heard that many times before. Which probably she had. "A traveler, are you?"

He smirked, "I'm whatever you wish me to be, gorgeous."

At that, she let out a low laugh. Totally unimpressed as if he had told her the funniest joke she'd ever heard. And strangely that only made him want her more. He wanted to know what would take to make a classy lady like her give in, to make her crawl into his bed.

Every ounce of tiredness suddenly gone.

"If this is how you approach someone where you came from, I have pity on those females," she remarked.

"No one has ever complained. Maybe you just need to try something new." The words left his mouth before he even realized.

Flynn didn't know if it was the stress of the last days or the two months since he had sex. But he could already imagine every filthy thing he would do to her, every place he would fill her.

She didn't respond, only raised her eyebrows in disbelief. It was the sweetest thing that look on her face.

His voice dropped an octave, "Maybe you need an actual male to treat you the way you deserve."

A small blush stained her cheeks, but she just crooked her head and studied him. Her eyes assessing him from head to toe in a way that made him feel bare.

The female narrowed her eyes at him and grabbed her glass, standing from her seat, "What makes you think you are an actual male that can give me what I want?"

Her tone was quiet and low as if she was telling him all of her secrets. And damn him if he didn't want to know them all.

She moved toward a table in the corner, her hips swaying in a way that he couldn't help but watch.

A heartbeat later he joined her.

They talked for a while. The flirting, the innuendos slowly blending into meaningless conversation.

Usually Flinn wasn't one who would talk to get someone into his bed. He would rather pay to have what he wanted than having the job of talking nonsense. But for her… well, it wasn't everyday a pretty thing like that crossed his path. And he doubted she would appreciate it if he offered her money in exchange for a good time.

But also... maybe it was her easy smiles or her open expression, but she did have something that made him want to keep talking, keep the conversation alive.

The fact that she wasn't boring also helped to ease his impatience.

So there he was, talking about a particularly charming incident that happened to him at Solstice when he was younger. It had ended with him lost in the middle of a deserted beach named Prateada, completely naked.

He hoped she would get intrigued as to why he was naked in the first place, the perfect cue to smoothly shift the conversation to a more heated direction.

But the female tilted her head back and laughed. Strangely, he took satisfaction from it. Everything about her was sexy and lovely in the same, perfect measure. Gods, she was killing him. He wished things could go a little faster.

"So you're from Summer, then." She mused, propping her chin over her first.

He shaked his head, "My friend is from Summer, gorgeous. Actually he lives close to that beach, but he didn't come to rescue me, the little shit." Her laugh was a song to his ears and hopefully a promise of what it would come next. "But I'm from Day."

She asked, "Oh? And where is this friend of yours?"

Flynn didn't miss the suggestive edge hidden in her tone."Why? Interesting?"

She bit her bottom lip, and a delicious, deep pink colored her cheeks as she whispered, "You know what they say... three is a party."

Gods above.

His blood heated and his cock ached in his pants.

She was really just sitting there, pouring sweet nothings into the conversation, batting her eyelashes and making his head spin.

The delicate flared of her nostrils told him she smelled it, too. His arousal.

Flynn locked his gaze with hers and drained his drink to the edges, her eyes tracked every bob of his throat.

"Unfortunately for you, my friend had an urgent matter and had to head home. But two can make a party just fine."

She merely hummed and took a sip of her wine. "Sure about that? You do look tired."

"My journey has been tough." He added after a heartbeat, his words full of promise, "It takes more than that to make me tired, don't worry."

She nodded to herself before grabbing their glasses. He made to help her, but one look from her froze him in place. "Sit. I'll take care of you, tonight." And with that, she was gone.

Cauldron boil him alive.

His pants were getting tighter by the second. Flynn took a deep breath, shaking slightly in anticipation.

A beer was placed before him a few moments later and this time she didn't bother to sit across the table, pulling a chair to sit by his side. Her sweet scent hit him hard and he tried not to look too much at her cleavage as he drank his beer, but failed spectacularly.

"I heard the people in Day are very… concerned." She started, her delicate scent enveloping him. "After what happened in the High Lord's palace."

His eyes shot to hers, meeting those doe eyes of hers. Flynn kept his face careful blank, even though a wave of smugness went through his body. It wasn't everyday a plan was executed with such perfection - and right under the High Lord's nose. He knew he shouldn't be talking about it. But changing the subject would only make things more suspicious so he had to play along. "They have reason to be. No one saw who did it."

