#i actually used to have a pair of fishnet knee highs that came with a matched pair of trouser socks

[the-fiction-witch]

The Girl Upstairs P1

Media the Queen's Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny Watts X Reader

Rating smut

Concept the girl upstairs

Smut sexual outfits/ latex/ sexual discussions/ dominatrix

I stood making myself some coffee trying to wake myself up a little more rubbing my eyes every so often and hearing banging upstairs, I took my coffee and sat in my chair sipping my coffee with each sip it brought me more and more into the world. I did try and read my new chess book but I found I kept getting broken from my concentration by the banging and other such noises from upstairs. The guy who used to be upstairs never made any noise or anything so much so I never even actually spoke to the guy. I gave up on my book and dropped my coffee cup on the counter and went to the door I need to see what was going on up there. I opened the door up and headed up the stairwell but I only got halfway up before I froze. 

At the top of the stairs, the door to the apartment above me was open wide with movers coming in and out where someone must have been moving in and that someone... stood just before my stairs. 

I felt... so strange. a feeling I hadn't ever felt before. My knees felt weak, my breath short, my heart racing, and blood pumping around my body, I was unable to take even another step up the stairs my eyes wide I think even my mouth came open.

There stood a woman. 

She had five-inch stiletto-heeled white knee-high boots, black fishnet tights, a skin-tight skirt that ended not even halfway down her thighs a tight shirt off both her shoulders with wrist long sleeves with black and white horizontal stripes, she had a cigarette in her hand and black cat eye sunglasses on her nose, Her long clearly dyed black hair in bouncy curls, a completely matt black lipstick perfectly lined her stoic lips. 

She glanced down at me and pushed her sunglasses down her nose to reveal her well-sculpted eye makeup and sweet y/c/eyes she chuckled giving me a little wave before she headed into the upstairs apartment. 

The moment she was gone I bolted back down the stairs and slammed my door shut leaning on the harshly cold metal and gasping quickly. 

Whoa. 

It had been maybe two weeks since she moved in upstairs and honestly after the initial move in I barely heard anything from her, I had spotted her a few times on the few times either of us had come and gone from the building. I had seen a lot of people come and go from her apartment but I didn't think much of it. so I was simply sat going through my mail from the postbox sorting everything useful and junk until I saw a letter not addressed to me 

‘Y/n Y/l/n’

I know that’s not the lady in the house upstairs or the guys in the first apartment. Ohh is that… the girl upstairs? It has to be. 

I quickly jumped and ran myself a shower scrubbing my hair and running the sweet floral soap that beth left here last she was here, I quickly got myself dry and got dressed into a good pair of jeans without any holes my typical belt. Picking out my black silk skirt and giving my neck a good spritz of cologne and doing my hair. I took the letter and headed upstairs hat in hand I did my best to stay calm for a second lingering outside her apartment door before I finally got the courage to knock.

Soon enough the door opened and I couldn’t help looking her over doing my best not to… react to her.

She stood the door in her arm, in a pair of tall kitten heels black stockings with a few little holes not yet become ladders, a skin-tight latex halter neck dress, so tight in fact I could see…. Everything and I means everything, her thighs, her waist, her breasts. everything. Her hair in long pigtails with a dark red lipstick across her lips. For a moment no words arrived at my mouth I think I was pretty much in shock. She looked me up and down and her smile grew 

"Well, your not who I was expecting" she says in a strange confident voice not the kinda voice I had imagined came out of that

"Uhhhhh hi"

"Hi"

"Uhh Benny. Benny Watts. Your neighborhood downstairs"

"Oh." She chuckled "my bottom boy" 

"Your what-"

"Where are my manners. Come on in." She says heading inside her apartment so I followed her in shutting the door behind me "coffee?" She asks leaning to the side a little sitting her hands on her waist and looking at me over her shoulder

"Uhh yes please"

"Cool" she smiled

I couldn't help looking around the place it was Similar to my apartment rather long and thin compared to my own that sort of turns a corner, the same harsh floor but she had covered it with a number of black, red and deep purple rugs, she had put up this really gothic purple and white striped wallpaper the whole place was this amazing black and purple sort of theme with an amazing level of detail nothing didn't fit the theme even the lampshades where dark chandeliers. And around the place where a few… items. At first I didn't know what they were. I think o just kinda stared at the large wooden thing in her living room for a while a complete baffled, 

"Feel free to take a seat benny" she smiled as she brought the coffee over so I took a seat on the sofa and she sat on the chair with brown coffee crossing her leg clearly to prevent me being able to see up her dress given how tight the latex was she definitely didn't have panties on and the fact the dress was so hiked up on her crossed leg I could pretty much see her bare ass. I took my coffee having a sip leaning back a little on the slightly plastic feeling sofa it clearly had a cover of some type on it and as I set my coffee on the table I saw a little black plastic stick with a red feather on the end it wasn't a feather duster not enough feathers 

"You uhhh have a cat or something?" I asked her 

"No" she smiled sipping her coffee "so what brought you by benny?" She asks 

"Ohh I uhh I think I got some of your mail" I told her handing over the letter

"Ah, thanks I've been waiting for this" she smiled opening the letter up it clearly had cash in which she quickly hid away putting it elsewhere in her apartment "So. What's the tale?"

