#and in the metaphor of the song. yeah it fucking sucks watching what you want spin down the drain but ?? you got to WATCH IT

[quandaryqueen]

Mental images I'd like to share

Hi hellow these are usually the thoughts that are left marinading in my brain after consuming media, mostly music videos, certain prompts, reflection of real life and etc.

And they are about certain Gotham rogues, because I have no life yet until college will inevitably suck the soul out of my body okay enjoy--

💜 Music Meister

Now in honour of Enchanted and after I've watched the new trailer for its sequel Disenchanted, I went straight to listening to its songs because augh my childhood and of course, True Love's kiss is always a fucking banger and something I'd love to waltz to and want to sing if it weren't for my ratchet alto voice but anyways;

Ah yes, in every chores he plays music as one always do and of course he is always singing along. So it's him in the backyard hanging clothes and sheets.

Gosh imagine Dennis roping you into singing with him-- as he's doing chores some movie soundtrack is playing by the background and what in the middle of hanging laundry with you. His typical theatrical self re-enacts the song True Love's kiss with him being Gisselle, twirling and spinning around the lawn with a laundry basket and clothes to hang and of course you'd cave in when he knowingly looks over you when the part of Prince Edward comes on, you lazily pull him and go along with his gimmicks.

"Giselle! We shall be married in the morning!" You sarcastically recited, before breaking into a song with him, which he finds himself smiling like a dork.

Then after that he is washed by the overwhelming urge to rewatch the movie with you and so after chores, he pulls you with him to squeal about the whole movie and sing along. Sighhhh, oh to have that one day.

🖤 Gotham Oswald Cobblepot

I'm thinking what if he has a child and this child has followed their Father's advice to a T. Like, Oswald and this child are intensely alike... My shipper brain says to include Edward in this relationship because I am a degenerate so this child is a scary mix of Edward's intelligence and friendliness and Oswald's cunning nature and tendancies to do anything to get what they want.

Okay now that's out of the way, imagine this child running for president in their school council just as how her Father Oswald ran for mayor and this child, is sabotaging the opposing candidate and their partylist. One time a student had tried to heckle Oswald and Edward's baby during their speech, and after that the heckler's scholarship is revoked.

Uhhh, gosh my brain is also saying "Hey... What if Barbara Gordon and this child are the same age and they're friends" 👀

So yeah, definitely needs more character expansion, and not to mention, a name.

🧡 Masters of Fear Jonathan Crane

Idk about you, let's give him a bimbo bestie because that's always fun 😚

Big cliché of an extrovert bestie, popular, a part of the cheer leading team, feminine, catty, sweet, nice, confused but she's got the spirit, will throw hands if one dares to throw either literal or metaphorical rocks at Jonathan.

Anyways so they adopt Jonathan, maybe he thinks he fell for them because he can't distinguish platonic feels from romantic ones, but then he finally knows what friendship feels like and so he is just content about their friendship.

He is a touch scared of them because they threw verbal rocks at Sherry Squires during cheerleading practice and went off because Sherry only attends practice to skip classes.

Bimbo bff wards him away from Sherry, so maybe the prank from the Halloween party wouldn't occur at all. So anyways, maybe Jonathan doesn't become the Scarecrow and instead becomes a somewhat well-adjusted individual as an adult, though still a touch stern of a professor who scowls at everyone, save for his bimbo bff, whom he scowls at too, but less irked at them.

💚 Edward Nygma

Okay this is self-indulgent, but I recently got glasses and had this thought brewing about--

So it's Edward teasing a friend of his whenever they squint at objects from afar, telling them it's finally time to become a member of the four-eyed freaks, but friend is adamant about not getting glasses, claiming that they don't need it at all (even if they do)

But one day, the friend being spiteful wants to prove Edward that they don't need glasses, so they stop by a glasses store and got their eyes tested... The autorefractor results states that you need glasses and Edward was smirking with an 'I told you so' look, so he helps you around with picking a pair of frames and after that got sorted with the correct grade of lenses, you were met with a whole new world and billboards and signs were no longer blurry.

"Welcome to the four-eyed freaks." Nudges Edward.

[achliegh]

The Cult Of Dionysus

Masterlist

Chapter 4

Y'all remember that fic I wrote a while back named British V-Sign? Well I turned it into a shitty chapter fic. You’re welcome and I’m sorry

Character’s belong to: @lumosinlove

TW/CW: Swearing, Mentions of drugs, drug usage, Underage drinking, Smut, Therapy, Not Happy Ending.

“Leo?” Logan was nervous, he’s never met a famous person. Well, okay that a lie he is on a team with some of the most famous hockey players, but not a music famous person. Leo was even taller in person, he was just wearing normal converse and it felt like he was towering over him. Finn was gripping his hand, both their hands were sweaty. Leo smiles at them and it feels like they have known each other for years. In most pictures you see online of Leo he has a scowl on his face, never smiling, always looking tired. 

“Yeah, that's me. Come in. Bye Dad.” Wyatt waves as he leaves, whistling to the tune of their new song. Leo turns his gaze back to the two gorgeous men in front of him. “So, want to go back to my hotel with me?” Clay laughs on the couch at him trying to be smooth but Leo is only focused on the two stammering idiots in front of him. “Come on, I’ve got someone to drive.” He grabs his bag, still wearing his shirt around his neck like a towel and looks at Clay who is nodding his head from how tired he is. “Make sure you leave with Melony, I don’t want you two getting lost or hurt. Drink water before you sleep.” 

“Aw shucks, look at you caring for us.” Clay smiles as Leo just shakes his head. Walking back over to the out of place men outside the room. 

“Ready?” 

They were in a limo, a fucking limo. Leo had climbed in after talking to a really burly man who stopped him to ask who he was with and where he was going. They joked around a bit as before Leo led them over to a black limo. Leo stopped in front of it and sighed like he was annoyed. They all climb inside, Leo sitting on the side seats and Finn and Logan sitting on the back ones. 

“Sorry, I don’t really like limos, they draw too much attention. I’d rather we just left in a van or something, this is more Clay’s style.” He looks at them. “So I know what I could find about you from your profiles on like every platform but I didn’t actually google you, I didn’t want to seem creepy.” He looks down at his jeans and picks at the little frayes on the rip in his jeans by his knee. He was really a shy person at heart and if these two didn’t like him he didn’t know what he was gonna do. “I also just kinda wanted to get to know you in person. I asked if you wanted to fuck on Twitter but we don’t have to do anything. I just was kinda fucked up when I sent that and-”

“I googled you and watched hours of interviews and concert footage!” Logan blurts out. He cringes at himself and it's silent for a moment before Leo AND Finn start laughing. Finn wrapping his arm around Logan and kissing his forehead. 

“Ohhh, I get it. You two are dating.” Leo smiles at them, seeming more relaxed than a couple seconds ago. “I thought you were from all the pictures of you together but I could never find a clear answer on y’alls pages.” 

“We don’t date and tell Leo, it’s just for us.” Leo nods at them, taken back by how secretive they were when really it was painfully obvious. 

“So, what made you say yes to meet me? Was it the free concert?” Logan and Finn look at each other for a moment, like they are having a conversation just with their eyes. Leo was metaphorically on the edge of his seat, physically he was relaxed as ever. Finn and his eyes met, they almost softened when they looked at him, it made him shift uncomfortably. 

“Well, it's because of you we started officially dating, instead of acting like we weren't.” The atmosphere changed around them, it was suddenly thick. Leo swallows a bit after his eyes travel from Finn’s eyes to his lips, from his lips to Logan’s and up to meet his eyes. 

“What do you mean?” 

“What we mean is I sucked Finn off in the bathroom of your New York show and it was all because of how good you look on stage. After that you answered us on twitter and we decided if we were going to ‘meet you’ we should probably talk about us first.” Leo blinked at them, suddenly Logan was in his lap and Finn was by his side. He is very nervous on the inside but on the outside he just smirks. 

“Is this my reward for getting you two together?” They nod, Logan leaning forward to catch his lips and Finn suckin on his neck.

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29 + 1 (Part Two)

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: In which Seokjin is the Devil from The Devil Wears Prada, Taehyung is your work Jesus and Jimin is your handsome successful brother.

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: seokjin x reader (squint harder than before for taehyung x reader) 

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: slice of life; ceo!seokjin; a dash of enemies to lovers au 

𝔴𝔠: 7.6k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: language; a plethora of drunk people, maybe a sext, and a ton of lying (possible implication of impending smut?!) 

𝔞/𝔫: this part came out longer than i thought it would be but *shrugs* feedback and thoughts always welcomed. enjoy (:  𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔯: DailyHive is real; this is not associated with it 

part one || part three 

The bright pop music that is blaring from the speakers does little to slow your animated talking. Bodies are packed into the small local bar, and students on summer break fill booths and form a snake of impatient, drunk (and horny) people. A slow trickle of the brazen has started to fill the dance floor as the evening morphs into the night.

  You whip your hair into a ponytail and dab at the sweat that is beading your forehead. You definitely should have worn that sleeveless top rather than this thicker t-shirt dress.

  “So, is he like your sugar daddy or something?” Taehyung asks, “Also drink.”

  Friday nights were usually spent at home, snuggled under the blankets in your pjs binging another rewatch of Friends. After work today, you could no longer hold onto your secret and invited Taehyung out for drinks. His girlfriend, Fei, was supposed to join but had been held back for overtime.

  You tip the shot back with no chase.

  “You’re a monster,” he comments as he bites into his lemon piece.

  The two of you had made a bet at the beginning of the evening: you each chose a pop song and each time it played, the nominee had to take a shot. That was your fourth of the night, and to say there was a bit of a buzz is an understatement.

  “It’s all throat technique, Tae,” you say with a bit of a slur, “Hit the back and swallow. No innuendo intended. Also, why the hell haven’t you had any to drink?”

  “You picked ‘Peaches’ for fuck’s sake.”

  “I told you I don’t listen to pop music. It was the first one playing.”

  “And shouldn’t that have told you something? Justin Bieber of all people?”

  “Shut up. It’s your song.” You nod at the pink-faced barista for another round. She slaps your order in front of the two of you without so much a glance.

You don’t even know what song is playing, but you feel quite satisfied watching Taehyung make a face as he downs it in one go.

  He clears his throat after the liquor has burned its way down to his stomach. “Back to my question: is he your sugar daddy?”

  You bark out a laugh. Was he? Perhaps the fact that he paid for fancy meals at lunch? Those have been his one o’clock meetings for the past two months.

  “I don’t know. I’d rather he buy me a car or pay my rent if anything. A casual 1k a week wouldn’t be so bad either. We just sit in his office and eat in secret, Tae. He’s ‘training me in the art of culinary cuisine’. I think it’s just so I don’t embarrass him by stuffing a shrimp cocktail up my nose.”

  “You do know – ”

“Yes, I know. And I would never. It’s a metaphor. It’s just that the position ‘intern’ is quite loosely defined at DailyHive, don’t you think?”

  Taehyung rinses his mouth with water before speaking. “So let me get this right. Mr. Kim calls you into his office, says he’s going to take you as his guest to the biggest tech event of the year, treats you to lunches and doesn’t ask for anything in return? No secret midnight meetups or shady business deals…”

  You shake your head.

  “Damn,” Taehyung says, resting his arm on the bar table, “Forget sugar daddy. He’s just daddy.”

  Sticking your tongue out, you gag visibly at his comment. “Do not ever call him that again, Tae; ev-er.”

  He laughs and watches you pensively. After a moment’s thought, he says, “Nobody has ever called me Tae.”

  “What do they call you then?” you reply, wrinkling your brows together. A cute brunette across the room catches your eyes and for the briefest of seconds, you wonder what a one-night-stand would feel like.

  He shrugs. “Just Taehyung.”

  The brunette waves in your direction. You are about to return his wave when an equally cute brunette runs up to him. He promptly kisses her before swivelling her around to join his group of friends.

  “Sorry. Do you want me to stop? I just assumed since we were out of the office…”

Oh Fate, how cruel you are. Life of twenty cats and solidarity, here you come. Maybe dogs. You feel like you could be more of a dog person.

  “No,” he stops you, “You can call me Tae. Whatever you want.”

  You turn your attention back on the also cute brunette in front of you. In all honestly, despite his youthful god-like countenance, he looks slightly out of place at this college bar with you in his upstanding business attire and dorkishly adorable thick-framed glasses.

  “Sure. How about Tee-Tee? Or Hyungie? The TaeMan?” You wiggle your brows with the suggestion.

  “God help me.”

  The two of you clink your shot glasses together even though neither of your songs are being played.

  His Apple watch lights up to indicate an incoming message. He relays the text to you, “Fei’s done work. She’s on her way now.” You can’t help but notice a shift in his previously excited demeanor.

  You nudge him with your elbow. “Aren’t you excited? She’ll need a glass of wine or two to destress after work. I might be projecting onto you for this part, but you’re buzzed. So after we get her to unwind I’m sure the overwhelming power of pheromones will get you lucky tonight.” You wink at him to emphasize your point.  

“She’s not a big drinker. She’s probably just going to come and ask to leave in five minutes. Bars like this aren’t really her thing either,” he states. He then unbuckles his watch and tucks it away into the pocket of his pants. Undoing the cuffs of his shirt, he rolls up the sleeves and continues to regard you solemnly. “Okay, next round is one me. Are you absolutely sure you don’t want to switch songs?”

  You notice how nice, long, and slender his fingers are. Plus the thing of girls liking when men have visible veins on their forearm? That had never really caught your attention until now.

  “She’s a bit of a bitch,” you say and immediately regret, “Shit, sorry. That just slipped out. Alcohol.”

  He offers you his water to drink.

  “I mean, she’s a little…uptight at times? But people can be completely different in and out of work. I can only imagine how stressful it is in her position. Working overtime until 9pm on a Saturday night seriously sucks,” you say to try and mend your wrongdoing.

  “Fei in the office is basically Fei at home,” he says softly, “It’s always work with her.”

  “We support career-driven women, yeah?” A smile is offered from you to him.

  He finally lets out a small one and nods. Out of the blue, he reaches over and covers your hand with his. Staring intently into your eyes, he says, “I know she makes you do her reports and occupies your time to do her coffee runs as well. You can say no to her. She may be my girlfriend, but you’re technically my intern, and I will stand on your side no matter what.”

  “Um, okay. Thanks, Tae,” you say. His sincerity has caught you off guard.

  At that moment, the sound of clicking heels pierce its way into your eardrums through the noise of the even busier bar. Taehyung quickly retracts his hand.

  Fei arrives, not a hair out of place in her tightly pulled bun. Her lips are painted a striking red against the paleness of her skin, and her manicured nails dig into the forearm of Taehyung when she reaches them. Even though she is wearing an otherwise drab office business suit, the curvature of her body draws quite a few glances from the younger men in the crowd.

  “It’s like a zoo here,” she sneers, turning away from a sacrificial lamb who had been bold enough step out of his circle of friends to greet her with a sleezy “hey”.

  “Hi, Fei. Busy night?” you greet her first.

  She gives you a tight-lipped smile. “Yes. I don’t know why you weren’t there. Isn’t it the intern’s job to complete reports?”

  Again, a loosely defined use of “intern” at DailyHive.

  You return her smile with a crisp one of your own.

  She turns away from you and regards Taehyung, who looks as if he had been the sacrificial lamb instead. “Teddybear, let’s go home. You know this type of place isn’t my vibe. I’m getting a headache already.”

  You raise an eyebrow at his pet name.

  He turns a little bit pinker, if that is possible under the current alcohol-induced glow of his cheeks, and says, “Um, sure. Y/N, are you going to be okay getting home?”

  Waving him off, you show him your phone. “30% left. I’ve got pepper spray in my bag and enough booze in me to not run from a fight. I’ll call an Uber home soon, don’t worry.”

  Fei has already begun to fight her way through the squirming, dancing bodies. Taehyung glances quickly at her and turns back to you once last time. “Text me that you’re home safe.”

  “Will do, boss,” you smile at him warmly.

  He lingers for just a moment more before running after his impatiently waiting girlfriend.

  You turn back to the bar and order another beer for yourself. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is perhaps the biggest perk of being single.

...

On the opposite side of town, sinking deeply into a soft lounge chair is Seokjin enjoying a rare evening out with his best friend. He has swapped his usual attire for a more relaxed fit of a white oversized crewneck and techwear bottoms. A heavy, exorbitant fur-lined long leather coat hangs on the coat rack beside the door to their private VVIP room. He swirls his glass of Chateau Lafite before sipping delicately.

  Outside, only a handful of patrons sit quietly engrossed in their own conversations. It is a relatively empty night at the high-end lounge. A lady sings sultrily on stage with the smooth background of a saxophone as accompaniment.

  Junho has poured himself another glass while he is talking to Seokjin. Seokjin had since slightly tuned out his friend’s rather elongated rendition of another celebrity sighting to occupy his mind with another individual.

  “Earth to Jin? When did you get so lightweight since I’ve been gone?” Junho waves a hand in front of Seokjin’s nose.

  Seokjin blinks to refocus.

  “The mansion I bought last year or the one I bought last month?” he reiterates. Sensing that Seokjin truly had no idea what the topic at hand had been, he tries again.

  “Where should I do my birthday party this year, man? I thought the mansion from last year since it’s closer to the city, but I feel like it’s been reused too many times. It’s not completely furnished yet, but the property I got last month is significantly bigger and I can probably host more people.”

  “The new place then,” Seokjin answers half-heartedly.

  Junho grumbles something intelligible.

  “What did you say?”

  “Nothing,” Junho sighs, “Tell me what’s new with you. How’s that little project of yours going? I still can’t believe you won’t let me know who you’re planning to take to the Gala.”

  Seokjin had refused to release even the slightest detail about you to Junho. Letting him know that Seokjin had agreed to one of his plans would be enough to inflate Junho’s ego for at least a little while.

  “It’s been going...”

  Junho waits for more of Seokjin’s answer, but his friend’s attention has been turned to a received text.

  10:17pm “Safe and sound, Teddy Bear.”

  10:17pm “Or should I say Taeddybear? 🥴”

10:18pm “That last beer done me rael godo.”

  10:18pm “Real good**”

  Seokjin raises a brow at the unknown number. He responds back.

  10:18pm “Who is this? I think you’ve got the wrong number.”

  Junho crosses his legs and sits back with a sigh. He presses the button to request for an attendant.

  10:19pm “You know who… Anyways, I just wanted to say thank you for saying you’ve got my back. It’s definitely appreciated.”

  The response doesn’t do much except to further pique Seokjin’s curiosity.

  “Sorry,” he says, sliding his phone back into his pocket, “Rogue text I think.”

  Junho shrugs. “Is that right? Seems to have caught your attention.” There is now a manner of indifference to his voice.

  “It’s going well, by the way – answering your question. I mean, all things considered. It’s not like I have to teach her how not to stuff a cocktail shrimp up your nose.”

  His friend snorts. “I’d be concerned and against this person if it’s who you’re planning to bring.”

  Seokjin’s phone buzzes again.

  10:21pm “Pray for me when I wake up with the worst hangover of my life. I’m going to bed now.”

  A moment of silence.

  10:21pm “I hope I didn’t piss off Fei tonight for stealing you for the evening.”

  10:22pm “Okay I’ll shut up now. Please don’t tell me you’re reading this. You should be getting some 😼💦.”

  The emoji makes Seokjin choke, liquid sputtering from his lips.

  Junho cusses. He angrily dabs at the speckle of red wine that has landed on his pearly white top.

  10:23pm Download attached image. “Just in case, here’s a little something to get the night started 😉”

  “What the hell man?” Junho gets up and makes his way to the bathroom. Luckily, the previously called attendant had arrived in time to escort him.

Seokjin barely notices that he is alone in room as he taps the download button. It isn’t until he has returned home and is looking at the picture one last time before bed that he realizes who his mysterious texter is.

  The employee nametag clipped to the collar of your workday shirt hanging on the arm of a chair can only be found when zoomed in past your painted toes and naked feet.

... 

You cannot hide your nervousness when you arrive at your “lunch meeting” the following Monday morning. All weekend, you had cursed yourself for not better checking who the recipient of your texts were before pressing send. Never had you thought that in your drunken stupor you would mix up “The Devil” in your contact list with “Taehyung Kim.” Curse you and your lack of friends beginning with the letter “T”.

  You balk before, a hand poised in perfect position for a knock. Maybe he didn’t download it? And even if he did, it was just a troll feet pic. You had made sure that it was as pg-13 as possible before you had sent it.

  “Hi,” you greet sheepishly when he has given you the go to enter.

  In a smart plain blue button-up and round frames that are almost certainly for the aesthetics, the CEO of the company and your boss sizes you up and down.

  “I know we’ve gotten to know each other better these past few weeks. But you’d think it’s still common courtesy to at least make eye contact,” he says. You look at him wide eyed without a word.

  He rolls his eyes but does not gesture to your usual seat. In fact, you don’t spy a take-out container in sight. He instead stands up and picks up his phone, walking to the door. He notices you have yet to move.

  “Let’s get moving. You’ve only got a 45 minute lunch.”

  You scramble to match his speed and catch Taehyung’s eye as you grab your jacket at your desk. Taehyung’s gaze follows you as you hurry to leave in pursuit of Seokjin’s coattail.

... 

The restaurant is a popular vegan establishment with a plethora of greenery crawling up its high ceilings and a window-framed overview of the city’s skyline. Waiters and waitresses who may just as well be walking New York Fashion Week serve you brunch mimosas on a golden plate; they attentively wait to the side in case you ever run out of water.

  Common topics are rare between the two of you. Initially, you respectfully kept quiet and only answered questions when asked, but you have never been one for awkward silence. Yes, it’s awkward only if you make it awkward; there is just no denying the hanging suspense that curls your toes each time. Recently, you have started with simple inquiries regarding the company, who they might meet at the Gala and everyday mundane topics.

  “You’re probably wondering why we’re out of the office,” Seokjin says. He continues shortly after taking a bite of his meal and ignores the look of your surprise at his initiation of a conversation. “My office has been getting stuffy with the warmer weather so I thought it’d be nice to get some fresh air. How’s the food?”

You nod, making small sounds of contentment as you chew on the Avocado Lime Tartare. Mmm… tart-y.

  He takes a deep breath in, stalling the incoming conversation. “It’s my friend’s birthday this next weekend.”

  “Oh,” you say, “Happy early birthday to him.”

  “He’s my best friend.”

  “Well… An extra happy early birthday to him.”

  A sigh. “Are you free next weekend?”

  Your chewing comes to a halt and you blink once at his question. Next weekend is the weekend before the Silver Gala. It is also the sole weekend before your birthday the following Friday after the Gala. You had hoped to spend it with Taehyung and maybe even Jimin who had promised to be in town on a long overdue vacation despite your chastising to visit your parents first.

  He senses your trepidation. Quickly, he explains himself, 

“He’s having a birthday party Saturday night. He has a place about an hour north of here. I can have somebody pick you up if that’s more convenient. I don’t have a birthday present for him and thought it’d be nice for you to meet him.”

  “You’re giving him me for a present?” you ask, incredulously.

  He bites his tongue. He never anticipated how awkward this conversation could go.

  “You’re going as my plus one. He really wants to meet you; in fact, he insisted that you be there. He’ll be at the gala too. I have something else planned for his birthday present,” he adds hastily, “Besides, you’re less than qualified as a present.”

  Musing silently to yourself, you wonder if in any situation should a human be qualified as a present. Despite that, you hate yourself as you agree on the spot.

  The rest of the lunch passes by quickly in dull silence. As Seokjin pays for the meal on the company card (and hands you the receipt for reimbursement), you note that there has been no comment made on any strange photos texted to him over the weekend.

  Perhaps being nonchalantly implied as a human birthday gift to a stranger is your karma for sending weird texts to your boss.

  Seokjin stays inside the car as he drops you off at the office after lunch, already preparing for his next business meeting. You nod your goodbye and step onto the pavement through the courteously held open door of the limousine.

“Y/N, try a soft pink. Fuchsia is not your colour,” he tells you as the door is closed.  

He then leaves you standing in front of the large office doors, staring at your chipped, week-old purple toenails.

... 

“I’m not exactly expecting a package in the mail or a dress laid out on the hotel bed – ”

“You guys are staying at a hotel?” Taehyung says over the phone.

  You are standing in your bedroom, an hour before when Seokjin is supposed to pick you up as an offering to his best friend. There are two dresses laid out on your Hello Kitty bed covers: a simple black dress you had worn once when you were a little bit more in shape and your prom dress.

  “No, I’m at home. But I mean, let me play into this movie metaphor.”

  “You suck at metaphors.”

  You have your phone propped up on some pillows so that you can see Taehyung as you debate your fashion decision. He is in a relaxed white tee, hair messily framing his face after a shower and a bowl of popcorn in his hands. You watch as a droplet of water runs down his face from his still-wet hair. He nonchalantly licks it off from the side of his mouth.

  “As I was saying, it wouldn’t hurt to get me something. He made it seem like it was a big deal. Like doesn’t the male lead usually surprise the female lead with a big bouquet of flowers and this over-the-top expensive dress which she wears and makes the male lead fall head over heels in love with her?”

  He chews silently on a kernel then probes, “You want Mr. Kim to fall in love with you?”

  “No,” you hastily correct, “It’s a metaphor. I think you’re the one who sucks at metaphors.”

  There is a beep on your phone to indicate you have another incoming call.

  “Tae, I’m going to have to call you back. My brother’s calling me,” you tell him. The black dress; your old prom dress is way too early 2000s. Black never hurts.

  “Okay. Have fun tonight. Pretend that it’s your birthday party. And then I’ll meet you for brunch tomorrow, my treat? You can tell me all about it,” he says. “Also the black. You look cute in that one.”

  “My party if I was 30, rich and successful. Oh wait, I’ll have one thing in common soon; that’s a start. Thanks though. I’ll call you tomorrow morning once I get up,” you say, then switch the call over to your brother. You had missed the flush of his cheeks as you busily swipe your phone.

Sticking the prom dress back into your closet, you rummage around the meager display of shoeboxes for a pair of high heels.

  “Hey, Jimin,” you greet over the phone.

  “Jesus, I do not need to be accosted by my half-naked sister,” he yells over the phone.

  You turn rapidly, seeing that you had accidentally continued a video call from when you had hung up on Taehyung. You throw a pillow over the camera in your haste to cover yourself up.

  “I was going to ask why you’re dressed like that but on second thought, I think I’ll leave your sexual exploits as your own secret.”

  Despite how disturbed you feel about this comment, his cheerful voice makes you smile.

  “So little sis, the weekend before the big three-oh!”

  “Please stop reminding me.”

  “Where do you want to meet tonight? I just got off the plane, but I can be ready to meet in about an hour. I booked a hotel close to the airport.”

  Shit. You forgot to tell Jimin. These heels will have to do.

  “Um… I, uh…”

  “What?”

  You clear your throat and begin to undress in front of the mirror. You have a sudden conscious thought that the dusty treadmill in your living room seems to be staring daggers at your back. 