Flynn took another long sip from his beer, eyes still fixed on her. He didn't know if that scent of hers were messing with his senses, but we could swear even his drink was sweeter, his head lighter.

She inclined her body a little, getting closer to him as if she was about to reveal even The Mother's secrets. Her eyes flickered in a way that should be forbidden.

He felt chills going down his spine.

"It is disturbing, though." She went on, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear, careful to not mess with the flower. "They say the palace wing where one of his lovers was killed is the most guarded one."

He chuckled, too lightheaded. "Perhaps the west wing guards were off duty that day."

Her grin turned wilder as she nodded. "Well… maybe they should be fired, don't you think?"

With that gods' damn scent of hers filling his nose, he couldn't take it anymore. He was too drunk in desire, the corner of his visions turning black. He couldn't even breathe right anymore.

He murmured, "Here I was, thinking you were a good girl."

His heart was beating fast when he dropped his head, aiming at last for those plumb, pink lips.

He wouldn't even make it to the room. No, he would exposed that beautiful backside right there, bent her over the table and fuck her hard, just the way he liked it.

Flynn was already sweating, his mouth was inches from hers - when he felt the air get caught in his throat.

Frowning, he pulled back and gasped slightly at first, swallowing hard as he tried to pull air into his lungs. But it was like his throat had become too tight all of the sudden.

Still trying to ease that feeling, he undid the first bottoms of his tunic.

But it was like there wasn't enough air in the world anymore.

The female didn't show a hint of concern as she stood just to sit on the table before him. Wine in hand, she just observed.

Sweat was pooling in his forehead, his own hands and feet going numb.

"You proved yourself to be a better company than I've imagined, Flynn," she said.

Realization hit him like a punch in the gut.

He knew he hadn't given her his name. His guard was down, but he wasn't so careless, so stupid. Or so he thought. A small, secret smile bloomed on her face. "Although I do think it's interesting that you know in which palace wing his lover was killed when this is private information of the High Lord."

His eyes went wild. Shit.

"You-", he gasped, looking between her and his drink as his numbed hands covered his throat. His vision darkened further, but he still looked at her, at that adorable, fucking flower behind her ear. And utter panic almost made his blood stop cold in his veins.

Only four petals remained.

"Belladonna Noctunis, in case you're wondering. I grow it myself." Her face was harder, any trace of amusement gone. "It wasn't enough to kill you."

The world got darker around them and Flynn noticed it wasn't only because of that damn flower she'd put in his drink. He tried to look around, but he couldn't see past that darkness, that veil of swirling shadows. Where the hell were the bartender or the drunks, he had no idea.

He was still gasping for air, his throat almost completely closed, when a male stepped from a shadow behind her as if he was hidden somewhere in between them. Enormous wings peeking over his shoulders. Ilyrian.

A shiver shook his body as shadows curled around the male, his eyes blazing between them. His voice was deep, but soft as he asked, "Are you ready to go, El?"

That wasn't a common power, Flynn knew that much. He had heard stories about it for centuries, but it was like his brain was as numb as his entire arm now. He couldn't quite place who those people were, not when he was in desperate need of air, his legs getting too heavy to even lift a foot.

A smile bloomed in her face at the sound of the male's midnight voice. "Yes."

Flynn's eyelashes were becoming heavy, sweat running down his face as he still tried to make sense.

The male walked toward them. "Do I need to make him speak more?"

She shook her head. "No, I already have our confirmation. And you owe me fifty golden marks, by the way. I know where the other one is, too."

Shit. Flynn tried to stand at Akir's mention, but his own body wouldn't obey him.

The male gave her a smile as well. "Of course you do," he murmured, chuckling. "You are the sweetest little minx."

She turned to the male, something sparkling in her eyes before asking, "Will you take care of him?"

The male stared at Flynn, his hazel eyes cold. No softness in his voice, no amusement curving his lips. No trace of any emotion now. "He will be our personal present to Helion. They both will."

Fuck. Fuck.

"Generous of you, my love." She was still smiling at the male when she took his scarred hand in hers.

But the way he'd say the High Lord's name, with such casualness as if he knew him… even with his mind and body almost giving up, Flynn saw through his panic, the pieces of a puzzle clicking slowly into place.

