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Of Tiger Diamonds & Dripping Gold (M)

word count: 7.1k

genre: smut; slumlord/pimp! au + established relationship

pairing: reader/jooheon

warning(s): mentions and depictions of murder, blood, drugs, prostitution, slurs, very rough sex and all else that comes along with being a pimp/slumlord. please don’t read if this or anything along these lines bothers you, thank you.

a/n: there are several warnings with this fic, it is drastically different than my usual writings and therefore i feel as if i should warn readers before hand so please make sure to read them before reading the fic.  


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Mr. Important & Miss. Big Ideas.

                                               PART ONE

Hollie was confident. Surely having confidence was a good thing in a interview. Don’t be too confident. Hollie reminded herself. “Miss Garvey?” A voice spoke. Hollie looked up at what she seemed as the CEO’s assistant. “Yes, tha’ts me.” Hollie spoke, she rose and straightened her new pencil skirt. “Mr Styles will be seeing you now.” She smiled. She seemed nice enough, she prayed that a happy employee led to a happy CEO. Hollie walked into the office by the door opened by the assistant. “Good morning, Miss Garvey. How are you?” He spoke. Hollie had seen pictures of Mr Styles before, she did her research. It was no surprise that he was attractive, but the real version of Mr Styles definitely made her pixelated one on Google seem fake. “I’m very well thank you, your self?” She returned. “Very well too, thank you.” He muttered. He looked down at some papers, she presumed it was the resume she had posted. “This is a nice looking resume, Miss Garvey.” He said raising an eyebrow. “Thank you.” She smiled politely. “Miss Garvey, I need to ask a few questions.” He spoke quite sternly. “Go ahead.” She smiled. “My target audience is men. Men from twenty to thirty. Presumably, lads, ones that want to be on the pull all the time. Why on earth have you brought yourself here?” He said, a sheer grin on his face. Oh no,here she went. “Who’s to say why I shouldn’t be interviewing for a men’s magazine. Men love a woman’s perspective. ‘What do women want?’, ‘What impresses a girls?’, ‘Where’s the place for a date?’, ‘What am I doing wrong?’. Sir, don’t take this personally, but I give all your ‘lads’ the answers that you just can’t quite give them.” She smiled. Harry nodded his head. Exactly what he wanted. “I believe you start tomorrow, Miss Garvey.” He smiled. “I’ll be waiting for you in reception tomorrow eight a.m. sharp.”. Hollie’s eyes widened. “Tomorrow?” She enquires. “Yes tomorrow. I don’t believe I stuttered, Miss Garvey.” He says. Harry takes Hollie’s resume and throws it in the bin. He didn’t feel as if he needed that anymore. Hollie picks up her bag and walks out.

Hollie woke up. Six o clock. She jumped in the shower and got herself ready as quickly as possible to avoid an angry boss. Hollie knew that Mr Styles wasn’t one to take any shit. She certainly didn’t want to be the person who annoyed him. She managed to be at the office by ten to eight and waited in the lobby. She debated to go on her phone or not, but the thought of Harry turning the corner and seeing her scrolling through Facebook wasn’t the ideal situation she wanted to create for herself.

Harry dusted off his arms with his hands. He descended down floors with the elevator wondering whether his newest assistant will be on time or not. She seems prosperous and he didn’t want to have to fire her first thing. His phone rang as he stepped out the elevator. “Yes?” He spoke through the phone. “Harry mate, you out tonight?” Niall cheers down the phone. Harry sighs. “More than likely.” He mutters. “Shit week, mate?” Niall asks picking up on Harry dull tone. “Indeed, new assistant today though. Hopefully this one does better than the one before” Harry rolls his eyes despite the fact he knows Niall can’t see him. “She was hot though mate.” Niall says. “Not hot enough to do her jobs to my standard.” Harry chuckles. “Harry, you standards are always too high, my friend.” Niall cackles.