  “I’ve got plans tonight.”

  “Plans? I wasn’t even aware you had friends here.”

  “Ouch, Jimin. But yes, I have friends. In fact, I am meeting a friend for brunch tomorrow if you want to join. I’m sure he’ll be okay with it.”

  “He?” Jimin repeats, “Should I put on my big brother boxing gloves? Give him a good talking to in case he’s interested in my baby sister?” Pause. “Was that who you were calling before?”  

You bite your answer back, not feeling the need to go down that rabbit hole.

  “He’s just a friend; A co-worker really,” you say, “He’s also unavailable. And before you suggest anything, his goalkeeper is technically one of my bosses so I do not want to try and shoot past her thank you very much.”

  Jimin laughs. “I wasn’t going to suggest anything. Well if you’re busy tonight, tomorrow morning works for me. Give me a call. I’ll spend the night in watching some good ol’ Netflix and enjoy this vacation time.”

  “Sorry again,” you apologize.

  “Go out and have fun,” he says, “You deserve it.”

  The two of you finish off the call with the usual goodbyes. You have forty-five minutes to dress the part of a sparkly birthday surprise for the co-founder of the company you work for. Throwing on your favourite throwback music, you get to work.

  Once satisfied, you snap a picture and sending it to Taehyung making special care that you have picked the right individual this time.

... 

The mansion is bigger than you could have ever imagined, and the amount of people present are…

  “You’re telling me I can do whatever I want tonight,” you ask Seokjin in the car.

  There is no denying that Seokjin knows how to dress for an event. In a velvety black and white suit, contrasted by his blonde hair which he has elected to temporarily dye for the evening, he looks very much the posh CEO magazines brand him out to be. You are glad you elected for the simple black dress as standing beside this Renaissance statue in a floral pastel yellow dress would be like planting dandelions in Kanye’s sculpture garden (if he ever wanted one).

  “The majority of people won’t recognize you after tonight. They’ll also be too drunk to even register anything you tell them,” Seokjin says.

  He cannot believe that you chose a simple black dress. Did you really not own anything remotely feminine besides the most generic clubbing outfit? Even if you had wanted to make an appearance as a hooker, at least make it an expensive-looking one. Maybe he should have bought you that Versace dress he spotted in the window the other day. Instead…

  “Take this. Your earrings are too gaudy for this event.”

  You touch the sparkly black cats you have put into your ears. Their eyes are made of crystal, and you thought it looked quite fetching in the light. Opening up the box, you see a dainty elegant pair of teardrop earrings that may or may not be of real diamonds.

  “Only Junho will know who you really are and then you can enjoy the rest of your night. I don’t want you to feel like you’re being held here against your will.”

  Putting them on, you note that even this simple change in attire has elevated the entirety of your presence. You felt as luxurious as this gift.

  “Thanks, Seokjin,” you try the first name basis he had insisted upon for this evening, “Not going to lie, I had imagined that maybe you’d send me a dress in the mail or something, but this is still very nice.”

  He snorts and rolls his eyes. “Like in the movies? Please, I run a start-up company. I’m not a millionaire and I don’t think you would appreciate my handouts.”

  You don’t respond, making your second note of the night on the Prada label on the cuff of his suit. “To clarify, I don’t introduce myself as your plus-one tonight.”

  “No. I don’t want you associated with me,” he curtly states. He watches as your smirk twitches and he hits himself mentally in the head again. “It’s to protect you. There are bound to be tons of paparazzi tonight at a party as big as this. I don’t want you to find yourself in the tabloids tomorrow morning. Just be smart.”

  The car pulls to a stop after inching its way up to the front door. People mill about outside in extravagant brands, holding glasses of champagne. The man of the hour is somewhere inside the building, charming his way into new business deals as well as making new friends.

  “Stay close to me. You can leave after we meet Junho. It is his birthday after all,” Seokjin offers a hand as you step out of the car.

  You take it, looping yourself into him so that your hand rests on his forearm. You are only 13 days younger than Junho, and yet this striking contrast in lifestyle hits you like a landslide while the two of you walk up the stairs and into the mansion.

  Inside, it is dim with disco lights flashing to the beat of amped party music. Upon entrance, the two of you are offered glasses of liquor (you take a swirling iridescent drink) to which you are then ushered to where the birthday boy lounges.

  Junho has an even more youthful face than Seokjin does. Where Seokjin’s features exude class and charm, Junho appears mischievous and looks to have stepped out of every girl’s bad boy dream.

  You stop Seokjin with a tug and make him look at you. “Tell me: do I look like a passable birthday offering?”

  Seokjin rolls his eyes and pulls you along with him.

  “Jin!” Junho hollers loudly across the room when spotting his oldest friend. There is a doll-like female magnetized to his side. “This is Clara, my date for the evening.”

  Seokjin shakes her hand and greets them. The female cannot seem to pry her eyes away from this handsome new stranger. He introduces himself chivalrously to her as Junho sides up to you and grips your hands in his. His breath smells strongly of mixed drinks, and you know that in about fifteen minutes the entire night will be a blur for him.

  “You must be Y/N!” he says excitedly, “Jin didn’t tell me that you were coming! What a surprise!”

  “I am,” you greet back with a large smile. “Although I’m also surprised. Seokjin told me that you had insisted I came.”

  Seokjin grits his teeth, annoyed at Junho. Would he ever learn when to keep his big mouth closed?

Laughing loudly, Junho grabs two drinks just as a waiter passes by and hands them to you. “Insist might be a strong word,” he says, drilling another hole unknowingly, “I honestly thought I’d have to play part-time wingman tonight. But I’m glad he’s got someone by his side.” He jabs you a little too hard in the ribs. “Next week’s gala is going to be fun! Okay, now there’s only one rule tonight: there are no rules!”

  The four of you clink your glasses together, while you do your best to hide an embarrassed smile on behalf of the birthday boy.

  “You bet I’m going around as your trophy wife tonight,” you whisper in Seokjin’s ear when Junho looks away.

  He whirls around to look at you, the tip of both your noses impossibly close together. He can taste the acidity of the wine when you breath out with a wicked smile. He barely has time to stop you as you peel yourself away to mingle with the crowds.

  Seokjin is about to follow you but Junho pulls him away, flamboyantly introducing his handsome best friend to a group of international models. He turns on his brightest smile, but his heart thunders in his chest at you calling yourself his wife.

... 

You twirl around in your dress, nobody noticing the small splash of champagne on the front of it in the quickly changing lights.

  “He bought this for me last week. Says it reminds him of the first night we met. Our eyes met across the waters in Tuscany where he was on a business trip. I’ll let you on a little secret, but I was his mistress for a little while.”

  Seokjin cannot make out the words you are saying to a small but growing group of people around you. He stands across from Junho, but looks over the latter’s shoulders to watch as you do another spin.

  “A little while, Charlotte? Are you still his mistress?” an older lady with an exuberant amount of jewels hanging off her body whispers with a keen interest in your expertly spun story.

  Charlotte Dior Laurent, an identity you are pretty sure is an amalgamation of French brands from the top of your mind. You continue to personify this character however.

“Don’t worry. He’s left her since. I know I know, my friends all say the same. ‘He’s already been divorced three times. How can you be sure he won’t leave you?’”

  At this point, you are in way over your head at having told this story to at least two other groups and a multitude of other renditions to whomever you have met tonight. But there is something powerful about liquid courage as it courses through your body.

  The lady lays a hand on your arm. “I don’t want your heart to break. You are still young.”

  Looking up between the heads of your audience, you catch Seokjin’s eyes. They are fiery and it sends a strange sensation up your toes to your abdomen. You give a titillating wave at him in which he does not return.

“He says I’m special and different. How can you say no to that?” you exclaim with exasperation, fully committing to the poor damsel just oh-so in love.

  There is a look of genuine concern on the lady’s face at your statement.

  Before you can dig yourself a deeper hole, you place your empty glass on the table and excuse yourself. You do not know if it’s the drinking on a relatively empty stomach or if the room is really much warmer due to the multitude of bodies, but you head out to the balcony.

  On your way out, you notice that the clock reads twenty minutes past midnight. This gives you a shock at how fast time has passed. Perhaps you should go find Seokjin if you are to get a decent amount of sleep before meeting with Taehyung and Jimin tomorrow. Speaking of Taehyung…

  You pull out your phone and see that there are two unread messages. The first is from Jimin, confirming that he is indeed invited to brunch tomorrow morning. The second is a response from Taehyung.

  11:09pm “Wow. You have me a little lost for words. I had imagined you’d look nice in the dress but… You really are beautiful.”

  Smiling, you type in your response.

  12:21am “Thanks, Tae. You’re up late.” You take a picture of the earrings Seokjin had gifted you and attach it to the message. “What do you think of these?”

Barely have you returned your phone into your bag when it buzzes again. This time you receive an attached image. Taehyung seems to be sitting in front of a monitor, as his face glows with a blue light and contorted into a pensive furrow of his brows.

  12:21am “A little different from your usual style. Are they new? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear those.”

  12:21am “Fei’s out with some friends tonight. She likes when I wait for her to come back before I sleep. To make sure she’s safe, I guess.”

  12:22am “Pooey. I should’ve brought you as my plus-one 😩. Also, Seokjin bought them for me for tonight. He says my other earrings are too gaudy.”

  12:24am “First name basis 🙃”

  12:25am “How is your night going? Having fun?”

  You are about give Taehyung a call for a detailed recounting of tonight’s escapades when someone speaks out from within the shadows.

  “A penny for your thoughts?” He walks into the moonlight. You flush, meeting the eyes of this particularly dashing gentleman, the phonecall immediately forgotten.

  Oh, Alcohol, you make even the smartest of people do dumb shit. And right now, your effects are even worse on this idiot.

  Your mouth hangs slightly open as you watch him puff out smoke from his cigar and offer it to you. He brushes up beside you, his fingers trailing up your hand which grips the balcony. You cannot seem to break away from his gaze.

  “Lung cancer has an increasing incidence rate particularly for females due to smoking. Are you sure you want to be condoning this type of behaviour?” Seokjin interjects himself between you and your Tuxedo Mask, pushing the outstretched cigar back towards its owner.

  There is a small stare down amongst the two men before the latter quietly exits the stage. Your eyes continue to linger on him even as he walks towards another female alone in the night enjoying the outdoor breeze.

  “You’ve just ruined by chance. I could have seduced then blackmailed him with the story of his illegitimate child to play Black Widow,” you whine.

  Seokjin takes the glass that had somehow magically appeared in your hand during the short walk from inside to outside on the balcony.

  “How many have you had since we came?” he asks.

  You sigh wistfully, still in your dangerous daydream. “I don’t know. I’ve lost count.” You turn your attention back to him eventually. “What are you doing here? Did you see me with him and get all jealous, hubby?” you tease.

  He scoffs, drinking from your glass and pulling a face. Once again, there is that twist and jump within his chest, but he attributes it to whatever nasty concoction he had just ingested. He pours its contents over the railing and into whatever shrubbery lies below. “You seriously went with being my trophy wife?”

  You shrug. “Of sorts. You’d better be right about people being too drunk slash not caring about me enough after tonight to remember the things I’ve said. ‘Cuz you’ve been divorced three times, had me along with another as your mistress, I think you’ve sired a few illegitimate children and all in all, a Games of Throne life. Damn, maybe I made you a little too badass.”

  “You’re having water for the rest of the night,” he says.

  You glare at him, contemplating on making a remark about his equally flushed face but decide against it. Instead, you lean onto the balcony and give a cat stretch. A large sigh escapes from you.

  Wordlessly, he shakes off his jacket and places it around your shoulder all the while averting his gaze on the unblemished skin of your upper thighs that had been exposed from your previous movement.

  Your blood feels like liquid fire coursing through your veins. Feeling overheated even in the evening breeze, you give him back his jacket. You note his reluctance to meet you even as you throw what could be a thousand dollar jacket in the air to him. “So what’s it like to live like this every day?” you say in wonder. You feel said breeze return and lean over the balcony to catch its chill.

  “Like what?” he asks. The warm summer night’s breeze blows through, settling his hair in a childish tousle.

  “Like rich,” you say. You sigh again. “Believe it or not, I’m the same age as your birthday boy best friend.

  And everything feels absolutely unreal right now. If I hadn’t agreed to come here tonight with you, I’d probably be at another dingy bar knocking back shots with my brother and friend.”

  “Are you a secret alcoholic?”

  You glare at him. “No,” you state matter-of-factly. “As I was trying to share, this type of lifestyle is something I could ever only imagine. I’m not ungrateful about spending time with them, but at the end of the night I’d go home, sweaty, drunk and gross, and then simply pass out. My bank account might be a couple hundred bucks lighter. Come Monday I’ll be working my ass off just to earn back what I had spent. Then cue the repeating cycle.”

  Resting your chin on your palm, your other hand sweeps your hair back behind your ear.

  “It’s amazing the difference a few life choices can have.”

  Seokjin remains silent beside you. Truthfully, he is at a loss of words. The moonlight plays across your face and caresses your nose down to your lips. You are arching your back once again to pull away the soreness that comes with wearing high heel the entire night. It is just a simple black dress but on you it made you look –

  “Well, you’re Mrs. Kim tonight,” he starts.

  “Charlotte Dior Laurent,” you correct him.

  He raises an eyebrow. “Okay… Ms. Charlotte Dior Laurent. Tonight you get to live like the rich, as you’ve put it. As a rich person, what would you like to do?”

  You ponder his question a few moments for the answer. “Hmm…I think I’d like to play golf. It’s a rich person’s sport. I want to play it on a private golf course, wearing cute golfing outfits and talk about million-dollar deals with a client without a care in the world. I want to order sangria by the gallon.”

  He laughs out loud. It takes a while for him to be able to speak again, but when he does you feel as if the night has been illuminated a few degrees brighter. “I personally don’t have a private golf course, but Junho does here in his backyard if you’re up for it. I can’t promise cute golfing outfits so you’ll have to do with your wine stained dress. And if you’re really up for it I can pretend to make business deals with you, that’s my job anyways.”

  You grin, taking the hand he has offered you. “Call.” The two of you shake upon his suggestion.

As he is leads you by the hand towards the dim gates of said golf course, you tug at him gently. “There’s something missing…” you say.

  He shakes his head and pulls you back in towards the party room. 

“I’ll see what they have at the bar.”

... 

As the hands of the clock continue to spin past another hour, the summer night takes a chilly turn. Seokjin has lent you his jacket but even that cannot stop your fingers from becoming numb. Your hands shake even as they tightly hold the golf club. Seokjin watches you in silence as you prepare to hit the golf ball, a beer in one hand and a few opened bottles littered on the grass beside him. The club hits the ball with a resounding “cling” but does little in propelling it a few centimeters.

  “This one doesn’t count,” you announce, “It’s too dark to see anything here.”

  Seokjin takes a swig as you readjust your position. You sway in the wind and the last tendrils of your hair come undone in its half up half down hairdo. Your hair now whips wildly around your face when another gust blows through.

  “Shit!” you exclaim, missing the ball again. “Why is golfing so hard?!”

  You throw your club down and trudge to Seokjin. The six pack the two of you had been sharing has officially been depleted. Seokjin offers you his half empty bottle. This time, you are the one watching as he goes to your spot and effortlessly swings his target into the darkness.

  He smirks from the spot.

  You grumble. “You’ve had years of practice. Not fair.”

  “You’ve got to do better than that, Mrs. Johnson,” he says, teasing you.

  Your grumble becomes more audible. You place the now empty bottle on the ground and cross your arms against your chest. Since telling him of your other American alias from tonight, he has not ceased to remind you of your strange choice of name.

  “Just so you know, Mrs. Johnson can afford both an affair and the consequential prenup,” you huff.

  “It’s still a stupid last name.”

  “It’s an American multinational corporation with an income in the billions, okay?”

  “Keep telling yourself that if it makes you sleep better at night. Now come on, I’ve got one last ball. Take a swing.”

  Groaning, you shuffle over. You wish you had not suggested golf. You had never been good at sports anyways – bad hand-eye coordination.

  He stands beside you this time, scrutinizing your every movement with hawk-like eyes. “No, not like that,” he says, “Have a wider stance and bend your knees. Better centre of gravity gives you a better swing. Also hold it with a neutral grip.”

  You readjust your positioning following his instructions.

  “Index finger down the center. Good. And three knuckles on each hand. No, that’s two. Okay your hands are just weird now. Three. I said three.”

  “Stop standing there and show me then, Mr. Know-It-All,” you say, your patience in this makeshift lesson also coming to an end.

  He walks closer to you, reaching out for the golf club. He retracts his hands in seeing that you have yet to let go. “You got to – ”

“You can touch me. I did tell you that Mrs. Johnson can afford an affair and prenup. Besides, I’m not going to be able to learn anything if I can’t even see you in this dark.”

  He comes behind you and puts a foot between yours to guide your stance. Wrapping his arms around you, he fixes the placement of your hands to grip the shaft of the club in the way he had previously instructed.

  Perhaps it is the mixture of wine, champagne and beer offered tonight, but being enveloped in the warmth of this embrace intoxicates you. The tingles that are sent down from his soft breathing on the base of your neck, make you shake like a leaf in the wind.

He inhales the sweet undertones of your perfume. The tendrils of your hair brush against his collarbone, sending a sensual kiss onto his skin. Unconsciously, he draws you closer to him, shielding you from another gust.

“Now you just want to swing,” he says, the words a mixture of a whisper and guttural grunt. His chest rumbles with it, passing the vibration through to your back.

  You remain as still as a statue and lean ever so slightly back into him until your entire backside is pressed upon him.

  You can’t stop yourself as you ask him, “Do you want to have sex with me?”

...

[mypoisonedvine]

Seeing Red | bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader (part 3)

(part 1) (part 2) 

series summary: bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself.  except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.  

word count: 3k

chapter warnings: mention of past sexual harassment, very mature karaoke (lol), mention of pornography

Day 63 and you still hadn’t talked about it.  He’d actually gotten to know you a lot better over the past two months, even almost confessing his feelings for you with that stupid half-asleep storybook thing he’d done way back when, but you still hadn’t talked about the night you saw him looking in the rearview mirror.

Tonight actually reminded him of that night; this time was a premiere, for a movie you hadn’t actually been in but apparently you were supposed to go anyways?  He didn’t get it but he figured he didn’t need to.  As long as you came back alone this time, he’d be happy.

Of course, when he saw you step out to the car to leave for the venue, he was confident that would be impossible— not that you ever looked bad on a red carpet or anything, but wow… this was different.

“It’s not too slutty, is it?” you asked him nervously, spinning around to show him the back.  Don’t look at her ass don’t look at her ass don’t look at her ass—   

“Just slutty enough,” he responded with a gloved thumbs up.

“Perfect,” you smiled, and he opened the door for you to get in the back.  He took a moment to catch his breath before circling around to the driver’s side.

You actually chatted with him on the way, which was a new thing you two had started doing when he drove you.  He looked forward to your talks a lot— especially the ones where you ranted about whatever was on your mind.  You would usually apologize for rambling but he liked it; and, you were cute when you got really worked up about something, even if he thought it was kind of trivial.

As he pulled up to the red carpet, with cameras flashing and the indistinguishable yelling of reporters and fans, you shot him a look as if you didn’t want to go.

“Everything alright?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah,” you shook your head incredulously, “I just… I wish you would’ve come and seen it.”

He recalled a few weeks back when you offered him a ticket to the premiere showing, but he’d insisted on just sticking to what he knew and letting your assistant have the spare ticket.  “I’ll catch it on Netflix,” he dismissed.

“No, I mean, I wish you were coming with me,” you explained.

Was it hot in here, all of a sudden?  Because his cheeks felt warm.  “Uh, you don’t want me in there.  I always fall asleep in theaters anyways.  Just go have fun and I’ll catch you after.”

“Okay,” you nodded with an adorable little smile.

So he waited, wondering if he should’ve taken you up on it all those weeks ago, but decided he probably made the right call.  He would just embarrass you in a place like that, more than likely, and you had enough to deal with already.  He felt more useful waiting in the wings than being in the spotlight, to use a fittingly-timed theater metaphor.

It was a few hours of him killing time in the car, but he got to relax a little more since the event already had pretty good security on its own.  You’d recommended a book called Flowers for Algernon to him, even lending him your copy for the time being, and so he leaned his seat back and picked up where he’d left off from this morning.  Of course, if he had known that you’d be gone long enough for him to finish, and that the ending was going to make him cry, he probably wouldn’t have read it.  WIth his luck, it was inevitable that he’d be all but sobbing when you texted him to pull the car around.

Wiping his tears and hoping his eyes wouldn’t be too red, he tossed the book into the glovebox and started the engine.  You waved cheerily when you saw him from the entrance, and he attempted to navigate through all the other cars pulling up so he could reach you.  Thankfully, you didn’t have a new friend with you this time— or an old friend.  Jealousy crisis averted, for now.

“How was it?” he asked with a smile as you opened the door and slipped in, unable to hide how happy he was to see you.

“The premiere itself was a lot of fun, I got to see some people I hadn’t seen in ages; the movie, though?  Sort of pretentious,” you admitted as you shut the door and he got the car moving again.  “And way too long!  I could watch movies all day, but that doesn’t mean I want to watch a movie all day!”

“Fair enough,” he laughed.

“What did you do?” you asked innocently.

“I finished your book,” he frowned, trying not to think about it so he wouldn’t get emotional again.  

“Ah, I can tell you’re still a little hurt about it,” you smiled mischievously.  “Should’ve warned you about the ending.”

“No, no,” he disagreed, “it’s not a bad ending just because it’s a sad one… it was a good book.”

You’d already been smiling, but your smile undeniably changed as he watched it in the rearview mirror.  Something softer, something more sensitive.  He liked this one better.  “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

Just in time to interrupt the moment, you saw something on the passing street outside that caught your attention.

“Ooh, karaoke!” you piped up, pressing your face against the inside of the window excitedly.  “Pull over!”

He chuckled at how easily distracted you were, but did as you’d asked.  He barely found time to slow down to a stop before you were opening the door and running out, flashing your ID to get inside.

He groaned as he realized how completely unsafe it was for you to be in a bar… especially now, when you were at your most recognizable and literally still wearing what you’d had on at the premiere.  Thankfully, he managed to pull the car around and park in the closest spot he could find, jogging to join you inside the bar and hoping you hadn’t already made too much of a scene.  His hopes were dashed the moment he pushed through the door, however.

“Is she perverted like me?  Would she go down on you in a theater?” you sang along with the grungy backing track of Alanis Morrisette’s You Oughta Know; your lips were curled into a faux snarl as you stood on stage with your heels in one hand and the microphone in the other.

Bucky’s head fell into his hands, looking around to see hundreds of bar patrons, nearly all of them with their phones out filming you.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” Bucky mumbled to himself, hoping you would somehow hear it and take his advice.  Instead, you pantomimed sucking a dick with a cute little wink and everyone cheered.  “Jesus fucking Christ.”

“And I’m here, to remind you,” you continued, jumping around wildly; you looked like you were having the time of your life, honestly.  If he wasn’t so worried about you, he would’ve let himself smile seeing you so happy.

During the bridge, you stole someone’s water off their table and poured a bit on your head, slicking your hair back and shivering from the cold.  There was something about the water dripping down your face, starting to soak your clothes and make your skin glisten...

Bucky glanced around to make sure no one was looking at him before subtly adjusting his jeans.

He watched you sing the entire song, making most of the notes and definitely capturing the anger of the original song— if clearly having a lot more fun with it than most would.  The entire bar cheered when you finished, and you took a moment to take some pictures with people and meet a few fans, which he thought was sweet even if his bodyguard instincts forced him to interrupt after a moment.

“Alright, that’s enough,” he guided you away gently.

“Goodnight!” you waved goodbye to someone who was already buried in her phone and posting the photo you’d taken with her.

“Have a good time?” he asked sarcastically as the two of you began to walk out together.

“Would’ve been better if you hadn’t been glaring at me the whole time,” you smirked.

“I wasn’t glaring, I was just… watching.  You have a good voice, you know.”

You seemed surprised by the compliment.  “Oh.  Thanks.”

“And your stage presence is certainly… energetic,” he grinned.  “I bet your little charade is already trending.”

“I checked, and it is,” you giggled, showing him your phone for a moment where Twitter was open and you were the #7 topic in the United States and climbing.  “And the part where I poured that water on myself is pretty gif-able, don’t you think?”

He raised a brow as he held the back door of the bar open as you slipped back on your heels and walked past him.  “Is that why you did it?  For the reaction?”

“I did it cause it was fun,” you corrected.  “You wouldn’t know anything about that.  And the water thing was just practical, I was getting hot in this dress.”

That didn’t seem to be a problem anymore with the way you shivered in the night air as he walked you through the parking lot.  “Want my jacket?” he offered.

“No,” you frowned, but you eyed the leather with a hungry stare.  He chuckled and took it off, draping it over your shoulders anyways.  “How far is the car?” 

“Uh, a block?  Not much parking this time of night,” he explained.

“Ugh, these heels,” you groaned, “they hurt so bad.  I don’t know if I can make it.”  You began to slip them off but he stopped you.

“You can’t go barefoot out here, god knows what’s on the ground,” he shuddered; what if there was broken glass or something?

“Well, I can’t wear these,” you frowned, “and I probably shouldn’t be walking on asphalt in red bottoms anyway…”

He probably should’ve warned you before he scooped you up into his arms, but it was sort of instinct and he kinda forgot to say anything first.  You squealed a little but then went lax in his grip.

“You’re gonna carry me the whole way?” you asked incredulously.

“It’s only a block,” he shrugged, adjusting you in his arms a bit before starting the walk. 

It got quiet after that, the cool night air rustling the trees and blowing through his hair— frankly, he was a little chilly without his jacket, but it looked better on you anyhow.  The drive home was quiet, too, or at least quieter than usual, but it didn’t feel awkward, necessarily.  It didn’t feel like a lull in the conversation; it felt more like the conversation had just changed from verbal to non-verbal.  You both looked around at the city lights surrounding you on the drive, silent because there was nothing that needed to be said.  It wasn’t nervous, or tense, or anxiety-inducing like most of his interactions with you (or with anyone) could be.

It felt like time spent with an old friend.  He hadn’t known you long enough for that to be accurate, but he was happy to think of you as a new friend.  He just hoped you thought the same.

Arriving at the house, he dropped you off at the front and watched you make a mad dash for the stairs and presumably your bedroom, smiling to himself as he parked the car and came in to follow you.  He saw his jacket tossed onto the couch and your expensive shoes discarded right by the door.  Going upstairs and peeking into your room, he saw your limp form flopped onto the bed, your back exposed from the low cut of the dress.

“You’d better not get comfortable, you’ll kill me if I let you fall asleep with all that makeup on,” he frowned, leaning against the doorway.

"I couldn't fall asleep yet, anyways.  I'm wired."

“Any plans to burn off all that energy?” he pressed.