"I'm sorry?"

"What's your deal? What do you do?" 

"Oh. I uh I play chess."

"Oh?"

"US chess champion three years in a row."

"Impressive"

"I play alot of tournaments and things so I'm often out and about across the country"

"Sounds thrilling" she smiled

"It's okay I know people find it a little boring"

"On the country. I think it's very interesting. Takes alot of focus. Attention. Determination. Restraint. Working in tournament circuits I mean. Sounds all rather impressive benny" she smiled

"Uhhh yeah it uhh it does. I do poker too but that's most for fun"

"Yeah? I'll have to give you a game one of these days your not to busy" 

"Yeah? That sounds great I'd love to. What uhh what do you do then?"

"Humm" she chuckled "I'm. A model. Let's say."

"Oh. I take it more… kinda?"

"Yes."

"I see. Well uhh anything of yours I could take a look at?"

"Wouldn't you like to know" she smirked taking her coffee cup back to the kitchen "I don't wanna sound rude. It is nice to have neighborly visitors but I do have a guest Coming at two"

"Oh sorry I'll get out your hair"

"It's okay we'll have to do it again sometime" she smiled we went to the door and she let me out into the corridor "let me know of you need anything. I'm sure I'll figure something out"

"Yeah I uhh I will. I'm just downstairs if you need anything" 

"I'll be sure to remember that" she cooed giving my cheek a kiss "see you around benny"

"Yeah see ya" I blushed heading down my stairs I noticed a guy had arrived at the corridor seeming excited as he saw her happily scurrying inside her apartment with her.

I saw y/n a few times whenever I got the chance really, I found her… strangely captivating. We'd meet for coffee, for chess and general conversations most days even if every time I saw her our time together was cut short as she would have visitors coming to her apartment. I didn't want to press her about it even if I was curious as to why these people came over all the time. I'd seen a few people multiple times too. I headed up the stairs to her apartment seeing the door open a guy I had seen a few times just leaving out the open door he saw me blushed hard and scampered up the stairs 

"Hi benny, usual?" She asks in her doorway in only a black silk robe 

"Sure" I nodded heading in with her as usual I noticed today alot more stuff was all overshirt the place various items all of which I didn't know as she headed to the kitchen to make our coffee "who was that?" I asked her "your boyfriend?"

She laughed "god no"

"Oh. Who was he then?"

"... A client" she says 

"A client. I thought you were a model?"

"Of sorts" she says "I model. I act. All part of my job"

I couldn't help looking around at the various items around her apartment and looking at her in her little robe 

"What… did he have you do?" I asked her 

"Him? Oh he comes around every week for a spanking and to tighten his chain" she laughed handing me my coffee I took a sip and set it on the table as she was busy doing something else clearly making herself a tea

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah?" She shurgs 

"Y/n? Are you…" I began "a prostitute?"

Immediately she turned around to face me and slapped me hard across my cheek "AHH!"

"Don't you ever. Call me that again." She demanded "I like you benny. I do. Doesn't mean I'll let you use language like that" she says taking her tea to the sofa 

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it"

"Didn't you?"

"I'm sorry y/n. I really am. I didn't mean to offend you" I told her going to join her on the sofa 

"It's okay. You didn't mean any harm." She says 

"What do you do? Really?"

"You really wanna know?"

"I do. Come on, I play professional chess for a living I don't think there's anything you can say that's going to be more weird than what I do?"

"I'm a dominatrix" 

"..... Right. Your a uhhhh… a what exactly?"

"A dominatrix" she smirked "you know what that is benny?"

"Well uhhh I mean I uhhh… yes."

"Benny? Do you know what that is?'

"I do. Kinda."

"What's kinda?"

"I have … seen them"

"Have you?"

"I may have"

"So that's what I do. Clients come over having prepaid. Let them live out there fantasies and desires then hurry on home. I don't have sex with them. Ever. Rules against that sort of thing."

"Oh okay. So your an actress?"

"I act my part" she smiled getting up to refill her tea 

"And a model?"

"Well I think I model my outfits pretty good" she smirked turning to me undoing her robe and pulling it apart exposing her outfit a pair of black kitten keels, black fishnets, lace black panties, a black corset with red ribbon ties that just about covered her breasts

"Uhhhhh'yes you do" 

"Humm your cute" she giggled giving my cheek a kiss and retiring her robe to fix her tea 

"So he?"

"As I said wanted his weekly spanking for all his devilish thoughts and to tighten the chain I have him wear around his neck" she smirked 

"Hang on I saw that blonde girl leaving last week"

"Yeah?"

