#;; all the world’s a stage ( persona 4 au )

[iiguess]

Spare hugs? Spare hugs for one (1) suffering girl, please—-?

[tiredly101]

ok hear me out, i saw Clownsuu's art of wally but like, its a mafia AU Now i cant get the mafia AU out of my head- so like- Mafia AU Wally darling x Male!Singer! Reader? doesn't have to be the same as the AU plot as Clownsuu's AU i just need a mafia wally cuz there's NON. (P.S: Take care of yourself, drink water & take breaks! :) )

This is good! I already had a poll with similar idea holding the mafia au but this shall be a separate fic and I made reader know spanish! Hope you like it!

Devilish handsome singer

Pairing: Mafia leader! Wally Darling x Singer!Male reader

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7,

Illustrated Mafia Au, picture made by @clownsuu!

Context: Gepeto is the same Gepeto from New Neighbor but he owns a bar that was bought by a mafia man instead of Male reader and only warning is one death mention! Mario may be Gepeto's boyfriend, I'm not sure yet, suggested to listen to Báilame by Nacho when M/n appears! And lastly M/n's outfit is basically my Welcome Home persona outfits because it just fitted perfectly!

Wally was sitting in an armchair playing with a gun, in front of him was a woman kneeled down, she was missing an eye and she was crying. She didn't pay in time but just when Wally was going to shot her Barnaby opened the door.

"Sorry to interrupt boss but Mario wants to meet at his bar, Gepeto's, in 30 instead of tomorrow," said Barnaby before walking out of the room with his pipe in hand. Wally sighted and shoot the woman in the head before walking out of the room. He changed in his usual outfit for business; rainbows pants with black suspenders, white shirt, red handerquief in a chocker style and his oversized blue blazer.

Wally was taken by Julie to the bar where Howdy open his door upon arrival. Wally walked inside the bar seeing multiple familiar faces who nodded in respect, this is one of the reasons he loves being the Welcome Home mafia leader since he was feared world wide.

"Mr. Darling! I'm glad you could make it in such short notice... Some issues happened with the secretary but not to worry I got rid of them," said Mario Genapetti while sitting down on the booth closest to the stage and made a sign for Wally to sit down while Howdy followed behind, ready to pounce if told so.

"Let's do business after the singer, you are in for a treat Mr. Darling," Wally sighted but nodded after all he did love some pleasure before business but that normally entitled having Howdy rough someone up so he can get a message across but he supposes that a singer would suffice for now.

The whole room went dark and people started cheering while footsteps could be heard in the stage and then a soft blue light fell on top of a guy; he had beautiful (s/c) skin, soft looking (h/c) hair, his eyes were covered by a black bandana that had a little rainbow drawn in it and he was wearing a dark red shirt that had on top of it a black corset that hugged his waist that was accompanied with some black dress pants.

The guys started singing in spanish while swaying his hips with each beat and Wally seemed to be in a trance at the guy's movement while a soft color settled in his cheeks. Wally didn't understand why he was feeling like that, it wasn't normal in his perspective.

"Who is him?," Wally asked Mario but his eyes never strayed from the guy's enchanting singing and ethereal glow. Mario chuckled which made Wally begrudgingly pay attention to the man.

"That is M/n Novell, his best friend with Gepeto over there and when I bought the bar he was part of the deal and I decided to keep him around since the few times cops stopped by he was all the motivation for them to turn a blind eye...," said Mario while smiling and motioned M/n to go where he was since his song just finished. While he walked over there with grace a guy gave him a black rose before kissing his hand and walking away.

M/n threw the flower on the floor and stepped in it before stopping in front of Mario who smiled and pointed towards Wally to which M/n sighted and sat down on his lap which made Wally blush a bright red color.

"I don't have your money yet Mr. Darling but I should get your payment in two days time and if you are kind enough to wait Mr. Novell here will be willing and able to do anything you want," said Mario which made M/n stand up abruptly and pick Mario by the shirt before turning to Wally and smile.

"We will be right back," said M/n before walking away while dragging Mario by the back of his shirt and Mario seemed scared. To say Wally was confused was and understatement but soon Mario came back with a very obvious slap mark in his cheek and he stuttered when he spoke again while M/n walked towards back stage to prepare for another song.

"Sorry for that miscommunication, tomorrow I will have your money," said Mario while slightly shaking and Wally raised his eyebrow before getting up and leaving. He didn't understand a word of what happened but all he knows is he coming back to that club just to see their devilish handsome singer.

Would you like me to do a part two @frindtheshapeshifter405?

[amethiosspouse]

YUME/OC POST (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

I've actually given up making separate posts for my oc introductions and if I did upload it one after the other, I would feel like I'm spamming so as a solution....HERE!! One big post with most of my ocs in it!!!

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OC 1: Mari Callidora (technically they're my persona/s/i-🤓)

Literally the face of this entire blog. Mari Callidora is the granchild of Hamber. They are the Explorers' healer and their team is split in half with one half being a fighting/exploration team whilst the other being a healing team.

Short backstory: Their mother abandoned them whilst their father ran experiments on them in hopes of turning them into the perfect vessel for a pokemon to take as its own. After their fathers shady practises were investigated, Mari was handed over to their grandfather for him to raise.

Shipped with: Amethio

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OC 2: Rumi Sagespark

Fairly new oc. I say new even though she's supposed to be a rework of my very first HZ oc :3

Short backstory: Pokemon contestant coordinator. Rumi was forced to step down from the role of a Pokemon Pageant contestant after an incident regarding a "fan". Determined by her love for the contests, she decided to run the shows instead of being in center stage as a way of letting newer talents take the limelight whilst she watches from afar to make sure all's well.

Shipped with: Spinel

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OC 3: Kisma Hynelle

Again, not a new oc. Kisma's been with me for a while now. He was originally my "weirdcore" oc and was just a giant fucking eyeball. Silliest out of the bunch. Very gay too (if anyone has name suggestions I will gladly take them I've been wanting to change his name for so long /hj)

Short backstory: Mari's half older brother. Before getting married to Mari's father, their mother already had a boyfriend and a son and after their birth, she left Mari just so that she can live the life she previously had. After finding out about Mari's existence, Kisma set out to try and reconnect with them so he joins the RVT

(and his way of doing so is fucking pathetic, he literally threatened to tongue kiss Friede in front of the whole crew)

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OC 4: Kaname Himeko (hi3 war flashbacks)

Ignore how I changed his last name from Himeguma to Himeko :3. Also, side note but when I talk about Kaname, I wanna be clear that I'm talking about Kaname in this au. Kaname in the au where Mari gets impaled by Rayquaza stays as a child, the photo above is teenage Kaname.

Short backstory: PLEASE JUST READ THIS POST IM SO TIRED RN

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OC 5: Anai Hyorin!!!

Yet another old yume oc I decided to revive. I miss Anai, dunno why I stopped using them after my enstars era ended. ANYWAYS THE BUNNY IS BACK!!!!

Short backstory: After witnessing their friend commit Shoujo Rei (yk), Anai was given their friend's Mareep at their funeral. As a way to honour them, they decided to take a trip around the world with Mareep in hopes of having it Mega Evolve into Ampharos before their friends 2nd death anniversary rolls around.

Shipped with: Ilima

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a/n: GOOD LORD IM FINALLY FINISHED WITH THIS POST. I WAS HOPING TO POST IT LAST NIGHT BUT I FELL ASLEEP (totally wasnt because I was rewatching the eps w Amethio in it)

[nex-u]

Realizing that there are many Enstars AUs you can make by throwing Enstars characters into other media

[AUs undercut]

✅: Roles done

(🖼️: No.): Edits made and how many

❎: Roles WIP

🎨: Edits WIP

📝: Story WIP

❓: Considering turning into an AU

Ensemble Stars characters in:

The World Ends with You [❎📝]

Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun [❎📝]

MILGRAM [✅ (🖼️: 4 ((I made 1, 3 are made by a friend)) 📝]

Alien Stage [✅🎨]

Saint Spell's Love Guide to the Magical Student's Spellbook [❓]

Persona 5 [❓]

Epithet Erased

takt.Op Destiny [❓] (Actually kinda like this idea)

OMORI

I also have a MILGRAM and Alien Stage Enstars AU (I have 5 edits made with the MILGRAM characters), but there's not enough characters combined to replace all the Enstars idols so it's either I add more music related fandoms or just leave the Enstars characters that haven't been replaced

There's probably more but those are just the ones off the top of my head

[monty-glasses-roxy]

24 (What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?) for Roxy

Thanks for copying the question here buddy I appreciate that a lot (I can't load the post on my phone or my own blogs at all still)

Uhhhh honestly, Roxy's pretty different to a lot of my usual other blorbos. I could compare her to Labrys from Persona 4 Arena in a sense that they're both robots with horrible trauma that have been forced to do things they wouldn't dream of doing otherwise, but that doesn't feel like a great comparison ngl

I could compare her to a lot of blorbos though. Like Bracken from Ni No Kuni 2, Unit #024 and Labrys from Persona 4 Arena, for being chronically underutilized by the devs. Maybe PURL from Kuni 2 but PURL feels more... Like an opposite to Mimic? The first attempt at sentient AI in that world, determined to answer the question of what colour is the sky for herself... Only knows a few things, a child her closest friend, and accidentally takes over the wholeass factory in her attempts to see the sky again after like a decade of being deactivated. And also because the devs couldn't think of anything interesting for a new Broadleaf area so they wanted to make sure you did the wholeass factory again for some fucking reason.

Ohhh then again, I was watching those clips last night and Toothless and Hiccup made me think of Roxy and Cassie in an AU kind of way. Mostly because of the dogisms I like to give Roxy and because of several AUs that are more in line with How to Train Your D/ragon... (Put a slash in it to make extra sure I don't end up in any searches for that) So maybe Toothless? Maybe not?

Honestly I don't think I've ever liked a character that has shown much interest in their appearance before. Maybe Erza from Fairy T/ail? Looks cool and could kill you but has zero braincells whatsoever? Also very traumatised? Koromaru from P3 cause his persona is Cerberus and Roxy is the Cerberus to Mimic? And I can see her running around with a knife in her teeth? I dunno man that's a tough question

Ohhh there was also Blaze from the Sonic games! Not because of Roxy specifically, but because in coming up with a horse for her, many of the ideas for it was giving my Blaze vibes lmao. She has a horse in the Olympic games and it's pure white with light purple tack and possibly eyes I don't remember so yeah that kept popping to mind in coming up with a horse nsjsdj

And I suppose my OC Zephyr somewhat reminds me of her. That whole universe I made was started when I got so deep into a Pupcakes/Roxica Pirates AU that I decided to make it a whole thing and Zephyr is who Roxy in the story became. I like Zephyr she's very cool and has become very distinct from Roxy, but her roots are still there, ya know? I'll always remember where she started.

Jsisjsi I could associate Roxy with Disney's Bolt too just cause he's a superhero dog and a funny lil guy. And for some reason one of the OST tracks for the DS game will plague my mind for the rest of my days. Even though I'm thinking of every track but that one right now. It's the one for Bolt's part of the... Something Temple level. Bolivia? Belize??? I think it has a B in it... But anyway yeah Superdog! Hooray!

P03 from Inscryption too but mostly because it's tech themed, and I had that old AU where I drew her as the Scrybe of Technology. Inscryption is incredible btw I fucking love it. I suck at it apparently though. I got to Act 2 and played a fucking beefed up Ouroborus in the first stage of P03's fight like "oh I've got this fucker now!!" No I did not. I absolutely did that. Stoatal misplay. Could not have fucked that up more lmao anyone that's played or seen this game will know exactly what ended up happening there nsjdjdi I FORGOT okay?? I forgot!!!

BACK ON TOPIC yeah Roxy's a pretty different character to the norm for me. Genuinely can't think of anyone that might be similar to her enough for them to remind me of her if I saw them again. Maybe if I went back and watched the old My Little Pony from the fucking 70s or whatever, but it would just be the standard stereotype of "all girls care lots about their appearance and gasp in horror if you dirty a pretty dress" probably. You know the one. I do my best not to humour that shit in my own Roxy interpretation but it's hard to forget that's absolutely where her written personality stems from :/

[theartistknownaslymond]

Post-canon F/P for the playlist ask please (possibly around Philippa and Joleta’s girls night out?)

So! I already did a mini-playlist for the girls' night out fic(s) (link1, link2), and didn't want to let an F/P playlist get taken over by the kind of stuff Joleta might sing karaoke to (which is actually very valid and good music, just not very F/P! If anyone wants that playlist too, just drop me an ask...)

And then, that decided, the first draft of the playlist trashed, I just spent an age trying to work out what actual romantic music there was from the '80s/early '90s. Of course, one track remained through all my editing, and that was a Kate Bush one. Finally, I am pleased with what has come together though.

tant que je vive

a band AU playlist for Francis and Philippa facing the open sea 💙🌊

1) Bert Jansch - The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face 2) R.E.M. - Strange Currencies 3) Cyndi Lauper - I Drove All Night 4) Cock Robin - The Promise You Made 5) Richard Thompson - King of Bohemia 6) 10,000 Maniacs - Trouble Me 7) R.E.M. - Perfect Circle 8) Kate Bush - The Sensual World 9) Anne Briggs - Willie O'Winsbury 10) Peter et Sloane - C'est la vie d'château avec toi 11) Maurice Jarre - Lara's Theme 12) Björk - Venus As A Boy 13) Nick Drake - Northern Sky 14) Nic Jones - Master Kilby 15) The Cure - Close To Me 16) Black - Wonderful Life 17) ABBA - Waterloo

As before, fcs are Johnny Flynn and Lucy Farrell. Discussion under the cut.