That remarkable, perfect face of her… and those shadows… They actually knew the High Lord of The Day Court, because they were members of the… what was the name, again? Inner Circle.

He had heard the tales that travelled through Prythian of how the powers of fate united three brothers and three sisters, including the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court. And the Generals.

Which means… if the male was the Shadowsinger, if they were the High Lord and Lady of The Night Court personals spies...

The last thing Flynn saw was the face of the Kingslayer herself looking down at him - and then the Shadowsinger touched his arm and the world vanished into shadow.

#elriel #elriel fanfic #elriel fic #pro elain #azriel x elain #spy elain #elain archeron

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pupkinpumpkin · 3 years

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Last two favorites~

Sweeney Todd

Alright little disclaimer here, I'm talking about the Tim Burton adaptation because that is the only one I have watched.

The story of Sweeney Todd is about a man named Benjamin Barker who gets sent to prison because a judge wants to bang his wife and (technically) steals his daughter, so Benjamin renames himself Sweeney Todd and plans for revenge

I love this movie to death. Sondheim's music is fantastic like always, I really like the cast and how they play their characters, and it's just so dark and depressingly comedic, I love it!

Wonderful movie musical to watch it when you're in the mood for something dark~

A Gentleman's Guide to Love and Murder

This musical is AMAZING y'all! It is CONSTANTLY competing for top spot with Legally Blonde because it's just fantastic!

A Gentleman's Guide to Love and Murder(I'm just gonna call it Gentleman's Guide) is about a man named Montague(Monty) Navarro who finds out he's related to an Earl on his mother's side after she died and after a few little events, decides to murder everyone in line to be Earl so he can take the position for himself.

A Gentleman's Guide is a comedic drama and boy does it do those two things well. The songs are absolutely delightful with one song being called "I Dont Understand the Poor" and another being the most beautiful romantic song I have ever heard named after one of Monty's love interests, Sibella. It is stunning and gorgeous and sexy and UGH ITS PERFECT

If that's not enough to pique your interest, Monty's actor, Bryce Pinkham, is actually Stolas from Helluva Boss's actor ;3

I'm not exaggerating when I say this musical is unspeakably fantastic, if you need to look at the Wikipedia page to understand what's happening, look at it, if you only have time to listen to it at the gym, go to the gym, do anything if it means you can listen to this absolute masterpiece

#musicals #musical #sweeney todd #demon barber of fleet street #tim burton #steven sondheim #stephen sondheim #a gentleman's guide to love and murder #bryce pinkham #stolas #stolas helluva boss #helluva boss #helluva

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sylverstorms · 3 years

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Fantasy Cruise

This piece is made for a very special someone, @standoutofthecrowd as a gift. The characters in this story are original and do not belong to any fandom. If you give it a read, I hope you enjoy ❣

Warning! The rating of this is M for Mature themes. ;)

They called it the Fantasy Cruise.

The hyper-luxurious ship of not-so innocent dreams, which promised to make anyone’s fantasies a reality during its five-day trip across the Mediterranean.

Well. So long as the money was there for an individual to afford one of its limited, mind-boggingly expensive tickets. Whoever said dreams were cheap clearly hadn’t heard of that cruise.

The advertisements all over the world promoted the experience as ‘starring in a romance movie’. And wouldn’t anybody be excited to star in their very own epic adventure?

“No.” Quinn deadpanned, dragging her luggage behind as she followed Lena into the fifth circle around the same deck, where their cabins were supposed to be.

“What do you mean no, stupid, isn’t this amazing?!” the other girl asked excitedly.

Quinn wondered what exactly was so amazing about getting lost on a piece of wood floating into the vast blue sea. Her glare met Lena’s back without much of an impact.

“No means no. It’s fine at best.”

“Don’t be a spoilsport, Quinn! Just look at this!” the redhead said, turning around to throw an arm around her shoulders and motion towards the polished-to-a-sparkle saloon, as if that would change the brunette’s entire worldview. “I won us free holidays to the world’s sexiest cruise. You should be beside yourself with excitement right now and buying me a shit ton of drinks as thank you!”

Quinn shook her head. “Correction; You won a trip for you and Mike –but then you had to go and break up and drag me into this, at the last moment.” As always. The woes of being a best friend.