"Was she?"

"Yeah. She likes a good choking"

"Uuuuuuuuuuughh…"

"Does this weird you out benny?'

"No. I mean kinda. It is a little strange y/n,"

"I make five thousand a month. Not including tips"

"Whoa. Okay then." I nodded "would you… show me? What you do?"

"Humm what curious?"

"A little" 

"You're cute." She chuckled "but I have another client coming at four"

"Ohh sorry I'll get out of your hair" I told her getting up and heading to her door 

"It's alright. I'll see you soon okay?'

"Yeah see you soon"

"Of you like. One hour session just to give things a trial. Free as it's you. Think it over" she smiled giving my cheek a kiss before heading back in and shutting her door 

"... I will certainly think about it" I muttered heading back to my own apartment.

[b-ritney]

I Need You Tonight'

I still fully believe I will be a rockstar one day.

Rockstar Reader x Rockstar Eddie FLUFF but still a little skanky.

Here's an imagine of Eddie falling in love with a rock star who is actually really cute and shy off-stage but is still a BADASS don't even TRIP Reader uses female pronouns

PLEASE LEAVE RECS FOR PART 2 IN THE COMMENTS I'M HAVING SEVERE WRITER'S BLOCK.

Not Proof Read

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You burst onto the stage like a ball of light, you were dressed to the nines in leather and metal studs and every person in the joint was looking at you. Your green eyes seemed to shimmer along with the glitter that covered you from head to toe, you really did sparkle under the lights. Eddie watched from the bar as you shred one of your many guitars being handed to you by your technician. This one was neon pink with black details, it too had glitter mixed in the finish and looked like you had designed it yourself, with your autograph etched in the bottom corner. You were jumping and dancing and pulling off all your tricks flawlessly as Corroded Coffin was going over their set list for the night. Although Eddie was having trouble concentrating, his mind was conjuring up the dirtiest things, watching as you theatrically fell to your knees and rolled onto your back, still playing the song, his tongue almost fell from the confines of his mouth when you pushed yourself to the edge of the stage and held your mouth open while some guy poured beer down your throat. Your smile lit up the HideOut like the house lights, your talent was incredibly intimidating, and to top it all off, you were fucking gorgeous. They finished their line up, as your band bowed and ran off stage. The crowd was going insane, demanding an encore, At this point everyone in the building including Eddie had their eyes glued to the stage patiently waiting for the explosive return, but after a full 2 minutes, nothing happened. Suddenly the lights went down, a single spotlight landed center stage, the crowd began to chatter again; but erupted when a pair of cowgirl boots approached the circle. Then the sound of a lone guitar filled the heavy air, playing I Need You Tonight, by ZZ Top. The light panned up showing your smooth, shimmering legs, they went on for days leading Eddie to believe you might not be wearing anything at all; but then your encore ensemble came fully into view, black, leather boy shorts and a pyramid-studded bralette. Your arms were adorned with black fishnets and studded bracelets. "Close your mouth dumbass." Gareth teased, Eddie immediately tried to play it off like you weren't affecting him but he couldn't exactly hide the way you made him feel. You continued your strut down the catwalk when the rest of the band came in to accompany you, "Give it up for your favorite down girl y/n!! Today is her 18th birthday!" the lead singer shouted into the mic, Oh thank GOD Eddie thought. The singer ran up and put a tiara on your head causing you to blush and turn away from the crowd. You finished the seductive song and played one more party tune to close out your set, you bowed and jogged off stage. By this time Corroded Coffin was getting ready to come on, Eddie's Sweetheart was strapped around his neck as he tuned it to perfection, his head snapped up as he heard the gang of rowdy metal heads get closer to the corridor. He could only stare watching you laugh and carry on, riding on the drummer's back all the way to the VIP guest room. Something about seeing you so happy made his chest ache with fondness.

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Eddie was so invested in the show, he hardly noticed when you and your band came to sit in the wings to watch their performance. You had switched your boots for white socks and high tops and put a sweatshirt over your previously almost bare body. You sat cross-legged, attentively on top of a stage box, your tiara crooked on your head, you looked so adorable it made him weak. Eddie put on his best show, ripping through a solo that charmed you like a spell. When he noticed he had your attention he kept eye contact with you, he mouthed "Hi," and you kicked your feet out and giggled saying hi back. He smiled, "happy birthday" he mouthed again. You looked down at the floor before fixing the crown on your head, "thank you," you blew him a kiss, as he turned away to engage with the screaming fans... your pulse was racing, your drummer playfully nudging your thigh, "Seriously? Out of everyone, you make goo-goo eyes at a rival guitarist?"

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Part 2?