You groaned a little as you sat up, starting to unclasp all the jewelry on your wrists, around your neck, and on your ears.  “It’ll take me a while to get out of all of this— but not as long as it took me to get into it,” you laughed.  “Then I’m thinking TV and beers.”

“Beers?” he questioned, emphasizing the plural.  “You plannin’ to get toasted right before you go to sleep?”

“No, it’s plural because there’s one beer for me and one beer for you,” you explained with the slightest air of condescension, but he couldn’t really think of it as rude since it was an invitation.

“I don’t want to intrude on your chill evening,” he refuted.

“No, really, you’re not intruding!” you insisted, standing up and setting the jewelry on a nightstand before approaching him and turning to face away from him.  “Will you unzip me please?”

He stammered a little.  “I don’t… see a zipper,” he admitted with a weak voice.

“It’s on the side here, see?” you lifted your arm a bit, and pointed to it.  

Reaching out to touch your zipper was reminiscent of that old boardgame Operation: he needed to touch the zipper and only the zipper, cause if he bumped into anything else nearby, he got the feeling he’d get zapped.

His breath caught a bit as he watched more and more of your skin become exposed, the zipper ending up so low that he could just barely see the top of something lacy around your hips— and he had to stop there because anything more could induce cardiac arrest.  

“Thanks!” you piped up happily, slipping away to your closet to do the rest in private.  “Will you get the beers while I take my makeup off?” you requested through the shut door.

“Sure,’ he replied, turning to leave but realizing he should ask first: “Shiner or Pabst?” 

“Don’t patronize me,” you grumbled, and he laughed because it was a stupid question.  Trodding downstairs, he grabbed the Shiners from the fridge, stopping to check his phone only to see that it had started to automatically send him headlines pertaining to you.

‘Touch of Blood’ star gives impromptu karaoke performance at Queens dive bar!

He laughed at the picture of you onstage, even though he thought it was kind of reductive to describe you by a movie you’d been in so long ago when you had so much great new stuff coming out.  Jumping back up the stairs, beers in hand, he found you makeup-free (aside from some leftover mascara and eyeliner that hadn’t really made it all the way off) and in a robe, laying on the bed as you pointed the remote at your TV.  He thought you looked almost more beautiful like this than you did on the red carpet; of course, objectively, everybody looks better when they’ve been painted to the point of perfection, but he liked the domesticity of this.  When you were casual and relaxed like this, he could almost, almost pretend you were his girlfriend or something.  And not, you know, a global superstar and his employer.

“Beer me,” you requested as he sat down next to you, handing you a bottle and trying to ignore the thorough view of your legs he was getting in that robe.

“Anything good on?” he prompted as he watched you scroll through the channels on the guide.

“Uh, not particularly,” you frowned.  

“They’re showing a game,” he pointed out as you passed the sports channels.

“I’d rather watch this pay-per-view porn,” you rolled your eyes.

He cleared his throat but said nothing because he was confident there was no good response to that.

“Hey, I’m in this!” you beamed, changing the channel quickly.  He nearly had a heart attack until he realized you weren’t scrolling through the porn channels anymore.

He recognized the film instantly as the one of yours that he’d seen the most, for one very embarrassing and slightly sinister reason; looking down to the corner, he saw the HBO logo and realized it wasn’t going to be edited.  His palms got a little clammy but he tried not to worry about it too much.

“Oh, this girl was super nice,” you remembered as you pointed to a character on-screen.  “She had a bigger role but most of it got edited out.”

“That must be a bummer,” he imagined.

“Eh, it happens,” you shrugged.  “Beats getting fired, or recast in the sequel.”

“Have you ever been fired during filming?” he pressed, morbidly curious.

“Once,” you nodded.  “We were only a few days into it so they had no trouble finding somebody new and redoing my scenes.  Just think: I could’ve been a Bond girl if I’d slept with that producer.”

“You— what?!” he squawked.  “You got fired because you wouldn’t have sex with a film exec?”

“I got fired because of ‘creative differences,’” you explained with exaggerated air quotes, “and, unrelatedly, those creative differences surfaced the morning after I refused to get down and dirty with the EP.”

“Jesus,” he shook his head, “that’s… I hope you told someone.”

“Yeah, anonymously.  Somebody will care someday, but not yet.  He’s still too profitable, and not enough people have come forward.”

He glanced over at you, admiring your profile as you kept your eyes on the TV and took a sip of your beer.  When you turned your head and looked back at him, he realized he’d been staring a bit too long.

“What?” you asked, quirking your brow a bit. 

“What?” he repeated.

“You’re staring at me,” you frowned.

“Sorry, I was just… sorry,” he shook his head and looked back ahead.  What he found there wasn’t much less embarrassing, though: he knew all too well that this was the scene right before THE scene.  The scene he’d watched over and over until his arousal overpowered his shame.  The scene that he’d used to try to satisfy his crush on you, but it only made it worse.  The scene that had burrowed into his mind and deepened his obsession even as he fought it with everything he had…

You know, that scene.  And he was about to watch it with you.  

Bucky was completely, entirely, and supremely fucked.

[blufox234isadumbname]

dream (XD, maybe?) visits fundy in his dreams. it's the only thing making them bearable, and keeping him sane

:)

Nobody [inspired by a mitski song]

Many make mistakes, Fundy was one of them. He just wanted to make sure Yoghurt was safe that night, what with more mobs emerging from the south. He just wanted to tuck his kid and make sure he slept better than him. With kiddish purrs becoming white noise, he should've stopped himself when he felt his lids flutter, when his bed dipped and he saw the house go black.

The fox-hybrid opened his eyes, already letting the horror sink in before opening the damn door. It was all over again, he thought he was getting better. No. He was a fool, still a foolish fox. Yoghurt was no longer by his side, and he already started to feel sweltering heat entering the home. Fundy's heart already ached, already sore. His breaths were heavy, weighted over him as he laid in the dreaded empty bed. Tears were beginning to form but he blinked and rubbed them harshly away. Just close your eyes, he thought. But he knew better, wishes could never be reality. He just wanted it to be over, so he had to do it himself. Fundy always had to do everything himself anyways, this was no different.

He got up and readjusted his black breton cap. Steady and stalwart, steps crept towards and stopped in front of the door. Twisting the knob, a final breath was heaved before the same scenery greeted the displeasured fox. He became familiar with the barren land, covered by only hot dry sand and tall cacti. The winds seemed to be strong that dream, dust clouds were choking the poor dreamer. He closed the door behind him, noticing his red tail hung low. First thing was first, he left the area of his house to find anything out of place. It was instinct to try and spot something that stuck out like a sore thumb, besides his little spruce wood cottage.

Fundy sank his naked feet into the sand, burning his padded paws. He trudged along in a random direction, which was wherever the barest clouds were drifting opposite from. That's all he did for a couple of minutes, maybe more than half an hour to him. Prime, he hated how the sun was bright, how the sunshine was a glaring spot above him. He hated to stare at the dull sky for any second longer. He hated winds dusting the sand into his eyes. All of it was n eyesore, metaphorically and litterally.

He just continued onward, awaiting any subtle and not-so-subtle ghostly remnants of his history coming back to haunt. To be reminded of why his life sucked, that was surely fun, right? He wanted a break, a detour from the disaster that was him. For not the first time, he wanted to be elsewhere. Not just in the dream but in reality. Yes, Las Nevadas was the haven he wanted it to be. But that came with the cost of having his dreadfully undead father closer to him. As if he wanted a chance to be mocked and haunted. Even more so, Tubbo and Ranboo causing a commotion with Quackity already had set him at unease. Threats towards a nation he called a home, a lovely return to the cycle. Like dirty water from the sea to acid rain in the clouds, it's become the same horrid cycle.

Speaking of clouds, the fox-hybrid looked up. The smallest gathering of clouds became a crowd of them all across a brighter baby blue canvas. The yucky yellow sand turned a grassier green. If he squinted, he could maybe see the blooms of other than cactus flowers. Finally, a reason for the feet under him to pick up their pace. Fundy kept running towards the green, faster and faster as he could taste them with his fingers. As soon as he was near enough, he dived right into the fresh field. A little mistake, per usual, as he began rolling down a knoll all of a sudden. Through the short wild grass into a taller field of lavender and peonies, the fox finally took a deep breath. A clean and relaxed breath-

"Hello, Fundy."

- before it hitched.

Fundy lifted his head up above the flowers to spot a cleared spot. In the patch of cornflowers and poppies, a naked area of just grass lay, with a figure. He knew it well, with the dirty blonde hair - though he never remembered it being at scruffy and shoulder length - and deadly smile-painted mask adorned. In a lime, white and black letterman jacket over a starkingly orange jumpsuit. He knew that man well, even by the soft humming. The blank eyes of the mask and the man behind to stared at the fox-hybrid. If it weren't a nightmare yet, Fundy figured it just started.

"How are you here?" The hoodied man asked

"Don't...don't even talk to me..." The overcoated fox snarled with teeth bared and tail puffed.

Dream huffed, toying with something in his hands.

"I just asked. The dreamscape is not normally so free reign. For you, you're the least I expected to be able to cross barriers of mind."

"What the fuck are you talking about. Why are you here? What, to haunt me? To mock me? To tell me I'm useless?"

"...To make flower crowns"

He held up said piece of rope strung with flower blooms. His was a cornflower and daisy crown.

"That...that's it?"

"Can you control your dreams?"

"That...it's none of your business, Dream."

"I'm assuming no. But you are willingly seeing me. So in that case, I suppose I can tell you. You know I was imprisoned, in that big ol' prison? Anyway, a being gave me a wish, or rather a gift. I could control my own dreams, I could lucid dream whenever I wanted to. So I could stay in prison while still feeling the grassy field. So I'm here."

"You don't...get nightmares? NOS Cary reminders of your past? Nothing scary?" *And while I do?*, Fundy doesn't add on. Dream pauses for a break. before he answers

"How could I? I control every aspect of my dream. Though you are certainly not part of it. I appreciate the company, kinda? But I'd rather not keep it. It's be nice if I just asked that dream being to remove you-"

"NO!"

"Excuse me?"

"P-Please...I-I don't wanna go back..."

He hated how his voice became frail at the drop of a hat, how his ears flattens and how shaky his hands became. Already begging to a tyrant, the same one who's destroyed everything in his life. What Fundy had begged was true, however, he didn't not want to go back to nightmares. This was the only time the dreams felt good. Albeit muddled by a lime menace, it was better than the frightening things ahead did him. The fox heard the man sigh.

"Sure, sure you can stay."

"Thank you..."

Fundy sat down in front of Dream, criss-cross legged. And the two were silent. The dreamer kept weaving in the flowers in the rope while the intruder simply watched. His clawed hands picked at the grass blades. Admittedly he enjoyed the scenery, if it weren't for the horror of a man in front of him. He noticed the excess rope tossed aside and something in Fundy urged him to use it too. He could tell eyes were on him again even from behind the unmoving mask.

"Yes, you can make flower crowns too. You know how to make one?"

"Y-yeah. Niki taught me how to make one with rope. I made hers with alliums. She gave me one made out to tulips" Fundy chuckled at the memory fondly.

Dream paid no mind just gave Fundy the extra rope and returned to his own project. After that, the quietness continued for much longer. But Fundy was never a fan of long silences.

"...Why a field? Out of flowers? I didn't know you were into this kind of stuff."

Dream paused for a minute, seemingly deliberating. He room a breath and spoke;

"It's just me wanting to relive old memories. Before settling in the SMP, me and George went to a flower field. We just spent half the say there doing jack all."

"It's always George is it?"

"... he's my friend. I'd do anything for him."

"Even terrorising a nation? Even threatening a kid? Even dethroning him?"

"..."

The silence spoke volumes. Fundy knew he overstepped, but it was hard for him to be sympathetic over it. He swore the surroundings looked dimmer for a second.

"I miss him. I'm no longer allowed visitors and even then, he never came by to visit."

"Who did?"

"Sapnap. Bad. Tommy, surely you know. Then Technoblade."

"Wait Techno visited you?"

"Less visit and more just made a new space in my jail cell. It's like a vacation to him. I'm not mad but...I like here better anyway."

"What's it like? In the jail cell."

"Tight. Closed. Hot. And I mean scorching. It's surrounded by lava. Barely much room to move around, not much there. I do have books to write in but so far I have started writing none."

"Someone hasn't been productive, I see?"

"I liked to write stuff. Just random things. But in a cramped space...I can't. I see why people are claustrophobic. It's feel like hell in there...for more than just the lava."

Fundy started to feel a twinge of a heat wave on his back as he stuck a flower into the rope. It died down shortly after.

"Since you're asking me questions. It should be fair I ask you."

"That's...yeah, that's fair."

"What were you doing, before you slept?"

"In bed. Just...alone in my cottage. Far away with no one else." Fundy lied, no matter the somewhat friendly tone, he wasn't ever going to risk Yoghurt.

"I thought you had Eret? Or Niki? I thought maybe you guys stay in at Least a neighbourhood."

"I...I haven't spoken to either in so long. I think they forgot about me. That's...fair"

"Hmm..."

Before I slept I was just building m stuff in Las Nevadas. It's...it's a thing Quackity built. I can't say more than that-"

A roar of something, not too loud but enough to be noticeable, came through. It spooked Fundy well enough.

"Dream what-"

"Let's...not talk about that."

"Well, what else is there to talk about me? I have nothing else. That...that palace is all I got going for me honestly."

"I thought you had more."

"No. After L'manburg, all of it gone, I don't have much else. By who, I wonder?I didn't care, that was fine by me until I did something different. I'm making sure I have a place, at least."

"Like a house?"

Fundy twisted the stalk gently, silently.

"Like a place of belonging. Where I can be remembered and people know where I am."

"I get that..."

"Of course you do, you tyrant. Your name is sure to be famous."

"Not the being remembered part. The belonging part."

The clouds seemed heavier at that moment.

"Find it hard to believe coming from the same guy that he cares for no one but a kid's discs."

"I know what I said, Fundy. But I don't care about the discs. I care about having control. Having everything in my hands. To take strings of the marionette and play them by my fingers. That's what I aim for, not just useless material discs."

"What does this have to do with belonging?"

The roar came back, a roar of thunder.

"The puppet master is not a puppet. He cannot be a puppet. When the puppets go free, he is left for dead..."

Dream's scarred hands clutch the half done green tulip crown. Down a drop goes from the petal. Then another, then another. Fundy looks up, to see the trickles. Down the drops of precipitation go to his face. Fundy's chest felt heavy, clebtched by something in a grip. He saw Dream looking up as well. From the angle he could partially see the bottom features under the mask. A pursed mouth with scars on his lips. Dottings of freckles across his cheeks. Streaks of not raindrops reaching down his chin. He heard the hiccups, the struggle to compose oneself. He knew that too well. Fundy found the part to care about as he stroked Dream's forearm carefully.

"I-I'm sorry, It's...I-I'm never like this. I'll just change-" the masked man's voice was breakable, cusp of falling apart.

"No. I like the rain."

Dream looked back to Fundy. It was true, the fox-hybrid liked rain. He used to play in the puddles as it drizzled even into adulthood, before more important things occupied his time. Like getting weapons for war or spying on a president. Fundy had on a solemn smile, a weak one in the likeable weather. His hair and fur became bristled whislt his tail wrapped unconsciously around him.

"I feel alone too. Everyone has left me

The people that I care about always hate me or leave. They leave me frightened in a place where everything so to survive. I'm barely staying alive as is. I don't have anyone."

"I don't have anyone either. I'm heartless, I pushed them away. Techno is with me, yeah. But what happens then? I'm too scared to find out. All I want is to just be free..."

Fundy laughed a bit. He tossed aside the half-effort flower crown and stood up. He opened his arms wide, further than his shoulders. He kept laughing, giggling, wheezing over. He raked a hand through ginger and snow white locks of his, knocking back his black breton cap.

"What's so funny?"

"Well, one, it's already crazy you're telling me all of this. This all feels like stuff you'd suppressed hard. Even in your dreams. And secondly...god, I wish we talked more sooner."

"What?"

"You and me, both alone in this world. We're unlovable. Reckless bastards we are. I'm not the worst like you but by Prime, I'm just as lonely as you. I can't excuse reving Wilbur and the 16th...but maybe we could've been friends."

He knew dream was smiling, not from the mask but from the small line of daylight peeking through the clouds.

"Fundy, I could never be friends with you. I'd push you away too."

"Then don't push me away now. I'm desperate, man."

"...I wouldn't."

Fundy smiled a glint of the sun right back at Dream. For once in a dream, he was at ease. The pouring rain slowed s little down to a drizzle, enough fro him to avoid smelling of dog water. The clouds journeyed away from the meadow, and let the sun's smile through. He loved the rays of sunshine gracing his face above him. He loved he could stare at the cloud-scattered sky for almost hours. He loved the winnow through the grass that made them dance. He loved it there.

"Sorry about the rain. In my dreams, I rarely can talk to anyone. And techno is not exactly the most relatable with what I have. Outside, I keep it in. But where I am, where we are, is inside me already."

"Fun to know this is the inner machinations of the terror Dream."

"Hehehah"

"...I probably won't remember this happend. When I wake I won't have a clear thought of events. Just so you'd know."

"It's fine. I knew you wouldn't anyway. That's why I let most of it out. That and because, I feel like I can trust you. I can't leave my cell but maybe someday I'll find you again. And maybe-"

A click from behind Dream's head could be heard. He moved his hand latched onto the mask and pulled it down. There he was, gentle scarred smile with even gentler eyes, covered by dirty blonde turning silver white to the tips. Irises coloured almost like emerald and aqua ender eyes looked back to the fox. Finally, his black tipped ears lifted and twitched, and his tail was wagging slightly.

"-we could be alone together again?"

Fundy's heart ached, sore already.

"I'd like to. For now, let's just depend on dreams."

"I can work with that."

Dream tossed his mask aside, uncaring and apathetic to the piece of porcelain disguise. He gently pushed Fundy by the tip of his finger, to which the former feign to be toppled. He fell in the middle of the tall peonies and lavenders and tulips. Dream joined a second after, right next to Fundy. Bliss, this is what he Fundy would call it. He felt less tensed, less mangled on fear. He had spent sleeping hours just shaken, because his fears conquered him alone. Taunting him because he was alone. Preyed on every part of him alone. But now he had a chance, to dwell int eh shrot grass, be crowned royalty in a field of flowers and feel less on his own. Fundy closed his eyes, as the smell of morning dew hit him.

And he woke up, lied curled up next to Yoghurt. And with a flower in his palm. A rose. He already wants to sleep, no matter the chance of being in the desert again. He wants to see the sunshine in the field of flowers more than anything.

[songsoomin]

Fallen

Word count: 11.5K (sorry got a bit longer than planned)

Angel!Mingi x Female Demon!Reader, feat Demon!Seongjoong, Demon!San, Angel!Yunho, Angel!Yeosang. Mingi goes hard dom.

Warnings: Corruption kink, degradation, domination, cum play, unprotected vaginal penetration, oral sex (m receiving), masturbation (m) brief mention of bdsm and choking, brief mention of threesome, brief mention of crime (theft, fighting)

Posted: 15th June 2020

"I'm so fucking bored!" You shouted into the pillow, kicking your legs against the bed like a child.

"Why don't you go to the human world and make some excitement, then?" Hongjoong suggested.

"Oh, they're all boring, too." You complained, not bothering to lift your head from the pillow, "They're just so easy to corrupt. There's no challenge most of the time."

"Well, they will be easy if you keep hanging around in the shady areas where most of them are one bad decision away from being criminals anyway." Seonghwa countered, "You need to go to the better areas where people aren't desperate enough to give in to your...temptations."

As Seonghwa said that he ran his fingers lightly up your bare inner thigh towards your sensitive core, making you shiver. You'd already spent the best part of the day in bed with him and Hongjoong and were far too over-sensitive to go for another round. It passed the time, though.

That's not to say you only did it to pass the time; they were both amazing in bed - as one would expect from demons, it came with the territory. You all had to be tempting and be able to back up that temptation with amazing skill - what better to corrupt innocent little humans. Not that sex was necessary to corrupt them but it certainly made it more entertaining when you found a particularly attractive one. The physical contact from sex with humans also helped deteriorate their mental state quicker, your aura surrounding them like a beautiful yet suffocating fog, leaving them more vulnerable to suggestion. It wasn't just a job, you all liked to have fun with it, too.

Pushing Seonghwa's hand away you dragged yourself up off the bed and got dressed. Black was generally the dress code down here but sometimes you added a splash of red as it made you look all the more sinful. Add to that the dark make up and you looked like a bad idea brought to life. You had wings, of course, but they weren't always visible. Down in the lower realm they were always there, a beautiful shiny black cascade of feathers but when you entered the human world they weren't visible to anyone else but your kind.

The angels could see them, too. The deep black being a stark warning to stay away from you because it was much more fun to mess with them than it was the humans. Angels were the only ones who presented a real challenge because after all these years you'd been doing it, humans were just too easy.

Angels had orders, people they had to keep watch over, to save - mostly from your kind. Demons, however, only had one order...cause as much havoc and corruption as you can - otherwise do whatever the Hell you want.

"I guess I'll go and misbehave, then." You said as you threw a glance back at your two best fuck buddies, "You coming?"

"Nah," Hongjoong said giving Seonghwa a cheeky look "we're not done yet."

"Okay, have fun boys!" You walked away laughing to yourself; those two together really were a beautiful sight to watch but you wanted something new to excite you today.

                                                   ********

"Just take it." You whispered discreetly to the man in front of you. He couldn't see you or consciously hear your voice but his sub-conscious was getting the message. You were in a high end department store, following a man trying to find a gift for his girlfriend. He was looking at a bag he knew she wanted but he couldn't afford to get.

"If you're fast no one will even know." It wasn't actually necessary for the humans to be able to see you for you to corrupt them. You could talk to their sub-conscious like the metaphorical little devil on their shoulder. You only let them see you if you wanted them to.

Seonghwa was right, in these posher areas where people weren't in such desperate situations, they weren't quite as ready to break the law and corrupting them took a little more persuasion. It was still too easy, though.

"The guard isn't looking, hide it in your coat and walk out. Imagine how happy your girlfriend will be on her birthday." That was all it took for the man to do exactly as you said. Humans were so stupid - he hadn't even considered the security tag. You sat smugly on one of the plush chairs in the store, watching for the moment he would set off the alarms and the security guards would step in. It was quite satisfying because, as a supernatural creature, you had the gift of foreseeing what would happen if they listened to you. In this case you knew the man was going to be arrested and completely ruin his girlfriend's birthday. She would leave him and then, in his despair, he would be even easier to lead down the wrong path.

Quite satisfying but you'd still not had to try very hard. As the commotion unfolded in front of you, you considered if these areas were better than the run-down parts of town. Sure you'd had to work a little harder but the lengths they'd go to weren't as extreme. In the dodgy areas you could find any low-life and because they were already on the wrong side of the law you could make them do some really bad shit. Maybe that's why Hwa told you to come here - it was only theft today but if you kept working on this guy, you could really mess him up. Maybe that would be more fun than the instant gratification you found with the low-lives.

A few days later you were sitting in a bar next to the guy from the department store - although he didn't know that. He was drowning his sorrows, his girlfriend had left him as she didn't want a thief for a boyfriend and the embarrassment of it was too much for her. The guy was bitterly complaining to the bartender, who just listened patiently, although you knew what he was thinking and it wasn't pity for the guy.

As he got increasingly drunk, you sucked on a cherry-flavoured lollipop and quietly listened for details of his life that you could use to fuck it up even more. Alcohol had no effect on demons so there was no point in you drinking. His name was Kwangsoo or something - not that you cared. You were more interested in the difficulties in his life that you could use against him and his weaknesses that you could exploit. You weren't getting much tonight as he just kept on whining about his stupid girlfriend so it seemed like you'd have more work ahead of you.

Eventually, Kwangsoo was asked to leave the bar when the bartender had decided he'd had enough to drink.

"Refuse." You whispered in his ear and the guy looked up at the bartender and started shouting about how he would decide when he'd had enough. It didn't get him far as the bartender simply beckoned security over to throw him out.

"Don't let them do this to you. Who are they to tell you where you can be?" Drunk humans were even easier to control and he promptly started trying to fight his way out of the security guards' hold. He got one arm free and threw a punch at one of the security guards while you watched on in amusement. The bartender called the police as security managed to get the drunk guy on the floor, while you kept whispering to him to fight on. As the police dragged a screaming Kwangsoo away you laughed to yourself, it was yet another fall on the way to rock bottom for him.

You felt the unpleasant shiver down your spine before you noticed the new addition to the police cell you and Kwangsoo were currently occupying. Looking up you saw an angel appear and look at you with caution before looking over to Kwangsoo. You felt the shiver anytime an angel came within your vicinity and you imagined they probably felt something similar as they always looked immediately at you before the human they were assigned to.

"What the Hell?" Kwangsoo shouted, started.

"I'd prefer if you didn't say that word." The angel said, smiling. His voice was deep and there was something about it you liked. It wasn't soft like the others' voices that you'd heard, theirs usually rang out beautifully, like a song.

"What? Hell?"

"Yeah, that one. It's not a nice place, you wouldn't want to go there. Which is why I'm here. You've been making some bad choices lately - I think I know why..." He briefly looked over to you again as he spoke and you simply smirked back at him. "...but I'm here to set you back on the right path."

"Who - or what - are you? And how did you get in here?" Kwangsoo wondered aloud.

"My name is Mingi. I'm an angel."

"Bullshit."

Mingi sighed, disbelief was quite normal to him. "Did you or did you not just see me appear out of thin air, big white wings and shining aura?"

Kwangsoo looked over him skeptically but couldn't deny what he saw - even if he was still somewhat drunk. "I guess..."

"Then we're good. I'm an angel and I'm here to help get you back on the straight and narrow."

As the angel talked with Kwangsoo, you sat watching and listening. The angel wasn't quite like the ones you'd seen before. The make ones you'd seen tended to be a little more on the feminine-looking side - not that they looked like girls but they usually had softer, more slender features and bodies. This one was big. Tall, broad shoulders, nice thick thighs and more masculine features but he was still stunningly beautiful like all the rest. Demons, of course, were all stunningly beautiful, too, given that they were, in essence, just fallen angels but their beauty didn't seem so pure. There was almost a dirtiness to it - like it was tainted. You guessed that wasn't really a bad description of it - you were tainted, after all.

Actually you were surprised that they hadn't sent a female angel to this man like they normally did. A practice they employed as human males were much more likely to pay attention to a beautiful woman - males were such simple creatures. Mind you, the human women were no better with the beautiful men assigned to them.

While your mind was wandering, Mingi and Kwangsoo had finished talking and you just caught Angel Boy saying goodbye and promising to return soon. He didn't leave, though, he just vanished from Kwangsoo's sight and came towards you. He approached with caution, not getting too close because all angels were warned to stay away from demons. Demons were risky to be around because angels were fair and full of goodness but demons didn't play fair. They liked to mess with the angels and didn't feel the least bit bad about doing so. Despite how good angels were they weren't entirely immune to tempation so it wasn't unknown for angels to be turned. It was the ultimate challenge for a demon. Maybe this was the new excitement you'd been craving so badly.