*Deep breath* No pressure, says Dorothy. It's just that Francis and Philippa are SO IN LOVE, so PERFECT for one another, so ON THE SAME WAVELENGTH that how could anyone else possibly understand (Jo this isn't about your Jerott issues shut up). She'd die for him. He'd die without her. They're going to be *SO HAPPY* when they're together but they did their best to make it deeply angsty beforehand. So what the hell do you put on their playist?! I had a few modern songs for them, but I'm enjoying keeping these a bit more period appropriate, so had to have a go. Some tracks are here for the lyrics, some are here for the vibes. I think it's mostly a fun playlist and not too angsty, but. I'm not sure what you need to ask for to unlock the Cheesiest Timeline of this AU yet, so just keep sending requests until we get there, I guess?

1) because the modern Offa Rex version is one of my ultimate Songs For Them. I couldn't find a period version with lyrics that I liked as much, but Bert Jansch is a Scottish folk guitar legend and this is a lovely instrumental version. 2) AU Francis/Philippa vibes are a bit...what if Michael Stipe's stage persona and Natalie Merchant were stayed together and wrote beautiful, impenetrable, complicated pop/rock/folk/grunge hits together? 3) I don't think I need to explain this one. It's a great big romantic I'd-do-anything song. 4) *smugly places a song about promises on an F/P fic*  oh no wait now pain. Because you lot get to suffer too, here are ALL the lyrics to a song Spotify randomly recommended for this playlist that is more F/P than anything I could have come up with myself: If I laid down my love To come to your defense Would you worry for me With a pain in your chest? Could I rely on your faith to be strong To pick me back up and to push me along? Tell me

You'll be there in my hour of need You won't turn me away Help me out of the life I lead Remember the promise you made Remember the promise you made If I gave you my soul For a piece of your mind Would you carry me with you To the far edge of time? Could you understand if you found me untrue Would we become one, or divided in two Please tell me

You'll be there in my hour of need You won't turn me away Help me out of the life I lead Remember the promise you made Remember the promise you made

Could I rely on your faith to be strong To pick me back up and to push me along? Please tell me

You'll be there in my hour of need You won't turn me away Help me out of the life I lead Remember the promise you made Remember the promise you made Remember the promise you made Remember the promise you made 5) This has also been a longstanding F/P song of mine, and I figured 1994 was just about early enough for it to be period-appropriate in a post-canon playlist. 6) Again with the Natalie Merchant. She may be more of a Kate fc, but this song is pure F/P: Have a look inside these eyes while I'm learning Please don't hide them just because of tears Let me Send you off to sleep with a "There, there, now stop your turning and tossing" Let me Know where the hurt is and how to heal Spare me? Don't spare me anything troubling 7) This one is for the Vibes. I just think it's *beautiful*. 8) This is the Kate Bush song that stayed on every version of this playlist. Based on the final chapter of Ulysses - literary and sexy, just like Francis and Philippa. 9) Again, broadly vibes rather than lyrics - the mysterious blond can be Francis, sure, but the main thing is it's a fairly consensual and lovely folk song, and I love this version by Anne Briggs so much. 10) Because I put their biggest hit on the angsty Francis pining playlist, I thought they'd like one where they just get to enjoy it. 11) The balalaika on Willie O'Winsbury reminded me of this, and again, it's a big iconic love song. 12) A bit on the literary and sexy side again. 13) I only encountered The Most Cheerful Nick Drake SongTM through a cover by my faves, Maximo Park, but I think Francis and Philippa deserve it in any iteration. 14) Another Romantic Folk Song for the vibes! Nic Jones was one of the most astonishingly brilliant folk guitarists. 15) Vibes. Robert Smith said it's meant to be unsettling, but I actually think it's just gorgeous? Also Francis 'I've waited hours for this / I've made myself so sick' Crawford finally realising Philippa wants him back. 16) Just vibes again. Even though the lyrics have him on his own, he still longs for another. Plus sea, plus blue eyes, etc. Too beautiful to leave off. Sun in your eyes The heat is in your hair They seem to hate you Because you're there And I need a friend Oh, I need a friend To make me happy Not stand here on my own Look at me standing Here on my own again Up straight in the sunshine

No need to run and hide It's a wonderful, wonderful life No need to laugh and cry It's a wonderful, wonderful life 17) Yes I meant to put this version on.

[crescentfool]

the fics i’ve read in august 2021

happy september everyone! can’t believe we’re entering the last third of the year. as per usual, i’m compiling my favorite fics to kickstart the month! if you’d like to see last month’s fic recommendation list, you can find that here.

all fics listed here are from persona 3 or persona 5. most of them are ryomina / minaryo fics, but there’s also a selection of shuake / akeshu fics! please mind the tags/warnings/ratings when viewing the fics; read what you’re most comfortable with! with this in mind, the full list is located under the cut.

all fics are formatted as TITLE by author | rating | appx. word count | brief description of fic (including main ship/character, tropes/AU, and whether the fic is completed, ongoing, or abandoned)

persona 5 fics

dens sapientiae by xylosis | T | 1.6k | shuake oneshot where akechi gets his wisdom teeth removed. an absolutely funny read especially for people who like to see akechi being delirious 😂

Like An Ocean’s Pearl by Coffee_Bean_Claude | T | 11k | ongoing shuake fic featuring mer!goro and a selectively mute trans persona 5 protagonist. features some cool dynamics between all of the PT- and a very enjoyable take on mer!goro.

CYOA: Goro Akechi and his very hungry roomba by bloominginthenight | T | 4.6k | a completed shuakeshu choose your own adventure crackfic, centering around akechi and his roomba. i highly suggest reading all of the routes because this is REALLY fucking hilarious.

how joker and crow survived in the ever-evolving world shaped but not entirely defined by the coronavirus pandemic in 2020 and 2021 by shantealeaves | T | 12.7k | a oneshot centering around joker and crow in the pandemic and how they cope with everything. haircuts are a central motif in the work and i love the characterization. reading the previous work is not required, but i recommend that one as well!

persona 3 fics

Eurydice’s Vow by crescentmoontea | T | 13.6k | a very phenomenal ryomina fic that takes place within the third semester of p5r. the characterization of this fic is amazing; it’s very reminiscent of their dynamic in the movies! this fic is just three chapters of completed bliss that will absolutely make you cry. (also features background akeshu, if you squint)

Hours at the End of the World by TwilightKnight17 | G | 5.4k | a completed multichapter ryomina fic that explores a canon-divergence AU that changes the outcome of January 31st. this work is the first in the series known as the Hours ‘Verse, which also includes Persona 4 and 5 (which I’d also recommend checking out if it interests you!).

69912 by neonsign | G | 2.1k | ryomina oneshot that explores their first kiss! i really enjoyed the characterization on this- it’s short and sweet.

13191 by neonsign | G | 959 | a very short ryomina oneshot that focuses on the two from the perspective of an established relationship. it’s very bittersweet but it’s a cute and cohesive scenario nevertheless!

held in the arms of your words by superheroics/synthetica | T | 4.1k | angsty ryomina oneshot that focuses on their relationship on christmas eve. it depicts ryoji’s POV from a second person, and how he uses every language of the earth. a very clever and poetic fic that will make you cry your insides out.

telling eyes by Katseester | G | 2.1k | ryomina oneshot that depicts their relationship at various stages within the canonverse timeline. it’s such a meaningful rendition of their relationship and i enjoy the characterization and internal monologue/narration SO much.

This Boy’s in Love by ang3lsh1 | G | 1.9k | AU where minato is a DJ and ryoji pulls some strings for minato’s success. it’s a brief oneshot- but it’s a fluffy and entertaining one at that!

Take Care by teamchaosprez | G | 1k | very short and sweet ryomina oneshot where ryoji visits minato and takes care of him. i would love to see more of this scenario but it’s super cute and fluffy nevertheless!

just like heaven by megidolaon | T | 2.9k | a bittersweet ryomina oneshot that showcases the mutual understanding/same wavelengths of their relationship. the fic has some all-around somber/quiet vibes and it’s super lovely.

Under the Moon and the Stars by BkZa555 | M | 13.2k | a ryomina oneshot with BANGING characterization. it’s a beautiful rendition of these two getting together BEFORE december and the emotions feel super tangible. the fic does feature sexual content, but the fic has dividers so if that’s not your thing, you could skip it. either way, the characterization is great!

New Year’s Eve by KiraLioden | T | 6.1k | a completed ryomina multichapter fic that focuses on the emotions that ryoji, minato, and hamuko experience on 12/31 through alternating perspectives. i really like all the interpretations here, as well as minato and hamuko being twins!

and that’s all the fics i have to recommend for now! i hope to see you all next month for another batch of lovely fics. in the meantime, i hope anyone who reads these fics enjoys them as much as i did! if you enjoyed them, please be sure to leave the authors a nice comment on ao3. and if you’d like to recommend fics to me, please feel free to drop some in my askbox! i’d be happy to hear about them 💗

[herstarburststories]

the first step is always the hardest.

Pairing: au!dean winchester x reader

Summary: Huntercorp!Dean asks you out on a date.

A/N: I'm happy with how this one turned out. It's very different from my usual to do, but so cute! au!dean lives in my and in brazil right now sjhsjs. Anyway, this is my part for @firefly-in-darkness 2k challenge! Congrats again, honey. My prompt was “I’m just a simple man trying to make my way in the universe.” And this was requested by @anaelsbrunette.

Warnings: mutual pining and adorableness.

Some things aren't supposed to be hard. In Dean Winchester's opinion, this is one of them. What he's about to do isn't quite professional or preferred by his dad -- although, not exactly against HunterCorp's strict code of conduct. Alright, he might have to report to HR about the relationship due the anti-harassment policy if you two ever get that far, but that's another point. The fact right now is, it shouldn't be this hard to blurt out a simple 'would you like to go out with me?' towards the woman he had been pining for weeks. 

Dean asked girls out before, and three out five said yes. Usually, his goofy way of flirting is enough to make them take the lead. When it doesn't happen, though, the Winchester laces his hang out proposal with wiggling brows and a suggestive smirk. They'd laugh and a date was settled.

He isn't shy. Dean gets embarrassed easily and yes, he is a little too spoiled to have a larger vision of the world, but he can get his way with the women he's interested in. Therefore, it shouldn't be that difficult, right? In theory, safely hiding in the back of his head, it isn't. The hunter remains passing some vague steps on his mind: 1.) Go to you. 2.) Try not to get lost at the sight of you. 3.) Don't try his Spanish to impress you because it's not going to work. 4.) Smile in a boyish way, just being cool. 5.) Ask you out. Samuel said it was a good plan. He just needs to execute it, get through his words and make them into actions. 

So why is it so excruciatingly hard?

You, a HunterCorp's rookie, recently graduated in their new worldwide program to recruit willing hunters that weren't born in the life. You are smart, bilingual, pretty, strategic, spontaneous, and strong. You laugh loud as if joy should be going inside everyone's ear, but you also fight to kill with both words and trained combat skills. You, one of the best hunters of HunterCorp, which is the only thing Dean would ever try to say he was compared to you. You, Y/N Y/L/N, the girl with fancy red boots and tight jeans, is everything Dean never dreamed of and way out of his league.

You are a ferocious scream in civility that shakes his ground and makes him want to know how human savagery felt like after years being spoiled. You tease the green eyed hunter, never leading to evilness, and always with a beam that makes him feel lucky to be the fool to your kingdom. Dean feels comfortable with you, like taking his expensive socks off at home and chuckling with his mouth full, or even attempting a new food that makes his tongue experience marvelous flavors never felt before.

The eldest Winchester brother is almost dancing around his own feet for five minutes and counting. Gulping nervously every time he hears the noise of a door opening as he shuts his eyes, picturing the perfect ending of 'asking Y/N on a date' plan.

Okay, fine. Maybe he does have a reason for envisioning the possible difficulties of this situation. How could he not? Dean wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable by asking you out again if you said no today. It's a now or never situation. How can he not be sweating in his levis?

“Duncan?” you ask, your voice exhaling a name that isn't his, but it catches Dean's attention nonetheless. He must have been listening what you were saying before even turning around to catch a glimpse of you. “Duncan!”

You poke his arm, causing him to move quickly to face you. Despite getting his name wrong, you look gorgeous: your hair was a mess like usual after spending too long in your office, sunglasses on the top of your head, and a joyful grin on your painted lips.

He straightens his posture to regain some confidence. “Dean. Dean Winchester.”

Your eyebrows knit together in a weight of confusion. "Who are you?"

This is it, his mind whispers. Rule number four, be cool. Say that thing that guy says in the movie which Sammy made you watch! Dean licks his lips, leaning against the counter. He shrugs, attempting to get in a persona that would only be him in another universe. “I’m just a simple man trying to make my way in the universe. You know, Dean Winchester.”

His shoulders drop as you let out a laugh, and suddenly the perfect threat in his fantasy became a funny joke. He doesn't even waste time being too embarrassed, though: he loves that sound.

“I'm kidding, Dean Winchester. I know who you are. You know, you're kind of the owner of this building?” you say humorously, pointing around the establishment.

Dean's brows arch quickly as he replies: “Technically, it's my father.” 

“Who cares about the technical, right?” Of course you would say that with your own sequin smile and a playful wink. Who gives you the right to make his heart go wild? God, he sounds like a chick-flick. “Anyway, do you need something? I noticed you standing at my door.”

“Yes.” His stupendous moment. The stage is his and he better make it worth it. Dean's going to ask you out now, and then, he sees your features changing into curiosity. You're so adorable with your soft frown and head cocked, hair cascading down like one of the surrealistic paintings decorating his office walls. It reminds the Winchester of the way their brilliant colors and space tangle together to make something so gorgeous he couldn’t bear to give it another name but art. God, what if you say no? What if you say yes? What if everything is weird after that? “No. I mean, yes. I...”

“Are you okay?” You place a hand on his bicep. One touch, a blaze starting to burn in the best ways. His heart gives out, beating too crazily to be properly felt -- that doesn't help one bit.

“Yeah, this muchacho is okay.” Dean points at himself with two thumbs. Here goes all the rules in less than three minutes of chatting. He sighs to himself, offering you a pageant smile. “Just forget about it. I was going to ask for a report on your last hunt, but you can send it to my email.”