[theangriestpea]

Humiliate Me | Sweet Pea

Summary:   Sweet Pea just wants to enjoy his time at the Wyrm, watching his friends play pool. Lavender just wants to get laid. (Links at the end)

Rating: Mature // Explicit

Pairings: Sweet Pea x OC

Warnings: vaginal sex, daddy kink, minor dd/lg references, humiliation kink, very public sex, unprotected sex

Word Count: 1.4k+

A/N: This was requested by @elliebear27​ who is so incredibly sweet! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! This is for bingo slot “Humiliation kink” and used a requested dialogue prompt! I hope this is humiliating enough lol. I feel like I missed the mark a little bit.

Lavender’s hand rested on Sweet Pea's knee, hidden underneath the old table at the Wyrm. They were watching a pool game between Fangs and Joaquin, battling over who would take Kevin out on a date next. It was a pretty even and very amusing match.

Her hand slowly traveled up his leg, squeezing his thigh playfully before venturing inwards closer to the crotch of his jeans. She was already on thin ice thanks to the outfit she had decided to wear. It was a short, pleated leather mini skirt along with a matching black cropped leather jacket. Underneath she had on a fishnet tank top and a black bra, deciding to show off her assets during tonight's adventures at the bar.

Sweet Pea was far from impressed, he had glowered at her the minute he saw her, eyes growing dark with lust and possessiveness. She received a few wolf whistles that made her laugh and toss her hair over her shoulder flirtatiously.

She heard a growl rumble in his chest as she groped him through his jeans. He leaned down to whisper to her in a threatening tone, “Watch it.” He warned, knowing she was acting out just for attention. She could be such a little brat sometimes.

Lavender giggled in response to him, fiddling with the zipper of his black denim pants. “I am watching it, Pea.” She teased, referring to his dick hidden beneath his pants. “It’s growing bigger.”

Her light stimulation and outfit had given him the start of an erection, but it wasn’t anything to worry about at this point in time. He could have easily willed it away if he wanted to, though he had a feeling his girlfriend wasn’t about to let him. “You’re being such a little slut right now, you know that?” He hissed back at her.

An excited thrill shot up her spine at the insult. “I know, daddy.” She said playfully as she finally unzipped his zipper in order to slide her fingers inside to touch his penis through one less layer of clothing. Sweet Pea grunted in response as her manicured nail grazed his shaft.

He tried to shift away from her in the booth, but there wasn’t much room for him to move too. Her hand was suddenly in his pants, wrapping around his penis the best it could through his obstructing boxers. “Shanna.” He hissed sharply under his breath. “You want me to humiliate you in front of the whole gang? Because I will if you don’t stop.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Pea.” She cooed before dipping her elegant fingers past his cotton underwear. She was looking up at him now, hazel eyes bright with eagerness. His eyes were narrow and behind them a fire raging. Anger and arousal. A dangerous combination.

He grabbed a fistful of her purple hair, wrenching her head back. “Get in my lap, you dumb whore.” He growled as he pushed his pants and boxers down to free his cock. Lavender moved into his lap, the soft skin of her thighs brushing against his erection. The painfully familiar feeling had him hardening even more.

It was then he discovered that she wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath that impossibly short skirt of hers. “Fucking Christ you just can’t help but be a fucking slut, can you? It’s in your DN-fucking-A.”

Lav let out a tiny whimper, causing Fangs to look over at her from his place at the pool table. She stiffened against Sweet Pea before smiling and giving him a little wave. “You got this, Fangs!” She said playfully as he shook his head and went back to aiming his shot.

Sweet Pea lifted her up enough to align his tip to the entrance of her core. “You better not take your eyes off of them or make a sound, princess. Don’t want everyone here to see what a fucking whore you are, do you? They’ll all want a turn with you after that. Bet you’d love that wouldn’t you? All the cock in the world for your slutty pussy.”

He jerked her down, thrusting up into her at the same time. She let out a gasp, causing both Fangs and Joaquin to look at her. “That was a good shot!” She said back to cover up, now feeling dizzy at the fullness of Pea’s dick buried inside of her while they were out in the open. Sure it was dark, but if anyone really looked then they  could tell right away.

“Are you this wet from me talking to you like this?” He asked, hands on her waist to keep her steady as her hands were gripping the edge of the table tightly. “My cock is water logged right now because of how much you like being called a slut. My baby girl is Southside’s biggest whore.”

She wanted to beg him to move, needing the friction of his penis inside of her slick walls. Her jaw was clenched, teeth painfully pushed together to keep her from making any other kind of sound. Fuck if they were caught then who knows what would happen. Her reputation really could go down the toilet, and she didn’t quite want that.

Her panic vanished when he moved her on top of him, forcing her hips to roll. She leaned forward as much as she could, forearms pressed onto the table now as she continued to watch the boys play. They didn’t seem to be paying her any attention at the moment.. “Pea, please,” She whispered to him, “I’ll be your little slut, please fuck me. I can’t take it-”

He tugged at her hair to silence her before thrusting up into her more. Space was limited and since they had to be discrete, his thrusts weren’t nearly as powerful or as quick as they typically were. That didn’t mean they didn’t feel amazing though.