“Because your single ass could really use what this dreamy ship has to offer.” Lena stated.

“It could also use some rest and relaxation at my grandparents’ seaside house.” The brunette countered. “Instead of being the wingwoman to the universe’s most annoying redhead.”

Lena grimaced. “And a sucky wingwoman, at that. Most of the guys I’m interested in come onto you.”

“Except I’m a tad too gay to care.” Quinn let out a small, exasperated sigh.

“Well, then this cruise is your chance! There are a ton of girls here and I can guarantee they aren’t straight as arrows, hon.” Lena replied. “Tell you what. When we find our rooms, we’ll take a look around. And if nobody exists to catch the great Quinn’s interest, I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the trip.”

Quinn’s brown eyes immediately lit up at the sound of that.

“I should be offended at how much you perked up just now.” The other girl commented. “But, anyway. Do we have a deal?”

They shook hands. “We got a freaking deal.”

It only took another hundred turns to find their respective rooms.

…

Quinn was no stranger to waiting for Lena to get ready. The woman could show up anywhere from a quarter to an hour later than their arranged meeting time, so it was nothing out of the norm.

Alone in the empty corridor, Quinn checked her smartwatch, then leaned back against her door with a bored huff. She could already feel the ultra-comfy, queen-sized bed within calling her name, but if she gave into the urge to rest Lena would surely come in like the human wrecking ball she was and ruin it for her.

Giggles from down the corridor reached her ears, then.

Two girls were walking towards her, one raven-haired, the other blonde. Quinn didn’t really pay them any mind, until they were close enough to tell the cute laugh belonged to the blondie.

The stunning blondie.

Quinn hoped –but wasn’t betting on it— that she was subtle in her double-take. Because as soon as the beauty entered her field of vision, all else faded into the background. The girl’s hair was shining like silken strands, her pink lips glossy and glistening, absolutely kissable, her pretty face and killer body taken straight out of a dream.

Hazel eyes met brown for a single, earth-stilling second.

Then the girls were past her and Quinn blinked, checking the blonde’s back out before she disappeared around the next corner.

Damn, she thought. Maybe all that crap about fantasies coming to life weren’t complete bullshit, after all.

“Why do you look like a fish out of water?” Lena’s voice came, shattering the dream to pieces.

“Because I felt like one, waiting for your sorry ass to get ready. Move it or I’m going for a nap.”

“No, you’re not~ we’re hitting the pool.” Lena sing-songed.

Ugh. Maybe I can find someone to keep her busy for the next four days. Quinn thought. She’s happy, I’m free, win-win.

If she only knew…

…

“Hey. Hey look.” Lena whispered. Quinn huffed over her drink. “How about that guy? How would you rate him?”

“Why do you assume my answer’s gonna change? All guys get a zero out of ten from me. Period.”

“He’s an eight at least.”

“Sure, Lena.”

“How about that sexy over there, who’s been staring at your abs for the past ten minutes?”

“Hm?” Quinn turned, following her friends’ gaze under her glasses.

The drink nearly dropped from her hand when she saw the blonde from earlier on the other side of the crystalline pool, fair skin glittering from suncream. The brunette’s throat went dry.

“Ah, now she’s speechless.”

“Tsk. Don’t be an idiot, she’s probably not even gay.”

“Do you have eyes? Even I can tell she’s interested.” was the immediate reply.

“From this distance you couldn’t tell a dude apart from a girl, you idiot.” Quinn teased with a smirk.

“You’re the idiot if you don’t act fast and another girl chats her up first. Remember; We’re here to have a good time. Stop being uptight; There’s your good time, all blonde and waiting for you.”

“Yeah, yeah, Lena, whatever you say-” But her friend was already rising from her sunbed. Quinn didn’t pay her any mind, at first, thinking she was just going for a swim or for a guy that caught her eye.

Instead, five minutes later, much to Quinn’s terror, the insufferable redhead was taking a seat right beside the cute blonde.

To say the brunette rushed to the other side of the pool would be an understatement. She could not recall a single instance in her life where she ran faster. It was practically teleportation.

“Hello, girls. This one has had too much to drink so excuse me, I’m taking her away~”

“Lies, they needed to know you have the hots for blondie but you’re too pussy to make a move-” the redhead began.