"I'd like you to stay away from Kwangsoo now." Angel Boy spoke, his voice giving away just how apprehensive he was talking to you. "You've had some fun with him but, please, leave him alone and let me help him."

You giggled in surprised - you'd never had one of them ask you such a thing. Normally they ignored you as they were instructed. Did this one really think there was any good in you that you'd be nice and listen to him? You cocked your head, looking directly at him but didn't say anything yet. You'd rather let the silence hang for a moment to make it more uncomfortable for him - and it looked to be working. He couldn't manage to hold eye contact with you and cleared his throat nervously, probably wondering if engaging you directly was really the best idea.

As you rose from the bench slowly Mingi looked you up and down - anything to avoid eye contact but maybe that wasn't a great idea either. You watched as his eyes widened slightly as he took in your leather pants and chunky-heeled biker boots, then finally reaching your tight black top which showed a nice amount of cleavage. Feeling too uncomfortable with that he quickly looked away but, unfortunately for him, his eyes settled on your mouth just as you were slowly sliding the cherry lollipop out from between your lips. You smirked at him again as you saw his tongue poke out to lick at his own plump lips. This was going to be fun.

"I guess I could leave Kwangsoo alone...he wasn't much fun anyway." You said   thoughtfully.

"T-thank you?" Cute. He said it like a question, as if he wasn't quite sure what was going on.

"I think I'm going to find you much more entertaining anyway." Looking straight into his deep brown eyes, you lifted you hand to smear the sticky lollipop across Mingi's bottom lip, all while he stood frozen to the spot and unable to move.

As you started to phase out of there you saw those beautiful eyes close and his shoulders slump as he let out the breath he'd been holding all that time.

                                                    ********

"Yunho!" Mingi shouted urgently, running into his best friend's room, "Yunho, I need help!"

"What's wrong?" Yunho asked, startled at the commotion.

"A demon. There's a demon around my charge." Mingi said, as if that expalined it all.

Yunho's brows furrowed in confusion, "But...there always are. What's the problem?"

"I spoke to her." Mingi groaned as Yunho's eyes widened.

"Why on Earth would you do that? You know better than to engage with them!"

"I know! I don't know what came over me. She didn't look as evil as the others so I tried asking her to leave Kwangsoo alone."

"And?" The tall blonde angel asked, curious.

"She said she'd leave him alone....because she'd have much more fun with me." Mingi hung his head, with not a single clue as to how to handle this.

"Oh no. You're such an idiot. You know you can never tell how bad they are just by their appearance. They are masters of deception. And now you've taken her interest."

Mingi groaned in frustration again, "I know it was stupid but what do I do now?"

The blonde thought for a moment but came up with nothing, "I've never been stupid enough to talk to one so I don't know. We should find Yeosang. Maybe he'll know."

                                                   ********

Mingi took a deep breath as he prepared to appear in Kwangsoo's apartment, hoping you wouldn't be there. Yeosang had given some advice but not before telling Mingi just how stupid he was to have even looked your way, let alone spoken to you.

He had two choices on how to proceed. One, he could stop helping Kwangsoo  and have him assigned to another angel. That didn't sit well with Mingi; he had made a promise to help and he didn't want to neglect it. Two, he could carry on with his mission and try his best to ignore you completely. Don't look at you, don't acknowledge you and definitely don't talk to you. Mingi just hoped it would be that easy. Problem was, that as soon as he appeared anywhere near your kind, he got the same uneasy feeling that you did when being near one of his kind and it was pure instinct to look for the source of it. Which he did and, upon locking eyes with you, saw you smirk at him causing him to get flustered immediately. This wasn't going to be as easy as he'd hoped.

As soon as you felt that uneasy feeling telling you an angel was near you perked up, hoping it would be Mingi again - a hope that was rewarded as the beautiful, sandy-haired man appeared in front of you. He really was stunning, you couldn't deny it. His dark eyes met yours briefly with a look of...fear, perhaps? You knew he would at least be nervous to be around you as there wasn't much he could do if you decided to play with him. Angels and demons didn't really have powers and, therefore, couldn't affect each other. It was bad for him because he couldn't just get rid of you to make his job easier and basically meant that if he didn't like what you were doing his only choice was to put up with it or leave but also good for him in that he didn't have to worry about you being able to hurt him in any way. It was a leveller between your two kinds to stop all out war from ensuing and the human realm being destroyed in the crossfire.

When it came to doing your jobs, success depended on who was stronger and the human in question's will. Would they let tempation overtake them or was there enough good in them to take the path of the angels? It seemed that the more good the angel had done the stronger their influence became and, of course, the more chaos the demon had caused the stronger theirs became. The vibes you were getting from this particular angel made you think you were about evenly matched.

As Mingi counselled Kwangsoo you simply sat and watched - after all you did imply you'd leave the human alone. You couldn't fully stick to that, though, because if you stopped messing with the human then the angel would win and have no reason to keep coming back and the last thing you wanted to do was lose your new toy. No...you'd have to mess with him just enough to not make it look like Kwangsoo's soul was un-winable, otherwise Mingi might give up and you might never see him again. For now your mere presence was enough because the longer a human was subjected to it, the more your aura infected their mind and body. Of course, if Mingi spent as much time with the human as you did his aura might just be more powerful and be able to offset the damage to his soul that you were doing but you were pretty sure that Mingi wouldn't be able to stay with him for too long if you were around - the poor thing was too frightened of you.

As you watched you decided it was time to make things a little more interesting. You silently stood and made your way over to the angel, leaning in close to his ear and breathing gently,

"It really is so intriguing to watch you work."

Mingi jumped, having not felt your approach as he was so wrapped up in his counselling.

"Are you okay?" Kwangsoo asked, looking around for what had caused Mingi to jolt like that.

"I'm fine." He said, trying his best to appear calm, "I'm just sensitive to the darker energy in the room."

You giggled and took a seat beside Kwangsoo on the couch, looking across him directly at Mingi, who was on the armchair. You sat with your elbow on the arm of the couch, resting your chin in your palm and your little finger caught between your teeth as you looked at Mingi with hooded lids. You never stopped looking at him but every now and then, ran your little finger over your bottom lip and licked at it gently with your sinful tongue. You could see how Mingi's eyes kept darting to your lips, despite his better judgement, and you took delight in the way you were obviously affecting him.

Mingi shifted uncomfortably under your gaze and, as it all became too much for him, he abruptly ended his conversation with Kwangsoo.

"I'm sorry need to go for now...but I'll be back again soon, I promise."

"Thank you, Mingi. I really appreciate what you're doing for me."

Mingi gave him a small smile, probably feeling guilty because he was cutting short their time together, making you smile in satisfaction - this was your time now. As he started to phase out of human sight you moved at lightning speed to grab him and stop him from getting away entirely. He fought against you at first, trying to break free because you both knew full well he couldn't return to the upper realm with you hanging off him. He gave up after a few moments and let you hold him there in the human's apartment, caged against the wall by your midnight black wings.

You leaned in close to his neck, taking in the beautiful scent of him, almost touching him but just shy of doing so.

"Mmmm, you smell so delicious...it makes me want to taste you so badly."

You ghosted your lips over his soft skin, making him shiver in response. He seemed to have lost the ability to speak temporarily and made no move to get away, frozen like a deer in headlights.

You took advantage of his frozen state and moved your hand to his chest, stroking down slowly until you reached the waistband of his trousers.

"I know there's a part of you that would like to taste me, too - just to see if it's as good as you've heard." You tip-toed up so your mouth was against Mingi's ear as you whispered, "It is."

He was almost shaking now so you decided he'd had enough for today and left him with one last reminder of you to play on his mind. Staying up on your tip-toes you brushed your lips against his, adding a little lick across his bottom lip for good measure.

"I'll see you soon, Angel Boy." You laughed and phased out back to the lower realm, extremely satisfied with yourself. You'd affected him so much that he couldn't complete his job, running out on the human and you knew that would be what hurt him the most. You didn't just want to corrupt him...you wanted to break him first.

                                                   ********

"We haven't seen you much lately. I take it you found something to occupy you?" Seonghwa wondered, brushing his black hair out of his eyes.

"Hmm, yes. A delightfully innocent angel that came to help the human I was trying to corrupt. The boy even had the balls to ask me to leave the human alone, if can you believe it?"

"Wow." Hongjoong replied, "He must either be very new or very stupid."

"Stupid enough to believe she has a good side he could appeal to." Seonghwa snorted.

"He's not quite like the others I've encountered." You mused as you ran your hands through Hongjoong's platinum hair, the man kissing down your neck as you fucked yourself on his hard cock. "He's...stunning, to be honest. Much more manly than the others but still just as innocent. I can't wait to ruin him and be bouncing on his cock instead."

Hongjoong slapped your behind hard, making you cry out in pain, "Hey! If you keep thinking about other men while I'm fucking your tight little cunt, I'll have to punish you properly."

"Ooh, is that a promise?" You teased, "His build is quite a bit bigger than yours...I'll bet his cock is much more impressive, too."

Hongjoong grabbed you by your neck, squeezing as he flipped you onto your back, "You're going to regret that, Slut. Seonghwa...get me the chains."

"Whips, too?" The taller demon asked as he climbed off the bed, a devious look on his face.

"Oh, I think so." He replied as he rammed back into you hard.

                                                    ********

As Mingi laid alone in his room back in the upper realm he kept replaying the scene over and over again in his mind. It hadn't quite been a kiss but he could still feel the way your soft lips brushed against his and how your hot tongue ever-so-lightly traced over his plump bottom lip. As he remembered it a strange feeling formed in the pit of his stomach and he felt a tingling sensation down below. He slowly moved his hand down to that area and gently felt it over his pants, pulling his hand back in surprise when the feeling intensified. He timidly felt the area again, noting that it seemed a little...firmer than usual. Bigger, too. He knew humans did something with this area but he didn't quite know what. Was this what humans felt when they did whatever they did? And why would he be feeling like that?

He wasn't one hundred percent sure he knew what these feelings were but he did know they felt wrong to him. Forbidden. He shouldn't be feeling this way. Yet, despite this knowledge, why couldn't he stop thinking about it? He tried to fight the feelings - without much luck.

Mingi hadn't told Yunho what had happened last time he saw you. He couldn't bring himself to admit the situation he had allowed himself to get into. What would he say to Yunho when he asked him why he didn't push you away? Angels may not have powers against demons but he could've fought harder...used physical force to get away from you so he could escape back home. It was allowed if to protect himself. The reason he didn't know what to tell his best friend, was that he didn't know himself, why he hadn't done so.

However, despite his attempts to keep this latest encounter secret, Yunho could tell something was wrong. If not simply because of Mingi's strange behaviour, he could definitely tell when he saw a single white feather fall from one of Mingi's luminescent wings as he walked away, after insisting everything was fine. Angels don't shed their feathers...

                                                   ********

Soon enough you were aching to get back to Kwangsoo, after all, you had to keep your new plaything coming back. You hopped out of Hongjoong's bed- somewhat sore after the wonderful punishment he visited upon you - and dressed to look as tempting as possible. All black, as usual, but deciding that a very short dress that showed your figure at it's best ought to do it. You opted to go barefoot because it usually gave a girl a hint of youth and innocence so you knew it would be a jarring contrast to your sinful aura in Mingi's mind.

"Hey, are you going back to the human world again?"

"Yep." You replied to Seonghwa lightly. "Gotta go work on Angel Boy some more."

"Maybe we can come and help. Make ruining him more fun."

"No!" The denial was blurted out before you even registered thinking it and Seonghwa raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. while Hongjoongs head snapped up in curiosity.

"I...I just think that I can work him better alone. I don't want to scare him away by bringing you two along - you're hardly gentle, are you?."

The two demon boys looked doubtful but let it go.

"You'd better share once you've broken him." Seonghwa said with a hint of disappointment in his tone.

"Uh...yeah, sure." They looked a little more satisfied but must've noticed the hesitancy in your answer. They probably just thought that you wanted to keep all the fun to yourself and that's exactly what you were telling yourself, too. There was no other possible reason for you not wanting them anywhere near him.

                                                      ********

You lounged around Kwangsoo's apartment, bored and waiting for your angel to show up again. You knew he'd have to come to the apartment as he couldn't risk popping up out of nowhere at the human's workplace. He may be able to hide his wings but he couldn't get rid of the luminescent aura that surrounded him.

The time was ticking away and it worried you that you may have scared him off already. Disappointment flooded you at the thought but you told yourself it was just because you might lose your new toy. Just as you were starting to lose hope you felt the telltale shiver up your spine that signalled his presence and shot up from the couch. He appeared right in front of you, clearly startled by your immediate proximity. You smiled sweetly at him - too sweetly to match the aura you gave off.

"You kept me waiting so long today. It's mean of you." You pouted up at him while he looked around uncomfortably, not able to meet your eyes.

As Kwangsoo clearly wasn't in the room, Mingi altered his presence so that only you could see and hear him - the last thing he wanted was for the human to hear him talking to you and find out there was a demon hanging around him. He had to keep your interaction with his charge as limited as possible.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked, a pained expression on his face, "Please just stop being interested in me."

"Hmmm," You looked thoughtful for a moment but soon turned your sweet smile back on him and his face fell, "I don't think I can do that. You're not like the others, you're so much more...tempting."

"Please..." He whispered "I can't take this."

"You've been thinking about me, haven't you?" For the second time Mingi couldn't look you in the eyes.

"Did you feel excited when you thought about my lips touching yours?"

Mingi's eyes widened and you knew you'd got it right.

"Oh, you did! Do you want me to do it again?" You took a step towards him and he backed away. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about your pretty lips. Please let me do it again."

With each step you took forward he took one back until his back was against the wall. You lightly placed your hands on his chest and tip-toed up until your lips were millimetres from his. You bit your bottom lip as you looked up at him and delighted in the way he stared at your mouth, subconsciously licking his own lips in response.

Although you were taking all the control, you paused for a few seconds to give him time to escape. There was no fun in forcing him - coercion, yes - but not by force. You wanted him to submit to you - to chose to give himself to you. He didn't move so you closed the gap between you, softly moving your lips against his more plump ones. You sucked on his bottom lip and nibbled lightly, earning a quiet gasp from him. As his lips parted with the gasp you took the opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth, swirling it around his. You took full control of the kiss, knowing he had never done this before.

Mingi was letting this happen but still standing awkwardly against the wall so, as you moved one hand up to run your fingers through his short, sandy coloured hair, you took one of his large hands and placed it on your hip. He got the hint and moved his other hand to your other hip and pulled you closer to him, finally giving in to the kiss.

He was hungry for it now, kissing you back eagerly and tightening his grip on you as you moaned against his mouth. Hearing you moan seemed to stir something buried deep within him and you felt his cock twitch against  you. Mingi tensed as you palmed his crotch with your free hand and pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily. His face showed the conflict he was struggling with - knowing he should get out of there as fast he could but wanting to give in so badly.

"You've never felt this before, have you? Give in to it." You purred as you began to kiss his neck, "I know you want this. You want me."

Mingi gasped as you bit his neck and tightened his hold on your hips so much you were sure his fingers would leave marks. You moved your lips back to his and sucked on his bottom lip, all the while undoing his trousers so you could get better access to his cock which was now very hard. Mingi groaned into your mouth as you slipped your hand into his pants and started stroking him.

"Deep down you're just a naughty boy, aren't you. My naughty angel."

Mingi whimpered at your slightly degrading words. He was still trying to deny to himself that deep down he really did want this but your words hit home. It still felt so wrong.

Grabbing the waistband you slipped Mingi's trousers and pants down so they pooled around his ankles, you stepped back to look at him and gasped. You'd just been teasing Hongjoong when you said the angel's cock would be much more impressive than his but fuck...you were amazed at the sight before you.

"You're so beautiful." You breathed, unable to take your eyes off his long, thick cock. Precum was already leaking from the swollen tip and your core ached just thinking about having him inside you.

"I want to see you touch yourself." Mingi's eyes snapped open at your request, looking a little panicked.

"I-I've never done...that before." He stammered innocently. It was adorable.

"I know, baby." You cooed, "Don't worry, I'll show you how."

You took Mingi's large hand and wrapped it around his dick and, laying your own smaller hand over his, you slowly moved his hand up and down the shaft. Mingi closed his eyes again and let out the breath he'd been holding, feeling pleasure wash over him. Once he had a good rhythm going you took your hand back and settled on your knees to watch your angel pleasure himself. The sight of Mingi touching himself, lost in pleasure was like nothing you'd ever seen. It was more beautiful than you could ever have imagined.

Slowly you crept closer to him and gently kissed his leaking red tip. Surprised at the unexpected sensation, he looked down at you and groaned as you licked his pre-cum off your lips. His groans were much deeper than his normally deep voice and you swear you could feel the vibrations in your aching core.

As he continued to stroke himself you gave little kitten licks to the tip of his cock, savouring the sweet taste only an angel could have. Mingi's movements started to get a little sloppy as he drew ever closer to his first ever orgasm.

"You're doing so well, my angel. Let it go."

"I c-can't." Mingi cried out in a broken voice, "I can't do this."

Abruptly he stopped and before you could fully register it, he had yanked his trousers back up and disappeared, leaving a flurry of white feathers slowly falling to the floor in front of you.

                                                    ********

"He just left?" San asked in astonishment. You were beck in the lower realm and telling him about your latest encounter, disappointed at how it turned out. San was easily the best out of you all at corrupting humans and angels alike. He, more than anyone, employed sex as his primary weapon of attack. He couldn't get enough - as you could well attest to given just how often he came to you or gatecrashed your fun with Hongjoong and Seonghwa, turning your threesome into an orgy.

"Wouldn't have happened if it were me." The demon said matter-of-factly. "I get the job done."

San was beautiful like all demons were, he had black hair with a streak of white down one side of his fringe and eyes that seemed to twinkle. He disarmed people with how adorable he could look, pulling them in with his cuteness until it was too late for them to escape and then he showed them his true nature.

While San had little sympathy for you, Seonghwa was considering your demeanour. You seemed...sad.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were more than just disappointed. Are you getting attached to this angel?"  

"What? No!" You rejected the inference vehemently. You didn't develop feelings like that. "I'm just a little annoyed that I'll have to work harder."

You sighed then, slumping down a little, "To be honest, I'm worried this will really have scared him off and he won't come back. I was so close to turning him."

"If you say so." Seonghwa replied, his big, dark eyes looking you over skeptically.

"Hey Y/N?" Hongjoong called, "Are you sure it's really you that is turning him and not the other way around?"

"What are you talking about, Joong?" You almost snapped, irritated at all of them questioning your skills.

"Well...if this is anything to go by, I'd say your aura is weakening."

You looked at him in horror as he held up three jet black feathers that seemed to have fallen from your wings. This wasn't right. A demon's wings were only as strong as their aura and if that started to deteriorate, so would their wings.

"Looks like Angel Boy is affecting you as much as you're affecting him." Hongjoong said, smirking.

                                                    ********

You'd given a lot of thought to what Hwa and Joong had said but didn't want to believe it. Yet there was no other reason for your wings to shed than your aura weakening. Demons didn't get sick so were you really developing feelings for the angel? You couldn't think of any other reason than that.

You thought about him carefully, trying to remember how you felt the first time you saw him. True, you were stunned by his beauty but you though that was just because he was different to all the others - that you were just excited to find something new. Now you thought about it, though, you felt so much more drawn to him than you ever had to any other angel. With them you just wanted to have the fun of ruining another angel - one of many - but with Mingi you wanted him. You didn't just want to ruin him for fun, you realised, you wanted to do it so he could be with you.

All the signs had been there had you just looked for them. You spent hours waiting around Kwangsoo's apartment just for Mingi to appear and then got excited when he arrived. You even thought about him when you were fucking Hwa and Joong. The problem now was that, after admitting to yourself how you felt, would he want you back? Mostly you corrupted an angel and then you were done with them - you saw them around and sometimes had some fun together but there were no relationships to speak of. In fact, the only other demons you'd ever known to have any kind of relationship were Hongjoong and Seonghwa. They were together, of course, but it was still very flexible.

There was no knowing what kind of demon Mingi would turn out to be even if you were able to turn him and that wasn't looking likely now. He'd come so close but then found the strength to escape you, he'd probably be too scared now and have another angel take over his human mission.

                                                   ********

"Mingi? Can I come in?" Yunho knocked on the door to Mingi's room. He hadn't seen him for days and was quite worried now. Receiving only silence from the other side of the door, he decided to go in anyway.

It was dark inside but he knew Mingi was there because he could feel his presence. Something was off about it, though, it didn't feel right. It was Mingi but it felt weak. More concerned now, Yunho went for the light.

"Don't turn it on!" Mingi said panicked, "I don't want you to see me."

"Min...what's wrong? Maybe I can help."

"You can't. It's gone too far."

"I'm turning the light on."

"No-!"

As Mingi's form was illuminated he grabbed his sheets and tried his best to cover himself but Yunho had already seen the state his best friend was in. He was shocked to say the least but more sad for his friend than anything. He'd lost his luminescence and his once beautiful wings were looking disheveled, some of the feathers scattered on the floor and his bed.

"Oh, Min...what've you done?" Yunho sat next to Mingi on his bed and pulled him into a hug.

"I couldn't resist her, Yunho. I should've taken Yeosang's advice and sent someone else in my place." Mingi said desperately.

"Wy didn't you then?" His blonde friend asked without judgement, just curiosity.

"I really don't know." the sandy blonde angel answered, "I thought it was just that I didn't want to abandon Kwangsoo or my pride in being able to finish the mission myself..." Mingi took a deep, shaky breath before continuing, "...but now I know it was more than that. I felt drawn to her somehow. I can feel it even now. I know I shouldn't but part of me wants to find her...to be with her."

Yunho listened quietly to his friend's confession, letting him get it all out.

"Was it because I was weak that she got to me? I'm clearly not strong enough?"

"It can't be that, Mingi...you've been doing this for a long time and seen off many demons before her - strong ones, too. There's something else going on here."

"Like what?"

"I didn't tell you before but I spoke to Yeosang again when I noticed you weren't yourself. Also, I saw you lose a feather so I knew something was wrong."

"What did he say?" Mingi asked, desperate to hear anything that might help.

Yunho blew out his cheeks, hesitating before he continued.

"He said sometimes our fate gets twisted. Our past gets entangled witrh our present."

"What's that meant to mean?" Mingi grumbled.

"It means you probably had some connection with her in your past life."

Mingi considered this revelation carefully. Not all angels and demons were created as such, some had had human lives before and became what they are now. They weren't permitted to remember those lives, though, lest they go looking for loved ones and cause complications in the human realm.

"Who was she to me then?"

"I would say she was someone very special to you." Both angels startled at the unexpected voice, looking around to see Yeosang standing in the doorway.

"Given what you've just told Yunho it would make sense, especially as you can feel the pull despite being on completely opposite sides."

"But why would I be here and she be there? Mingi asked the older, more experienced angel.

"Everyone has light and dark sides and people make mistakes. Some so big that it lands them in that place. Once there, they can't break free from that side of themselves."

Mingi looked thoughtful, trying to process this new information.

"What do I do then?" He asked, looking to Yeosang.

"That depends on what you want more - to remain here and carry on with this life or to be with her."

"And if I want to be with her?" Mingi asked tentatively.

"Then you give up this side of yourself and give in to darkness. You make the choice to 'fall' and there's no returning."

                                                    ********

You didn't expect to see Mingi again, if he was strong enough to leave during what you were doing, you were sure he wouldn't risk coming back and putting his soul in jeopardy again. Yet still you waited. You'd admitted your feelings to yourself but had no idea what to do now - it's not like you could just go and find him, you couldn't enter his realm any more than he could come to yours.

You were sick of waiting in the stupid human's apartment so you went outside for fresh air and to get away from the same stupid walls you's been staring at for hours now. You hadn't even had the motivation to mess with Kwangsoo while you were waiting, your mind was solely on Mingi.

Leaning against the wall and slumping down to the floor, you wrapped your black wings around you as you hung your head and hugged your knees to yourself. As a demon you were strong, you'd never been bested by an angel before so it was unbelievable to you that this one had reduced you to this crumpled figure on the street.

You weren't sure how long you sat there lost in thought but an uneasy feeling and a shiver down your spine told you someone was approaching. You looked up half expecting it simply to be whichever angel had taken over Mingi's mission but, to your surprise, the tall sandy blonde angel himself stood in front of your curled up form, looking down at you.

For a time you both just looked at each other, neither knowing what to do or say in such an alien situation, but eventually you rose to your feet and stood looking up at him. You could see that he was no longer looking at you in fear but still had a hint of aprehension in his eyes as if he didn't know what to expect from you but you guessed that was a fair assumption, you were a demon, after all, and demons were known to be erratic. You did your best to look like you weren't a threat to him - and maybe your weakened aura helped a little - but still you gave off bad vibes naturally.

"What's your name?" He finally spoke.

Well, of all the things you might have expected him to say, that was not one of them.

"Y/N." You replied cautiously, looking at him quite suspiciously.

"Y/N..." He repeated your name quietly to himself, almost as if trying to remember something. All you could think of was how nice your name sounded being spoken in that rough, deep voice of his.

All the while you stood just watching him, wondering where on Earth this exchange was going. He, in turn, was watching you.

"You're not trying to destroy me today?" He said in an almost amused tone.

"No..." you replied quietly, looking away because his eyes were just too beautiful to look at and it hurt that you weren't going to see them again given the choice you had made while you sat curled up against the cold pavement.

"I'm going to leave you alone now...you don't have to worry about me harassing you anymore." If you really had feelings for him, how could you ruin him and force him into darkness? You laughed bitterly to yourself, he really had gotten to you if you - a fucking demon - were feeling bad about turning him.

Mingi nodded at this before saying something you never would have imagined,

"And if I want you to harass me?"

Your head shot up to look at him, trying to read his face and work out where he was going with this. Again you looked at him suspiciously.

Mingi let out a deep breath and fixed his gaze on you, freezing you in place with its intensity.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the last time...when you...well, you know..."

You almost smiled - it was cute how he was so innocent and couldn't finish that thought verbally - but the stronger feeling within you was shock. Had he just admitted what you thought he had?

"Mingi..." You said hesitantly, "...What are you saying?"

"I'm saying I...I wa-" He stopped to collect himself, clearly having trouble with the admission, "I want you."

You stared at him, trying to process his statement. You had decided that you wouldn't take the light out of his life but now he was willingly coming to you - without you coercing him, as was your usual method. The method that had failed just days ago.

"I don't understand this! I shouldn't have any feelings for you!" You cried out in frustration. "Hearing you say that should not be making me happy."

As you admitted your feelings, Mingi's eyes lit up with hope. He came to you having no idea if you were even capable of feeling the same as him or if you were just like the others...simply Hell-bent on destroying the good in him.

He crossed the small distance between you and took your face in his large hands, you could see the hesitation still in his eyes - you guessed this was difficult for him.