“Sure thing. I'll send you them after I come back from lunch. McDonald's waits for me.” The Winchester doesn't know if his mind is playing tricks on him, but he can swear he saw disappointment on your face. It could've been that tell, your hair brushing your lips like he craves to, or even how you blink so adorably under the dim light that makes a sudden glimmer of newfound courage hit him. Granted, it's with a trembling voice, but still.

“Maybe I could go have lunch with you?” Dean can practically hear his brother saying, be assertive, ask her out. He rushes to correct himself. “You. You could grab lunch with me. If you want. We could go have lunch together.”

“You like McDonald's?” You bit your bottom lip, arms crossed despite your subtle chortle.

“Of course.” Dean scoffs, gaining a glare of yours for a few seconds before he sighs with a shrug, a flush of pink coloring his cheeks. “No. Processed food isn't a thing in my house. Dad likes to spoil us with homemade meals and scotch.”

“Well, I'm sure John doesn't know how to cook quesadillas. I know the perfect place we can go.” You grab his wrist, and despite all empirical evidence to the contrary of such strong euphoria stemming from a simple touch, he goes against every scientific rule and gets to heaven on earth. “And Dean?”

His voice is lighter, happier by that mere gentle gesture which causes Dean's cheeks to dimple with branded delight as he answers: “Yes?”

You don't bother pulling your hand away. Instead, you intertwined your fingers, smiling like a baby when you notice his sweaty palm. At least you aren't the only nervous here. “Our second date will be at McDonald's.”

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[ohblackdiamond]

life and life only (paul/victoria) (pg-13) (part 14 of ?)

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Mermaid AU. Paul lives in isolation in a sunken ship with his sister, until a new mer comes by to see his ship, and he starts to reassess the human world. In this chapter: KISS veers towards superstardom, and Ace accidentally lets his identity slip to the worst possible person.

Voices in the Village (cont.)

 KISS’ resident romantic, Paul Stanley, turns out to be quiet and very far removed from his bisexual, lascivious stage persona. He’s even removed from the rocker lifestyle, at least off-tour. Sure, he has a Tiffany lamp worth more than my car, but not two feet away from it hangs an unaccountably grubby-looking, cracked antique mirror. He wears a diamond stud earring and designer jeans, but his hair isn’t brushed. In short, he’s a contradiction, and he shakes his head when I tell him so.

“Not at all. I just like what I like. Nothing’s fake, just different facets.”

Out of the makeup, Stanley is easily the most agreeable-looking of the band. He has slightly saturnine features paired with large, winsome brown eyes–he’s still no traditional heartthrob, certainly, but he’s as close as KISS can offer.

“I eat nothing but crap on tour,” he says candidly, putting a forkful of midafternoon cake between pouty lips. “It’s a lot better for energy, but you can gain ten, fifteen pounds easy if you’re not careful.” The pout turns into a smirk. “Just ask Gene.”

But I’m here to ask Paul Stanley. He’s slow to open up about anything more personal than Star Trek reruns (“I never saw it when it first aired”) and the grueling tour schedule, but he warms up over time. “I didn’t have much growing up,” he confesses. “But I always wanted to be on a big stage. I wanted people to look at me.” He pauses. “You wanna be noticed. KISS uses paint where a politician would use a suit. It’s another tactic, is all.”

Another tactic in an arsenal that includes fire and smoke bombs, crass lyrics, and onstage homoeroticism. Stanley just shrugs it off. “I think people forgot what rock can be. I don’t want to see some guys go up in jeans and t-shirts and play the same old shit. That’s so sixties. We’re past that. KISS gives you a show. All the bells and whistles. Everything.”

What KISS gives Stanley is something he’s more keen to explain. KISS’ popularity– and financial trajectory– is expected to meet or surpass the Beatles, if record, ticket, and merchandising sales continue to skyrocket. “The money’s great. The women are even better.” He grins. “I lost my virginity when I was fifteen– older woman, y’know– but I wasn’t real popular. The girls banging down the hotel doors now wouldn’t have looked twice at me in school. Every tour makes me almost forget that.” As far as KISS’ immediate future, plans for the new album, perhaps, he only states: “We’ll keep going. We’ve never left an audience unsatisfied.” And KISS’ audience has snowballed from hotel ballrooms to America at large.

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“Twenty-two, my ass,” Ace snorted. “That face is a hard twenty-four.”

Paul snatched the magazine up and swatted him with it. Ace just laughed.

“Why the fuck do they do that, anyway? Cut the ages like that.”

“Hollywood. And Bill.” Bill was aiming to make KISS a phenomenon. They were infiltrating the teenybopper market through merchandise and magazines, something Paul was indifferent about. They had to keep looking fresh, or at least appealing. If the kids knew their drummer was thirty, that would kill it.

“Bill, yeah.” Ace winced for a moment. “I’ll be twenty-five in April.”

“I always think you’re older than that.”

“Why?”

“I dunno.” He did know. Ace had hit all the ordinary mer milestones. He’d first gone ashore at eleven, and by fourteen or fifteen, he’d started visiting in earnest. The only thing he’d been even slightly late on was deciding to stay ashore. “You get things that I don’t.”

“I don’t get anything, man. Four years and I can barely walk around here right.”

“You’re a lot better than when you started.”

“So’re you. You’re still kinda stiff, but…” Ace hesitated. “Dancing around, doing the jumps and shit onstage… you look good. You look like them.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, I do. ’M jealous, Paulie. You come off better in interviews, too. You fit in better than me.”

“I don’t feel like I do.” He swallowed. He’d rarely had any deep conversations with Ace over the course of the tours. Ace was too drunk for that most of the time. He didn’t understand that, either. He’d heard of mer getting roaring drunk after sinking ships, but they weren’t around enough alcohol normally to get dependent on it. It was more disturbing to see one of his own fall into it than to watch Peter. “Ace, when… even before I came to Queens, I used to listen to music all the time. And sing along, too. Because it made me feel like I could be somebody else.”

“And you ain’t.”

“No. Not for long enough. Just as long as the curtain’s up. Or as long as the interview goes on, or the chick’s in bed with me, or–or whatever else. It never lasts. I can’t hold on to it.”

He wanted to go into it more. Really explain himself. How Ace never seemed like he was putting on. Onstage or off, loaded or sober, Ace was the same. A mer who thought he was an alien, stumbling through life with a Les Paul and a glass of champagne. How much he envied that wholeness, that impermeable sense of self. Gene had it, too, and even Peter, that conviction that couldn’t be shaken up. They didn’t feel the way he did at all, no matter what the articles said, or the interviews, or any of the shit backstage. They felt real. They were real.

“You know what you need, Paulie?” Ace was quiet, dark eyes dilated. “You need a girl.”

“Ace, c’mon, I’ve had girls.”

“You need a girlfriend. Some nice girl you can keep being miserable with.”

“I’ve had those, too,” he protested, as though Ace didn’t know that none of the girls he’d been with even lasted for much more than half a tour. Over the last two years, as KISS had started to get successful enough to make a little real money, and not have to share hotel rooms, he had started to turn to them and the groupies both, adding women up in an awful arithmetic. Low-level models and actresses. Once, even, Lydia’s cousin, which Peter had cackled about. It never seemed to work out. He wasn’t after a mate anymore. Except-- 

“You don’t still want her, do you?” Ace didn’t sound judgmental as much as curious. Paul shook his head.

“That’s too bad. You could do a lot worse.”

-- 

The tours continued. He kept waiting for the day he felt real, and it didn’t come. He sat down with Bill late some evenings, passing a joint around (it had become standard). He liked Bill for his sureness, his classiness. His secrets. Bill could have his boyfriend Sean out with him on tour, at band dinners, things like that, but he couldn’t so much as hold his hand anywhere much past New York City or San Francisco. 

He thought maybe Bill would understand.

“I get it. Gene was telling me the same thing.”

Paul was a little taken aback.

“Really?”

“Yeah. He said the Jewish boy from Queens schtick wasn’t magical enough. He was right.” Bill closed his eyes. “Four lads from Liverpool… it had appeal. Very working-class. Elvis had it, too. Dirt poor. Rags to riches. The public likes that.”

“I didn’t have anything growing up, Bill.” Maybe it was the joint talking, as he kept confessing. “I didn’t even have a guitar until I was eighteen.”

“Really?”

“It’s probably why I suck so much.”

“You do just fine, Paul.” Bill was automatically trying to put the charm on, that managerial smoothing-over to soothe bruised egos. For once, Paul wasn’t up for it.

“You don’t get it. I-I really didn’t have anything. I had enough to eat, but… my… where me and my sister lived, that place, it was falling apart. My mom, she got real sick, she couldn’t keep everything up, and we didn’t know how. So we just, we lived there and watched it crumble.”

“Your mother–”

“She’s not my mom, Bill. My mom died.” Another inhale. “Is that the story you want? Is that rags to riches enough?”

“Paul, I don’t mean to--” Bill started, interrupted by Ace bursting through the door. He was wet, wearing only a sloppy bathrobe, the belt not even tied.

“Paul! Paul, I gotta-- fuck, I gotta talk to you!”

Paul stubbed the joint out immediately on an ashtray. The look in Ace’s eyes was too wild for Paul to put him off for long.

“What’s wrong?”

Ace shot a glance in Bill’s direction, then shook his head wildly.

“You gotta… you gotta come up to my room, okay?”

Six years of constant lying had served him well enough, even when stoned. It came to him, a way out that wouldn’t get Bill too suspicious.

“Christ, Ace, I told you those girls weren’t gonna be into the space shit.”

“No! No, they like the space shit, they… they just wanted, uh, an orgy, y’know…” Ace wasn’t doing as well with the story as Paul had hoped. “You coming or what?”

“I’m coming.” Paul tried to position a grin on his face, fiddling with the top button of his shirt. It was a purplish-pink swath of colors, on the border of garish, on the border of a blouse. The guys had been ribbing him about it since it had first come out of his suitcase. “We’ll figure out a better story later, Bill.”

-- 

Ace only bothered to tie the belt of his bathrobe when he realized they were passing by the hotel lobby on the way to his room. He struggled with it, fingers quivering, and Paul was on the verge of helping him when he finally got the sash tied properly. By that time, they were almost to the elevator.

“I fucked it up, Paulie,” he mumbled as soon as they were in the elevator. “I really fucked it up.”

“What is it?” He could picture a million scenarios. Some chick dead or dying of an overdose there on Ace’s bed. A newspaper reporter with blackmail photos-- Ace fooled around with men, too, although not nearly as often as with women. A drug deal gone wrong. It could be anything. But Ace just shook his head. When the elevator opened back up, Ace led Paul to his room in silence, opening up the door.

At first, Paul couldn’t tell what was wrong. Everything was strewn around the hotel room like normal. The T.V. set had a pair of underwear hanging off one lousy antennae. Ace’s purse and some beer bottles decorated the floor, and the dingy scent of sex from sometime much earlier lingered in the air. 

No one in the room, either. Paul turned to look at Ace, who only pointed ahead, to the adjoining bathroom. Paul stepped inside easily-- the bathroom door had been busted open. It leaned against the wall like a drunken sinner. The tub was full, water sloshed past the tile and starting to soak the carpet in the next room.

There was no one in the tub. Paul swallowed thickly, hand running over the hard plastic surface, when he caught sight of something blue and glimmering, no more than half an inch long. Almost the shape of a guitar pick. A mer scale.

He reached over and picked it up. Ace flinched like it was still a part of him.

“Who saw you in here, Ace? Who caught you?”

“Paul, I didn’t mean to, I swear. I-I told him I was gonna take a bath! How the fuck was I supposed to know he’d come in like that?”

“Who was it?”

“Who does that to people? What kind of an asshole-- he thought I was drowning in there just ’cause I was in the tub for nearly an hour! Got Big John to break down the door! I was asleep, Paulie! Can’t even go mer in the fucking tub without Gene stomping in on me!”

Gene. Gene knew. And Big John, too. Paul felt prickles go through his whole body.

“How much did he see?”

Ace let out a sound that was halfway to choking and halfway to crying.

“Everything! I tried to go back quick, but it didn’t matter. He saw everything. There’s no way–”

“What’d you tell him?”

“I didn’t tell him nothing! He-- they both ran out. I don’t know what to do. Gene’s not like Jeanette, Paul. Big John, either. They ain’t gonna keep it to themselves. They ain’t gonna think they were just seeing things.” The panic in Ace’s voice was only making Paul’s heartrate skyrocket. “I dunno what to do. I dunno what they’re gonna say, what they’ll, what they’ll do--”

“Where’d they go?”

“I dunno.”

“I’ll talk to them, okay? Figure out where they’re at. It’ll be all right.” Paul paused. He was breathing too hard for the easy way his words were coming out. “I bet nothing’ll happen.”

“You serious?”

“Who’d believe them if they did say something?”

Ace exhaled.

“Yeah. Yeah, maybe.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his palm. “I’m gonna hide out here awhile. You’ll call me, won’t you?”

“Yeah. I’ll let you know.”

“And tell Bill the door goes on Gene’s tab, not mine.”

[edelwisse]

I had a headcanon where Shuichi was a girl idol when he was like 8-10(?) Now i cant get it out of my head. It is stuck-

Idk what to name it so i guess ill call it LIAU (Lil' Idol AU) for now. This is a non despair au keep that in mind. The pairing here is mainly oumasai. But it is fine if you wanna use this headcanon for your pairing.

Here storyline:

One day his mother (actress) wanted to try making him an celebrity. So she and her husband tried to audition him as one. But he had a sort of stage fright at the first audition and was not accepted. His mother was quite stubborn about her idea and wanted him to experience the life on tv (She actually would stop if Shuichi said no but he just wanted her to be happy so he just follow what she wants [she is not a dickhead don't worry lmao]). She then got an idea of him cross-dressing as a girl, an idol. As usual he accepted, when he first put it on, he kind of liked it, wearing skirts and make ups (eyeliners are his favourites and was stuck with it even after he stopped dancing and such). He sees his idol persona as a mask. Because of this he felt confident in doing things he wanted because no one would know him (other than his family and manager). He auditioned on a tv show and it sort of worked out-

That tv show he audition on is called Little Stars that went on for 4 years. The shows is centered around 5 idol kids, the leader Lina, and the members Miya, Ryo, Aiko and Hina. His idol persona, Miya, was the most favourite among the audience. Things that made her famous are her shyness, being a mood or being relateable af, boldness at stating her opinion, the fact that she is a good singer and dancer, and her cuteness is what captivated the audience. With the show famous internationally the amount of fans she has was- a lot.