Quinn covered Lena’s mouth with a hand, pulling her into a headlock with the other. “Shh, don’t listen. We’re leaving. Sorry for the interruption.”

“Sad.” Miss Cute Blonde spoke up with a shy smile. “So… you’re not interested in me.”

“I… did not say that.” Quinn replied, heart suddenly in her throat. “I also didn’t say I don’t want your number.”

“Oh, good.” Another darling smile.

God. Head empty, girl too pretty. Quinn mentally slapped herself to get her shit together. “And definitely didn’t say I don’t want to see you at the bar later. At, like, ten o’clock.” Thank whatever higher power graced me with this sudden bravery.

“Maybe I’ll be there.” The blonde said.

It was only after Quinn went back inside with her friend in tow that she realized she didn’t even ask for the girl’s name.

“You’re welcome.” Lena laughed.

“Shut up…”

“You’re such a useless lesbian, by the way.”

…

Night had well settled over the ship. The massive pool at its pinnacle stood illuminated by both the moonlight and the soft LEDs within it, creating a beautiful setting, equal parts calming and seductive. Perfect for drinks and dates.

Quinn adjusted her blue button-up shirt as she walked out into the deck, greeted by the wonderful sight. There were tons of well-dressed people all around, but her eyes caught on one individual only.

“Hi.” She greeted, surprised she could speak at all, with the gorgeous blonde right there and dressed up just for her.

“Hey.”

“You look beyond beautiful. Only problem is, I can’t keep calling you ‘cute blonde’ in my head.”

“You look sexy. And you can call me Paisley, Quinn.” she replied in her sweet voice.

“You… know my name.” Don’t blush, don’t blush—

“I asked your friend.” came the shy admission.

“Yeah? What else did you ask about me?” Quinn smirked, slipping into the stool next to hers.

“Um… if you like girls…?”

“If I like you?” Feeling bolder, she raised a challenging eyebrow.

“If you like me…” Paisley chuckled there at the end. It was a sound that shot straight to Quinn’s heart.

And that– was worrying.

Because this was quite literally her dream girl in front of her... except she’d already paid the price of dreams, before. It had felt similar, then, since the first moment. A zap, undeniable attraction. An instant connection. And then… she’d been left bitter and alone.

Cold. Afraid to approach women for anything other than one quick, meaningless night.

“I think it’s quite easy to tell I do like you. A lot of things about you. Your hair, your eyes, your smile, that melodic voice. How come a girl like you is single? That’s a crime.”

“Um. Long story, I guess. How come a girl like you is?”

“Long, unhappy story.” Quinn grimaced.

“I have time.”

They ended up chatting the night away, until the small hours of the morning.

…

The deck had nearly emptied.

Paisley and Quinn were walking side-by-side, admiring the dark waves as they gently lapped at the stark white shell of the cruise. It was time to say goodnight, but both were hesitant to go. To break the moment. To lose the chance for more.

Slowly, they turned to face each other.

“I had a great time.” Quinn began. “Thanks for the amazing company.”

“No, thank you…”

Neither moved to leave. Instead, they gravitated closer. Perhaps it wasn’t a smart move. Perhaps it would only lead to more trouble in the end. Perhaps it was fated. Perhaps it was fleeting.

But.

Quinn knew she would regret it for her entire life if she let Paisley slip away without first knowing exactly how soft her lips would feel against her own.

“So…” She began. “In the hypothetical scenario I wanted to kiss you before we go… would you like that?”

A brilliant smile, enough to rival the moon in its shine. “Hypothetically… I would.”

No more needed to be said.

The lock of their lips spoke the rest for them. Slippery, soft, tasting of daiquiri and strawberry lipgloss, that kiss was everything.

That kiss was the beginning of everything.

…

A full day had passed and they spent every moment together.

Swimming, laughing, trading interesting little facts and life stories. Trading kisses. What they had was a bond that formed so suddenly yet so powerfully it defied even logic.

As love often did.

And it was love. They both knew it, instinctively. Perhaps they weren't ready to admit it, perhaps the word was scary to fully register, yet that didn't make it any less true.

Every kiss fed something more than desire. Every caress, over an arm, over the gentle curve of a neck or a thigh, carried more than a physical aftershock.

They both knew they were on the same page on what they wanted, come nighttime. It was a wonder they hadn't ripped each other's bathing suits right by the pool so far. But they could only play nice for so long.