It was easier to manipulate her body rather than move his, though he did attempt at a combo of both. Mostly it was him lifting her up and guiding her back down as quickly as he could. He lifted her off the table by pulling onto her hair so that he could whisper into her ear. “I want you to touch yourself while I fuck you. I know you can’t get off to this because you’re such a spoiled little brat. Rub your clit while daddy moves your hips for you.”

Lav didn’t have to be told twice. She reached down, pushing her skirt up slightly as her hand ventured between her legs. The pads of her fingers pressed against her swollen clit, her jaw and neck began to ache from how tightly she had her teeth snapped together. She moved her fingers in a quick circular motion. The pace of her fingers was faster than that of Pea’s cock, but that was what was necessary in order for her to actually cum.

She chased her high greedily, wanting nothing more than to topple over the nearing edge. Sweet Pea didn’t mind, he couldn’t drag this out. The longer they were like this, the likelier it was that they’d get caught. He was pretty sure Jones would tear him a new one for it if he was.

Exactly two minutes later Lav was biting into her lip so hard that it began to bleed. She managed to hold back the moan that wanted to force its way out as she hit her peak and came, her vaginal muscles squeezing his cock, urging him to release into her suddenly without warning.

Sweet Pea let go of her so that she could rest against the table. She pretended to be watching the game, but really her vision was too hazy to see what was happening. She had no idea who was winning, all she could concentrate on was the feeling of Sweet Pea’s cock softening while still inside of her.

“That’s it, that’s the kink I never knew I had.” She said finally after she was sure her voice wouldn’t betray the fact that she was still shuddering from the very dangerous session.

Sweet Pea snorted back a laugh as he lifted her off of her and placed her back down beside him. He fixed his boxers and pants after cleaning himself off with a napkin. “You better hope no one saw us or I’m really going to let you have it later.”

She pouted at him playfully, “but what if I want you to really give it to me later? Should I tell Fangs what just happened?”

“Do it and I won’t let you cum for a month.” He hissed. “Just be a good little girl and sit here quietly while I go get us another round.” He got up and nodded to Fangs with a smirk before heading towards the bar.

Tag List: @wayward-river​​, @xserpentlife​, @alexa-playafricabytoto​

Adding links makes me no show up in the tags! Moblie masterlist is pinned! Sorry about that <3

[skylights2000]

Switch! (Gundham x Fem! Reader) Part 6

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I swear I’m still doing everyone’s requests. I was just so excited about this story that I ended up writing the whole chapter when I only meant to get started on it 😅

!TRIGGER WARNINGS!

There is a reference to a past suicide attempt!

This is a long one, so get settled in and enjoy! On to the story! 💜

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No matter how much you argued that you had things to get done, everyone agreed that you needed rest. You finally gave in when Manako and Hiko promised to keep you updated on the current projects, as well as any new ones that came in.

In the end, you were thankful for the help. Though you’d never admit it, you really were exhausted, and it was comforting to have someone remind you that your business wouldn’t fall apart if you took some time off.

You slept for the majority of the next week. Gundham and Sonia spent more time at your home than at their own during that time.

Every few hours, you’d vaguely hear your bedroom door creak open, and one of them would come in to ask how you were doing.

If you were sleeping, you’d mumble that you were okay, just tired. If you were awake, they’d ask you if you wanted to eat, watch a movie, or something.

Sonia was a great cook, and whenever you felt bored or cooped up, she’d let you help her.

Sometimes, the three of you would go outside and sit on your front porch or walk down the street to the park. They always walked on either side of you, ready to catch you if you fell.

You appreciated their concern, but you eventually nudged them both ahead of you, assuring them that, yes, you were fine and would tell them if you weren’t.

On days that Gundham had to work, Sonia would keep you company. Today was one of those days, and Sonia was excitedly telling you about her upcoming date with Peko.

“Do you want to go shopping with me?” Sonia asked excitedly.

You hadn’t actually been shopping in a while. You spent most of your time working and never really went many places that required nice clothes, so you never had a reason to go shopping that much.

Maybe you could get something nice for yourself? It’s not like you didn’t have the money. But where would you even wear something like that? A date maybe?

The thought made you realize that you hadn’t been on a date in almost two years. Jeez, that made you feel like some kind of hermit.

“Sure, why not.”

Sonia clapped happily and dragged you up from the couch. “Alright, get dressed, and we will go!”

You shook your head, amused by her enthusiasm, and retreated to your room to change out of your pajamas.

~

Miu sent you and Sonia a message just as you were getting into your car.

I’ve got awesome news fuckers! Where are you?!

You raised an eyebrow, wondering what she’d gotten into this time. You turned to Sonia. “You mind if she comes along?”

Sonia just grinned. “The more the merrier!”

You smiled and answered the message.

Be outside in ten minutes or I’m leaving you behind

Ooh are you gonna punish me?

You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face didn’t falter.

I’ll leave that to Ibuki

You put your phone in one of the cup holders and started the engine.