Harry wraps up his phone call with Niall and approaches Hollie at exactly 7:58. “Ah Miss Garvey, I see you’re early.” He says before he even allows Hollie to meet eye contact. Upon hearing his voice Hollie stands and bushes off her dress with her hands. “Couldn’t have you firing me on the first day now, could I?” Hollie banters. “I should hope you’d at least last a week, Miss Garvey.” Harry banters back. “Let’s go Miss Garvey, we have a lot to do.” Harry says ushering her towards the reception desk.

“Antony, this is Miss Hollie Garvey. She’ll be needing a pass. Now.” He says. “Right away, sir.” Antony says, smiling at Harry. Hollie feels awkward standing next to someone so well respected. “Miss Garvey, if I could just ask for you to look into the webcam here.” Antony asks. Hollie looks into the camera and smiles. “Lovely” Antony mutters making Hollie blush. “Hurry Antony, I do not have all day, despite your thoughts that I might.” Harry says raising an eyebrow. Antony looks down quickly and prints off Hollies pass and Hollie feels awkward. More than awkward.

Harry ushers her towards the elevator and tells her to go in. “We can do all the paperwork later. I can’t be fussed to do it now. I want to show you your office.” Harry states and Hollie just nods. She doesn’t dare question him nor his authority to accept her into the company without any formal paperwork. They reach the last floor and both Harry and walk out the lift. “I have outfit requirements. A black Yves Saint Laurent bag, and I want you to have this certain Gucci coat.” He states. “Um, Mr Styles, I don’t believe that right now I can actually afford that, I’m afraid.” Hollie mumbles. “I never said you had to pay for it, Miss Garvey. You work for me, I want you to look a certain way, I’ll pay for it. Especially under the price range bracket the items fall under.” He says. “Thank you, Sir.” Hollies smiles. “You can call me Harry. When in business meetings and around other colleges, I’d prefer it if you were to call me Mr Styles.” He says. Hollies nods. Harry passes her the bag and coat and Hollie can’t believe the amount of money she currently holds in her hands. She analyses the bag and she whispers, ever so faintly how beautiful it is and Harry smiles. She places her bag by her desk that she had been introduced to seconds ago and plans to switch her bags over later. Delicately she hangs the expensive coat over her chair and looks to Harry to indicate that she is ready to move on.

Harry takes her to a room labelled ‘STAFF ROOM’ and Hollie can only infer that she’ll be meeting some of her colleagues. Hollie really wanted to have a fantastic impression on the people she worked with, but with how fierce Harry is, Hollie knew she had a bigger issue on her hands. Harry opened the door for Hollie and allowed her to walk first. She smiled, of which, he didn’t return. The room stopped. Everyone within the room turned and look a Harry and Hollie. Bidding them both a good morning. Was everyone scared of Harry. “Morning. I hope you’ll all make Miss Garvey feel comfortable.” Harry nods curtly. “She’ll be working with me. I expect you all aren’t having a chat in here and are actually getting on with some work.” He says. Hollie can’t believe that he’s so stern. She had read online that he was stern but in no way was she expecting this…

“Miss Garvey, can you come through please.” Harry states through the intercom from his office to Hollies. “Right away.” Hollie speaks before quickly slipping on her heels once more and knocking on Harry’s rather large bulky door. “Yes?” Hollie asked. Harry placed a rather large looking book upon his desk. “There are about 500 profiles in here of important people I need to know, I do not have the time to remember them myself and I certainly don’t want too. I have much bigger things on my mind than a man’s wife’s name. I need you to revise them my tomorrow night where you’ll be joining me at an event gala. No need to worry about attire, Miss Garvey. I’ll have that sorted. You’re dismissed.” He spoke.

What had Hollie gotten herself into?

Take Care Of You: Part 1

Xiumin x OC

Word count: 8600ish

A/N: Was going to make this smut but I couldn’t get it right so for now this is just rated like 12, cannot guarantee the next chapter will be the same!