"Are you sure this is really what you want? There's no way back." You asked gently.

"I'm sure. I've made my decision...I'm going to fall. For you." You giggled at the unintended cheesy line and watched Mingi cringe a little as he realised how that had sounded.

You took the lead, leaning up to connect your lips with his. This was new to him but he seemed to have some instinct for what to do as he reciprocated, melting in to the kiss. It felt different to the last time you kissed when you were only interested in corrupting him...this felt new to you, too. It was like there was some connection you hadn't realised before.

You knew no one could see you and Mingi but, as you kissed down the soft skin on his neck, you felt like out on the street was exposed. Normally you liked the feeling, the dirtiness of it but you felt like it should be better for him. You still weren't quite sure why, you'd ruined angels before and it had never bothered you that it was their first time - in fact, making their first time so dirty and meaningless had added to your enjoyment of it and destroyed their soul just that little bit more, you had always thought.

You stopped kissing Mingi, causing his soft moans to come to a halt, "Not here. There's somewhere better nearby."

You instantly transported the both of you to a vacant room in a hotel you'd been to many times whilst toying with humans, the most appropriate place you could think of at short notice.

Once in the room you pushed Mingi down on to the plush, king-sized bed and climbed on top of him, immediately latching your lips on to his neck. Mingi gasped as you bit down and sucked on his soft skin. His deep moans sounded so beautiful as you licked over the area to soothe it before moving on to another spot then watching his clear skin redden after your assaults on it.

You moved back up to kiss his plump, pink lips as you began to unbutton his brilliant white shirt, your tongues swirling around each other as Mingi became more confident but still allowed you to dominate the kiss. With his shirt undone you  began a fresh assault on the smooth skin of his chest, biting and licking from his collarbone down to his hard nipples which you paid special attention to. Taking one of his nubs between your teeth, you used your tongue to tease the tip of it, all the while piching the other between your thumb and forefinger.

The sounds of surprise coming from Mingi each time he felt a sensation he'd never felt before fascinated you. You'd never paid much attention with previous conquests but, as much as it still confused you, you had feelings for this particular angel and each of the enthralling sounds falling from his lips made you want to hear more - to please him more.

As you reached his stomach you brought your hands down to the waistband of his white trousers, undoing the button and unzipping them before you reached in to feel how hard he had become at your ministrations.

"Mmmm, so hard for me already." You purred as you ran your wet tongue around the shell of his ear.

You didn't miss the uncertain look on your angel's face as he grabbed your wrist to stop you, your heart plummeting to your stomach thinking he was changing his mind again.

"I won't force you...I understand if you want to change your mind." You said quietly, trying to pull your hand out of his grasp and his trousers.

"It's not that." He said, looking embarrassed, "I still want this...I just...don't know what to do."

Your heart lifted at his words and a small part of you was still scared of how much he was affecting you. It wasn't normal for a demon to feel like this.

"Leave it to me." You smiled down at him, "I'll take care of you."

Mingi let go of your wrist and tried to relax underneath you but you could see he was still nervous. It made you want to be different from the other times when it was all just about the pleasure you got from destroying them. You wanted him to really enjoy this and not feel like he was losing to you. Trying to be as gentle as you could you pulled his trousers and pants down in one go and took his hard cock in your hand.

You stroked him lightly, at first, but got steadily faster and harder as you heard his deep moans intensify. You licked your lips at the precum making the tip of his dick glisten and dove down to lick it all off.

"Oh, fuck!" Mingi gasped out at the way your wet tongue was lapping at his slit. It must've been the first time he'd ever said that kind of word and hearing it from the angels mouth made you start getting wet. You looked back up at your angel and heard him groan in pleasure at the sight of your lips stained with his precum, his eyes were dark with lust. Looking away you wrapped your wet lips around his thick cock and started to suck as you swirled your tongue around the head, paying extra attention to the sensitive spot on the underside. You remembered how much he moaned that last time when you flicked your tongue over it and you just wanted to hear those beautiful sounds again. You never wanted to stop hearing them.

By now Mingi wasn't that far away from cumming - and it wasn't a surprise given that he never had before - but you didn't want it to be like this. You wanted that thick cock of his inside you. You wanted him to cum inside you so, reluctantly, you pulled away, seeing his member shining, coated in your saliva. You took Mingi's right hand and wrapped it around his dick, gently urging him to stroke himself while you undressed for him. He seemed to be getting more excited and pumping himself faster the more clothes you removed, getting himself closer to climax again. You felt incredibly excited watching him touch himself and you felt just how much more wet you were becoming just from that, although, having his dick in your mouth had helped a lot. Sucking cock was one of your favourite things to do because it always felt so dirty.

"Not yet, Angel." You told him as you pulled his hand away form his now painfully hard cock, "I want you to save all that cum for me."

Mingi's eyes flashed with desire as you whispered those words in his ear and, for the first time, he initiated the kiss, his large hand grabbing the back of your head and pulling you down towards his waiting mouth.

It made your heart lift, knowing that he wanted this too...that you weren't just coercing him and, again, you wondered what it was about this angel that he had managed to change you like this.

You kissed him sloppily, reaching down to stroke his aching cock a few times before lining him up with your soaking wet hole. Although you were trying to be gentle with him, you couldn't wait to have his impressive girth fill you up so you weren't quite as patient as you could have been. You couldn't help it, you sunk down on to his thick cock in one smooth motion, feeling every inch as it slid into you. Both Mingi and you moaned loudly at the sensation - him at the feeling of your tight cunt swallowing him up and you at the delicious stretch which caused an equal amount of pain and pleasure.

As you bounced up and down on Mingi's cock you watched in awe as his beautiful face scrunched up in a pleasure he'd never felt before. His luminescent aura had almost completely faded now and the room had a different feel - darker now as his goodness slipped away a little more each time he sloppily thrust up into you, losing himself to the pleasure your warm, wet cunt was giving him.

The feeling of having him inside you was indescribable but not just because of the way your tight hole hugged his length causing you to feel so blissfully full you thought you couldn't take anymore. It felt familiar and comforting. Mingi stared at you with the same look of awe in his impossibly dark eyes as you had watching him and, somehow, he felt like home. You didn't know what it meant but you knew you were already becoming addicted to this feeling. It gave your approaching orgasm a new dimension...an intensity you'd never felt with anyone else before - even the other demons who were, by nature, amazing lovers.

You could feel Mingi's sloppy thrusts starting to stutter, signalling that he was close. You could feel his cock twitching inside you and that, together with his deep grunts, threw you over the edge. You threw yourself down to kiss him as you came, wanting to feel him everywhere you could. As you came over Mingi's cock, the feeling of your already tight heat squeezing him even harder as he thrust up into you became too much for him to bear and he moaned out loud as he shot creamy white cum all over you walls. He gave a few more shallow thrusts before he relaxed, closing his eyes.

His luminescence was completely gone now that it was complete. He had fallen. There was no going back for him. You hoped he wouldn't regret this, you desperately wanted him to stay with you -  though, you wondered why him when no one else had ever managed to move you even the slightest bit? You gazed down at him as you pondered this, he was still breathing hard and as you watched him he started to change. All angels changed in appearance once they 'fell'. The feeling of goodness and purity had already gone from him but you supposed it was a visual manifestation of his new state. His gentle-looking face would go, leaving in its place a colder but more tempting mask. Still the same features but a darker beauty than the pure one he had before.

Mingi's short, sandy-blonde hair transformed, bleeding bright red from the roots to the ends as it grew a little longer with a slight wave to it. His wings - which had looked a dirtier white with missing feathers when he came to you today - started to flutter as they changed. You watched as it started from the top, the white being taken over by a deep black which matched your own. It ran down the length of his wings like someone pouring ink all over them and the missing feathers were replaced with shiny new black ones. As the new feathers fluttered you noticed the barest hint of red as the low light of the room hit them - complementing his new hair colour. He was utterly breathtaking.

Although Mingi had already been generously proportioned, you felt his thighs thicken a little more underneath you and his chest and arms become more defined. His clothes were the last to change, turning black to remove all traces of his former connection to the angels' realm. There was nothing left now...you could only wait to see how much he had changed himself.

Slowly, Mingi opened his eyes to look up at you - his cock was still buried deep inside you and he didn't immediately make a move to change that but he did move his hands from where they held onto your hips. You waited nervously to see what he would do, your bottom lip caught in between your teeth as you worried. He brought both hands up to cup your face and pulled your lip from between your teeth with his thumb, rubbing over it gently  to soothe the marks your teeth had left. The affectionate gesture made you release a breath you hadn't realised you were holding because he didn't immediately reject you now he was changed. Maybe it wasn't too bad, maybe his personality hadn't altered too much. You'd like to think not because it was Angel Mingi you fell in love with...how would you feel if he was a completely different person - a demon in the truest sense of the word.

Suddenly the former angel flipped you both over so he was now above you, his cock still buried deep inside your sensitive pussy. Startled by his quick movements you could only stare up at him, your eyes wide, as he leant down to kiss you deeply, not asking for permission to slip his tongue into your mouth but taking control himself - biting your lip so your mouth parted with a gasp, giving him the access he wanted. He took your wrists in his big, strong hands and held them in place on either side of your head

You could feel the confidence emanating from this new Mingi and it turned you on. You may have enjoyed dominating and corrupting plenty of humans and angels alike but really you enjoyed being dominated. When you played with Hongjoong and Seonghwa you almost always allowed them to take full control, submitting to them both and allowing them to use you however they wanted. The thought of Mingi taking control and using you for his own pleasure shot thrills of arousal through you, causing your clit to start tingling with anticipation.

Mingi changed his grip so he now easily held both your wrists together in one of his hands and used the other to loosen your clothing and expose your breasts to him. Leaning down, he kissed around one of your breasts - teasing - before finally taking your hard nipple in his mouth and sucking hard, while pinching the other between his thumb and forefinger.

The whine you let out at the sensation was loud and needy and you knew he liked it because you felt his cock start to harden again. He hadn't pulled out of you, even when he flipped you both over, so you could feel it as his cock got bigger, the generous girth stretching you out again and when his tip brushed against your g-spot you mewled in pleasure. In response, Mingi thrust deeply and you cried out loud because you were still so sensitive.

"So needy already..." Mingi growled in your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin, "Do you love my cock that much?"

"Yes, I...Aaaahh." You couldn't finish because the red-head had just bitten down on your neck, drawing blood and marking you as his. Although it hurt, it was an exquisite pain...you liked him claiming you so that everyone knew you belonged to him. This was really what you wanted, for Mingi make you submit to him, to own you. If anyone wanted you now, they would have to ask his permission. Hwa and Joong wouldn't like it much as they were used to playing with you whenever any of you liked but they would respect the claim.  

As if he knew what you had been up to thus far, Mingi looked at you challengingly and growled out, "You've been such a dirty little whore, haven't you?"

"Yes...but I'm your dirty little whore now." You looked up at him through your lashes, so submissive now.

Mingi started to fuck you again, hard and fast, grunting out between thrusts, "And who..does this tight little pussy...belong to now?"

"You, Mingi!" You all but screamed out as he pounded into you so roughly. "My tight little pussy belongs to you!"

"That's right, whore. This cunt is mine to fuck however and whenever I want."

Mingi bit down hard on your breast, he didn't draw blood this time but it was definitely hard enough to leave a mark. He continued biting all over your chest and collarbone as he fucked you, licking over the areas where he had bitten to soothe them.

The sounds in the room were lewd, to say the least, your loud moans and Mingi's deep grunts adding to the filthy, wet sound of him thrusting in and out of you over and over again. You were still full of his cum from his first orgasm and it sounded so dirty as he fucked it back up into you. Mingi leaned up and watched his hard cock slide in and out of your core, glistening with your combined juices.

"This filthy little cunt is so small and tight it can't take my big cock and all my cum at once...it's squirting out as I fuck you."

The ex-angel slid his finger over your folds as they hugged his thick cock, gathering up some of his cum and lifting it to your lips, "Lick it off, Whore."

You did as you were told, cleaning his finger completely of his salty cum, never breaking eye contact. "More, please." You smiled up at him with fake innocence.

"Fuck. You're so dirty." Mingi groaned before collecting even more cum on two of his long fingers and forcing them into your mouth. When you had sucked him clean, he leaned down and licked your lips where some of his cum was glistening, having escaped your tongue.

With his fingers still wet from your mouth he reached down and started to rub fast circles over your swollen clit. You were so close already from his degrading words and his new dominating persona that it didn't take much for you to be on the edge of another orgasm.

"Are you gonna cum again for me, baby?"

"Yes...please, Mingi, I want to cum for you."

"Cum all over my cock, then. That's all a whore like you is good for, after all."

You came hard, loving the way he was degrading you in his deep, rough voice and your tight walls clenching around him so hard almost stopped his thrusts.

"Fuck, your pussy is squeezing my cock so hard I almost can't move. You really love being my little whore, don't you."

You nodded, in too much of a daze from the intense orgasm to form a coherent sentence. It only took Mingi a few more deep thrusts to reach his second orgasm and you felt his cock twitch as he released, forcing more of his cum into you. As he pulled out you felt the warmth as both his releases gushed out from between your thighs.

"So beautiful..." Mingi said quietly as he watched it continue to run out, smearing it over you with his fingers.

"I'm yours now." He said, looking at you with a soft intensity that was in such contrast to how he had been with you just a moment ago. You loved that Mingi's demon form was so dominating and powerful but loved even more that he hadn't lost his feelings for you in the transition.

You laid on the bed together for a while, you were still a little out of it so he just held you in his arms tightly.

Eventually you broke the silence, "Shall we go home?"

Mingi's soft smile made your heart stutter in a way you still weren't used to, "Sure...show me where I belong now."

                                                     ********

"So... This is the one who took you away from us." Hongjoong looked Mingi over, sizing him up. He may have been a fair bit smaller than your new demon boyfriend but he was much stronger as Mingi was so new.

"Be nice, Joongie..." Seonghwa chided gently, "He might still share."

You looked up at Mingi, wondering how he'd react. His possessive streak was evident the moment he was turned. He looked over the both of them...you weren't quite sure what he was thinking but if you were honest, it looked like he was eyeing them up. You weren't sure, though, you hadn't discovered all of his new personality traits yet.

Hwa was looking Mingi straight in the eye, smirking almost challengingly. In response your the red-haired demon lightly bit his bottom lip in between his teeth, clearly tempted by the invitation.

"I think we can play..." He said, looking straight back into Seonghwa's dark eyes, "Don't you, baby?" He mused, turning to you.

You smiled happily up at him, already imagining having all three of them using you as they wished.

"In that case, I wanna play, too." You heard San's voice chime in before you saw the demon leaning against the doorframe, his eyes twinkling in anticipation. This was gonna be fun.

[deliberatelyvague]

Kinktober Day 5

October 5, 2020

Oral (Barbatos)

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You knew that wearing that dress to Diavolo’s ball would put you into this scenario. Not that you were complaining, you had totally planned it.

The dress that fit tightly at your breasts and waist and then flared out ever so slightly over your butt to the ground, the dress that had spaghetti straps that showed off your collar bones and the nape of your neck when your hair was pulled into that high bun, and that dress that was his signature color; yes, that dress. You knew you were playing with fire, but you were so ready to be burned.

You caught his eyes glancing over to you as you had given Luke a small dance, and then Simeon following, you had felt his gaze on your neck when you had faved away from him to get a drink, and finally, you had felt his touch against your back as he came to greet you.

“Darling, hello,” he greeted you, coming behind you at the refreshment table.

“Hey, Barb,” you greet and smile at him, before turning back to your drink, lifting it to your lips. Your mouth was filled with the familiar taste of human-world punch, a nice surprise and different from the usual sour tasting punch of whatever berries Barbatos usually uses for the punch.

“Do you like it? Diavolo wanted to make something from your world, so he sent me to get the items necessary,” Barbatos told you.

“Yeah, it’s just like from home,” you answered him, spinning around so you were face to face with him.

You have him a peck on the lips, slipping away from him and holding out your hand.

“Care for this dance?” You offered, and he took your hand where you took him to the floor. He placed his hand on your stomach, and the other on your waist. Both your arms went around his neck as you danced to the song played by the RAD Orchestra.

You pushed your body into his, pushing your face into his neck and breathing slowly onto it.

“[Y/N],” he warned. “Behave yourself,”

You whined, shaking your head. “But you know what you in a suit does to me, Barb. It’s unfair,”

“You want to know what unfair, darling? You outfitting yourself in this dress and then coming to this ballroom, knowing that I would be unable to do what I want with you,”

“Well, Barbatos, how about you take me to one of the many unoccupied rooms and we can sort this predicament out?” You offered, leaning up to look him in the face.

He looked questioningly at you then over at Diavolo. Diavolo was watching him intently, and beckoned him over.

“Be a good girl and go stand over next to the refreshment table, yes?” He ordered, and you obediently did as he told.

“Well, look at you and Barbatos! Who would’ve know?” You looked over to the cherry voice and see Asmodeus standing there.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, you guys are totally going to screw by the end of tonight, yeah?”

You tried to deny it, but he cut you off.

“Sweetie, I can literally and metaphorically feel the sexual tension dripping from the two of you,” you could answer back, but just shrugged your shoulders instead.

“I mean- I’m hoping, but it depends on if Diavolo let’s him go for long enough for us to do so. I’d be fine with just sucking him off,” you said pretty bluntly.

“Well, whatever you do, stay safe. We don’t want any small [Y/N]s or Barbatoses running around here, no matter how cute they would be.”

“I will, Asmo, thank you,” you assured him, and he bounced away from the table, probably off to find an Incubi or a lost soul to tempt.

“Good conversation with Asmo?” You hear Barbatos ask, and you nodded.

“Yeah, he just told me to stay safe while we go and hav walked fun,” you told him, playing with his tie. He smirked and led you to an empty room, making sure to lock the door before sitting on the edge of the bed.

You immediately dropped to your knees as he unbuckled his pants and pulled down his underwear. You licked your lips before grabbing his half-hard penis and jerking it, bringing your lips down to his balls and sucking on them slightly.

You kissed your way up his shaft and finally wrapped your lips around his head, sucking on it and bobbing your head. He closed his eyes, and moved his hand to card into your hair, grasping onto your strands and moving your head.

You moaned around him, and you could taste the salty precum traveling down your tongue. He finally pushed himself to the back of your mouth, hitting your throat. He started thrusting up, and you relaxed so you wouldn’t gag as badly as you would’ve.

“What a good girl,” he praised. “Such a good girl, taking me all in her mouth. He let you up a little bit to breath.

“Please, Barbatos,” you whined. “Cum in my mouth, please.”

“Only since my darling asked so nicely,” you nodded and took him back into your mouth, bobbing as quickly as you could. Finally, you felt his hot semen his the back of your throat and slide down, and you swallowed all of it, moaning slightly before pulling your lips off of him.

“Good girl,” he said, cupping your face. “Now hope on up.” The two of you changed places, as he laid you on your back.

“Barb, you don’t have to-”

“I want to, darling,” he soothed, pulling down your underwear. “Look at you all wet for me.”

You turned your face away, and he brought on of his gloved hands up to grab your chin.

“None of that, I want you watching me as I pleasure you, alright?”

“Yes, Barbatos.”

He smirked and delved right into your vagina, licking a long stripe up the center and over your clit. He sucked a few times before tonguing it, relishing in the way you grinned your hips against his mouth.

“Barbatos, that feels so good,” you could feel him moan as he was met with your arousal more, moving his tongue down to tongue fuck you, inserting his tongue into you as he brought up his fingers to play with your clit. You came not soon after he started that, and it amazed you just how quickly he was able to make you a shaking mess just by his tongue and fingers.

“Thank you, Barbatos,” you said after you came down from your high. He kissed you, and he was about to say something, but his face morphed into annoyance.

“Diavolo?” I asked him, and he nodded.

“Yes, Seems like we have run out of punch. He needs me to go and fetch some more. I’ll see you back out in the ballroom, right Darling?”

You nodded and he kissed your lips before stand up and fixing himself to look proper, then leaving.

You stood up and threw yourself onto the bed, sighing happily, and preparing yourself mentally to go back out of the room.

[serendipitee]

oop! i just saw you already got 28, so scratch that:) (unless you want to do it again with juke heh)

otherwise #45 pls :)

I chose #45 because I wrote something similiar for Bellarke once and I love this scenario so there you go 😂 also, Luke shrieking is something I now need.

45. You get scared by them in a corn maze and lash out and hit them, quickly followed by apologies.

Luke would never admit it out loud, but he’s scared. He doesn’t even remember whose dumb idea this was. It very well might’ve been him. It kind of sounds like him if he thinks about it hard enough.

 Who else would think that walking through a corn maze in the middle of the night was a good idea?

 But during the day there were too many people and it had sounded good in his head. Most ideas did sound better in his head than out of it but he’d never ever give Alex the satisfaction of admitting that.

He would just have to suck it up and find the middle of that damn maze first.

 It couldn’t be that hard.

 Everything looks different underneath the light of the moon, though and Luke’s so very lost.

 There’s a rustling to his right and he tenses. The picture of a masked axe murderer appears in front of his eyes and that must be from that stupid horror movie Bobby made them watch last week. His heart rate is spiking, hands getting sweaty and Luke just wants to get out of here.

 The corn moves slightly and-- a mouse crosses his path.

 Letting out a heavy breath of relief, Luke turns around, rounding the next corner with big steps because he will not spend a second more than necessary in here.

 It’s then that he collides with something – someone, his brain immediately corrects him. A shriek escapes him, there’s an accompanying one and he flails, hitting whoever it is right in the face.

 “Fuck!” A female voice yells. “Ow, Jesus!”

 Luke freezes, blinks.

 The girl is almost a head shorter than him, glaring right at him, holding the left side of her face and he’s sputtering through an apology immediately.

 “It’s fine, it’s okay,” she finally interrupts him, “wasn’t that heavy of a blow anyways.”

 And okay, now he’s offended. He works out, he’s the fittest of the four of them and it should’ve hurt. “You should still get it checked out.”

 Luke steps a little closer, carefully pushing her hand away and angling her face further up with two fingers at her chin. Her lips part with a soft gasp as her eyes meet his.

 She’s pretty, is his first thought, immediately followed by, Oh shit, that’s gonna bruise!

 “Is it bad?” She asks, voice a raspy whisper and it sends shivers down his spine.

 He finds himself shaking his head. Gently he brushes his fingers over the bruise that’s already forming on her cheek. She doesn’t wince and Luke takes comfort in that, lets his eyes roam over her face.

 “I’m sorry,” he says again and she chuckles.

 “It’s okay, you were scared.”

 “I wasn’t!” He sputters.

 Raising an eyebrow, she leans even closer, maybe even getting up on her tip toes for that, and Luke’s heart is racing in his chest because she’s not only pretty, she’s beautiful. “You sure? Cause you screamed pretty good.”

 He clears his throat, tries his best to come up with a clever retort. “Did not!”

 Wow, his bandmates would never let him write another song again. He’s supposed to be a lyrical genius. Ms Harrison has always complimented him on his metaphors and shit.

 She hums, nose almost brushing his and Luke is contemplating closing the distance between them and shutting her up effectively but he just caused her bodily harm and consent is important.

 He is pretty sure, she’d like it, too, especially when her eyes shortly travel to his lips just to flick back up again.

 A noise behind her, startles them apart, before he can make a decision, though.

 Reggie steps onto the pathway, eyes immediately settling on them. “Luke!” He exclaims, the relief emanating off him in waves. “Fuck, am I happy to see you! Can we please get out of- who’s that?”

 He stops, raising an eyebrow at Luke and Luke flails, because he doesn’t even know her name.

 “I’m Julie,” she introduces herself and Luke files that information away. He’s just happy that apparently, they are not immediately getting into how they met.

 “So, which of your friends had the genius idea to visit a corn maze in the dead of night?” Reggie asks.

 Julie laughs and the sound sends another shiver down Luke’s spine. It also makes him stare at her lips again. Why did he have to hit her? Couldn’t he have left a cute, funny first impression? Was that too much to ask?

 “Flynn, she’s probably around here somewhere. And you guys?” Julie questions in return and before Luke can stop him, Reggie has answered.

 “You’re looking at him.” His index points at Luke and Julie raises her eyebrows at him.

 Bashfully, Luke rubs the back of his neck, tugs his bottom lip in. “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

 “And do you always hit on girls this way?” She asks and Luke freezes. “I mean- hit girls, not hit on girls, that’s—” She bites her lips, hangs her head and Luke’s elated because she seems to be as bad at flirting as he is.

 Suddenly feeling a lot lighter, he suggests, “We can always pretend I hit on you, instead.”

 Her eyes meet his and Luke wants to find out what color they are during the day. They should definitely do this during the day, look at each other and talk and maybe get as close as before. Yeah, he’d like that.

 Reggie is watching their exchange with glee.

 Julie’s bruise has faded by the time they have their first kiss. Luke still makes sure to kiss it better.

[appledotcodotuk]

why the hive fckin suck at its job: a rant

spoilers for tgwdlm ahead!

first of all, it's important to consider what exactly the hive's job is. my answer is... who the fuck knows. literally. what is the hive's aim. what do you want Paul? more like, what do you want hive? let's find out!

it kinda evolves, as the play progresses. the intial aim of the hive, and one that does actually remain consistent is the constant burning need to grow and devour and gain more and more (insert capitalism metaphor here).

however, this is distorted by the people it possess who influence that aim, as we'll see later.

also the fact it crashes into a theatre displaying Mamma Mia gives the hive the motive it need to fit the world around it to the structure of the musical. having no originality of its own, the hive instead just picks up what is given to it. kinda like an evil baby.

it wants uniformity, that is indeed its ultimate goal and desire, no duh. it thinks it can achieve that through musical theatre, shame that the hive is dead wrong. cause the hive fucking sucks at its own job / aim / ultimate purpose / one concrete goal that motivates all its actions.

can't maintain control over its subjects

okay, so, the hive wants uniformity. it wants everyone to be dancing to the beat of its own tune. right? yeah. shame it literally can't keep its own possessed subjects in line at all. at the risk of sounding like the 10th doctor waxing lyrical abt humanity for the 50th time, humans are really difficult to control cause we're not really motivated by an altruistic allegiance to one primary good. we've got icky emotions that often move us to do stupid unpredictable stuff way more. it makes me wonder if the reason the hive wanted to use musical theatre to try and persuade ppl was cause it seems to think that is how theyll get emotive humans; through emotive songs. anyways. let's look at some examples shall weeeee?

Mr Davidson:

so, Mr Davidson. funnily enough, he's the guy whose in part acting as the hive trying to figure out what it wants through his interactions w/ Paul. every person it possess gives it just a bit more humanity and curiosity abt the world it is currently taking over. at least I think so. hence why as the musical develops u get character's like possessed!Alice wondering 'why does it hurt to love?' - the change in music and mood to something much more introspective really suggests to me that the hive is beginning to question the thoughts and emotions of its human hosts.