~

Miu clambered into the backseat the second your car had stopped and immediately launched into a tirade. “Clear your plans for Friday night! We’re goin’ to a fuckin’ concert!”

“You bought tickets?” Sonia asked, and Miu’s grin widened.

“That’s the thing! It’s Ibuki’s concert so we get in for free!”

“Isn’t that abusing your relationship?”

Miu punched your shoulder, causing you to swear and whack her knee. “Don’t do that while I’m driving!”

“It was Ibuki’s idea! She wants all of us to come!”

“All of us?”

Miu nodded, listing off people on her fingers. “The three of us, Gundham, and Kazuichi. So whaddya say?”

“That sounds wonderful!”

“Sounds like fun. You gonna need a ride?”

“Nah, I’m ridin’ with Kazuichi.” Miu seemed to finally remember that they were driving. “Where’re we goin’ anyway?”

“Shopping. Oh, we can even buy outfits for the concert!” Sonia exclaimed, and you nodded along.

“Yeah, gotta match the occasion.”

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Miu and Sonia dragged you through several stores. Each of them found their outfits fairly easily. You, on the other hand, were having some trouble.

The clothes were all nice, and you really liked some of them, but you really weren’t sure you could pull any of it off.

Eventually, Miu got tired of waiting and started searching for you. Within minutes, she returned with enough outfits to make your head spin and dragged you towards the changing room.

You tried on each outfit, each one getting various comments of “Not that one.”, “Try the next one.”, and “Not your look.”

By the time you got to the last few, you felt incredibly discouraged.

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“I actually like this one.” You said as you stepped out of the changing room.

Sonia and Miu, who had been having a conversation about Kiibo, turned to you. Sonia’s eyes widened, and Miu’s mouth fell open.

“You look wonderful!”

“Hot damn, you look good, kid.”

“I’m older than you.” You huffed indignantly, but you couldn’t keep the smile off your face.

“Gundham’s gonna bust the fattest nut when he sees you.” Miu laughed.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise before you smiled awkwardly. “I think you’ve misinterpreted something. Gundham doesn’t see me that way.” You sounded so confident in the assumption that both of them were a bit caught off guard.

“Wait, you really don’t see the way he looks at you?” Miu asked disbelievingly.

You frowned at her, confused. “What do you mean?”

Miu looked to Sonia, who shrugged in response to the silent question.

“Well, how do you feel about him?” Miu asked instead.

You smiled happily. “We’re friends.”

“An’ that’s it?”

You paused for a moment, considering her words for a moment. “Hm, I’ve never really thought about it.”

You didn’t elaborate further as you headed back into the changing room, much to the frustration of Miu, who really wanted the scoop on you and Gundham.

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The day of the concert was a hectic one. You got several new orders for various kinds of furniture, so you spent most of the day alternating between ordering supplies and cutting and labeling the wood needed for each project.

As soon as you got home, you jumped in the bath, soaking away the soreness in your body. You washed your hair, blow dried it, and set about styling it. Once you were satisfied with that, you headed back to your room to get dressed.

You’d ended up buying the outfit that the three of you liked. You were wearing a dark purple t-shirt, black jean shorts, fishnet stockings, and black combat boots. You accented the outfit with a black, lace choker that had a silver crescent moon in the center and a pair of fingerless black gloves.

You smiled at your reflection. Miu and Sonia were right. You did look good.

You grabbed your phone from your bed and sent Sonia a message saying you’d be at her apartment soon to pick up her and Gundham.

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When you got there, you parked and climbed the stairs to her apartment. When you knocked on the door, you very vaguely heard Sonia’s voice and the dull thump of boots on the floor before the door opened.

You’re not sure who looked more surprised, you or Gundham.

Sure, you’d seen him in his long coats and dark clothes, but you’d never seen him dressed like this. He was wearing a dark red, band t-shirt, black jeans with several straps and buckles along each leg, and black boots. He had on several black and silver necklaces and twin leather bracelets on each wrist.

You finally forced yourself to look away when you realized you were staring. You waited for him to say something or invite you inside, but he didn’t. For a long moment, he just stared at you, and you hooked your thumbs through your belt loops in an effort to look calmer than you felt. People never really looked at you, so having someone openly stare at you was making you nervous.

“Um..Gundham?” You smiled bashfully, offering a little wave to get his attention.

He blinked and upon realizing what he’d been doing, he looked away from you, moving to hide his face with his scarf before remembering it wasn’t there.

As if to save him from his own awkwardness, Sonia appeared beside him. “Hello, (Y/n)!”

Sonia was wearing a beautiful, gothic style, black dress. It stopped just past her thighs and had long lace sleeves. Several thin, silver chains hung from her waist. She had on knee high, black boots and her usual choker with the pentacle on it. You couldn’t help but smile. They both looked great.

“Hey Sonia. You guys ready to go?”

When they nodded, you led them to your car. Sonia climbed into the front seat since she was giving directions while Gundham climbed into the back.