Summary: Eunsoo was just looking for a new job when she meets a man who seems to be more than a pretty face. This man offers her something she hasn’t had in a long time. But can this flighty girl let herself fall for a man who makes no promises to ever let her go.

Minseok doesn’t know what it is about the little goddess that stumbled into his life that drives him insane he just knows he can’t let her little had slip through his fingers. He doesn’t care what he has to do he, he isn’t letting her go anywhere. Lucky for him, he has the means to do that.

I take a breath to stop my hands from trembling, I roll my shoulders a few times to get the nerves out, I can do this. I pull the heavy doors open and peek into the beautiful waiting area of the upscale restaurant. A pretty young woman is standing at a podium staring down at something, too distracted to notice I’m there until I’m standing in front of her.

“Excuse me,” I mumble softly to get her attention.

She jumps, dropping her pen and placing her hand over her racing heart, “Oh my goodness!”

“I’m so sorry!” I quickly apologize.

Her eyes scan me, taking in my tight fit dress pants, matching jacket and white button up, “You must be the girl for the interview.”

I nod, “Yes but how did you know it was me?”

“Our manager said you were a foreigner.”

“Ah, I guess I do stand out a bit,” I chuckle looking down at my tanned skin.

“I’ll go get the manager if you would like to take a seat right here,” She gestures to one of the tall fancy chairs.

I thank her before going to rest in one of the seats. My feet bounce anxiously though I know I’m more than qualified for the position as a bartender there is always the chance they don’t want me here. I let my eyes scan around the room, the high ceilings, crown molding, magnificent chandeliers; the one through the large archway draws my eyes into the dining room. I peek curiously, noting how expensive all the tables, chairs and dining sets look, making a mental note not to spill or trip or drop anything, ever. Someone staring in my direction catches my attention, finding a handsome young face lit up by the candle on the table and the soft light from the chandeliers.

Cat like eyes narrow on me, suddenly we are having a staring contest. Pink lips are pressed into a firm line, his soft jaw line sharpens as he sets his jaw, making him appear more mature than he did a moment before. He rests back in his chair, completely ignoring the woman in front of him, his fingers tap against the wooden table’s edge, far away from where the woman’s hand is obviously reaching for him. In a pinstriped suit he looks like a gangster sitting there, confidence and power pouring out of him. I bite my lip, my eyes run back up his body to find his eyes, noting the small smirk now gracing his handsome face.

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Lovesick Blues Part 3

Originally posted by lancetucker

A/N: I might upload Nanny Daycare tomorrow.

Sebastian sat on his expensive leather chair in his large office, his hands running through his hair in frustration. He was frustrated because he didn’t know what was happening with his head. After almost a year of being single, his mind was wandering back to the greatness and stress free environment of a relationship. And not just a relationship with anyone, a relationship with Y/N perhaps. He knew that it was not the best of ideas, to date his own assistant. What would others say? What would she think? Would she reject, maybe thinking it’s very unprofessional?

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Imagine #20 Charles Xavier (Request)

Requested by @angelofrockroleplay: I’d like a Charles imagine where a mute girl finds confort in Charles because she can hear his voice due to telepathy. I’d like to think of this girl as a very young one like 8 years old, who was dropped at Charles school and feels herself lost and lonely because no one knows signing that well or understands her. So it’s more like a fluffy one ;)

Originally posted by netflixruinedmylifeimagines

Not my gif

Words: 1475

Warnings: fem!reader, deaf/mute!reader, typos (and I don’t know how to write from a child’s perspective, I’m sorry)

A/N: So, I know, I promised to have this up… well, about a week ago, but I just completely forgot, I’m sorry, please don’t hate me! I hope, you enjoy it! xoxo

Your hands were shaking and you wanted to be anywhere but here. You didn’t like going to new places; places where you didn’t know what to expect. And this was the strangest place you had ever been to.

Your parents had told you that these people would take care of you and help you with your powers. You didn’t want their help, you wanted your parents. But they had already left.