Quinn could feel her skin alight with want at every wayward trail of Paisley's nails on her. She wanted to have everything with the girl, even if it was just for a few days, just for one unforgettable night. They could worry about the rest later. They were already in too deep, anyway.

Paisley's back pressed against the door to her room. Her mouth was already onto Quinn's, tongue over her own, soft sighs and breaths filling the nonexistent space between their bodies.

Quinn's hands slipped under the blonde's top, caressing her tight, quivering stomach.

“Ah, at this rate we'll never make it inside.” Paisley panted.

“Good. Then whoever comes this way will know you're mine to have.” Quinn replied. Her teeth caught the sensitive shell of an ear. “You'd like that, wouldn't you? For them to walk in on us like this? With my hand in your pants, rubbing you slowly?”

“Mmh.. Fuck...”

“With my fingers in your pussy, working deep?”

“Fuck Quinn...” Paisley groaned, pushing herself down on the thigh trapped between her legs. It only made the ache at her center worse.

Quinn couldn't help but rub herself against her, to ease her own lust. Their lips locked again while Paisley fumbled blindly for the electronic lock. It was a wonder they got the door to open with how focused they were on each other. Quick steps took them to the plush mattress at the far end of the room.

The brunette pushed gently, taking great pleasure in how easily her lover allowed herself to fall. Pale wrists were pinned onto the bed while thirsty tongues and bodies sought each other out...

But then they both pulled back. Paused. Stared into each other's eyes. The mood shifted like the wind before a storm. All the previous lust melted into something softer and far deeper, the urgency muted as they slowly started peeling each other's clothes off.

“You really are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.” Quinn whispered.

“You're the most stunning I've seen.” Paisley said back, a hand caressing her brunette's strong shoulders.

As much as she wanted to melt under the ministrations, Quinn wanted to bring her girl to that serrated edge of bliss, first. Thus began her descent down the marble plane of the blonde's neck, pausing to mark the skin with her teeth before soothing it with licks and kisses, enjoying every hitched breath she drew.

God, she feels so good...

With a light caress over Paisley's thigh, her mouth licked over a hard nipple, paying it the proper attention before moving further down. Her blonde was quivering by that point, non-verbally begging for her release. Every muscle taut, every breath shallow, eyes blown into swirling black pools. She was breathtaking.

Everything about the moment was.

When deft fingers finally dragged over soaked flesh, the reaction was as immediate as it was loud. Quinn decided she could easily get hooked on the sound and repeated the same motion with her tongue, from bottom to top.

She could feel in her mouth how ready to topple over the edge Paisley was for her. How she tried to last longer but couldn't help it. Quinn didn't think she could wait any longer, either. She needed to see her unravel more than she needed oxygen, right then.

With the insertion of fingers and a powerful suck, Paisley was crying out into the room, arching, clenching and contorting for her. Quinn, brought to the edge by her voice alone, couldn't help but grind down on her leg to mirror her release.

They both lay together after that, basking in the quiet closeness of their afterglow, hands roaming, worshiping, until the sunrise greeted them with its golden glory.

...

“I'm scared.” Paisley admitted between them. “That when the cruise ends, so will we. And I'm not ready to let this go tomorrow.”

“Neither am I. Not tomorrow. Maybe not ever.” Quinn said. “I haven't felt this way before. I don't generally feel things so... powerfully.” But this one slipped right under her defenses, somehow.

“But how will we make this work? You live here. I live on the other side of the world.” The blonde lowered her head, expression overtaken by sadness. “We'll just hurt to be apart.”

“We'll hurt, yes. But we won't 'just' hurt. Every relationship comes with pain— I think it's unavoidable, whether one’s partner is near or not. The question is, whether that pain is worth it. And I'd rather hurt yearning for you than for not having you at all.”

“I— I don't know what to say...” Paisley trailed off. “I only know I can't bear to lose you.”

“You won't lose me if you don't let me go. I will never abandon you, never let you face this shitty world alone.”

“Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

A promise sealed with a kiss and intertwined fingers below a gorgeous sunset.

And as it turned out, love can defeat any obstacle if it's real and true. Physical restrictions don't matter when it comes to what the heart needs. Distance bends before it. Even time can. Laws of physics and reason cease to apply.

The heart will love what it is meant to love.

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