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The place was packed when you got there, and it didn’t take long for you to spot Kazuichi’s pink hair out front. He was deep in conversation with Miu, and as you approached, you realized they were talking about their newest project. You smiled nervously. Hopefully, this time, it wouldn’t involve any weird rituals.

As soon as you reached them, Miu dragged you all inside. The place was packed, and you felt a spark of anxiety at the sheer number of people around you. You didn’t like crowds. You probably should’ve thought that part through.

Well, you were already here, and if anything did get bad, you could just politely excuse yourself.

With that thought in mind, you followed everyone inside. You found a table near the back and took a seat with the others. Miu disappeared to wish Ibuki luck before the show, and Kazuichi left after asking if any of you wanted something to drink. You asked for a soda, Gundham requested some water, and Sonia politely asked for some lemonade.

Shortly after he returned with the drinks, the lights dimmed, and the ones on the stage lit up. Miu appeared out of nowhere, grabbing Sonia’s hand then yours. “Let’s dance, bitches!”

“I don’t really know how t-“

“Fake it til ya make it, (Y/n)!”

She wasted no time dragging you two towards the stage. Sensing your discomfort, Sonia stopped Miu from dragging you fully into the mosh pit in front of the stage. Miu huffed, but her expression softened. “Ya alright?”

You smiled sincerely, albeit a bit awkwardly, and nodded. They threw their arms up and danced like crazy, and you laughed as you watched them. You bobbed your head to the beat. It really did make you wanna dance, but there were so many people around.

Sonia, ever the empath, grabbed both your hands and pulled you towards them. “Dance with us!”

They both grinned at you, each taking one of your hands. It was awkward at first because you were still a bit uncomfortable, but being with two of your best friends helped you loosen up, and soon, you were jumping and dancing along with them.

Across the room, Gundham was watching you quietly, a small smile on his face. He liked your smile, liked the way your eyes shined. Your hair whipped your face as you banged your head to the beat. The adrenaline made you feel like you were flying, like nothing existed except you and the music. After an entire week of being cooped up in your house, it felt good to just dance. 

The music made you feel high, like you were tripping on just being alive. It was strange, something you’d never felt before, but you welcomed it readily. 

No matter how much fun you were having, you ended up excusing yourself when you got thirsty. You asked for some water and headed out the side door to get some air. The cool, night air felt incredible against your skin. You didn’t realize how hot you’d gotten. You sat down on one of the benches outside. 

The vaguely heard music from inside mixed with the quiet hum of the night. It was relaxing, and you closed your eyes for a moment to just listen. You breathed in deep and let it out slow.

It felt good to be out, and it made you wonder why you didn’t do it more often. You hadn’t been out like this since you started your business. At first, it was because things were still being set up, then it was because you were busy with all the new customers, but even when you got used to everything, you never went out like this.

You opened your eyes when someone sat down beside you, and a glance to your right revealed that it was Gundham.

“What are you doing out here?” You asked curiously.

He was quiet for so long that you began to think he wouldn’t answer, but eventually, he turned to you. “I wish to inquire about something.”

“What’s up?”

“That scar on your arm. Why have I never seen it until our bodily forms were swapped?” As he asked, he motioned to the long scar that stretched diagonally across your left forearm.

“Oh.” You traced your fingers along the scar. “I usually cover it with makeup.”

“Why?”

“Well, it’s kinda ugly, isn’t it?”

“Scars are a sign of perseverance in battle.”

“I don’t think you’d say that if you knew how I got it.” You murmured somberly.

“Why do you speak such nonsense?”

You were quiet for a moment. “...I tried to commit suicide once.”

He stared at you with wide eyes, too stunned to say anything.

“Sometimes I still wonder why I’m here. What point does my existence have? Does it really matter?” You tilted your head back to see the stars as you continued. “Sometimes I wonder if it’s easier to give up.”

You flinched at how suddenly he moved, but in a heartbeat, he was crouching in front of you.

“It seems you do not know the potential you hold, so allow me to enlighten you.” He watched you so intently as he cradled your face in his hands. His touch was gentle, like you were something precious, and it did something funny to your heart. “I have never met a mortal filled with so much compassion. You are humorous and strange. You are talented in your craft and an inspiration to those around you. You do not know the light you bring to this dark world.”

The sincerity in the words surprised you, but you found yourself smiling. “You’re something special, Gundham Tanaka.” You leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you.”

He stood up, looking away from you to hide the growing blush on his face.

You still saw it and giggled softly. “Why don’t we head back inside?” You stood up when he nodded and followed him back inside.

[dangerousconnoisseurdonut]

Omega Auction of the Century Preview

@jeromiah and @nostalgic90s proposed a most intriguing idea of Omegas being so rare, they are auctioned off, and Bruce would go for a frankly insane amount as he is the most eligible of Omegas around. This is just the start of an idea, but I have to get ready for work and want to know what people think of it so far!