Your eyes searched the hall for something familiar, something to hold on to. You didn’t find anything. A hand landed on your shoulder and you jumped, almost dropping your backpack. You looked up at the strange man, watched his lips move. He looked nice, you thought, and then, when you didn’t reply, he looked worried.

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Paperwork // one

You get a new job, the dream job. With a new page finally being turned in your life you try to focus on paperwork and meetings, but there’s a few distractions that pull your attention. 

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Word Count: 4k+

Genre: Fluff 

Playlist: OOHYO- Vineyard

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i am lost in you; [1/3]

powerful business woman alex danvers meets her personal assistant maggie sawyer.

inspired by chylers and flos glaad appearance.



Alex still wasn’t sure how she ended up running one of the biggest companies in the world. For real, she has no idea how it happened. But it did happen, somehow and now she is one of the most powerful women in the world and to say that she was proud is an understatement.

Sure, her sister may be Supergirl, an alien and a hero to everyone in National City but Alex was a powerful business women who owned half of National City.

And really, her sister was more a hero for her than most people can imagine, and she dearly loved her with everyone she had but there were moments when Alex wanted to strangle her. Like, when she decided to hire Alex a personal assistant because she ‘needed more time for herself’. But Alex knew Kara’s true intentions.

“Come on Alex, you really should start dating again. It’s fun, believe me.” Kara cheekily smiled at her bigger sister, while sitting on a thousand dollars chair, a file in her one hand and pizza in the other.

“I date.” Alex replied lamely and Kara rolled her eyes.

“Going out with someone on tinder for drinks doesn’t count as a date.”

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shoujojidai  asked:

Okay but thank you for agreeing jeonghan is daddy af cuz honestly more people should appreciate Daddy!Jeonghan omg

We also need more Daddy! Ren in our lives tbh

jeonghan is such a daddy

but more than anything you really made me wanna write a Daddy Ren blurb so I did when I was hit when a sudden burst of inspiration (I was horny as fuck) and this happened omfg

(Warning: smut ahead)

“Daddy, Daddy please,” you begged hopelessly, your words dissolving breathlessly into the air.

“If you want to flirt like a slut, then you’re going to cum like a slut.” Ren was poised gracefully in front of you, sitting in an expensive leather arm chair, a glass of red wine in one hand, balanced on the thick arm of the chair, his lips stained with traces of it, his dark hair ruffled from running his fingers through it and white shirt unbottoned, revealing to you his gorgeous body, just to be all the more teasing. “Daddy will have nothing more to do with you until you’ve learned your lesson. And it’s such a shame to; my cock is so hard, just ready to be filling up your little pussy,” to emphasize his point, and to further tease you, he used his free hand to squeeze the outline of his cock through his tight black pants. 

You were damned. That’s what it felt like. Leather cuffs locking your hands behind your back, a spreader bar holding your ankles far from each other, keeping you from clamping together your shivering thighs, a sparkling jewel plug that only made the overstimulation worse; and the cherry to top it all off, a spot vibrator stuck on your clit, turned on its highest setting and left, the remote forgotten on a table somewhere, along with Daddy’s mercy. 

He was the jealous type; what you saw as common courtesy, being a good hostess, maybe overstepping that slightly, he saw as flirting, pining, on your knees begging for other men’s cocks. Which lead you here, sitting in front of Daddy on your knees, the metal bar pressed harshly into your ass, arms cramping up, constricted behind your back, tears running down your face and sitting in a puddle of your own wetness. 

You had lost track of how many times you had come. You had lost track of how much you had begged, pleaded, of how much you had looked up at Ren through matted eyelashes, just wishing he would end this torture already.

He took another sip of wine and set the glass down on the floor by his feet. He surprised you when he leaned forward and grasped your face so gently with his beautiful hand.

“Are you ready to apologize and suck Daddy’s cock now?“ 

Originally posted by tabisunderwear

i hope you guys like this i love daddy ren so much