Mr Davidson is a family man through and through, he loves his wife Carol. she's his muse, his source of light. his feelings for her are not concrete or easy to explain and solve - hence why his sudden ahem demand of her is so hilarious and also jarring. it completely clashes with the 'I want song' which is simple, and often pushes forward a wider cause. not so with Mr Davidson, he just really loves his wife man. enough to break a frickin alien possession.

tbh I think its hilarious that (at least to me) the hive has to force him to forget and continue with the song, like, he straight up is just talking to his wife in that phone call, talking, not singing. so, no possession until he reverts back into song. ergo, the hive cannot maintain the uniformity it wants. even from the get go when theoretically its control should be stronger cause it has less ppl to co-ordinate. bad. at. its. job.

Paul:

this one hurts folks. yes, I know it's generally agreed, though somewhat debated that the state of Paul by the end of the tgwdlm is not purely possessed. I agree. once again, the hive is unable to truly enforce uniformity.

at this point, the motives of Paul and the hive are kinda just mixed, neither fully human nor fully alien. hence the constant shifts between pleeing for her to get away, to hide, to stay safe: 'what if the only choice is you have to sing to survive' and just full on old style hive nastiness 'let me puke in your mouth and just open your food bin girl' (so romantic 🥰 /j).

the hive has gone away from its original aim, and become something... different. no longer stuck to just one type of genre or style of song, it's really clever to show the developing complexity of the hive by showing how it is now juggling lots of different motifs with references to all the old songs from before recontextualised in a new way - its learning. evil baby... no longer uniform.

general miscommunication:

there are several instances of the hive not fully having uniform control over its subjects. for instance, right after not your seed with the three teens having to like... calibrate. they aren't just completely connected then?? also, this is a very small thing, but uhhhh at the end of inevitable when Paul is about to say the apotheosis is upon... the chorus interrupts him with USSSSSSS. interruptions??? not very in sync of u hive.

I think this inability to exert uniformity is also shown in the contrast between genre of musical theatre. my alien abomination cannot decide whether it wants to be the more modern edgy rock musical (join us (and die), not your seed ) or super happy go lucky old style musical theatre (lah dee dah dah day, and inevitable). it tries to do both, even while trying to encourage union, and sticking to one thing. hypocrite!!!!!

2. aims are guided by the people it possess

so, I mentioned this a bit already, but the hive isn't only mutating the humans, the humans are mutating the hive right back. this is more an interesting observation than any actual analysis but let's goooo.

greenpeace girl:

I think it's very likely that greenpeace girl is one of the first to be possessed. This is probably easily debunkable but whatever this analysis is flying by the seat or its pants anywayyyyy. why? cause where else would it pick up that whole 'this planet needs fixing' thing? it's interesting too, cause it morphs from expressing the desire to join hands and sing together, unity and peace with no actual action behind it. this then goes right to the other end, with the hive going 'fine I'll do it myself' and trying to save things by enforcing a dictatorship on the world. it develops and changes, and strays from its original means of accomplishing its aims! speaking oooooof...

3. inconsistent in means of accomplishing aims

okay, ur an evil hive mind. u think musicals are the way to win over these silly humans cause they're all weak and emotive and seem to respond to them. but, wait! schwoopsie! you haven't realised that for emotional depth and growth to mean anything, you need there to be established development and well... growth. otherwise the sentiments are as vague as the ones expressed in What Do You Want, Paul?

this show has genuine emotional moments, just not really during the musical numbers WITH EXCEPTIONS. any strife is smoothed over quickly, and so the development and change that would have to go into such growth is just gone. (see, You Tied Up My Heart) all so it can achieve its own desire to grow and grow and grow, maybe a metaphor for art being killed under late stage capitalism??

what actually matters is the impact the songs have afterwards, in causing a death - because we have a bond and care abt these characters. those short scenes between Paul and Emma are actually way more resonant than any song. except... inevitable, and also not your seed a bit. at this point the hive has learnt a thing or two, and can actually twist human emotion a little. but for it to do that, it has to reject the uniformity it prizes, and be adaptable. point towards being more human than it first thought? methinks so. and yet it's just not enough...

it's also why let it out, to me, feels really ingenuine. Paul has expressed himself in much better ways already. what they're doing is clearly paining him, and hurting the guy. he's terrified bless.

you can't force someone into being emotional vulnerable, man.

it's why all the deaths for the characters who are forced to express themselves are really violent, involving them being ripped open - literally forcing them to expose themselves from the 'inside out' as Alice reflects in Not Your Seed. you can't force genuine emotional connection, it has to be fostered, shown in the much more affecting relationship of Paul and Emma. the only reason the hive actually has power over our characters is because of these genuine emotional connections, which it tries and often fails to take advantage of, resulting in just resorting to brute violence. messy hive, very messy.

at the core, the musical's a kinda attack on that toxic positivity mindst: trying to force people to reach the sort of easy solutions by sharing feelings in a way that feels pretty invasive and deciding you are instantly fixed. the problems these characters face are jarringly not really what you'd expect a character in a musical to face, cheating, a lot of it, mid-life crisis. problems that are bland, or wayyyy too real. this is purposefully done, to reveal just how silly the hive's aim to use musical theatre to solve everyone's problem is. life is more complex than that smh.

4. a human can write a much more expressive, and genuine song than they ever could lol

u know which song I'm talking abt. what more is there to say. so much for making persuasive songs to tempt people over.

5. make me sad cause they took some perfectly nice ppl and funked them up 😭

this was a stupid point lol. basically I'm just bitter that this hive took a bunch of perfectly okay ppl and gave them hive brain. screw u hive. I swear I'm gonna watch Black Friday soon, cause I'm sure it's gonna completely destroy every thought I've had so far, but whateve,,, just take this as a look at tgwdlm like it's a stand-alone piece.

these guys are supposed to all be 'individuals' on one level, but also 'appendages of a much larger organism'. there's a little too much individualism and fracturing to be cohesive enough to do that I feel. the hive to me is not an infallible, unstoppable force, in fact, every human it takes over only brings it closer to understanding us. so that's maybe a slight positive note??? idk ?! I just have lots of thoughts and feelings abt this musical even if this doesn't make sense I'm proud i wrote it down hehe.

[who-talks-first]

The Torture of Small Talk With Someone You Used to Love

(or T’es la Plus Belle Saison de Ma Vie)

I haven't written a poe x reader stand-alone in... Two years? Y'all be gentle with me.

I was singing "Fourth of July" by Fall Out Boy, then over the course of a shower I had completely composed this in my head, including all the dialogue. Stuff kept happening, so I didn't get to my phone until later, but by then, I had forgotten a whole bunch of the original dialogue. U_U

I kept true to my original inspiration, but it doesn't have the same flow as it did in my head under the spray, lol. I'm sorry it got so dialogue heavy. Poe and Reader just had so much to get off their chests!

You don't have to listen to the song, but it really sets the mood, and you can understand my inspiration.

Rated Older Teen for suggestive dialogue and some swearing. Content warning for references to past consensual sex between two minors (nothing explicit, just mentioning in case that squicks you!).

Around 2700 words. Drama, angst, romance, a tiny pinch of fluff. A whole assload of made up stuff that wasn't necessary for the story but created some atmosphere and legitimacy.

Set a few months after The Last Jedi during the Resistance's struggle to recover.

My A/N are almost as long as the actual story. I suck lol. Again, please be gentle; I'm so rusty. But please enjoy. I'm proud of this. I feel it's very romantic and engaging. I hope you agree. Thanks so much, guys! Love ya!

The skyrockets burst in colorful blossoms across the jet-black sky, hundreds of revelers dancing and singing below. They were celebrating the summer solstice on the planet you now found yourself on, the name of which you had already forgotten before you arrived; another stop on the endless quest for support as the Resistance dangled by a thread.

You and Poe Dameron, your partner on this mission - and four of the last six identical ones - were awaiting the arrival of your liason, someone close to the monarchy of... Here... who promised backchannel support of the struggling Resistance. The contact was delayed by a minor catastrophe regarding the celebration, so the two of you decided to rest for the evening and enjoy the view.

Sitting side by side on the soft, green grass on the side of a hill overlooking the reverie, you sat in silence, tuning in and out of the joyous cacophony as you watched the elaborate skyrocket display.

You felt the question before he asked it.

"Remember the summer festivals back home?" said Poe, softly breaking the silence, his voice wistful.

"Yep."

"Do you remember - " 

"Every detail," you said, swallowing and solemnly fixing your eyes on him.

Bright colors illuminated the side of his face, sparkling in his eyes, softly reflecting on the curls that still shone; the last eight months had taken their toll on the once youthful face of the boy you grew up with.

He cracked a half-grin, his eyes, soft and warm, taking you in.

You knew what he was thinking. You were thinking about it too, but in a completely different way.

You blinked and those brown eyes, exactly as they are now, save for the weary lines at the corners, were those of your first love, your best friend growing up, a vibrant boy of sixteen, looking at you like you were a celestial being personified in a red-cheeked, loud-mouthed spitfire of fifteen, a completely different display of skyrockets sparkling in his eyes.

You felt the deep ache in your chest that you felt every time you remembered that period of your lives, particularly that one night. You felt the damp grass on your back, the tenderness and reverence in Poe's touch, the weight of his body, and that beautiful trembling fear of what you were doing among the ruins, at the edge of the jungle, in the dark.

You closed your eyes and turned away from him, unable to stand the pain and bitterness.

"It was something wonderful between us, wasn't it, baby?" Poe asked, the smile in his voice unmistakable.

You sighed. Even his pet name for you, given long before your romantic relationship, hurt to hear. You don't remember exactly what you were crying about, crouched in the sand behind the primary school, but you remember the sound of eight-year-old Poe's voice as he said, "Hey, little baby, why are you crying?" How someone could be both derisive and so concerned at the same time baffled you. But the nickname stuck for the next twenty-five or so years.

You couldn't help the bitterness in your voice when you said, "It wasn't just teenage love and lust between us then."

He looked at you quizzically, his brow furrowed.

"We had hope, youthful hubris, an ambitious naiveté that makes you think that you can do anything," you concluded, vaguely gesturing with your hand.

Poe was silent for a long moment, regarding your statement, your face, the painful tension in the air between you.

When he spoke, you weren't sure you had ever heard his voice so soft, so fearful. He swallowed. 

"And now? What's between us now?"

The expanse of the entire galaxy, you wanted to say. Ten years of worry and resentment. Nostalgia for a moment in time that can never be replaced or recreated. A war.

But you knew that's not what he was asking. What still remained of what was once between you?

You took a moment to contemplate your answer. You wanted to be honest without hurting Poe. There really wasn't much left at all.

"Nothing that matters," you said, turning away from him. You couldn't help the spite in your tone as you added, "Not that it ever did."

You felt Poe's breathing still beside you for a long, agonizing beat. He rose wordlessly and shuffled down the hill in the dark, hands in his pockets.

You sighed, smacking your forehead in your palms. You got up, stretching your legs to regain circulation, and followed him.

"Poe," you called softly. "Poe, I'm sorry. I fucked up."

You found him in a low place between the hills, in a little copse of trees and taller grass. The skyrocket display was still visible, but the sounds of the celebration were muffled by the hillside.

Poe's back was to you, one hand in his jacket pocket, one pressed to his face.

"I shouldn't have said that," you said, dropping your arms to your sides, audibly so that Poe could hear your gesture.

He raked his fingers roughly through his hair, mussing the almost-coifed curls more into their natural shape, as he turned to face you. You weren't prepared for how sad he looked.

"Say it again," said Poe, taking a challenging step towards where you stood a bit above him on the hillside. "Say we never mattered."

"I didn't mean it like that," you groaned.

"Then how - " he started, his voice cracking ever so slightly, " - how did you mean it?"

The Poe a few steps below you was so different from the one you sat beside not ten minutes before. The bright colors in the sky only served to contrast his bleak affect. There was his age. There was the war-weary soldier. He looked like you had felt for the last year.

"It doesn't matter because..." you began, trailing off. "Nothing matters anymore. It's only this mission, and then the next, then the next." 

"What do you mean?" asked Poe, confusion blending into the pain on his face.

You swallowed, wondering when it got so stuffy out here.

"It doesn't matter if I love you or hate you, if we're friends or anything else. It doesn't matter how abandoned I still feel. Because there is no 'us' as lovers. The only 'us' is the Resistance. And we can only keep fighting until we're worn down to nothing. There's nothing else."

All the other mixed emotions melted from Poe's face as he shifted his weight around, slowly replaced with understanding. He let out a quiet, mirthless laugh.

"You really have lost all hope, huh?" he finally said, looking up at you.

"It's exhausting. Constant planet skipping, begging for help. The First Order's brutality and resilience. Leia's health. The losses, Poe!"

"Don't think for a second that I don't feel those losses!" he said, probably sharper than he meant to, raising his hand to point at you.

"You feel them more than most of us, Poe," you sighed. "That's my point. There's nothing left for us but more and more loss."

You hoped he couldn't hear the tears threatening to break through.

Poe forced an unconvincing smile.

"Leia says - "

"I don't give a damn about the sun, Poe!" you yelled, mentally recoiling at the thought of the saccharine metaphor you knew was on the tip of his tongue. "Don't you feed me that line, not after what Holdo did to us, how she died. Don't you dare say it!"

"We've already made it through the night, though, baby," said Poe softly, taking a cautious step towards you. "Crait was midnight. The sun is on the horizon now, don't you see?" 

You shook your head. "All I see now is darkness."

"Even when you look at me?"

You could only shrug at that. There weren't enough data cards in the galaxy to list what you saw in him.

Poe scoffed.

"No hope, huh? So when Rey's face appeared through those rocks, saving us from certain death, you didn't feel hope burning like the sun?" he asked, miming the rocks moving. "When those rocks parted, I wanted to run over, grab her, and kiss her. I was so grateful."

"Finn did it for you," you said, managing a small smile.

"Yeah," said Poe. "His gratitude was more for her safety than for the salvation of the Resistance. But I don't hold that against him. It's always been about Rey for Finn. You get that, right?"

Tiny sparkles of pink and green appeared between you and the trees, and you realized that Poe was staring at you, waiting for you to speak.

"Yeah, I guess," you finally said, shrugging.

"And you can't see why I had to join the navy?" he said, holding one hand up, indicating a point you couldn't see.

"Because you're good and will always fight for the light," you said simply. 

"You're as dumb now as you were back then, baby. That's always a huge part of it, fighting for the light. But making the galaxy a safe, beautiful place for you was always in the front of my mind. When I saw what the First Order was doing, I was furious. Furious at their cruelty, for their principles, for endangering the life I had planned for us," said Poe, forcefully.

"Us?" you repeated, confused.

"I had to go with Leia to make sure that there would be an end, a peace for us to live," he said, moving closer to you. "For things to go back to the way they were."

"I... I didn't..." you mumbled, shaking your head.

"So three years of promising you everything? Talking about where we would live, how many kids we'd have, what we wanted to spend the rest of our lives doing? That's just...?" said Poe, trailing off as he gestured vaguely.

You regained your composure, and your bitterness. Your hands found your hips.

"I let that all fade with my juvenile concept of love. I knew we'd never be together again. I often wondered if I would ever even see you again," you snapped. "When you joined the navy, I saw that as the end of us."

Poe sighed, hanging his head, his fingers moving to his brow.

"I didn't realize you felt that way, baby," he whispered.

"Yeah? Well, when was the last time we even talked to one another?" you said, trying not to shout.

"We talk all the time," said Poe, defensively.

"Not about personal stuff. We talk about missions and plans and people and ships and Leia. When was the last time we talked?" you repeated. 

Poe sighed again.

"We caught up when we joined the Resistance, but before that... My graduation?" he admitted tentatively.

You nodded, feeling the tears prick your eyes now.

"You tried to keep me up to date with your life in the navy," you said shakily. "But by the second year, the messages stopped coming and I saw that as a message itself. You'd moved on with your life." 

"Aw, baby," said Poe, his body language betraying his guilt. "I'm so sorry. I have no excuse for letting you slip away like that, but I swear on all the stars in the sky I never stopped thinking about you, living for you, loving you!"

"I had no idea what you were doing or where you were when I decided to join the Resistance," you said. You laughed softly and said, "I knew it was what you would do in my place."

Poe shared your little laugh, waiting for you to finish. 

You sniffled and continued, "When I stepped off that lander and found you had arrived the day before..."

"I knew it was destiny," said Poe, quickly, perhaps a little too emphatically.

You rolled your eyes, but he continued, "I believed that the Force had brought you back to me so we could fight this fight together."

You frowned and looked away for a moment.

"I had no idea how you felt, how you'd been feeling since I left. If I'd had an inkling, baby, I would have had you come live at the barracks with me," said Poe, looking expectantly up at you.

"Smartass," you grumbled. "Only spouses can li..." 

Poe smiled. You furrowed your brow and studied his face.

"I had planned on waiting 'til I had made upper officer and could afford to support us both, but if it would have kept us together, I would have happily married you then," he said, smiling wistfully.

"I've been hurting a long time, Poe," you said, unable to think of any more advanced arguments.

"I know, baby," he said, only a foot between you now. "And I'm so, so sorry. All I'm asking is if there's anything left between us but resentment and hurt."

You hid your face in your hands as a decade of tears caught up with you. Poe took you in his arms without hesitation as you gave in to sobs. When you said something through the wet and his shirt, he pulled you back a bit.

"What was that, baby?" 

You sniffled and said, between two big sobs, "I never stopped loving you."

Poe smiled affectionately as he said, "I never doubted it. But I needed to hear it. I love you like a dumb farm kid loves the prettiest girl in school." 

"Who the fuck is sh-she?" you sobbed. 

Poe barked out a laugh that shook you, squeezing you tightly to his chest. You hid your face so he wouldn't see you grinning through your tears.

"All I need is half a chance to ace a mission," he said, rubbing lazy circles across your back. "Tell me I got something."

"It's more than a chance," you sniffled, resting your chin on his shoulder, holding him as tight now as he did you. "But it won't be easy."

"Nothing worth doing is," said Poe, holding you out to look you over. "And have I ever done anything easy?"

You were unable to prevent the vulgar snort that escaped when you said, "Me!"

Poe spun you around joyfully as your laughter reverberated around the valley, bouncing around the echoes of the skyrockets.

"I said nothing worth doing is easy, baby," he said, squeezing you so tight you thought you would pass out.

For just a moment, you were teenagers again, filled with hope, bursting with love like the lights in the sky.

You watched the lights in Poe's eyes a long time before noticing he kept looking at your mouth.

"Are you for real, right now?" you asked dryly.

His voice was solemn though when he said, "I feel like I'm gonna die if I don't."

You didn't have a quip to counter that. You were dumbstruck by the tender look on his face. You smiled softly and leaned in, brushing your nose against the side of his.

Poe closed his eyes and smiled for a moment before pressing his mouth to yours. Firmly at first, in his enthusiasm, then softly as he relearned your shape and feel and taste.

You had forgotten how soft and beautiful a kiss was when backed by such powerful affection. It was dizzying. You grew unsteady on your feet, but Poe held you tightly, tipping you back like in the dramas.

You looked up and saw the last skyrocket burst behind his head, marking the end of the celebration with a giant blossom of gold sparks. The night was suddenly quiet and dark.

You found yourself laying in the grass, Poe holding you against him, kissing you deeply.

You held his face in your hands and said, "It won't be like the first time." 

"Why?" he asked, suddenly solemn.

"Skyrocket show is over," you said, grinning and nodding towards the empty sky.

Poe's face went from surprise to annoyance to pure seduction in the span of three seconds.

"We can make our own," he purred, tickling your sides until you squealed.

The only sound in the night was your giddy laughter as you rolled around in the grass, kissing and teasing each other to the point of whimsy.

Maybe you weren't kids carving your initials in a blackbark tree at the edge of the Damerons' koyo field. You would never be that way again. But maybe what you were making now was more important, more enduring: a bond built on trust, love, experience, honesty. Indelibly etching your names on the new galaxy you would rebuild together. It wouldn't be easy by any means. But if Poe refused to give up on you, you'd be damned if you gave up on him.

[kbstories]

Axiomatic

ax·i·om·at·ic (adj.) Self-evident; unquestionable.

The best part of battle is the afterparty.

(Or: Kidd wears a fur coat, Killer is thirsty. Zoro is there until he isn’t.)

Tags: Established Relationship, Drinking, Fluff and Smut, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, It’s a PWP what can I say?

Read Chapter 1 here. Post-Wano setting. Content warning for mentions of Body Dysmorphia (relating to Killer).

***

Killer is drunk.

Technically he’s tipsy and on-his-way-to-drunk. There’s a bottle of sake in his hand, half-full or half-empty depending where his head is in a given moment. The straw between his lips is growing brittle, already frayed at the edge – he’s been toying with it rather than drinking for a while now, distracted by the feast running its course below.

With his ass firmly planted on the stone weight of one of the roofs – the inn’s, perhaps? Killer can’t recall why he got up here, much less which house it is – he’s got a view over all of Okobore Town, from where the outskirts are swallowed by the Wasteland to the pitiful square still lit by the bonfire’s embers. Whoever’s in charge of feeding the flames has obviously left their post or followed the siren song of free booze. They wouldn’t be the first to do so, the streets littered with those passed out or making out or both, somehow.

It reminds Killer a little of home. Well, the place they used to call home, him and Kidd, a town so small it isn’t really worth considering it one. Nothing more than the scrapyard of the bustling capital right next door with the people to match: Too poor to live, too stubborn to die and so they got carried along, forgotten by history.

Same bullshit, different island, Killer muses via the wisdom of too much sake in his blood. Different ocean altogether, and there’s no fondness in that.

Home isn’t a place for Killer but a feeling, the one he gets with full sails fluttering above and Kidd up front, hair wild in the wind.

Freedom’s a fickle thing, as quickly lost as it is gained with how complacent the masses tend to get. At sea it’s just them and their ship against the elements, life and death a matter of seeing the storm coming and having the guts to spit in its face.

Alone on that roof, Killer grins around the straw. That’s the shit worth living for, day after day after day.

Down there is Kidd, the red flash of his hair one Killer seeks out by sheer habit; his silhouette against the dying bonfire is imposing, that ridiculous coat hanging big and imperial off his shoulders. If he focuses, Killer could probably make out what he’s yelling about with… Strawhat’s navigator? Killer squints, infusing his sight with Haki where the dark and the holes in his mask fail him.

Yeah, that’s Nami. She says something, hands on expensive fur. She’s grinning, innocent and cunning all at once and that’s why they call her a cat, huh?

Killer considers cranking up the audio sensitivity on his helmet. Considers it, and tosses the thought right out the metaphorical window. Kidd’s a big boy, he can defend his precious coat from a thief. Nami, presumably, also knows what she’s getting into, poking the bear like that.

A long sip of sake later and Killer nods to himself. A good, rational choice.

His bottle is decidedly past half-empty when Roronoa Zoro finds him. Killer is not surprised, has felt him wandering around for a while now – there are two bottles of sake in his hands, his gait utterly steady despite the rosy tinge to his cheeks.

A heavy drinker, Killer’s heard that. He polishes off his drink to gesture to one of Zoro’s.

 “You’ve got good timing, Pirate Hunter.”

“Who says it’s for you?”, Zoro asks with a snort, and gives him the second bottle anyways. When he sits, he does so with the kind of controlled grace many of Wano’s people wield, that flawless rigidity speaking of a life of discipline.

The way he drinks is the exact opposite of that. Interesting.

Killer concentrates on getting the straw through the narrow neck of the pitcher for a moment. The first sip proves it’s decent stuff; Killer’s mouth shapes itself around a pleased hum.

“You ever think about why the Marines call us what they do?”

It certainly makes Killer pause. Zoro doesn’t seem like the kind of guy to dabble in meaningless small talk – then again, what does Killer know? He turns his head to be able to see the look on Zoro’s face, watches the man nurse his sake with a pensive expression.

“‘Pirate Hunter’… Been a pirate longer than I was hunting ‘em. They could get the hint, y’know.”

They’re doing this, then. Pretending they weren’t at each other’s throats a mere week or two ago, like Zoro didn’t witness the side of Killer he loathes enough to hide it, always.

Fine. Killer can roll with that. “Which would you prefer? ‘Demon of the East Blue’?”

Zoro laughs and it’s so easy for him. “Now that’s one I haven’t heard in a while. You’ve been snooping, huh?”

“Sure as fuck not going into an alliance blind”, says Killer and it’s a bit pointed, a bit of a warning. They came back from war mere days ago but there’s room for blood when it comes to protecting their own.

“Mh. Wonder what that’s like.”

… Right. The guy’s the right hand of Strawhat Luffy, after all.

They drink, and Killer watches his captain. “The Marines don’t know shit, anyways.” A low hum to his side, prompting. Agreeing, perhaps. “Incompetent bastards thought I was the one to look out for when we made ourselves known, back in South Blue.”

“So ‘Massacre Soldier’ was, what, a misunderstanding?”

That makes Killer chuckle, a low ff ff ff sound. “Nah. Just that Kidd’s worse.”

“Ah.”

And it seems whatever else Zoro wants to add to that will have to wait. Even from afar Killer can feel it when Kidd’s eyes land on him and he sighs. “Speak of the devil. You might wanna get out of here.”

The sake stops on its way to Zoro’s mouth. “Huh?”

“Just giving you a fair warning, ’s all. Kidd kinda hates your guts over the whole”, a vague gesture to his own chest, “thing. He likes to keep grudges.”

“… Huh?”

Killer shrugs. It’s too late anyways. “Here he comes.”

“Hey! You!”

It doesn’t matter if he’s tipsy or drunk or whatever: Wrangling Kidd is something Killer grew up doing, and he stares him down now as Kidd pulls himself towards them by the metal in Killer’s mask. Hands up, no hesitation – Killer catches Kidd by the scruff of his coat, an arm winding around Kidd’s waist with enough strength to crush a smaller man and barely enough to drag this particular fool away.

To his credit, Zoro stays exactly where he is, his face blooming into something strangely close to delight. “Hah! You weren’t kidding.”

“Never am”, Killer tells him. He’s wheezing a little with how hard Kidd is struggling against his grip. “Captain! Fucking hell, you promised.”

“Didn’t promise shit”, Kidd hisses, a distinct slur to his words that Killer recognizes without trouble. Wasted indeed. “Roronoa! Hands off my partner!”

Zoro laughs – not the best of moves, Killer thinks with a wince – until his swords start vibrating. The smile drops real fast, then, becoming more of a tense smirk as he grabs on to that white katana of his.

“Oi, Spikey. Play nice now.”

All Kidd does is redouble his efforts, a whirlwind of bulging muscle in Killer’s arms and oh, Killer has had it. He presses his face against Kidd’s neck, his mouth only an inch or two away from his ear where they’re separated by Killer’s mask.

“Eustass fucking Kidd”, he growls. “Stop it or I will end you.”

Wasted or not, a shudder goes through his partner at that. It always does when Killer says his name like that. Killer knows, whatever happens now:

They both have a long night ahead of them.