Because of this he was a celebrity at the time just like how his mother wants him to be and they went on tours to sing, dance and others. (He was also scouted by hopes peak but they didn't had a chance to invite him) He also appeared in other tv shows, movies, interviews, etc. Shuichi honestly didn't mind it although it stresses him out in some cases. Few things he learned when he was an idol was singing, dancing, violin, gymnastics, calligraphy, judo- (In my au he is a natural talent, he can learn things he is interested in at a fast rate but didn't have a courage to show it.)

Around the age of 10 his parents soon lost interest in him since they find other things more interesting, leaving him with his uncle. After noticing his parents aren't around anymore, he didn't feel the need to continue. So, he immediately stopped being an idol. The world was on fire when she suddenly disappeared although it died down after a couple of months where Miya posted a video apology saying she cant go on anymore because this was not the job she wanted to do for the rest of her life. Her fans respect her decision although there are some who objected to it. (they do be crying)

An so Shuichi abandoned his persona Miya and retired being an idol after 2 years. Although he felt he is going to miss it - he truly did and move on with his life living with his uncle. When he first sees his uncle job he felt pretty normal but as time goes on he became more and more fascinated by it. His uncle then invited him as his assistant where he accepted. And this and that happened shakaiwoajq, now he is the ultimate detective in 79th class.

Then this festival came up and the class decided to do a musical show - Kaede was the one that suggested it lol. Then it all went downhill-

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Lol i might make part 2 since its kind off spoilers if i did it (totally not because i dont know how it will go). Tho im sure miya will somehow make a appearance in the stage. Im just not sure how she got there baha.

This au is a branch or another version of my other au called Unknown Identities Au. I'll make a post about it in the future. You may drop some questions. Tho dont expect me to answer all of them ahah-

Im so bad at tags

[iiguess]

What spirit of the Zodiac possesses you?

CAT.

You have been chosen by the spirit of the Cat to be the outcast. You must fight your way into deserving anything in your life... or at least that is how it feels sometimes. You have the ability to gain some perspective and let go, allow yourself to do so. You have great passion and incredible instincts.

ROOSTER.

You could be anything, but sometimes it’s easier to be what others need you to be. You feel deeply, and act as clay molded by the hands of others. Maybe you feel like you can be sacrificed so long as others are happy. But you find that that is a difficult venture when not everyone can be made happy. This is why the Rooster has chosen to possess you.

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[tiredly101]

New Neighbor Part 4

Pairing: Wally Darling x Writer!male reader

New Neighbor Masterlist

Summary: Love interest is your role in Sally's play but that means that the main star can't keep up with their calm persona around you because, well, you are you.

Illustrated Au, picture by @ihasnoplann

Its finally the day where the play is being presented, Wally can't help but be nervous. Not because he is going to act, he has done that multiple times before infront of tourists, but because today M/n and him are going to dance and be romantic with each other thorough the whole play.

Worst thing is that Andy, the love interest, was inspired by how M/n is when he is in a relationship! He is basically giving Wally a taste of what it would be like to date him and Wally was starting to get addicted to the taste.

Wally was backstage waiting for the signal that the play was starting, he wondered where M/n was since he still hadn't arrived.

"Hello my darling, I'm not late am I?," Asked M/n making Wally's heart skip a beat. He turned around to say hi to him since he was finally able to talk without stuttering, that much at least, but he stopped dead in his tracks. M/n had his hair down, his eyes were sparkling under the moonlight; his makeup was subtle and at the same time it wasn't but what really left Wally speechless was the red apple earrings he was wearing to finish his outfit. Wally still speechless only shakes his head as an answer for him which made M/n laugh while walking closer to him, only stopping in front of him to lift his face up with his fingers.

"Well you look deliciously perfect my dear~," was all M/n said before letting go of Wally and walk into the stage, Wally following behind with wobbly legs while little hearts danced around his head. He waved them off before entering the stage and reciting his lines.

They finally got to the final scene, the scene where Wally and M/n are supposed to dance and so the dance begins. Soft music plays while M/n and Wally move their hip along the beat, M/n gives Wally the softest of smile and then spins him.

"Well honey, it seems it's only you and I against the world," says M/n softly while looking at Wally before making him spin one last time to put him in the famous dip.

"Seems like it, is that a problem?," Says Wally softly while staring at M/n's eyes before he smiled softly at Wally which caused a blush to appear.

"Not at all," says M/n softly while cupping one of Wally's cheeks. Wally was blushing like a mad man, he knew this scene was supposed to be like this but he can't help but feel sad that he could only get this loving treatment from M/n from his play. He doesn't want it to end, he doesn't want the long taste of the relationship he could have with M/n to end.

"Not at all," M/n repeats softly before connecting in a gentle yet passionate kiss, his lips fitting perfectly with Wally's. The curtain closed while they kissed and they could hear the cheering from the crowd. They separated, even though Wally chased M/n's lips as a reaction, and they got off the position. The curtains opened again and all of the cast joined hands and bowed while the public threw roses at them.

M/n's hand lingered on Wally's before breaking the beautiful hold and giving Wally a peck on his cheek with a soft smile. M/n walked away leaving a very love struck Wally on the stage.

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[why-this-kolaveri-machi]

Dick and Jason are Robins at the same time

(titans ‘verse. au after 1.06)

(tagging @superohclair and @cautiousamber!)

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1.

dick has to admit that it’s not the worst arrangement: jason continues to be robin in gotham, and dick travels across the country with his little family while running from a homicidal cult, wearing the costume every now and then when he has no choice but to fight. this way batman is covered, dick still has access to some advanced gear and weaponry now that he needs it, and internet sleuths are kept on their toes when robin shows up in different ends of the country on the same day.

so what if reading news coverage of batman and robin in gotham feels like being punched in the chest, or hearing jason’s stories about learning new things from bruce everyday makes dick want to scream into a pillow? he is fine with this.

he. is. fine--

(kory knows he’s fraying at the edges. she watches, and she says nothing.)

2.

the fight to help rachel and defeat trigon is long and hard, and involves painstakingly unravelling kory’s memories. they manage to find her spaceship, and it becomes their base for a good long while. they stay there long enough that dick loses some of the tension that’s had him on edge for... well. the better part of the last five years, to be honest.

dick begins training rachel and gar in earnest. kory is able to coax some memories of tamaranean cuisine and culture out, and dick is reminded more and more of the team that he lost everyday. despite his best efforts he’s invested now. he cooks and dances with kory (good thing he’s so flexible because the tamaranean version of a waltz is like a particularly sadistic game of twister), teaches rachel algebra and does yoga with gar. he even manages to forget about bruce for a bit.

jason shows up quite often when he figures out where they’re based, and after some initial tension, he becomes an unofficial member of their team (though at this stage dick is still reluctant to use that word). dick and jason patrol in the nearby city some nights, then go for ice cream later. dick’s even starting to see the strategic (and frankly comedic) potential of two robins on the same patrol. 

time and familiarity softens how dick perceives jason: less reckless asshole and more bright young kid full of curiosity and a need to prove himself. he continues to tend towards gratuitous violence, but dick learns his triggers and helps jason recognise them as well. he soaks up the info on alien cultures and battles on kory’s ship faster than dick himself could hope to, and there is a terrible sort of tenderness to how he talks to the people he saves while on patrol. terrible, dick thinks, because he doesn’t know if he comes across like that now at all: soft and empathetic instead of aloof and shaking, too caught up in his own neuroses.

here’s the thing, the crux of it, the faultline that’s always threatening to break dick apart: he’s so afraid that he’s taken robin, his legacy, the ideals and persona that he modelled as a tribute to his parents, and made it into something so dark and broken that only batman could pass it on. jason showing up as his replacement one day only seemed to affirm that fear. but now, swinging through the skies with this kid who’s taken robin as an opportunity to learn and grow and be better, dick’s reminded of the best of his early days in the costume. 

for the first time in what feels like forever, dick feels good about putting on the robin costume again.

3.

(are you asking if dick tried to call home? of course he did. he chickens out and cuts the call to bruce after only a few rings, and feels a sad sort of vindication in noticing how bruce never attempts to call him back.

alfred picks up his call on the second ring, and dick feels like the smallest person in the world when he hears the genuine warmth, joy and relief in alfred’s voice as he greets him. there’s no excuse for dick refusing to talk to the man that practically raised him after his parents died and he knows it. 

they talk for an hours while skirting around anything to do with bruce, which is an impressive feat all in itself. they finally talk about jason, and there’s a wistful sort of fondness in alfred’s voice as he says, “you’ve been a good influence on master jason.”

dick laughs. “he’s been a good influence on me.” it’s the first time he’s said it loud, but it feels true.

“you mustn’t underestimate the ways in which you change people, master dick,” alfred says. “you have been a light in our lives for so long.”

dick’s jaw clenches. all his memories of batman smudge together in never-ending shadow; when he thinks of bruce, he can only remember that remote expression on his face, that expression dick can project all his disgust and loathing and disappointment onto. maybe people should start considering how they influence me, dick wants to say. sometimes i can’t recognise who i’m seeing in the mirror every day and other times i hate him so much i want to--

“i miss you, alf,” he says instead, softly.

“my dear boy,” alfred starts, but he sounds choked. it’s ok. dick understands.)

4.

things get worse, quickly. their enemies find and destroy their spaceship base, and they’re not nearly ready to take on trigon yet. they’re on the run again, alternating between motel rooms and empty warehouses. 

the cult finally catches up to them; they are kidnapped and tortured for days in an abandoned asylum. they eventually escape, the building and the organisation in flames behind them, but the scars from the experience are deep: rachel is anxious and tearful almost all the time, gar’s usual cheer is replaced by a quiet, simmering self-loathing, kory refuses to talk about her experience but flinches at every touch, and dick... he feels like he’s been flayed, his mind and body laid raw and bleeding until nothing recognisable, nothing human is left. he can’t think, he can barely feel. half the time it feels like he’s observing what’s happening to him like it’s happening to somebody else entirely.

they’re a mess. he can’t do this, not when he feels like--like this. he resists calling anybody for help, but one night he breaks down and calls donna. he doesn’t remember what he says on the call, but wakes up the next morning, eyes raw, tear tracks on his face, and a text from donna that says: i’ll be there in a day. stay put, bw,

“wow you’re a mess,” jason says from a corner of the room. any other time, dick would be on his feet, demanding to know how jason found them. now though, he’s feeling out of his body again, and so he says, “i kind of am, aren’t i?” and watches the words float, parting the air above him.

jason sighs.

being with donna helps get his head on straight, even though at first her appearance threatened to bring back even more traumatic memories. she’s a soothing, sobering presence not just for him, but for the others as well. they continue to motel-hop as they prepare for their big final battle against trigon.

jason continues to find them, somehow. (dick wouldn’t put installing a tracker on one of them beyond him, but he’s much too tired to feel angry about that.) he chats with dick and sometimes they bond by watching a movie together or swinging from buildings in the chill, crisp night air, jason’s cackling laugh echoing in dick’s ears. 

jason always leaves as quickly as he appears, but dick is grateful for his presence.

5.

they defeat trigon, and there’s a party. even hank and dawn show up. jason is conspicuous in his absence.

after several unanswered texts and calls, dick bites the bullet and calls alfred. “hey alf,” he says when the man picks up, “is jason there?”

there’s a long pause at the other end of the line. then: “did master bruce not tell you?” his voice sounds uncharacteristically hoarse.

dick’s stomach starts to sink. he steps away from the others and into a quiet room. “tell me what?”

“master jason...” alfred sighs. “he--he was killed by the joker two months ago. the funeral was last week.”

dick stumbles back to sit on the bed. the phone threatens to fall from his numb fingers even while his heart thunders against his ribs. “that’s impossible,” he manages. “i saw him five days ago. we saw--” there’s a hysterical laugh building in his chest, howling like a thunderstorm, “fuck we saw moulin rogue together. he told me how much he fucking loves musicals, i--”

alfred’s voice is suddenly distant and tinny. dick looks down to see his phone on the floor. he’s suddenly very, very aware of the dryness of his palms, the hot flush at the tips of his ears, the tears that are starting to slide down his cheeks, the way his lungs are burning with shock and grief and rage--

“hey, dickie,” jason says, smiling at him. “glad you finally caught up.”

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( send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons! )

[kibastray]

Can Thieves Fix a Broken Heart?

Mlb x P5

The Phantom Thieves of Hearts go to Paris. 

This could be as a vacation or them setting up shop in a new location. (IDK yet)

The PToH do their thing. Going into the Metaverse and exploring both the Mementos and any Palaces they come across

It all goes well for the PToH team. 

The Akumas are weird. but it seems that Ladybug & Chat Noir can deal with them.

It helps the team find their next mark

Needless to say the Palaces the team come across in Paris are all unique compared to what they were in Japan. 

(while Japan were based off of the Seven Deadly Sins. It seems that Paris’ Palaces are based off Saints and Virtues... maybe could be fun)

One Palace they haven’t yet to find the treasure of belongs to one Lila Rossi. From what they have come to understand is that she has already been akumatized several times

Her Palace is what the team expects in all honesty

Ornate and shiny, full of fake gold and other such things

They have seen this type of person before back in Japan

To the team she is self-centered and views herself as a queen of her own little world

It will only be a matter of time before they find the treasure and can steal her treasure, changing her heart for the better hopefully 

For the most part the team adjust to Paris fairly quickly

That is until one day the get a notice from the Metaverse Navigator about a Palace that is near by. 