*

Frantic hands, gasps of breath, lipstick smeared beyond hope between one kiss and the next. A moan, quiet against the sounds of belts being undone.

Killer pushes Kidd, gaze on him and only him as he bounces a little on the bed – their bed – and stares up at Killer. Eyes red as dusk, shining with the feral grin on his lips.

Killer gets on his knees for Kidd, always for him, and even if his blood wasn’t a-buzz with residue anger and alcohol, the way Kidd says “Fuck, Killer, yes” would get him there for sure. Trembling with it, Killer’s fingers hook into the waistband of Kidd’s pants to pull him closer, just where he wants him.

Kidd’s boots land on solid ground with a wooden thud. Legs splayed and Killer in the middle.

“You always have to make a mess”, Killer tells him, holds him down with one hand and the other working on his fly, “always so reckless”, and fuck, Kidd’s hard already. Hot and velvet-smooth in Killer’s palm and Killer forgets about chewing him out, for a moment.

It’s been weeks. Weeks since they’ve had time for this, hell, since Killer could even think about needing Kidd beyond the comfort his mere presence brings. With that infernal smile on his lips and his lungs clenching around the need to laugh, nothing would’ve come of it anyways.

Killer leans over and breathes Kidd in, gives him a gentle kiss, over the delicate vein that throbs under his lips. “We’re not done”, he lets him know, voice having lost most of its edge; Kidd laughs, runs a hand through the messy bangs falling into Killer’s eyes.

“I sure hope not. C’mon, don’t–”

Whatever Killer isn’t supposed to do gets lost in a moan. Kidd is big in Killer’s mouth, big and so familiar and Killer feels Kidd’s fingers tighten where they make a desperate grab for his hair. It makes him groan around the cock sliding over his tongue, again as he swallows around him and Kidd’s thighs jolt under the weight pinning them down.

Kidd is loud, it’s who he is, but there’s something about the cut-off calls of Killer’s name that gets to him. That makes him throw any sense of taking things slow to the wind and suck cock like he means it, lids fluttering shut and painted lips wide as he takes his captain as far down as he can get him without choking.

It’s been a while and it feels so good.

“Just like that, K. Keep goin’ just like that, don’t stop, fuck–”

And Killer feels his muscles shift under his hand, fingers splayed across Kidd’s abs straining with the need to move. Later, he might let him – can feel his own cock ache in too-tight jeans with the thought of Kidd holding him down and using him until he’s sated.

For now, he wants to get Kidd off, to hear his voice crack as it only does when he’s trembling on that edge.

It doesn’t take long at all, Killer’s lips and tongue and mouth dragging him there with no mercy for how breathless Kidd gets. “Kil”, Kidd gasps a warning; Killer hums, pulls off to catch the tip between his lips and jack him off the rest of the way, his hand easily gliding over spit-slick skin–

Kidd comes just like that, spilling into Killer’s mouth in twitching spurts. Given the garbage Kidd calls a diet he doesn’t taste the best but it’s Kidd, it’s the man Killer has hardwired his brain to adore no matter what. Killer moans softly, reaches down to rub himself as Kidd’s fingers release their death grip and sort of… pet him instead.

“Fuck me, darling, next time I’m horny I’ll just piss you off on purpose.”

Wiping his mouth, Killer huffs, “You already do that”, follows the trail of red leading up to Kidd’s navel with his lips. “You’re insufferable.” Licks along the valleys of his ripped stomach to kiss away the sweat gathering in the scar bisecting his pecs. “And we’re not done.”

Kidd rumbles a groan, pulls Killer into an open-mouthed kiss. The cold touch of metal worms its way under Killer’s shirt, in stark contrast to the need in Killer’s veins. It makes him shiver. “Kidd”, whispers Killer into that filthy kiss and it sounds like please, like more.

“Mh, I got you. Take this off, baby, let me see you.”

A demanding tug to Killer’s jeans. Killer doesn’t think twice about it: It’s a relief to get rid of them, the fabric starting to cling to his legs with how hot he’s running, and Killer throws off his boots and shirt to places unknown while he’s at it. Rolls his shoulders where they’re still a bit stiff from carrying his scythes all day.

Kidd is watching him, a hand on his own cock even if it won’t get hard quite yet. Leaning back in a sea of fur with the effortless grace of a king and the look of arrogant expectation to match. Killer meets it as he ties his hair into a loose knot to get it somewhat out of the way, nodding at him.

“You too. Or do you want me to tear ‘em off of you?”

How dark Kidd’s eyes can get. Those are his favorite pants though – Killer decides to be nice about it, unties Kidd’s boots enough for him to kick them off and save the rest of his clothes from an untimely demise.

Well, most of them. When Kidd makes to shrug off the coat Killer stops him. “Keep it.” His hands are on those suede-clad shoulders he’s been salivating over for hours now. “Keep the fur, Kidd”, an order he has no right to give, fingers clawed as they burrow between that softness and a heat that’s all Kidd.

It gets a look of genuine surprise out of Kidd. That, along with a pleased smile, closed-lipped. “Like it that much, do ya?”

Killer hums, “It’s soft”, kisses him, hides his own smile against demanding lips and the warning bite of teeth. “Makes me want to fuck you on it. Got a problem with that?”

“Shit, you kidding? Let’s ruin it.”

As much as he’s an impudent little shit anywhere else, here, coming alive under Killer, Kidd is all eager compliance and greedy hands across Killer’s back; it shouldn’t be as addicting as it is, the notion that this – the needy panting in his ear, the flush high in Kidd’s cheeks and spilling down to his chest – is all Killer’s. Only his, nobody else’s.

Killer slows down, then. Once Kidd has scrambled for the slick they keep around and Killer’s got his hands warmed up, he takes his time. Pushes one of Kidd’s legs to the side, keeps him there while he stretches Kidd finger by finger and fuck, he’s tight, clenching impatiently where Killer pushes in knuckle-deep.

“You’re killing me”, Kidd says, whines really, easily worked up by the twist of Killer’s fingers in him. Kidd’s prosthetic clings to Killer’s shoulder, his other hand in his own hair and tugging. “I’m ready, just – get in there!”

Killer is willing to rush a lot. Not this, though, never this.

“Shut up and relax”, he grumbles but he kisses Kidd, too, along the jagged edges of the scar down his face and his neck to suck on his clavicle. Kidd moans shamelessly, hips bucking into Killer’s curling fingers as he adds another.

Seeking that burning stretch before Killer can stop him. Killer curses, pulls out.

“Don’t complain later. You wanted this.”

Kidd tosses his head back into the covers and laughs. “Yesss. Fuck me, c’mon.”

Smug asshole. More slick, dripping from Killer’s cock to the fur below. The glide of his hand as he spreads it is already a lot, the sight of Kidd’s muscular neck bared and vulnerable hitting Killer somewhere instinctive, primal.

Deep down, Killer doesn’t want to wait either. He props himself up on one elbow, a mere inch or two separating their faces – and he stares at Kidd when he guides himself inside. At the way his mouth goes a little slack with it, the flare of his nose at the threadbare breath that follows.

“Good”, Killer tells him, catches Kidd’s gaze that’s barely past half-lidded. Licks over his bottom lip and kisses him, chaste as to not distract him from that first, long thrust.

“Doing so well, Kidd, almost there.”

Kidd feels sinful around him, warm and fluttering with tension that melts under the gentle thrusts Killer opens him up with. Leaning up to nip at Killer’s beard, his chin, and Killer indulges him, pushes his tongue into his mouth, slowly, languidly. Swallowing the soft noises Kidd makes as Killer hoists him up higher in his lap, Killer’s knees sliding apart in sleek fur.

He fucks him just like that, arms steady around Kidd and locking him in place when Killer finds a pace he can keep up for a while. Kidd fights it at first, he always does, not the kind of man to lie there and take it – Killer nuzzles his jaw, “It’s okay, let go, let go”, words that he knows Kidd needs to hear, cocky as he may act. Kidd’s breath shudders out of him and he does, finally relenting against the angle that makes him come undone each and every time.

Letting Killer sink in to the hilt and he groans, bites at Kidd’s throat and the pulse thundering there. “Good, so good for me.”

He rocks them both, hard enough to make Kidd shift against the fur. Kidd’s legs tighten where they’re tangled with Killer’s and he whimpers, far enough out of his head not to care what he sounds like anymore. A sound that burns in Killer’s gut, his chest, mouth open and panting over Kidd’s skin as he does it again and again and again.

It’s Kidd’s fingers going for the bundle of Killer’s hair and holding on; the feeling of Kidd’s prosthetic drawing red, stinging lines down the length of Killer’s back. “Kidd”, Killer mutters, demands, “Kidd–”

Kidd pulls at blonde strands coming loose, hard. “Whatever you want, K. Whatever you want, please–”

Voice gone, hoarse with the things Killer is doing to him.

Something in Killer snaps. The coat is torn open: Killer hears some of the seams pop in some places and he doesn’t care, mind and soul focused on turning Kidd around and getting him on his hands and knees.

“Fuck”, Kidd half-gasps, half-moans, “fuck–”

Then Killer is inside him again, sweating skin slapping against sweating skin, and his lips trace the shivers racing up Kidd’s spine, the faint freckles dotting Kidd’s shoulders. Kidd, Kidd, Kidd, his senses sharp as knives and hands roaming over what’s his, all his.

Whatever sounds Kidd is making, they are beyond words as he drops to his elbows and bends his back, pushing back into every hard shove of Killer’s hips. Killer moans, loud and breathless – feels Kidd clench around him and he gets a hand on Kidd’s cock, hard and leaking all over the coat, that fucking coat.

For the second time Kidd’s voice trembles, breaks apart on a high ah! as Killer squeezes him tight, so tight. Kidd comes around a choked noise and Killer keeps fucking him, his own peak tantalizingly in reach, not quite–

Kidd goes utterly boneless but there’s determination in the sliver of his eyes, the rasp of “keep goin’, want to feel ya”, and Killer grabs onto his hair just to tilt his head to the side and kiss him.

Over and over Killer takes him, covering Kidd with his bulk and it melts his brain, how Kidd just lets him. How Killer doesn’t have to hold back with him, going as deep as he possibly can and barely coming up for air until he loses himself in it, in Kidd.

Shaking apart above him, head bowed against the nape of Kidd’s neck. Killer rolls the last few thrusts just to feel how slick Kidd is, how well he takes him like this.

After that: A head full of static, numb limbs, cooling sweat.

“Hey, Kil.”

It’s Kidd’s voice that guides him back, “You there?”, the gentle motions of Kidd’s hand brushing the tie out of Killer’s hair and letting it fall around them. Killer pushes into that touch, humming. So comfortable.

“Babe, I kinda need to breathe here.”

Killer laughs and it’s fine like that, low and muffled against Kidd’s neck. “That so?”, he mumbles but he gets the hint, pushing himself to the side with a tired groan.

“Mmh. My head’s all fuzzy.”

“Yeah?” A hand slaps down on Killer’s chest, rough knuckles rubbing over the half-healed wound there. “From drinking or from fucking me to oblivion?”

Ff ff ff, Killer makes. He feels so light.

“Both, probably.”

Yeah, Killer is allowed a little smugness, too: Kidd’s hair is all mussed, lips red from kissing, neck covered in fresh, rose-colored bruises. Well used and looking like he doesn’t plan on moving even if the Punk’s cannons started firing around them.

Definitely worth slaying the coat over, Killer decides.

Still, when Killer takes Kidd’s hand in his, it’s all tenderness. Killer’s thumb brushes over Kidd’s knuckles, the same spot he presses a soft kiss to. Kidd lets him, squeezing back.

Their fingers entangle without really having to think about it, years of partnership in a single touch; and with the Punk's gentle sway all around them, they allow themselves to drift.

[purplesurveys]

1147

Have you ever overflown a bathtub? Hmm, I can’t remember ever doing that.

Why did you ignore the last person you ignored? My new manager, Kata, messaged me a bunch of links to EXO’s videos to get me into them – I looooove that she’s friendly and we vibe super well so I have a feeling will be close soon enough, but I’m still a bit shy so I ignored her for a bit while I was thinking of a reply haha. I’ve since gotten back to her, though.

What's your favorite pizza place? Yellow Cab’s pizzas have never failed me. Mama Lou’s is good too, but they don’t deliver to my area so I haven’t had their pizzas and any of their food in over a year now.

What was the last stupid thing someone talked you into believing? That we can stay friends. I believed it for a while and it was so mentally and emotionally deteriorating for me, so I did the right thing and let go instead.

What's at the top of your to do list in life? Save. I’m superrrrr frugal with my money and hate spoiling myself. I’d rather enjoy everything in the future once I feel like it’s right to settle down.

What's a song that would describe your life at the moment? What Type of X by Jessi. Maybe not my life, but the song certainly matches my mood these days.

Do you ever scream at inanimate objects? Occasionally, if they’re not working or if I accidentally hurt myself with them.

What was the last thing that you shared? I just had lunch delivered to Angela’s place as a surprise, if that counts. I got her chicken wings and these chocolate chip cookies she’s always wanted to try. It feels really nice surprising people with gifts; I might start making it a habit :) I have to credit my director Bea for it - she’s been having food delivered to mine and Kata’s places recently and I just want to pay it forward.

What smell/s can you absolutely not stand? Fruits. We constantly have a stock of oranges because my parents and sister like having them after dinner, and the smell is nauseating. Spoiled food is also high up on my list, and the general smell in Manila is also very foul. Go to other places in the Philippines if you’ll ever visit!!!

Do you ever eat leftover pizza cold? Yessssssssssssssss. Idk why but I find it really good? like even if I eat it straight out of the fridge.

Where are you the most ticklish? The sides of my stomach and around my neck.

Would you put your life in danger to rescue someone? Someone absolutely important to me, yes.

When you're wanting a midnight snack, what do you normally get? I usually don’t really like the snacks we have in our pantry so unless I already had food delivered earlier in the evening I just let the hunger fade because I don’t like having food delivered that late anyway.

Which cartoon character would you want to keep as a pet? Buster from Toy Story. Or Maximus from Tangled but in dog form, because I don’t know how to care for a horse.

What color best represents you? Something peaceful like off-white, or a pastel shade.

Do you like marshmallows? I hate them.

What is your favorite flavor of candy cane? I also don’t like candy canes, or candy in general. Too sweet and I can always feel how unhealthy they are whenever I have to have them.

Do you have any shoeboxes full of old photos/letters/other memorable stuff? My mom has several plastic bags filled with photographs over the last few decades. As for me, I don’t own any memory boxes; but recently, I’ve been sticking up notes from my friends and co-workers up on my corkboard.

Are you in any way double jointed? Nope.

Have you ever considered a career in music/acting? Never. I never liked singing in public and I’ve never considered acting.

When was the last time you felt seriously embarrassed? A few days ago when I accidentally turned my camera on during a work Zoom meeting while I looked completely unpresentable. Luckily I knew I clicked the button and immediately un-clicked it, but my video still showed up for like 0.001 seconds lol.

Have you ever liked a song, looked up the lyrics to it, then hated it? I don’t think I’ve gone so far as to hate it. I have felt slightly disturbed upon hearing the lyrics of some songs I’ve taken a liking to though; and Cherry Wine by Hozier certainly ticks off this box.

Which is worse for you: being hot, or being cold? Hot, which is why living where I do doesn’t work with me well for the most part.

What would be the icing on the cake for you this Christmas? Get nicer gifts for my loved ones. I was able to get everyone presents last Christmas, but given that I had just received my first-ever salary then, I wasn’t able to go all out as much as I would’ve liked. I’d love to spoil my loved ones even more for next Christmas.

If you had the opportunity to live forever, would you take it? Probably, as long as I was guaranteed to live comfortably. I’d love to see how else technology can continue to improve.

Have you made someone happy today? I hope so, when I got Angela food earlier.

Do you generally watch a lot of television? I do watch my favorite shows a lot, but not on television. Most of my content I already consume online.

If your bedroom walls could talk, what would they most likely say? They’d probably go over all the shit I had to go through and the ensuing breakdowns they’ve had to watch from me over the years.

What's your favorite Christmas song? It’s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas, because it makes me feel festive.

Did you ever really believe in Santa Claus? Only for a brief moment when I was introduced to the concept, but kid-me never bought it because he never showed up.

Do you like the band Relient K? I’ve heard of the band name but I’m largely unfamiliar with them.

Have you ever seen a movie that was better than the book it was based on? Maybe, but for the most part I usually find the books to be better.

Do you like quesadillas? Yes, omg and with jalapeños and cheese *chef’s kiss*

Did you like the show Invader Zim? Nope.

Do you think tomorrow will be a good day? I feel like I’ll be sullen because it will be Sunday again, but I still plan on making the most out of it.

Do you ever talk to yourself? A lot.

Whose butt did you last slap? Idk, probably my ex.

Do you think that chivalry is dead? I don’t think so, but I also think it’s a bit outdated.

What's the greatest/most influential song you've ever heard? That’s a lot of pressure on a song... as much as I don’t really like The Beatles, I’d say Hey Jude has been pretty influential.

What's the weirdest thing you've seen in a grocery store? Not sure. If I had thought something I’ve seen was the weirdest thing ever, I would’ve taken a photo.

What is true love to you? Sacrifices.

Do you like chocolate milk? YES, lactose intolerance be damned.

Have you ever bought yourself a present on Christmas? Not yet. I hope to be able to this year!

Have you ever been on a mechanical bull? Nope, but I’d definitely get on one if I find one here.

Do you prefer to pull off band-aids slowly or quickly? Slowly. Actually, I prefer running water over it until it just slides off.

Have you made a mistake in the past week? I am constantly making tiny mistakes at work.

What was the last weird thing you said to someone? Idk, I feel like all the conversations I’ve had recently didn’t involve any inside jokes or general weirdness.

Have you ever met any bands/band members before? I got to work with one - Redd is the drummer for a local band but he’s since resigned to work with another company.

Have you ever sat on a copy machine and made copies of your butt? No. I’ve never even used a copy machine.

Are you a camera whore? Not at all, I hate posing for the camera.

Have you ever purposely dropped someone's toothbrush in a toilet? Never even considered it.

What kind of mood are you in right now? A little sad because it’s the weekend and I can’t even do my weekend coffee shop trips anymore because Covid cases are experiencing another surge (9000 cases a day!!!), protocols are everywhere again, and my parents already told me I can’t go out...those moments were my rare time alone where I can take walks and reflect and whatnot (and not to mention experieince air conditioning for a few hours), so it sucks to have to be stuck at home again. There’s not much to do at home to begin with, so now I’m just stuck in a cycle of taking surveys and finding videos to watch on YouTube.

What was the last thing someone told you that had you at a loss for words? I was ranting to Andi about how I started despising Diane from BoJack Horseman the moment she flipped out over Mr. Peanutbutter gifting her an entire library. I get where she’s coming from, of course, “understand people’s love language” and all that; but I felt like the very hostile reaction was super uncalled for and it reminded me a lot of my relationship with Gabie – I liked giving and giving, but it was either 1) never enough or 2) apparently the wrong way to show her love, and I was always the one punished for it in the end. I told Andi that because of my experience with her, I don’t even feel like giving a library (metaphorically speaking) to any future significant others anymore because of how hard I had it with her. 

Anyway, they gave me some advice about it and in the end they told me, “One day, someone will tell you, “Thank you for your library.’” It was very beautifully put and I struggled to find the words to reply.

What's something that always makes you smile, regardless of what’s going on? I’m not sure there is such a no-fail thing.

What was that last thing that you bought online? Food for Angela.

Do you enjoy riding around town looking at Christmas lights? Yeah, but the general mood for last year obviously wasn’t super festive and there weren’t as much lights, so it’s been a while since I’ve seen my village all decked out.

Is there someone that you're mean to for no good reason? No, that’s terrible.

What was the last thing you got out of the freezer? The coffee ice cream that I bought from Leigh yesterday! It’s crazy fucking good and I already feel a repeat order coming through.

Are you currently reading anything? No.

What's a good book you'd recommend? I don’t read anymore. I know child/teen-me would be very disappointed.

[there-must-be-a-lock]

Ocean Eyes

Sam x Reader

Word Count: ~1870

Warnings: Gratuitous ocean metaphors, Sam being his panty-melting hotdorable self. 

A/N: Remember how I was going to write ~200 words of fluff, just to switch gears for a day? Remember how it spiraled wildly out of control and I thought it’d end up more like ~1000 words? Um, yeah. That wasn’t quite right either. Fuck me, I’m long-winded. Partly inspired by Billie Eilish’s song “Ocean Eyes,” which was recommended to me by @dawnie1988, who is basically just the best. 

She noticed the sweater before she was fully awake. 

She’d fallen asleep in the backseat of the Impala, curled up sideways with her knees tucked up to her chest. It had been warm that morning, but she wasn’t prepared for the chill of October in New England when the sun set and the temperature dropped rapidly; she had a vague memory of shivering, trying to huddle tighter against the seat, as she started to doze off somewhere around New Hampshire.

So she noticed the unexpected warmth, first.  

Then it was the scent. It was familiar, and so was the maddening twist of heat she felt, the gut-wrenching spike of need, followed by the certainty that everything was right in the world. It was a combination of sweet-safe-comfortable and ohgodwant that only Sam could make her feel. 

She could never put her finger on what that smell was, exactly. She could never conjure it up in her memory when she was away from him, but no matter how long it had been since she’d seen him, the first hug had her inhaling deep and remembering: right, of course, how could I forget? It was just Sam. That smell meant Sam, and Sam meant she was safe. 

She snuggled in deeper, rubbing her cheek on the soft fabric impulsively, before she’d even opened her eyes. 

Her sleepy brain was slow to put the pieces together, but she got there eventually. 

It must’ve been the dark charcoal-grey sweater he’d worn the previous day. It brought out the grey in his eyes; she remembered the way her stomach flipped when she saw him. They’d been working a case in a quiet seaside town in Maine. His eyes had looked steely, but they glinted gold at the edges when the light hit them right, just like the last rays of sun slanting through stormclouds and flashing off the distant ripples of the sea. She smiled at the memory. 

Someone snuffled and snorted in their sleep. 

She opened her eyes. Sam was the first thing she saw: sprawled out next to her with his cheek against the headrest, long limbs at awkward angles in the confines of the car, looking right back at her. He didn’t look away or try to pretend that he hadn’t been staring. Even in the dim not-quite-dawn light, she could see the strange, wild expression on his face, focused intently on her. It was the way he looked when they were in the final stages of solving a case, racing toward the conclusion. He was watching her like she was the last missing piece of a puzzle. 

“Morning,” she mumbled. She blinked, trying not to stare, but it was no use. He was too fucking beautiful to be real sometimes. 

“Sleep well?” he asked, quiet and hoarse. 

She nodded. “Thanks for the blanket.” 

“You needed to rest, after that fight. How’s your shoulder? Let me check it out?” 

She scooted over a little and he leaned in to meet her in the middle. She tilted her head to the side and kept her eyes on Dean, snoring in the driver’s seat. Cas was mirroring him on the passenger side. It was much safer to look at them than to acknowledge how close Sam was. 

His long fingers were careful and gentle as he tugged at her shirt, exposing the gauze-covered cut where her neck met her shoulder, and pulled up the corner of the bandage. She could feel his breath, just a feather-light tickle of warm air. She shivered. 

“Still cold?” Sam asked.  

She was still wrapped in his sweater. His proximity was making her feel overheated, if anything: a flush in her cheeks, a tingle starting low in her gut. 

“No.” 

Sam’s fingertips brushed ever so slightly over swollen skin as he smoothed the edges of the bandage back down. 

“Looks okay. We’ll wrap it better when we get home.” 

He wasn’t pulling away. He tugged her shirt back into place and then he was touching her again, running his fingers gently down the side of her neck. His hand cupped her shoulder, his big palm curling around the curve of it, and his thumb rubbed a little circle, massaging the muscle there. Her breath caught in her throat. 

She went utterly still for a moment. It was nothing, or it should’ve been nothing, nothing more than a sweet touch between friends, Sam taking care of her and grounding her and reassuring her as fucking always… but the simple pressure of his thumb under her collarbone was lighting every nerve ending in her body on fire. Her exhale was more like an uneven, shuddery sigh, mortifyingly loud in the close confines of the car. 

Sam snatched his hand away abruptly. 

The silence felt thick and hot. 

“I need some air,” she bit out, and she untangled herself from his sweater hastily, shoving it back onto the seat without looking at him. He made a little noise, an indistinct protest, but she was already fumbling for the door handle, easing it open as quietly as she could, clumsy with sleep and cramped muscles. 

The Impala was parked next to the ocean. Out over the water, where the sea met the sky, she could see the first hints of pink and lilac blossoming at the horizon, but almost everything else in her field of vision was a deep, monochromatic green-grey. The shore was a tumble of massive, weathered rocks, without any sort of welcoming bank that could be called a beach. A lone fisherman was silhouetted in the distance, perched at the end of a long jetty. Otherwise it was deserted: just some seagulls wheeling overhead in the sharp chilly breeze, and the car, and her. 

She stepped from the pavement to a boulder and started to pick her way down toward the water, hopping from crag to crag, stopping short of the slippery shine that marked the reach of the waves and their spray. There was a flat-enough stone there where she could stand without worrying about her balance. The wind was cutting right through her thin shirt. She wrapped her arms around herself and tried not to shiver. 

It was hard enough working with Sam and keeping her professional cool. Waking up next to that smile? God. This whole thing was just getting so pathetic, and that sigh might as well have been a moan. Her cheeks burned all over again as it replayed in her memory. 

The crashing waves covered the sound of his footsteps. By the time she heard and turned to look, he was close, stepping easily from one rock to the next where she’d had to jump and scramble to cover the distance. She turned her back to him and watched the sea, as if she could ever ignore him. 

She didn’t know what to say. It was a miracle he hadn’t realized, years ago, how she felt; it had to be written all over her face whenever she looked at him. It was inevitable, really, that he would figure it out eventually. Still, she wanted to squirm with embarrassment as she braced herself for the speech: I don’t see you like that… fuck. At least it’d be over soon. 

“I’m so sorry,” he said, barely audible under the sound of the water, and she turned just as he took the final step onto the rock. He found his footing and drew a deep breath. 

“What?” she blurted out. 

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. He grimaced. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have touched you like that. You must think I’m a fucking creep.” 

She stared at him blankly.  

He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes and heaved a sigh. “I know you don’t feel the same way. I’m sorry, I crossed a line. I don’t ever want to make you uncomfortable.” 

She spluttered wordlessly for a moment and then laughed, too shocked to hold it back, loud enough that he let his hands drop and looked at her with his eyes wide like a kicked puppy. 

“You fucking dumbass,” she said. Her voice cracked. 

With one unsteady step, she closed the gap between them, throwing him off-balance and almost knocking them both over as she grabbed him by the front of his flannel and pulled him close. 

He was frozen in surprise for a moment. The first kiss was quick and clumsy, a barely-there brush of her mouth over his lower lip, exploring the curve of it, and it was just as soft as she’d always imagined. 