It is unprompted and has all three keywords needed to enter.

Name: Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Location: Boulangerire Patisserie

Distortion: St.(saint) Seraphim of Sarov Correctional

(personal note: idk any of the saints so please forgive me if this ins’t right. Reason why I chose this) 

1: it is the saint of self-control 

2: after google searching “saint of self-control” I found it and it spells S.o.S... which is perfect for this story

They all agree that having a Palace pop up unprompted AND already having all three keywords to enter is a bit odd, but they wave it off. 

because there is a lot in Paris that hasn’t made a lot of sense, so they don’t question it.

The thing about this Palace, it is MASSIVE. 

Biggest Palace in all of Paris. easily. Ranks up there pretty high when they compare it to all Palaces even including the ones from Japan.

It is themed like a Prison/insane asylum. 

This Palace is different from all others they have come across in Paris. 

Unlike others that show off its opulence in some way, this one doesn’t and even seems a bit bland with its brick and mortar.

The team get the feeling that this Palace is a subconsciously constructed one. Just like Futaba’s was

When they make it in the Palace their hearts sink into their stomachs

Every minor shadow of the Palace, more like Prison, is of the same girl.

And each and every one of them are held up in a room/jail cell. Each of the countless doors they have come across have a window looking in.

Some of the ones that stick out to the team are:

One is mad and hateful, bound in chains

She lashes out out anything she thinks could be dishonest

On the door is a phrase “Take the High Road.”

Another is scared and clearly trying to stop herself from crying at the jeers and insults blaring at her from the in-room speakers

the door says “Set a good example”

Another still is making all sorts of heart shaped things, obviously love struck for someone. 

but instead of giving them away she stacks them to the side with a sad expression 

On the door “don’t be jealous.”

Others range from a mad-hatter-esk girl worrying about maintaining schedules and deadlines, to a sleuth trying to find out ‘Who is he’

The last door they come across is the only double door so far

on one is the girl’s name “Marinette” on the other is the name of a local hero “Ladybug”

On Marinette’s door it says “Our everyday Ladybug” and on Ladybug’s it says “Must never faultier”

When the team go in they see a stage with two of girl on it. 

Marinette is keeping up a smile and using niceties while a ball and chain is on both ankles 

Ladybug is capturing an akuma, purifying it, then releasing it. 

With everything they have seen and with what is in front of them, the Team’s heart break a little

Every Palace before this one was of someone lording their position of power, or hiding a secret. 

this girl’s Palace doesn't show any desire at all. It looks to be actively policing any desire the girl may have.

This isn’t a Palace at all. this is a Prison locking and sealing away the very heart that created it.

The Thieves don’t get long to dwell on that revelation as a third version of the girl passes by them with a quick “Pardon monsieurs, mademoisells.”

Other than that she doesn’t pay them any attention 

This version of the girl is obviously the true shadow self of the poor girl

She looks well dressed and business like.

Similar to Caroline and Justine’s outfits if not a rank up from that though

No hat, but her hair is done up in a bun

A plain porcelain mask with a kind smile hides everything but her eyes

draped over her shoulders is a, shoulder length, cape that has the world’s continents stitched into it. 

She is the de facto warden of this Palace turned Prison

She addresses the two on stage with a cool and calm demeanor 

She tells them how to correct what they are doing and how to do it right

The pair on stage repeat their actions they did before as the warden has them do it again until it is perfect

The team can’t help but think that it is like a pair of puppets being placed and posed to be set in the perfect position

Seeing enough the Phantom Thieves try and deal with the warden

it could be through combat like the game, or just talking to her (either way it ends the same)

The mask falls off the warden and reveals the same girl they have seen this entire infiltration. 

When the mask hits the floor it flies straight to the Marinette on stage.

When it does the two girls outfits change instantly.

The new warden walks off the stage and chastises the new Marinette for loosing focus.

“if Ladybug can handle a jab like that, then so can you.”

It is a sickly calm to her voice when she speaks. (and it sounds wrong to the team)

The new Marinette gives a shaky “R-right” before she gets on stage and takes the old marinette’s place, practicing the same scene as before. 

The Warden looks at the band of thieves “How may I help you?”

with her yellow/golden glowing with intensity and the calm way she says it sends a chill up their spines.

“There must be some way I can help you correct those errant behaviors of yours.”

As she says that, and with her eyes on them, do the Phantom Thieves understand that this will be their toughest fight/heist yet. 

And they are right, because when they try and reengage the Warden they lose ground quickly and have to retreat. 

Each time they defeat a warden the mask flies to another Marinette and the fight starts anew with a refreshed Warden.

While running to safety a little red mote light leads them to a safe room.

the red light is formless (it’s Tikki, but they don’t know that)

She tells them that; she had been trying to help Marinette but there is only so much they can do to off set all the negativity/chaos in Marinette’s life. 

The team thank the little light and head out to find the treasure of this Prison

Sneaking around they meet other motes of light, all willing to help the team out (guardian Mari gets all the Kwami) 

Even with the help of the little lights the team still have to retreat and regroup from the Prison. Because the Warden is too strong any time they come across her

Once in the real world the team agree to learn more about this girl and how to help her.

To do that they need to get to know Marinette.

Skull and Panther meet her at the bakery. 

 ( Ryuji and Ann). as both can play off the tourist looking for good food and light conversation

They find her to be very nice and well meaning. even going as far as to offer places to visit in Paris

Fox and Queen meet her at school as teacher’s aids 

(Yusuke and Makoto) they are the most likely to be able to actually be of help to the teachers and students

They find her to be the class-president that rivals Queen’s own work ethic back when they were all still in school.

Noir and Crow meet her when she is touring the city.

 (Haru and Goro) are the best at one on ones in their own right.

Find out about her passion of being a fashion designer (maybe add in her sketches of the Phantom Thieves’ outfits with little changes here and there)

Oracle (Futaba) looks up her online presence

She finds out that Marinette is connected to every major personality that has roots in Paris some way or another. and that the girl’s fashion website is top tier.

Joker & Morgana (Protagonist and mascot) meet her during her nightly patrols as a hero.

Ladybug was suspicious of them at first but when they calmed her down and reassuring her that they aren’t akuma they find out exactly what is going on in Paris and find out who the main villain is. 

They all see the same thing however.

A young girl with the weight of the world on her shoulders. 

Worse part is that she hides it so well behind that mask of hers. 

The one with a kind smile and friendly tone.

(side note just because I couldn’t figure out a way to put this in: the Phantom Thieves are immune to Hawkmoth. I am gonna say that their Personas keep them safe by destroying/purifying the akuma right away or hiding them from Hawkmoths perception)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I would like to thank @miraculous786 for letting me bounce another idea off of them.

1) I don’t know to much about Persona 5, just the basics. 2) When I came up with this it turned into a POV from the Phantom Thieves 3) It is more geared to be a sad/angst fic, au, prompt. 4) anything that doesn’t make sense as far as references go (realworld or otherwise) is because it was the end result of a quick google search. Please forgive me if I don’t have it right.

Edit: reorganized things a bit. 

[teawithkpop]

[M] - PhysCom - Pt 2

pt 1 - pt 2 - pt 3 - bc 1 - pt 4 - pt 5 - pt 6

Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader

Rating: Mature [18+]

Length: 9.7k words

Genre: PhysCom AU - smut with dashes of angst, and a shitload of romance and complicated feelings,, uhuhu (porn with plot??)

Warnings: swearing, anal play (male receiving), praise kink, degradation, mentions of cross dressing, brief orgasm denial, oral sex (female receiving), mentions of birth control, dirty talk, pet play, cum play (kinda?), voyeurism, group sex, anal sex, pheww I think that’s it

this one is,,, twice as long as pt 1 eye-

anyways thank you for all the love for physcom! I’ll do my best to make this series ruin everyone’s lives hehehe  the best it can be! ^^ <3

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“...What are you two doing?”

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, shit-

Emergency sirens are all you can hear in your brain and sheer panic floods your veins, leaving you frozen with fear. You know you shut the door, you had to have shut it, right? Why the fuck wouldn’t you have shut the door?

Surely this is the end. You’ll be exposed and all the reasons that you gave Taehyung not to do the thing you just did come flooding back to you now, echoing in your head like ghosts and mocking you in your own voice. Contract terminated… stigmatized… left with nothing... shadow of disgrace...

“What does it look like?” Taehyung answers without hesitation, drawing you back into the present moment. One of his eyebrows lifts minutely, as if he’s only mildly irritated by the witness to your transgression. If he’s nervous, you can’t tell.

Jimin’s eyes narrow suspiciously at Taehyung’s sarcasm. “It looks like you were-”

“Our lovely PhysCom was just helping me get off.” Tae interrupts him, his tone implying the obvious.

It’s then that you realize, Jimin only saw what you two were doing, not the reason behind it, or what you were feeling... this lie might actually work.

“Then why were you just kissing her? Why wasn’t she touching you, or something?” Jimin is not so easily fooled, and he peers around to confirm that neither yours nor Tae’s genitals are exposed.

Taehyung gives a shrug. "Kissing is my new kink."  His eyes sparkle with the private joke, and he sends you a wink. “See you later, jagiya.” With that, he ruffles his hair back into place and heads out of the room, leaving you alone with a skeptical Jimin.

You're a little ticked that he left you to glue all the pieces of your cover story back into place, but you turn to Jimin regardless. "Sorry about that. Master Kim has been… experimenting,” you supply, trying to fill in any holes in the story, but sounding uncertain even to your own ears.

"I don't like that he calls you that." Jimin says, a frown on his lips as he stares after the direction Tae went.

You furrow your brows. "What?"

"Jagiya.” His gaze shifts back to you. “You know what that means, right?"

It’s rare for the boys use a word or phrase in their native language that you don’t understand. You don’t speak Korean, but the chip in your brain does. It’s hooked up to an audio-translation app in your ComGear, and automatically translates what you hear, so your brain perceives it in your native tongue.

Conversely, the chip also tracks your thoughts, so as you go to speak, it overrides the synapses in your Temporal Lobe and Korean comes out of your mouth instead. Such a device is considered standard among newly licensed PhysComs.

It didn’t used to be that way, and often PhysComs that were hired from foreign countries had no way to speak to their clients except through body language and learned commands. But the industry quickly realized that full communication is key to avoiding issues with consent, not to mention it's much more convenient, and so the best PhysCom networks provide their employees with proper translation equipment. Though there are still some smaller networks that can’t afford the technology and therefore, they usually only hire trainees who speak the same language as their potential clients.

On occasion, there will still be a word which has no exact equivalent in your language, such as hyung or jagiya, so the app doesn’t attempt to translate it. But usually you can pick up the gist of it through context, and Namjoon has been very helpful in providing you with articulate definitions before. You still remember the funny look on his face when you asked him about jagiya - the term of endearment Tae calls you.

"It's used between lovers, isn't it?” You ask, recalling Namjoon’s definition to be an approximation of darling or sweetheart. “Technically, I am his lover."

Jimin’s frown creases his brow. "Yeah, but you're a lover for all of us,” he says, a pout forming on his lips. “He shouldn't get to act like you're just his."

Normally you would tease him for sounding jealous, but his concern in this case is… founded, and another pang of guilt hits your gut. You don't know if you'll even be able to eat the dinner you made at this rate.

You try to change the subject. "Anyway, how can I help you, Master Park?"

"Oh, right.” His concern seems to melt away to embarrassment, and he rubs the back of his neck. “I sent you a message this morning. I don't know if you got it… then I messaged you about ten minutes ago, asking if we could… have a quick session."

Right. You haven’t looked at your ComGear since the incident with Taehyung, and you feel even guiltier. First you were lying to your client, and now you’ve accidentally ghosted him. Thankfully Jimin doesn’t hold a grudge, especially not with you. All he needs is a little personal attention and validation, and he’ll be purring.

Time to get back to work.

"Sorry, master.” You assume your persona and saunter over to him, running your hand up his arm. “I was so excited to hear from you, I forgot to reply,” you chuckle, your fingers dancing up his neck and combing through the hair at his nape. He visibly relaxes under your touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as you card through his silky locks.

“It’s okay…” he mumbles, shyly avoiding your gaze. Honestly, Jimin can be too cute for his own good. He and Taehyung are the same age, but they're like opposites in a way. They both exude the same level of charm, but one is effortlessly seductive while the other is effortlessly endearing. You have witnessed those roles reverse in them before, but no matter which way you look at it, they’re still two of the sexiest people on the planet.

“I did get your message this morning, master. Quite a scandalous outfit…" You click your tongue and raise a well groomed eyebrow at him. Jimin loves to be teased, and chastisement really puts him over the edge. “Why did a good boy like you send me such a naughty picture, hm?”

He looks away, a blush rising to his cheeks. "I was wondering if… if you could…"

You don’t try to finish his sentence for him, and lift one polished fingernail beneath his chin, coaxing him to look at you. "Yes?"

"If you could make me wear it?"

Oh. Another surprise. Jimin is a hell of a flirt on stage, and anyone would think he’s dominant in the bedroom, even just judging from how often he sticks out his tongue while dancing, or how he thrusts his hips to the encouraging screams of thousands. But that’s on the stage, when he’s in his element. By himself, in private, it’s a much different story. Jimin’s not exactly sure what he wants from you.

You had read up about all this in his file, and you’ve been working with Jimin to help him explore his sexuality in a way that’s comfortable for him. You’ve tried a myriad of things so far, and recently, he’s been enjoying more submissive pleasures. During your most recent session, he even asked you to penetrate him.

You had complied of course, but the experience seems to have inspired him to go further, to a kink you didn’t even know he had. Cross-dressing and the usual praise-filled humiliation? Oh, this will be fun.

“Chim?” Your tone is scandalized as you use the name he prefers when being submissive, and his cheeks turn scarlet. “You want to be dressed up in that outfit?”

He nods, turning his face to nuzzle his cheek into your hand. “Is... is that okay?”