“Oh,” he breathed. 

Then his hands were pressing her closer, one at her waist, one cupping the back of her neck, and he was leaning down to kiss her properly, mouth hot and sure, hungry, fucking desperate, like maybe he’d been waiting for this, too. 

She’d thought her nerve endings were on fire earlier. That was nothing, compared to the blaze wherever he touched her now: his palm on her back, his fingers tangling in her hair, the planes of his chest where she was crushed against him, his teeth nipping at her lower lip, his slick tongue dipping and probing and tasting like he was ready to devour her. He was everywhere, filling her senses, igniting something that had been smoldering in her chest for too long. 

Her legs were shaking. She pulled away, just enough to suck in a breath, and almost stumbled when Sam took a half-step back too. His hand cradled her cheek, tilting her face up to meet his eyes; he looked shell-shocked. 

His smile came slow at first. She watched it spread, dimples tugging, bitten-red lips curling, until his whole face was just glowing with it, with this pure sweet joy, shining too bright to look at for long.

“Dumbass,” she repeated breathlessly. 

He traced her jaw with one gentle fingertip, still grinning, and nodded. “So I’ve been told.” 

Neither of them spoke for a moment. The earth was spinning on its axis in spite of the seismic shift in her world. A seagull shrieked overhead, waves crashed and receded, the salty breeze bit at any exposed skin, and none of it mattered. If the tide had come in, if water had risen up to her waist, she wouldn’t have noticed until she was being swept out to sea. 

She thought about legends of sirens and their songs, and for a moment she sympathized with the sailors. 

“Sun’s coming up,” he said. She was startled out of her reverie long enough to spare a glance at the horizon, where rays of pink and orange were lancing through the lightening sky and dancing off the waves, painting them in hues of pastel peach. 

Sam’s smile outshone any sunrise she would ever see. 

His eyes were sparkling, rippling with shades of green and blue and gold in the weak early-morning light, kaleidoscopic and dizzying. She could drown in those eyes, if she wasn’t careful. 

She stood on tiptoe for a kiss and he leaned into it, dipping her backwards, so that she would’ve fallen without his steady hands at her waist. Her head was spinning. 

“Don’t let me sink,” she whispered, and he kissed her again, long and sweet, before answering. 

“If we go down, we go down together.” 

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[spearxwind]

OOF... i dont even have a theme for the major extinction characters sjlklfdhk. i dont.. i dont have most minor characters planned out even 

I WILL GIVE YOU HOWEVER, a song that’s been inspiring me for certain worldbuilding things (though i cant say much bc idk if itll end up showing in the story at all but you can have it!) 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XciV8HuNQLw  [it’s realm breaker, by mechina]

Oh man, im influenced by a bunch of art and comics but i couldnt pin down specific inspirations for those haha

as for the more broad sense, i also have a bunch of things! significantly, physics and space. it might not look like it but i think a lot about the logistics of things and whatever rules would exist in my universes etc. it does suck sometimes bc it prevents me from doing things just for the hell of it, but i love applying knowledge to things. and space has always been something really close to me, my dad’s an astrophysicist so ive been exposed to all sorts of cool knowledge about it since i was a wee bab 

i also really really love metaphors and symbolism, but rather than take inspiration from things i just use my own personal symbolism x) i put a lot of myself in what i do. which.. i guess could be said for many artists too so its not too special haha

and also as with many other artists, i AM fueled by spite significantly. specifically 1. for the people who once thought or who still think id never be good to do art, or that id never get better at what i do. 2. for people who draw wings wrong (especially professional people? what’s wrong with you. im begging you to look at a bird) 3. for people and companies that make terrible designs with terrible decisions (they fuel me to do better than them) 4. for people who believe that the only way to be good at art and design is to make overly complex and visually charged, detailed designs with many colors/hues (all my ocs are fairly simple and have the most limited colors kffhk) 

im sure there’s a lot more but ive spent a lot of time writing this out already and i cant really think of anything else so i hope this is a good enough answer!! 

god i do NOT have enough knowledge for this but what the fuck was up with the volturi lol. like fuckin, vampire goth club over there did nothing to change over hundreds of years, all of them still stuck in their medieval ways. i remember a plot point that was touched upon was that they had a specific person lure in a bunch of lost tourists through the sewer entrance so that the volturi could drink them and like ?? bro. how is this not investigated at any point, ever. like a shit ton of tourists just disappear ??? all the time?? and no one gives a fuck?? no investigation?? what do they do with the bodies?????

also, they were willing to blast the carlisle family into fucking orbit over Turning A Child (tm) into a vampire, but they had absolutely no qualms about vampire wars/soldiers where a lot of people were irresponsibly turned into neophytes for their strength (like jasper) or people who turned others just for the fuck of it or bc theyd have sickass powers (like benjamin. that was the sole reason for benjamin being turned. bc the dude could feel that benj would have cool powers and he absolutely did... he was a fucking avatar. controller of the elements. and he did absolutely jack shit in the books. im still so mad) 

but yeah anyway the volturi are big hypocrites. got nothing to say about their lifestyle and aesthetic tho bc italians just be like that

his horns and the spikes on his forearms and tail are rly solid and rly pointy so theyre about as dangerous as a solid, pointy big thing can be

the spikes on his neck and back are a lot softer though. theyre flat scales and are probably bendy, but still sturdy. they don’t have edges or anything so you wont be sliced up if you touch them but touching them is probably not too comfortable

alex would probably be a crocodile tbh! it’s one of the things i based his dragon form off of for the latest iteration, and i just think it fits him a lot (also its funny that crocodiles are water creatures but alex has a Big Dislike of water)

also i literally cannot see adri as anything other than a snake sklhfsdk. its what he is!! this is like asking someone’s favorite color but not letting them choose their actual favorite. do you want me to lie? do you want me to say something not true??

Honestly i always loved deer but refused to acknowledge it, especially to myself, and much less thought about having one as a sona bc “prey animals are lame” was rly prevalent in my circles for the longest time. everyone was a dragon or a wolf etc bc they wanted to be cool and so did i but i never vibed with it it took me a rly long time to just accept that i rly liked deer haha and i think what made me decide on it in the end was ‘well i can make a deer more monstery if i wanted to, i have that power’ and so i did  then later i tied the whole ‘wrong deer’ aesthetic to my own personal symbolism of always being picked on by many until i got sick of it and learned to stand up for myself. my sona is something that’s not for people to prey on anymore, and so am i c:

honestly? ive never thought about it. im not too knowledgeable about dnd still so i dont think id be able to do them justice

ive thought about making dnd encounters based off of my ocs thought (like, how their powers would work turn/mechanic wise) but if i ever did i dont think id use them or talk about them :’) 

jkdg gosh thats so sweet thank you sm!! im so happy you enjoy my stuff :’DDDD 

WELL, in no particular order: 

1. several glass bottles 2. bei’s pet golem sierra (they got her back though) 3. a knife or two probably 4. an air conditioning remote 5. do sewer rats count? sewer rats. besides all the other rats i mean 6. homeless man who tried to rob his store at gunpoint 7. the gun  8. drank a bottle of cyanide once 9. a motorcycle (as collateral damage) 10. tbh he will eat any creature he finds while walking around that’s small enough to fit in his mouth and no one can rly stop him

DISGOSTING!!! not even bc of the flavor i rly dont care abt that but bc like... warm pineapple... that’s the real crime 

oh my gosh that’d be an honor tbh!! I’m not sure if i’d be a big help since i might be tied with school stuff at the time, but id definitely love to try!! ty!! 

[80s-roger]

a night to remember {extra chapter: fmf} - roger taylor

request: I loved roger taylor’s a night to remember one and two Can you do another one with the same female (jess) or a different female

it wasn’t on my plans making a third part but after being requested, I could not say no to my fellow supporter, so here it is! this is gonna be filthy, pardon my hormones.

word count: 2,202

warnings: threesome (fmf), hardcore, oral sex (f&m receiving), riding, masturbate, protected sex (but not referred)

masterlist

part one, part two

summary: Roger got you on Queen’s tour at the US. You have never been abroad and he finds it cute that he is the guy who gives you the chance to see the world. At tonight’s concert, you spot a groupie trying to catch your fiance’s attention while he was banging what he loved the most, his drums after your ass. Flashbacks of that hot night you spent with Jess and him give you the idea of making it again. Giving her a small lesson. Roger knows nothing until you appear with her at his private room when the concert’s over. You didn’t want to lose her from your sight field so now you’re leading everything. Roger’s about to see a really dominant woman, you.

You spotted a blond young girl screaming her heart out to the band's songs and then screaming like crazy to Roger's drum solos. She reached her peak when she literally threw her bra on stage, trying to reach Roger's area but Freddie noticed it and joked around with her.

"Thirsty enough darling?" he said on the mic and picked her bra up coming closer to the crowd as he was only on his white jeans and his trousers. She was really going nuts for the attention she got.

"Keep my bra, Freddie!" She yelled from the crowd as her voice was fucked up.

"Oh, you want me to wear it, love?" He asked, playing it flattered.

"No give it to Roger!" She screamed and the crowd was woohoo-ing after the lights came to Roger who was amazed by the entire thing.

"Rog, this young lady misbehaves and throws her bras like they’re napkins!" He laughed at his bandmate as the blond one stood up from his drums, grabbed the bra from Freddie's hands and teased the fan and somehow you were extremely jealous as you were standing at the VIP sits.

"I am sure you'll need it back after this." He teased her by putting the bra's cups at his face, attempting to smell it. "So much adrenaline for C cups." He winked and threw them back at her and she was screaming like he shoved his dick inside her. Your thoughts on giving her some revenge grew in you.

The concert was finally over and you didn't lose her from your eyes. She didn't notice your presence until she turned over to finally leave or follow them somewhere. You had to approach her smartly so she'd eventually follow you.

"Hello, I saw you are the girl who threw the bra on stage and I have an access backstage, wanna join me? We can see them!" You faked your excitement because you're the one who gets the d from Rog.

"Oh my God! Yes! Yes please! I would do anything to talk with them!" She was still aroused from  the short moment she had with Fred and Rog.

"Anything?" You laughed. "Ha ha, let's go!" You guided her backstage and after a couple of minutes, you were at Roger's room. Before leaving your house for the concert you made a deal that if Freddie teases a fan, you'd have sex backstage but your jealousy surpassed the deal. He would be shocked as fuck at the sight of you giving this slut a lesson.

You opened the door and the groupie behind you stares in shock as she sees Roger shirtless and smoking at his red couch. As he stared at you, he soon finds out you brought a girl.

"Um, y/n what's going on? I thought we made a deal?" He asks trying to remind you. But you knew. You just wanted to spice up the things.

"Of course we did. I just think she wanted to see you in person too." You showed him the blond fan who threw her bra on stage.

"Oh, the C cup girl..." he laughed and stood up coming closer to her but then checked you. "Give me now the real reason she's here." He read your mind in seconds as you had the resting bitch face on you.

"This little girl, forgets you're engaged." You pointed at her and moved, standing behind her so Roger could firstly approve. He had no other choice.

"Wait wh-" she soon finds out what's happening and turns herself at you. "Are you his fiance?" She innocently asks.

"Yes and I want to take a little revenge for flirting with my man. " You winked at her.

"Oh fuck." She gasped. Roger gasped too at the sight of you taking control. He was standing there watching you being dominant and provocative. "Listen I am sorry, I didn't want to offend you. I am just a hardcore fan of Queen and-"

"And you didn't bargain on flirting with an engaged man when his girl is at the same place watching. Well..." You stopped and thought about it. "You technically asked for sex, didn't you?" You asked slapping her butt. She just looked at Roger as she was searching for a person to hide her. "I won't stop slapping you until you beg for a good time with me and Roger because I don't like sharing my man when I am not present, you feel?" you bit her lobe and your hand was still slapping her cute ass.

"F-fuck." She gasped at your bitchy slaps on her butt.

"We need to know if you really want it though, but I don't think you will refuse as you seemed totally cool with wanting your tits sucked by Roger." Your voice got so sexual that Roger was getting lost in his adult thoughts about you. You could tell his bulge at his jeans was exposing him. "So are you cool with it love?" You whispered at her ear, sending her shivers.

"Y-yeah..." She whimpered and Roger looked at you determined.

"Y/n, I thought you barely liked the second round... You did that just because I asked you to." He came closer to you, with the blond girl standing in the middle, as a sandwich.

"After you dressing up on drag with that schoolgirl uniform, I'm starting to like female characteristics. You really make me question my sexuality, babe." You teased him as his lips found yours and the short blond girl felt his boner between her thighs. Her hands travelled through his jeans, rubbing him slowly and he let out a small moan between your long-lasting kiss. "I am too hot for your standards in both genders." He joked.

"What's your name baby girl?" Roger gently asked the girl who stopped touching him after catching his attention. "Oh no, your hand stays there..." He smiled at her and placed his palm on top of hers, rubbing and pressing him again.

"It's Anna." She softly said as his lips found hers and you were behind her, squeezing her butt gently by now, until you took off her panties, under her black leather skirt.

"Anna, your panties betrayed you." You smirked and checks on you as you stare at her black panties which are soaking wet. "Bet that little pussy of yours is much wetter than just these panties." you teased her and gently caressed her wet area. "I was legit right." You whispered at her ear as Roger began kissing her neck and as you spot his actions, you take off her shirt and obviously she was braless.

"You didn't miss a chance huh?" He laughed and grabbed her breasts on his hands squeezing them and sucking them the way he does to you.

"You do ask for it, hun." You said and started taking off your clothes. You could hear her heartbeat from the buzz she was receiving. "You know you're our toy for tonight, don't you?" You asked her, so she would understand that she's just a booty call.

"Don't get your hopes up love, it's all about having fun, however, I didn't expect that from my girl behind you." He added and kneeled down so he could have a clear access to her core, giving her a satisfying oral sex.

"F-fuck Rog-" She loudly moaned as his mouth moved under her fastly and aggressively, making her lose balance.

"Oh baby, that's just the beginning. You have no idea how good he makes me feel." You slapped her exposed breasts and started sucking them and later gave her a few kisses before Roger would start fingering her.

"She's so tasty..." You heard Roger moaning and a wave of jealousy hit you. He says that to you every time he's doing it and you start to believe he's just thirsty to suck.

"Let me try this slut out." You raised an eyebrow. "Sit on the couch." You demanded and she followed your orders. She was naked as she sat there and so were you. Roger took off his underwear too, all three naked to get legit high.

"As you try her out, lemme take care of this pretty mouth of hers." He let out a crooked smile as he pinched her blushed cheek. She looked at him innocently, yet her gaze was too much for him to handle how hot she looked. She was already a mess. "Suck me as good as I sucked you, don't let me down. Literally and metaphorically." He joked and she laughed after receiving the naughty message.

You were kneeled and spread her legs, staying between them and spit in her leaking pussy and then rubbing it, preparing her for good. You gave her a fast lick from the bottom to the top and she immediately moaned. "You like this, dirty slut, hm?" You asked as your two fingers got inside her and your mouth at her clit, sucking her like mad. Her moans got rapid and out of control as she received your skilled sucking at her core and Roger's thrusts inside her mouth and then her throat. She grabbed his base and put inside her mouth his entire size, almost ready to choke from air lack, "Ah fuck, Christ-" He moaned removing himself from her mouth as he cummed in her and rewarded her with a passionate kiss. "Such a good girl, ready for us." He gasped and kneeled next to you, kissing your back as you were fingering and sucking her fast. "Ah, shit, shit, I am cumming." She almost whimpered and moved your head closer to her pussy, until liquids popped at your face. "Ah, seems we have a squirting slut in here." You laughed licking and rubbing her clit as her legs were shaking as she cummed because of you.

"Damn girl, that was so hot." Roger was so overwhelmed by Anna and you, especially by you, as he finds out how good you're on making both males and females cum with your skills.

"You have to take a good care of me since I am the last one who hasn't cum." You dominantly said to Rog as you licked your fingers in front of him and got distracted by it.

"Damn babe, sure." He kissed your lips and sat on the couch, next to Anna who she was sitting at the corner, watching you two, getting really close. Roger got you on his lap and you were ready to ride him.

"You slut, gonna sit there and play with your dripping pussy as you see me riding your crush." You had a raised eyebrow at her and she nodded, spreading her legs again and started rubbing herself at the beat you rode your man.

"Baby you're so hot I want to cum inside you already..." He moaned as you started bouncing up and down smoothly on top of him, with his hands squeezing your butt cheeks. Your intense eye contact made you feel super confident and by then, the tempo got accelerated.

"Call me names, baby..." You moaned as you moved faster inside him. "You know I love it." You moaned and as he closed his eyes for a little, you turned your gaze on Anna, who was fingering herself and squeezing her tit. You smiled at her like you won something.

"You're so dirty when you want it huh?" He asked biting his lip and slapping your butt. You played the silent game by then. When you don't reply on his questions, he gets rougher with his thrusts inside you and his slaps. "How much of a whore are you, hmm?" He asked looking for your eyes, which they were closed, focusing on the pleasure waves. "Tell me..." He asked slapping your butt cheeks louder.

"Fuck!" You yelled after his loud slap. That sound of your bodies tribbing got you on the edge. "Fuck Roger, I'm c-" you attempted saying but he interrupted you.

"Say how much of a whore you are!" He said, pulling your head from the back and you finally had to say the words. You were both cumming at that time. It was up to you, you couldn't handle it.

"I'm a fucking whore who wants her brain fucked out by you!" You moaned and he stopped thrusting inside you after saying these nasty words. He grabbed his dick and jerked off as his liquids landed at your below area. "J-jesus, y/n that was so fucking hot, I lost it." He tilted his head at the back and you saw Anna, when she was staring at his liquids which landed at your lower stomach. "Come and lick them, I know you want to do it." You told her and she followed, coming beside you and Roger and licked all his leftovers. "Good girl..." Roger sighed and then kissed your lips, enjoying every second of it.

"You're so full of surprises, I thought I knew you." He joked as he fixed your hair back, the way they were.

"Oh no you don't!" You laughed and Anna came next to you, asking for your red lips. "You're such a nice toy, Anna. We had a really good time." You smiled at her

"Oh, same here." She moved her shoulders, delighted.

"Seems like I have to choose our toy Roger." You gave him a winning look.

[ambitionsource]

wait i actually have more weirdly specific questions (if ur up to it) - how do the kids feel about poetry? do they follow any sports? what childhood tv shows were their favs? do they have celebrity crushes? fav coming of age movie? how are they doing in quarantine? what time in history were they obsessed w as a kid? have they ever been to summer camp? what type of candles do they like? what song do they cry to? how do they drink their coffee/tea sorry if u’ve answered already/too many questions

wooooo thank you for your patience iz!! we’re gonna go point by point

poetry?

charlie loves it genuinely and will read it for fun. riley likes it enough but doesn’t go out of her way to read it. farkle loves coming up with insane explanations for the metaphors and is smug about interpreting it in class. zay doesn’t care for it, neither does lucas. asher appreciates it but finds it boring; dylan likes it for the same reason farkle does, only not to look smart but to come up with something completely crackheaded to combat farkle’s interpretation (which he can’t then say isn’t correct, bc its poetry, so all interpretations are valid!). isa doesn’t like it because she doesn’t get the metaphors on paper the same way she can pick them up in film. maya hates it even though multiple people have pointed out that song lyrics are basically poetry -- she will tune you out.

sports?

sports aren’t Big at aaa (aside from dance), but there are remnants here and there. riley follows basketball of course -- even tho as demonstrated in 110, she cannot play it to save herself -- and she tried out for cheer in 9th grade at her old school but was rejected from the squad (another bad mark on a terrible year). farkle prefers wii sports over any actual sport, but will sometimes watch golf with stuart because it’s quality time with his very busy father. charlie did soccer when he was younger before it got phased out by dance and semi keeps up with it. dylan also “played” soccer, but this meant the other little league teammates getting pissed at him bc he never paid attention to the game and was just like “hey! hey, dennis, look at this!” and did like 3 cartwheels across the field. it was a smart move when randall pulled him from the team bc those intense soccer moms were gonna like beat them up fDJSKG. so now dylan is just an unofficial gymnast instead.

isa doesn’t like sports but played them a lot with foster siblings, and even though she sucks she gets very competitive. lucas liked baseball and was good at track in middle school, but he never thought about doing a sport for real because he knew he was going to quincy eventually where his dad is a coach... yeah. no. but he’s great at running fast from the police!

maya hates sports (aside from the art of dance). waste of time, waste of energy. asher has never done a sport nor ever contemplated a sport. the most Sport he’s endured is going with jade to support dave at his swim meets (where nigel also does swim) and suffice to say, asher wasn’t there to look at the swimming.

childhood tv?

dylan to this day is a spongebob squarepants STAN. legend, icon, scholar, best television show ever made, in his opinion. he also was well-versed in pokemon, adventure time, gravity falls, and phineas and ferb. asher and lucas both didn’t watch lots of tv growing up (if at all), so dylan considers it his job to give asher a thorough education in the quality tv he missed as a kid.

maya was all over hannah montana (miley is still a role model to this day for her), and she, zay, and charlie all remember the fever dream that was shake it up. zay especially loved it bc he was (is) obsessed with zendaya. zay and maya both also watched victorious. charlie was sharing a tv with four siblings so he just ended up watching whatever the dominant sister that day wanted to watch. riley was a disney channel girl, and farkle was a pbs scholar (arthur, cyber chase, fetch! with ruff ruff man... classics).

 celebrity crushes?

zay = zendaya (as previously mentioned). charlie = harry styles to a major degree, although his Cover Story would be zendaya if you asked (ironically). maya = britney spears (but in a I Want To Be Her way, major idolization rather than attraction) and technically the same for valerie de la cruz but like... rip to that lmao. isa = loki, yes we know, but sometimes it be that way (altho that does extend a little bit towards tom hiddleston in general). asher = logan lerman, aka the main valid white boy who dresses nice, is polite and soft-spoken, and minds his own business (not to mention he is the Same Type as dylan). dylan = had crushes more on like... personalities so like ash ketchum and percy jackson, and now its irrelevant bc he met asher and became obsessed and its like every other potential crush just flew out the window of his brain. it’s full asher territory in there nowadays.

riley doesn’t have a specific one, she thinks lots of people are Pretty but no one particularly strongly. farkle doesn’t have one because he’s insane and doesn’t have the mental capacity. lucas doesn’t have one because he’s demi and also hates most celebrities as people.

coming-of-age movie?

maya’s is mean girls. farkle’s is ladybird. zay’s is easy a. riley’s is bend it like beckham. isadora’s is eighth grade. charlie’s is dead poet’s society. asher’s is perks of being a wallflower. dylan’s is spiderman: into the spiderverse. lucas doesn’t know movies.

quarantine?

we’ve somewhat discussed this before, but ultimately es and i elected to let aaa remain in a nice, calm universe where they don’t have to endure covid. lucky them. blow a kiss to the ether for us, buds,

fave time in history?

riley is huge on ancient greece and greek mythology. maya loves the theatricality and Drama of the roaring 20s (a baby flapper at heart). zay vibes hard with the 80s. charlie likes the fashion and romanticism and music and art of the 70s (that sort of flowery positivity clashing with the rebelliousness of the movements of the 60s... yeah. that hits something in him). farkle’s is the great depression not only bc he’s an emo but also all the raw and desperate art that came out of it. isadora was a egyptian mythology kid. i know lucas sounds lame (he is), but i don’t think he cares about history -- but if pushed he’d probably say the 90s bc he dresses like he’s straight out of there, everyone was angry rocking, and he wasn’t born. asher likes the victorian era bc of the sheer elegance and Aesthetic to everything. dylan doesn’t have a favorite time period because due to being the subconscious multiverse conduit (i.e. the being that is somewhat connected to every other version of himself) sometimes he wakes up and for a minute he doesn’t even know what year it is 🤪anyway...

summer camp?

charlie has been to many a christian youth summer camp. zay went to the kossal program, but that was basically it. lucas no although he probably wished he could be anywhere else during the summer sometimes including a camp he would hate. riley went for a few years in elementary school. isa has gone to a couple of “foster kid” summer camp bonding things that she despised. farkle went to jewish summer camp One time and was like that was HORRIBLE, never make me spend a whole summer outside AGAIN. asher was more of a Enrichment courses at the rec center during the summer kid than a camper. dylan no because the orlandos couldn’t afford something like that. same for maya.

candles?

riley has a small variety of scented ones that are like... warm scents, like cinnamon and stuff. asher a couple that smell like clean linen but his fear of accidental fires keeps him from ever lighting them. maya has one and it smells like “star power,” a gift from her mom one christmas. isadora can’t have any because many of her foster homes don’t allow them. lucas legally shouldn’t be allowed anything that catches on fire. dylan doesn’t have one but similarly should not be given one. the minki have a whole collection for different things so farkle can just pluck one at any time if he needs one like for a super fancy bath or whatever the fuck rich people do.

mental breakdown song?

charlie’s are “falling” and “from the dining table” by harry styles.

riley’s is “manhattan” by sara bareilles and “rainbow” by kacey musgraves.

zay’s are “imagine” by ariana and “dear life” from the step up soundtrack (post zc breakup).

farkle’s are “vienna” by billy joel and “get it right” from glee.

asher’s is “don’t cry” by ruel.

isa’s is “you are my sunshine” because valerie used to sing it to her a lot when she was really little, so it will always make her a little emotional.

dylan’s (although rare) are “soon you’ll get better” by ts and “make you feel my love” by adele. the second one is because his mom loved adele when she was just starting out bc 19 was released the same year that she passed away so there’s a lot of like subconscious association there even if he doesn’t realize it.

maya doesn’t have one, and lucas also doesn’t have one because in the rare moments he does cry its in his closet in the dark silence alone bc he literally can’t stand the sentience of knowing he’s crying so. sensory blackout.

coffee / tea?

riley will add at least 3 sugars to anything, but she’s ultimately an iced tea gal. lucas drinks it black but only because it never occurred to him to add anything to it and so it’s a big wake up call when he realizes you can drink it and have it NOT be bitter and horrible and demoralizing ( “i thought we were all just suffering for the caffeine fix??” ). isa is a tea girl mostly, although she wishes she could drink black coffee for the aesthetic (and hates that lucas can... it’s like... he didn’t even Earn that aestheticism, smh). asher doesn’t drink caffeine bc it makes him Jittery (and he’s already jittery) so he’s like... the lemonade bitch at coffee shops which kin, and then dylan definitely drinks caffeine but not thru coffee, he’s more likely to get like a hot chocolate.

farkle lives on coffee but he can only drink it from home because they’re rich and can have like fresh ground good imported whatever the heck etc etc so he’s like spoiled about coffee. zay will hit up a starbucks now and then and will order coffee at a diner, but he’s not too attached either way. maya is a fun n free starbucks gal with her frappes and lattes and lots of cream (whipped or otherwise). charlie doesn’t drink coffee or tea bc hes hyper aware of his body and health (he doesn’t really have soda either) and it was frowned upon in his house.