Your heart melts, and you smile at him, brushing your thumb along his soft cheek. “Of course it’s okay, baby.”

He grins, his eyes turning to crescents, and you suddenly feel compelled to give him the entire world if he so desires.

You click your tongue once more and ruffle his hair affectionately. “We’ll have to order it first, okay? Then we can dress you up, Chim.”

“Okay,” he says, and you swear his smile could light up the night sky. “Until then… could you, uh… play with my butt again?”

You chuckle and nod. “Yes, I most definitely can. We still have some time before dinner.” You grab your ComGear, take his hand, and lead him out of the room, being sure to shut the door this time. “Come along, baby.”

As the two of you head off to his room, you’re almost able to forget the situation with Taehyung. That is, until you open your ComGear to pull up the picture of Jimin’s outfit and see all the missed messages from him.

I’m really sorry. My feelings got away from me. Please don’t ignore me, jagiya. I don’t want to lose you. Jagiya? I’m coming upstairs.

Shit. Feelings? A sinking feeling claws at your heart and you have to wonder just how serious Taehyung is about you. How deep do these feelings of his go?

“Everything okay?” Jimin’s voice clears your mind and you slide your ComGear back into its holster. His eyes are full of concern at your probably tense expression, and you have to push the guilt away again.

“Everything’s fine.” You aren’t sure that’s true, but maybe if you say it enough, it’ll manifest. Regardless, you don’t have time to worry about Taehyung right now. Your client needs you.

“Come on, baby boy. Let’s go make you feel good.”

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Jimin’s room always smells good, like fresh linen. You aren’t sure how that’s possible, when 80 percent of the time, the place is a mess. But you aren’t complaining. He keeps his bed made neatly, and that’s all that matters for your job.

"Take off your pants for me, Chim." Your voice is gentle as you start the scene and lock the door behind the both of you. Jimin wastes no time in following your orders, and strips his lower half down to his underwear. He’s about to take off his top too, but you stop him. “You should leave that on. It’s cute.”

He looks down at the oversized shirt, the long sleeves covering most of his hands, and the rest of the soft blue fabric hangs loosely around his torso. He smiles shyly and gets onto the bed, assuming position and laying on his back as he had for your previous sessions.

"What a good boy. Oh, look how hard you are already,” you purr, undoing the belt of your robe and slipping it off, leaving your body bare save for your utility belt. It feels good to put aside your worries and focus on work for a while.

Before you begin, you change a setting on your ComGear to let the other boys know you’re currently in a session. If you’re busy and they want to fuck, they have the option of joining in - if your current client allows it - scheduling you for directly after, or fucking one of the secondary PhysComs their company employs and keeps on call.

You’re their Primary Physcom. The secondaries are alternate fuck toys for when you’re unavailable, if you get sick, on your days off, while you’re sleeping, etc. For as long as you’ve worked for Bangtan, not once have they called a secondary PhysCom.

It does boost your pride a bit, but to be fair, you’re the only one who knows them so well.

Sure, they could go call another PhysCom to play with if they get super horny at three in the morning, but the secondaries are practically strangers to them. They’ve all expressed that they’d much rather wait, if it means they can get their hands on you instead of some random substitute, which is just the way you like it.

You’re their girl, and you know, better than anyone, how they like to fuck. Besides, if anything, them having to wait for you builds up the anticipation and makes them even hornier. In a way, you view their favoritism as job security. It’s only practical to stay in their good graces and develop trust and build connections with them.

You see the lust and excitement glittering in Jimin’s eyes as you climb onto the bed, facing him and sitting beside his legs. Your hand runs up along his inner thigh to tease him, and the bulge in his underwear grows a little more prominent.

“Now then. Have you been thinking about our last session, Chim?” You make your voice calm and soothing as your fingers skim up and down his thighs, giving an occasional squeeze to his soft skin. God, his thighs are thick… perfect for riding.

He nods. “Yes.”

You flick the thought away. He didn’t ask you to ride his thighs. Your fantasies are not relevant. “Good. And how do you feel about it? Did you like it when I played with your pretty little hole?” Your nails graze over his length, and he bites his lower lip. You like to do regular check-ins with your clients, in case they want to experiment, or something isn’t working for them. But with Jimin, everything so far has been an experiment, so you’ve been checking in more frequently. In a way, you’re kind of like a sexual therapist to all of them.

“Yes. I loved it,” he replies, gripping the sheets below him to avoid moving too much. “It felt so good.”

You hum in delight, happy that you two seem to have found a path to follow to pursue his pleasure. “Excellent. And if something doesn’t feel good, what do we say?”

“Calico.” Jimin murmurs, one sleeved hand coming up to cover his face. God, he’s a natural. His shyness is going to kill you. You set up safe words with all your clients, just in case. It shows your professionalism. You even have one, though you’ve never had to use it.

“Good boy. Always tell me how you’re feeling, okay?” You can feel his cock twitch at the praise, and you love being able to make him so happy.

He nods, a blush already rising to his cheeks. “Please touch me.”

How can you deny such a request? You hook your fingers in the waistband of his (no doubt very expensive) boxer briefs, peeling the fabric down his legs and off his body, to be discarded at the foot of the bed.

“Oh my…” You shift positions, spreading his legs apart and perching yourself between them. “What a pretty little cock. Look at that.” You would make a show of it even if it wasn’t pretty, but fuck, in this case, the praise is well deserved. Jimin’s cock is smooth and pink and perfect, just like his lips. Frankly, you think putting your mouth on either one would be just as pleasurable. The only fib about his cock would be the ‘little’ part - Jimin sports a fair five or six inches - but it’s all a part of the fantasy, for his benefit.

You hum to yourself as you snap on a pair of plastic gloves, as much for safety reasons as for his pleasure. Even though you all get checked frequently for any sort of sexual diseases and infections, you’re still having sex with multiple men every single day, and there are certain precautions one should take.

Hygiene is one of the many intricacies of your job and you follow your hygienic routine religiously. For anal and vaginal sex, PhysComs have various cleansers that can be inserted nightly to prevent anything nasty from taking root overnight. For Oral sex, there are specialized mouth washes that can be swallowed if needed.

But hands are a little trickier. Nails and cuticles aren’t as easily to clean thoroughly, and can trap all sorts of bacteria, so with something like fingering your clients, it’s safest to use a barrier to significantly decrease the risk of infection or contamination.

Now fully protected, your fingertips start to trace over his beautiful cock, skimming along his inner thighs, and teasing his precious little hole, building up his anticipation. He gives a small whimper, looking away as you tease him just enough to make his hips buck up into your capable hands.

Eventually, you take his length and slowly pump it in your hand, catching his gaze whenever he looks to you. “Does Chim want to be filled up? You want me to play with your ass?”

He nods emphatically, still hiding his face.

“Use your words, baby.”

“Yes! Please p-play with my ass.” His face is positively scarlet, and you smile with satisfaction.

You let go of him, and reach beneath his bed to pull out his little chest of treasures. Anal beads, plugs, vibrators, nearly everything can be found inside. You think he might have even added to the collection since last time.

You select a small ribbed plug with a jewel decorating the base and grab the lube from your belt. You spread a generous amount over his hole, gently massaging it in. As you carefully push your forefinger past his puckered rim, he moans. You slide your finger gently in and out, stroking his silken walls, and he writhes beneath your touch, already overcome with pleasure.

“Are you ready, baby?”

He nods again, then remembers to speak. “Yes. I’m ready.”

You ease the tip of the plug past his rim, and soon the whole thing is nestled comfortably inside him. He lets out a whine, his thighs clenching as you slowly work the toy in and out of his hole. “Good boy… such a pretty cock.” You pet his thigh soothingly, then start to squeeze his cock, pumping it slowly in time with the plug.

It doesn’t take long before Jimin is moaning and squirming, his length rock hard and leaking precum. His moans get whinier, his breath more shallow, and you can tell he’s on the edge.

With a kiss to his hardened dick, you ease the plug out of his ass and cease all contact. Orgasm denial is something he’d brought up last time, and now seems like the perfect opportunity to test the waters. "I think such a good boy can hold his cum in until dinner…"

"No! Please! I-I can't." He covers his face with both hands, writhing desperately for some friction to his aching cock, his pink hole puckering cutely at the sudden emptiness.

So freaking cute.

"Oh? You want to cum now?" You chuckle, teasing the toy around his rim. "But then how will you fuck me along with the others at dinner if your little cock is all sad and empty?" You trace your fingernail up along his length, barely touching him.

He whimpers in reply, his member twitching in pleasure.

"Can you cum again for me tonight, baby boy? Promise me. Otherwise this little cock is going to stay hard." You grip him by the base of his shaft, tortuously brushing your forefinger over the leaking head of his cock.

"I promise I can! I'll cum for you at dinner, I-I swear it…"

You grin. You don’t expect to hold it to him, but you know it’s the looming threat of punishment that’s what’s most effective here. "I have your word, baby boy."

Your hand pumps his length to completion while you grab the toy and fuck it back inside of him, and he cries out in ecstasy, quickly cumming in spurts all over your hand, a few drops landing on his shirt while his body trembles from his climax.

"Good boy,” you coo, milking him through his high.

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It doesn’t take you long to clean Jimin up, as well as cleaning the toy for next time, and then you pack everything away. He’s still breathless by the time you’re finished, laying on the bed as he recovers from his orgasm.

You’re about to get up and grab your robe from the floor when Jimin finds his voice.

"Why were you really kissing Taehyung?"

Your stomach sinks at the question. You’d been hoping he’d forgotten - as you were trying to do - about your little bend of will earlier. How the hell are you supposed to answer that? Honesty. Always go for honesty.

Well, as honest as you can be without losing your job. "He commanded me."

"Is that all it takes?" Jimin’s eyebrows shoot up and he props up eagerly onto his elbows. "Kiss me, too."

You curse the flutter in your stomach. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

You know for a fact that it's a bad idea, and out of the question, but damn if Park Jimin doesn't have the most luscious lips you've ever seen. The temptation is there, for sure...

"Just a little kiss?” He clasps his hands together, his eyes pleading. “It's only fair. You were practically making out with him."

Well, shit. Now what? Technically, not kissing clients is only a self-imposed rule on your part, plenty of PhysComs divulge in the act. You chose to restrict it for your own sanity. But, what now? Do you lie to yourself and stick to the book, even when you've already broken a cardinal rule? Or do you… see what's beyond the confines of its cover?

Fuck. You need to stop talking yourself into these things.

But to be fair, nothing bad happened last time, apart from Jimin walking in on you. You glance at the door, which is shut tight and locked, as is standard during a session. No risk of being interrupted.

Jimin’s eyes dart down to your lips as he chews on his own, waiting for your decision. Seeing his teeth tug at the plump pink skin has your heart skipping a beat despite your best effort to deny his effect on you.

Fuck it. Park Jimin is begging to kiss you.

"Okay, fine. One - very small - kiss." You pinch your fingers together to demonstrate.

“Yes!” He smiles brightly, and suddenly it doesn’t seem like such a bad idea after all. He sits up fully, scooting closer to you.

Why is your heart beating so goddamn fast? Why are you nervous about this? "But, look, you can't tell anyone, okay? I’m making an exception since this isn't really in my job description."

He nods eagerly and seems happy to agree to any stipulations. “Just this once, I promise. It’ll be our secret.”

That makes it sound even more condemning somehow, but you don’t have time to second guess it as he cups your cheek and pulls you in, pressing his lips to yours.

His kiss is like some sort of paradise, it leaves your mind feeling fuzzy... his lips… how are they so thick and soft? He’s hypnotic, sweet, addictive… like nothing you’ve ever experienced.

Before you know it, he's laying you out on the bed, moaning as he licks into your mouth, his tongue breaching through the kiss while he gropes your breast. Fuck, you shouldn’t have agreed to do this naked. But he tastes so sweet, you can’t think of a reason to object, too intoxicated by his lips. He breaks away from your mouth and starts trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your body, and pretty soon he's mouthing at your inner thighs, his fingers skimming the base of your pussy plug.

Oh, shit. Wait, no, how did this happen?

"Master Park." You start to say, but then he's twisting the plug free, and you gasp at the unexpected stretch as it pulls out. "J-Jimin!"

He stops, his eyes wide at the use of his first name as he looks up at you from his lewd position.

"What the hell are you doing?" You ask, too flustered to rely on your usual formalities.

"Saying thank you." He replies simply. Then he leans down to kiss your clit, and begins mouthing at it devotedly.

You nearly jump out of your skin at the electric contact. Fuck, no one's gone down on you in a year at least, not since your training. Your body is screaming to let him continue, but you know it’ll lead to nowhere as he laves over your sensitive and neglected bud with his tongue, and you find yourself scooting up the bed and away from his blissful mouth. "Jimin, no. Stop."

You grab the plug from him and insert it again before anything can leak out, distress making your fingers tremble.

His face scrunches with concern. "Did I do it wrong?"

Damn it, why does he have to look like a heartbroken little puppy?

"No. No, it felt really good,” You assure him distractedly, trying to contain the frustration bubbling up inside you.

"Then why can't I-"

"Because!" You don’t mean to lash out, but your temper bursts before you can help it. "God, first Taehyung and now you, why is everyone trying to fuck with me today?"

His face falls, and he looks hurt. "I wasn't fucking with you."

"No, Jimin…” This day just keeps getting better and better. “I know you weren't. I'm sorry." You extend a hand, giving his shoulder a squeeze. It’s not his fault that you can’t seem to follow your own fucking rules. "But please don’t go down on me, not ever, okay?"

"Why not?” He frowns, and you feel even worse for letting this happen. “You deserve it. You do so much for us."

You pause, wondering whether you should lie. Always going for honesty hasn’t worked out too well so far... But looking at Jimin’s eyes, full of concern and confusion, you can’t bring yourself to lie to him. "Because I can't orgasm."

His brow furrows. "Just because it’s not a part of your job, doesn’t mean-"

"No, Jimin." You draw your knees up to your chest, feeling uncomfortably vulnerable for letting your guard down so easily around him. "I literally can't. I'm incapable."

"What do you mean?"

You sigh. This is not something you expected to have to talk about. "Do you know anything about modern birth control?"

He cocks his head to the side, unsure of where you’re going with this. "There are pills, right? And condoms too, I guess."

"There are also implants,” you explain, wringing your hands in your lap.

Jimin blinks, clearly confused. His gaze slides down to your chest for about half a second.

You sigh again. "Not that kind. It's like a piece of plastic they put inside you that emits a hormone. It stops ovaries from creating eggs. They're over 99% effective at preventing pregnancy."

He still looks confused. "Yeah, but why would that make you-"

You shake your head. "That's how most of them work. There's a newer, more tailored kind of implant for PhysComs that's 100% effective." When the technology was discovered, it was a hot item for PhysCom networks. Of course, some people developed negative side effects to it, but if one’s body was compatible with this new miracle form of birth control, it boosted their advantages in the field exponentially.

You let go of your legs and look to him, resignation in your gaze. "It puts the reproductive system into a comatose state and ceases all function of the ovaries and uterus apart from lubrication."

"Oh." Jimin looks shocked, and you don’t blame him. Barely anyone outside of the sex work industry has even heard of the technology. Who else would sacrifice their own pleasure for ensuring zero chance of pregnancy?

You’ve tried to climax before on your own, god knows. But the implant leaves you in a perpetual state of mild arousal with nowhere to go, like constantly revving an engine. Clitoral stimulation feels good at first, but with no resolution, it soon becomes tortuous.

You can put up with it for short periods, like if one of the boys starts to rub you while they fuck you. They mean well. But you’ve learned to convincingly fake an orgasm before it gets to be too much. Most of the time it’s not an issue, since your pleasure doesn’t enter into the equation.

"That's how all of you can cum inside me all the time. It's how I can keep it plugged up in me without any fear of getting pregnant." You laugh humorlessly, tapping the plug at your core.

Jimin stares at the plug, as if it’s presence has taken on an entirely new meaning to him. "I never thought about that."

You actually do laugh at his naïvety. “I’m sure no man would look that gift horse in the mouth.” You realize from his puzzled expression that the idiom might not translate well. “No man would question such a privilege.”

“Oh. Yeah, I guess…” A shadow crosses over his face, and you decide to draw this uncomfortable conversation about your reproductive system to a close.

"There is a way to turn it off, in case of emergency side effects. But I can't just turn it off for fun. You have to understand that.” You rest your hand on his shoulder again, hoping he now comprehends the reason for your earlier outburst. “It's a part of my job."

"I understand. Sorry,” he says, giving you a small nod. He twists his mouth to the side, chewing over the revelations. "That must really suck. Not being able to cum."

You laugh heartily this time, your spirits lifted from his sentiment. "Yeah, it does sometimes." You give his thigh a pat and get up to go find your robe. "But I get to make all of you cum for me, so doesn't that make up for it?"

He shrugs, that pout appearing once more. You feel bad for bringing his mood down. You’re supposed to be lifting him up, making him feel good.

You tie the belt of your robe and come back over to him, your finger tracing under his chin.

"Come on, baby. Let's go order that outfit for you."

His spirits seem to lift a little at the proposition and you smile to yourself. Jimin truly is one of your easiest clients to please.

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A while later, you stand in Seokjin’s bedroom within his walk-in closet, admiring yourself in the full length mirror. You‘re wearing a gown more expensive than a house, and jewels decorate your throat and hair, elbow-length gloves adorning your hands.

“Are you ready for dinner, darling?” Seokjin purrs in your ear as he slinks up behind you, his hands lightly gliding up your waist.

“Yes, Master Kim.” Your answer is obedient and full of gratitude. You gaze at his reflection in the mirror, letting him take in your appearance.

“My, my, my… look at how lucky I am to have such a pretty pet, hm?” He chuckles, one of his hands skimming gingerly up your ribs and settling on your breast, squeezing you through the silken dress.

“Yes, master,” you sigh, leaning into his sinful touch and playing along with his fantasy. Seokjin's pleasure seems to hinge on your luxury. The more extravagance you’re dripping in, the hornier he gets. Which he often likes to complement with your unique position in the house...

“Such a pretty pet. I bet you’d gladly have us all fuck you on the dinner table, wouldn’t you?”

You shiver. Seokjin’s dirty talk was good when you started working for them, but it’s only improved over time. "Of course, master. I love to be your little fuck toy." You smile at him in the mirror, and then turn around in his arms, placing your hands on his chest.  "Please use me tonight, any way you wish."

“That’s the plan, darling.” He chuckles, taking your hands and bringing them up to his mouth, languidly kissing each and every knuckle. His eyes burn with unbridled passion, and you wonder if tonight he’ll be in the mood to fuck you before you even make it to dinner.

Seokjin looks gorgeous, dressed to the nines in a tailored suit, with his hair styled perfectly, not a single strand out of place. Anyone would fall to their knees if they received a look like the one he’s giving you now.

“I have a gift for you, my sweet.” A smile tugs at his lips.

You gasp in delight, your eyes wide and innocent. “I’m so lucky! What is it, master?” You know what it is. He gives you one once a week, every Friday night, when it’s his turn to call the shots.

“Close your eyes, pet.”

You obey, and feel a slim piece of leather grace your throat. In a few moments he tells you to look in the mirror again, and you see a decorative collar circling your neck.

“Oh, master…” You don’t have to pretend to be impressed. Though Jin collars you every week, he never uses the same collar more than once, and this week’s purchase is a decadent, lacy display, with tiny jewels inlaid in its surface. “It’s beautiful.”

His hands are on you again, skimming up your waist while he noses your neck. “A perfect fit for my beautiful slut,” he breathes, and you feel a flutter in the pit of your stomach. Jin is just as charming as the rest of them, and It would be easy to underestimate him, but that would be a grave mistake. He gives off a certain aura of power that’s unparalleled by any other man you’ve met.

“How many?” He asks in a husky whisper, one hand slipping down your back to ease over your ass.

You shiver. Jin gets satisfaction on his night of control by knowing how much cum you’d collected inside you over the course of the day. “Sixteen.”

His hand comes down in a hard spank, rubbing you ass afterward to calm the sting. “Fuck. So greedy…” he rumbles, his voice thick with lust. “That’s more than two rounds each… Did you beg for them to fill you up, like the little whore you are?” His voice is soothing and elegant, a stark contrast to the filth coming from his beautiful mouth.

You nod, biting your lower lip. Anything to hear his silken voice in your ear again.

“You’ll eat well tonight, my sweet…” his voice lilts as he kisses up your neck, his hands slipping up once more to your tits, squeezing them possessively.

You moan softly, leaning your head back to expose more of your throat. Jin’s presence feels secure and thrilling all at once. You know he’ll never hurt you, but the effortless brand of posh dominance he wields keeps you on your toes.

“How do you feel towards Taehyung, pet?”

Your blood runs cold. How did he find out? Did Tae tell him what happened? Fuck. You try to keep your voice even, try not to let yourself become stiff in his arms. “Why do you ask, master?”

Seokjin shrugs one shoulder, more concerned with peeling down the bodice of your dress to reveal your breasts. “He requested the first taste of you tonight. I obviously won’t grant him the privilege of touching my pet if he’s done anything at all to fall out of your good graces.”

You swallow. You don’t know why Tae requested to go first, and you’d rather not give him any more ground until you’ve had a chance to talk to him. To make sure he knows the kiss was a one-time thing. To make sure he hasn’t gotten any ideas about those feelings of his.

“I… I would rather have someone else go first, master.” You say quietly, knowing that refusing Tae’s request could be just as condemning as going through with it and whatever he’d been planning to do to you.

Jin raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t question you. You remind yourself to calm down. For all he knows Taehyung could have eaten all the breakfast cereal. He doesn’t have to know why Tae’s not in your favor right now. “Very well, pet. I’ll choose someone else.”

“Thank you, master.” You visibly relax, and let Seokjin play with your tits. He circles his thumbs over your nipples, and they quickly become erect under his touch.

“Do you know why I gave you this collar?” He murmurs, his breath hot against your skin as he licks up your neck.

You know. “Why, master?”

“Because tonight you’ll be passed around and fucked by all of us. Every member of this household.” His words are crisp, in delicious contrast with his soft hands massaging your breasts. “You’ll be our dessert course. I want them to remember that you’re mine and that I’m granting them the privilege of fucking my sweet little toy and having a taste of you.” He nips at your neck, sucking gently before pulling away. “And I want you to remember that you belong to no one else in that room but myself.” He rolls your nipples between his fingers, tugging at the sensitive buds. “You obey me, and me alone. Is that understood?”

You whimper and nod. “Yes, Master Kim.”

“What a good little slut.” He smiles serenely and gives each tit a light swat before tugging your bodice back over your chest.

There’s a moment of tender silence as he observes you in the mirror. His eyes soften, and you can tell he’s set his act aside for a brief moment. “You know, you’re really good at this.” He smiles appreciatively, giving you a warm hug around the middle and nuzzling into your neck.

You laugh at his break in character, laying your arms atop his. “It’s my job to be good at it,” you reply with a fond roll of your eyes.

He straightens his posture and adjusts his cufflinks, resuming his role seamlessly. “We’ll be starting the main course in thirty minutes. Be prepared.”

You nod obediently, and he hovers close to you once more. His tongue darts out to lick up your cheek possessively. “Be good while I’m away, pet.”

You watch as he leaves the room, the door shutting softly behind him. Well, you have half an hour of time to kill before they’re ready for you.

Pretty soon after you were hired, the boys’ company decided it would be a good idea for them to take turns living out their wildest fantasies with you. One night of the week is dedicated to each of them, and during that night, whoever’s in charge can do whatever they want with you, and the other boys have to either watch or join in. Their company said it’s good for group bonding, and for healthy sexual expression. The boys decided who would have which night through rock, paper, scissors, and Seokjin got slotted for Fridays.

Something about Seokjin’s banquet nights always give you jitters, as if you’re about to perform onstage. Well, if you count a tabletop as a stage. Regardless, you always find ways to relax before the show, so to speak.

Tonight you’ve decided to kill the time on your ComGear, with the few limited apps you’re allowed to have. You’ve become a master at solitaire and minesweeper, and as you take a seat on the chaise lounge, kicking your feet up, you select the hardest difficulty mode.

Honestly, you haven’t played a good game of solitaire in several weeks. But last banquet night you finished the novel you’d been reading and you’re now suffering from a severe hangover from the detailed and colorful universe the author had crafted. The next book in the series isn’t set to release for a few months, so until then you’re back at the games.

Easy. You beat the game in under ten minutes. There have to be some more difficulty levels. You switch to the settings menu and scroll until you find the gameplay options.

Huh. Strange. An option you don’t remember seeing before. ‘Connect and play with your friends!’ Psh, what friends? Did your network forget to disable the useless feature? Curious, you tap on the button and are greeted with a spinning circle, indicating that the game is probably trying to find your non-existent friends from your non-existent contact list. ComGears are so heavily restricted, they might as well be walkie talkies. All you’re allowed on there is messaging and scheduling between you, your clients, and your handler. Plus the games. But you’d requested those.

After several moments, you give up waiting and put the Gear away. You have more pressing issues on your mind, and solitaire isn’t enough of a distraction.

Why had Taehyung requested you first tonight? In fact, why had he disappeared right after the… kissing incident? He hasn’t messaged you since then, and the lack of closure is starting to make you antsy. You can trust him, right? Yesterday, you would have said so, undoubtedly. But you also wouldn’t have guessed that he had anything more than platonic feelings for you.

God, men are so complicated.

You groan and stand up, spending the rest of your down time doing your stretches, going through your positive affirmations, and trying not to worry about Taehyung. He’s under Jin’s control tonight, nothing bad will happen.

You hope.

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The dining room of the house is enormous, with high ceilings, chandeliers, and ornate paintings on the walls. Seokjin goes all out for his banquets and makes the room seem even more opulent with the addition of candlelight, a trained wait staff, and vases full of roses found on nearly every surface.  Formal dress is required, and all the other boys are dressed just as fancily as Seokjin, though not all of them can pull it off quite as elegantly. He makes sure to hire a string quartet, the most elite caterers, and he even calls in the secondary PhysComs to assist during the meal.

You see, Seokjin has a very specific type of kink he likes to experience. It has to do with food, but it’s not exactly considered foodplay. Jin loves to combine fine dining with sexual acts.

During the first course, PhysComs are beneath the table, sucking off each member while they taste their soups and salads. They’re not allowed to cum until desert, so the PhysComs are only there to get them hard and ready.

The second course marks the beginning of the voyeurism. A fish course is served while a PhysCom is strapped down to the table and teased with at least one vibrator, moans and whimpers filling the room in harmony with the string quartet. Seokjin encourages the boys to talk about their week so far for some family time, largely ignoring the sinful sounds coming from their overstimulated centerpiece.

During the third course, sex is performed on the table by any number or gender of willing PhysComs, while the boys are forced to watch while they eat the stew you made. Jin often likes to give commentary on the PhysCom’s forms, or occasionally direct them around.

Lastly is the dessert course, where you make your grand entrance. All their hungry, lust-crazed eyes are on you, horny as hell from all the buildup. A maid brings you in on a leash, attached to your collar. You walk past the cluster of secondaries, and they aim stares at you, some jealous, some of admiration. You don’t care. Your eyes are on Seokjin. Your owner for the evening.

He stands as you enter, his eyes burning with barely contained lust. “Ladies and gentlemen. I present to you, our dessert.”

The other boys rise as well, and you can sense Taehyung’s stare burning into you, but you avoid meeting his gaze. Your eyes are locked on Seokjin. He orders the maid to help you up, and soon you’re standing atop the table, all eyes upon you. She hands the leash to him. You await his orders.

“Take off your dress, dear.” Seokjin says, sitting back down, and the other boys follow suit. His voice is quiet, but the atmosphere is so charged with sexual tension, you could hear a pin drop.

You reach behind to undo your zipper, the noise simply sinful as your dress falls to the tablecloth, pooling around your feet. You hear a few inhales of breath from around the table.

“Bring the bowl.” Jin’s voice commands again, and a butler hurries over with a jewel encrusted dish, setting it at Seokjin’s right. After that, he dismisses all the other people in the room. The only ones left are you and the seven men around the table.

Jin takes the dog bowl, holding it up to the light and watching the way the crystals shimmer and gleam. “How many loads did you take today, my pet?”

“Sixteen,” you reply obediently, and you see Yoongi’s jaw clench from the corner of your eye.

Jin makes a rumble in his throat, like an affirmative. “So much cum to fit in such tight little holes.”

You nod, awaiting his instructions.

He licks his lips and places the bowl at your feet. “Empty yourself out for me, darling.”

You smile. Kneeling down over the dog bowl, you carefully remove the plug from your cunt, and moan as you feel their cum start to trickle out of you.

You can feel their eyes staring, faces flushed, lips bitten, as their combined releases drip into the dish, slowly coating the bottom.

Seokjin’s hands are tented in front of his face, hiding all but his glittering eyes from view. “Now your ass,” he murmurs huskily, and they all watch as you twist that plug out too, and even more cum joins the rest. Sixteen loads from throughout the day fill the dish, and you look to Seokjin, awaiting further instruction.

“Jimin.” He says, and the boy’s ears perk up. “Would you do the honors of fucking her first?”

Jimin scrambles up, as if unable to move fast enough. He climbs onto the table and unzips his pants, his hands shaking. Meanwhile, Jin orders you on all fours and pushes the dish closer to you. “Why don’t you enjoy your dinner, my pet? It’s been cooking all day.”

He takes such filthy pleasure in scenes like this, it makes your core clench just from the look in his eyes, the tone of his voice. “Yes, master.”

You lean down and start to lap at the bowl. You can feel Jimin’s hands on your ass, but… something’s wrong. Why isn’t he fucking you?

You crane your neck over your shoulder to look at him, a “what the fuck” look on your face for interrupting the flow of the scene, and see something unexpected. Hesitation colors Jimin’s expression, and he looks between you and Seokjin, seemingly torn.

Everyone’s eyes are on you.

Jimin leans over to speak privately, his tone lowered so only you can hear. “Do… do you want to be fucked right now?”

Your mouth hangs open in shock. Why the hell would he be concerned about that?

Seokjin realizes that something isn’t right, and he snaps his fingers. “Jimin, sit down. Hoseok, go fuck her.”

Hoseok is always a good fuck. He grins and climbs on the table, fishing his cock out of his dress slacks. “Ah, look at this ass. Pretty as always,” he chuckles and gives you a light spank before lining himself up with your entrance. He pushes into you with a heated groan, his hands groping you appreciatively. “So wet, baby…” Soon he’s snapping his hips into you at a good pace, filling you up with his length.

But you can’t focus. You stare at Jimin, sitting shamefully with his head bent. You look to Taehyung, sitting across from him, only to see a smirk on his face. What the hell is going on?

Taehyung subtly catches Jimin’s attention and mouths something to him, but of course it’s Korean, so you can’t make out the words as Hoseok pounds into you. Jimin’s eyes widen and his grip tightens on the stem of his wine glass, his knuckles white as his expression changes to one of anger. Tae merely smirks and sits back in his chair, a challenge in his eyes.

What the fuck is happening? Is this about you?

Your heart sinks through the floor. It has to be. You and your damn lips are the only common denominator in this equation.

Hoseok grabs your leash from Jin and tugs on it, the collar forcing your head back. Your neck feels like it might snap from the sudden strain of trying to keep watching their silent conversation, but it’s no use from this angle, and you give up, forced to stare at the ceiling as your legs quiver and anxiety washes over you, a sense of foreboding starting to build in your chest...

Someone jumps to their feet, their chair scraping back from the force, and something crashes to the ground with the unmistakable noise of breaking glass.

“Jimin!” Seokjin’s voice cuts through the sound of Hobi fucking you, and he halts his thrusts. You’re able to see again, pants of breath from Hoseok filling the silence as Jimin looks down, frustrated at being reprimanded. “What’s gotten into you? Sit down, now.”

Taehyung chuckles, seemingly satisfied with himself, and Jin looks to him with narrowed eyes. “That goes for both of you. Stop fucking around.”

“Yes, sir.” Taehyung merely shrugs. You can see Jungkook place a hand on Jimin’s arm, his eyes wide with concern as he helps him calm down and return to his seat. Namjoon shoots Taehyung a look, but he doesn’t acknowledge it, his eyes still fixed on Jimin.

Seokjin’s attention turns back to your display, sighing from the interruption, and he gestures for Hoseok to go harder on you. Hoseok is all too happy to comply, chuckling as he pushes down on your back, forcing your face into the bowl of cum as he pulls out of you and starts fucking into your ass instead.

Normally this is part of the proceedings. But this time you aren’t prepared, too distracted and worried by Taheyung and Jimin to focus properly, and you gasp into the bowl, choking on the pool of stickiness and sputtering on cum as you turn your face away to try and catch your breath.

Seokjin has no reason to sense anything is amiss with you, as you would sometimes struggle for show. He hums and pets your hair as you’re fucked into the table. You try to inhale, but your lungs won’t work.

You feel suffocated by the weird tension in the room, and your heart starts pounding in your ears. You know this is your fault. The other boys all look uncomfortable. Jimin’s shooting daggers at Taehyung, and Tae is glaring right back. This isn’t right.

You just need a minute to think, a minute to sort this out, to fucking talk to them and clear this up. Fuck, you want Hobi to stop. You want everything to stop. You feel overwhelmed, you can’t take it anymore, and you’re flooded with shame as tears spring to your eyes.

“Bulletproof!”

You cry out your safe word, a sob wracking your body. “Fuck! I’m sorry...”

It takes Hoseok a split second to realize what you said before he pulls out of you, his eyes wide with worry. The others all look just as shocked, and Jin jumps to his feet in an instant, helping you off the table. “What can I do, darling?” He asks with concern, grabbing a napkin and carefully wiping the cum off your face.

He doesn’t question why you broke character, he only wants to help, and that makes you want to cry harder. But you pull yourself together, inhaling deeply to keep any more tears from falling. There’s only one person who can help you clear your head, and your gaze turns to him, your voice wavering. “I need to speak privately with Kim Namjoon.”

All eyes fall on their leader, who looks just as surprised to be requested. “Uh, yeah. Sure thing.” Namjoon gets up, his high backed chair scraping against the polished wooden floor as he circles around the table to you.

Namjoon is the conduit between them and their company. An ambassador of sorts. If anyone could help you sort this out, it would be him.

As he comes over, he takes off his suit jacket, draping the garment over your shoulders to help cover your naked form. “We’ll just be a minute, guys,” he calls over his shoulder, one supportive hand on your back as he guides you into the other room, leaving behind a different sort of tension, one of fear and worry.

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“What’s up, sweetheart?” Namjoon says softly, shutting the door behind him. He’s taken you to one of the larger bathrooms, with a few areas to sit in addition to a toilet, soaking tub, shower stalls, and a few sinks. “Is everything okay?”

Clearly it isn’t, but him trying to bring some normalcy into the situation makes you want to cry all over again. “No, it’s not.” You sit down on a cushioned bench, covering you face with your hands. “Fuck, I’m so sorry…”

“No, no. Shh… it’s okay, honey, really.” His hand on your back is more of a comfort than you’d care to admit, and you find yourself wishing he would hold you, wishing you could cry in his arms.

But no, damn it, that’s what’s gotten you into trouble in the first place.

“Mr. Kim, I-”

“Please, call me Namjoon. I don’t mind.” He gives you a small smile, and his willingness to be informal with you adds another layer of comfort.

“Namjoon.” You start again, and he looks to you with sincerity. “I, uh… fuck, I don’t know how to explain this.” You give a rueful laugh, running a hand through your hair.

“It’s okay. Take all the time you need.” He rubs your back soothingly, offering you a tissue from a nearby box to dry your eyes.

“Thanks.” You blow your nose, and a part of you feels self-conscious, letting him see you this way. You haven’t been this out of character in front of him since you were hired. “Um… okay. So, earlier today, two of the other members kissed me. I didn’t want it to happen, but it did...” It tumbles out of you in a rush, and you glance down nervously. Damn. This the third time you’ve lowered your walls in front of them today. What the hell is happening?

He seems to chew on your statement for a moment before proceeding, his tone cautious. “It was against your will? They forced themselves on you?”

Your eyes widen and you shake your head. “No! No, they didn’t- it wasn’t like that. It was… nice.” You’re ashamed to admit that you took pleasure in breaking your own rules, but you can’t let him think they were forcing you to do it. “I enjoyed it.”

He looks more confused. “So, you did want it to happen…?”

“Not at first! I mean… ugh, I shouldn’t have let it happen at all.” You grouse, still kicking yourself for being so unprofessional. “I think at least one of them might… have developed feelings for me.”

A moment of clarity lights his eyes. “You’re worried about keeping up boundaries.”

You nod miserably. Thank god someone in this house understands your limits.

“Who was it?”

“Huh?” Your gaze snaps to him.

He repeats the question. “Who kissed you?”

Your eyes lower to the floor. You feel bad dropping names, but he probably has a good reason for asking. “Taehyung and Jimin.”

His mouth stretches into a thin line. “I see.”

“I don’t know what to do. I feel like they’re trying to breach my professional boundaries. But... I like it. But I shouldn’t!” You groan. “Fuck, I have to keep this job...” A weary sigh leaves your throat and you try to keep your tears at bay this time.

Namjoon makes a noise of understanding. He seems to ponder the problem for a moment before speaking. “Those two are young. They’re still figuring out their feelings.” He says it to comfort you, you’re sure. But you decide not to point out that he’s only a year older than them. “But I think I know how to fix this.”

You sit up straight. “You do? How?”

Namjoon smiles, his dimples poking through. “Like I said, they’re young. They want what they can’t have.” He smirks. “You made kissing off-limits, right? So they want it now.”

You’re following his logic so far. It would make sense that something off-limits is more tantalizing… that’s certainly how you felt when kissing them.

He continues. “Look, if you liked it, then that means it’ll happen again. No offense, but willpower is damned when it comes to matters of the heart.” He gives a wry chuckle.

“Remind me how we’re fixing the situation?” You ask skeptically, wrapping his jacket around yourself and nudging him with your arm.

He smiles. “It’s simple, really. I think you have to desensitize them to kissing. We need to show them it doesn’t mean anything that they kissed you. You’re still just their PhysCom.”

You blink, still at a loss. “How do we do that?”

His thumb brushes your cheek, and he has that same tender look in his eyes as he does right after you would get him off.

“I think we should go out there, and I should kiss you senseless, sweetheart.”

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Um um ok I started this at 4 am I'm gonna talk abt the birds in my Twisted Heroes au!!!!!!!!

DJ Grooves (Nova) was raised in a famous family; related to well-known actors, singers, etc., and was expected to be just as great and well loved as them. He was in a couple of shows as a child actor.. But unfortunately, never really had very big roles. Despite this, it inspired him to pursue his own dream to work in the film industry as a director. Even since he was a young teenager, he would work so hard to get at least a little bit of the appreciation that his family got so much of. As an adult.. He finally made his first film; he was so excited to finally fulfill his dream. But as soon as people saw the film for the first time, that dream was shattered in an almost instant. The audience seemed to expect too much. They seemed to expect him to be exactly like his family. Heartbroken, he ran off stage, not expecting anyone to follow him. Sitting on his own, devastated that he couldn't seem to live up to his family's legacy, he was convinced to just quit; everything he worked for, everything he dreamed of... He considered ending it all there. He could get a better career, he thought. However, the door creaked open- a crowd of birds seemed to almost flood the room. They seemed to be fans of his...? Nova was in disbelief- some people out there liked what he did? He had fans that didn't compare him to his family? They called themselves the Moon Penguins- they said that they would be his actors and bodyguards... Was this real? Did he really have fans? The Moon Penguins ended up working for Nova: starring in his movies, guarding the studio... His movies may not have done well, but at least they had each other.

Conductor (Chestnut) grew up in a poor family- his family was nothing out of the ordinary. His parents worked the best jobs they could find, his brothers went to school with him, everything was just kind of normal. Except for one thing: he looked different from the rest of his family. Ever since he was very small, the teasing never seemed to stop. The invasive questions never seemed to stop. Sure, he never really looked like a bird much.. But that's not a bad thing, is it? He knew that he was just special. He was just special. That's all. Somewhere during this time, he started to find a fascination with art, more specifically movies. He would write stories about movies he had dreamed of creating, drew pictures of his dream movie set. His parents would always tell him how proud they were of him. Even if the outside world wouldn't accept him, his parents seemed to like him for who he was. His brothers too, though they would tease a little every once in a while. As a teenager, he worked as hard as he could to make his dream movie happen- working day and night to make enough money to spend it all on a camera, spending days writing stories. Soon enough, others found out about his stories, his art, his ideas. They called him talented, praised him, all of the teasing seemed to come to a stop... It was amazing! The other birds were finally recognizing him for who he really was! One day, soon after he entered adulthood, he finally started on his dream project. His first movie that he had been dreaming of since childhood. Everyone would love it, he just knew it. He was so talented, right? They just had to! This confident mentality seemed to swallow his mind over the years. It had become what he was known for. Even during the times that he knew it was wrong to think like that... He couldn't seem to let that go. That persona he had for himself was what everyone had known him as- he couldn't just throw all of that away! Everyone loved him. He had wanted this for his whole life. It was far too late to turn back now.

Annnddd umm that's most of it!!!!! There's a bit more in the BOTB story that I didn't mention (the express owls + moon penguins, Periwinkle (an oc lmao), Chestnut's family, etc.), but I'll probably leave that for another post!!!! I hope u enjoyed :D