Bruce couldn’t completely withhold his shudder of fear and revulsion as he heard the second Omega on the auction block went for a cool ten million, upped from the eight million the last one went for, simply because the first one had been a male and this one was a slightly pudgy (but not unattractive) female who came from a family of six, so she had a good chance for being a strong breeder. Oh, but how he and Brooke hated being referred to that way; as if they were cows or horses just waiting for a stud to come along. In school, they had both received a lot of flack from their peers, often being referred to as breeding stock or even whores once (Brooke had broken Grace Van Dhal’s nose when she said that). It was only their parents large donations to the school that they had taught them proper courses at all as many just enrolled Omega’s in more simple math courses, home economics, home estate management courses, and the like. When their parents had died, the school had tried to put them in those courses, thankfully their Uncles Lucius Fox and Ed Nygma, with their Alpha Dr. Leslie Thompkins, had simply pulled them from the school and taught them everything they needed to know.

  Sadly, he thought as the third Omega was taken out for the block, it was probably all going to be for naught; rich Alphas and Betas didn’t really care how smart the Omega was so long as they were fertile and not an imbecile as they worried about the child inheriting such a thing (too bad you couldn’t keep stupid Alphas from mating). And, as Bruce was a rare intersex Omega, his fertility was somewhere around 89%, meaning he would probably get pregnant right away when they took him on his birthday and went into Heat. This was one of the reasons he was being saved for last; his high fertility rate combined with his company and his higher than average intelligence made him a very appealing Omega. Combined with the fact his twin sister was also an Omega, Bruce and Brooke could very well break the record for highest auctioned Omega in the United States, possibly all of North America, which was a steep forty million last year when Lex Luthor bought his Omega, a farm boy by the name of Clark Kent. Some people thought he overpaid, until the rumours started circulating that Lex had had a crush on the boy through their high school years, but the boy had largely appeared straight. At least, he thought as the third Omega, a boy that went for only seven million due to him having a scar on his abdomen from when he had needed to have his appendix taken out as well as his sister having had a miscarriage, Lee, Lucius, and Ed would get a large ‘dowry’ for them as the family of the Omega got around 40% of the bid.

 As the fourth, and last Omega before them was hauled out, he bemoaned what they were making him and Brooke wear; all Omega’s had to wear very revealing clothes so as to entice the Alphas into spending big bucks on them. They had originally wanted Bruce and Brooke in something not even a prostitute would be caught dead in; some kind of lacy piece that frankly looked more like lingerie than any type of clothing. But, after a few well placed threats from Ed and Lee, what they was wearing was more fit for a rave or rock concert, but at least it wasn’t entirely see-through. They had put him in tight leather pants, a mesh t-shirt that left nothing to the imagination, and Lee had given him his favourite leather jacket to wear. Brooke was wearing some kind of leather halter top the covered her breasts and did nothing else, as well as a short skirt and fishnet stockings and her favourite knee high boots, all covered by her favourite leather duster. Soon though, he heard the last Omega, a beautiful young girl who came from a long line of strong Alphas and other beautiful Omegas, no Betas found in her family tree, even if her family wasn’t that well off, no doubt they would enjoy the 40% of the twenty million she was just sold for. They were soon being ushered onto the stage, and barely managed to hold in his whimpers as all the men and women in the room were looking at them like they were rib-eyes and they were all starving. Brooke had his hand clamped in a death grip as she looked out as well.

  “And here we have, Ladies and Gentlemen, saved the best for last; twin Omegas, Bruce and Brooke Wayne! The last of the Wayne’s, they actually score high in mathematics and sciences, Bruce is intersex…” Bruce drowned out the announcer as his and Brooke’s ‘accomplishments’ were listed, and took stock of just who was there, and felt more than a little sick at who he saw; crime bosses like Thorn, Falcone, and Maroni were there (God, but he hoped Maroni didn’t win them as the man had four Omega’s already, and more than one of them had been accidentally photographed with shiners). There were creeps like Hugo Strange, who was rumoured to experiment on Betas, and Kathryn Monroe, who was rumoured to be something of a cult leader. Then, there were just straight up assholes like Roland Daggett, an unscrupulous CEO that was suspected of taking several shortcuts to get what he wanted, their old classmate Brant Jones, and the one who made him the sickest of all; Theo Galavan. Bruce prayed to whatever powers were listening that Galavan didn’t get them as he would no doubt dissolve Wayne Enterprises as he despised the Wayne’s, and it had been all Thomas, and later Lee, could do to keep Galavan away from Bruce and Brooke when they were younger.

  “Shall we start the bidding at $500,000? Thank you, Mr. Daggett, that’s $500,000 to start us off.”

  “$550,000!”

 “You insult the pair, Salvatore! $750,000!” Bruce was pretty sure that was Carmine Falcone, and prayed that either they were going to be the old man’s, or his son Mario, who was said to actually be rather kind, as opposed to the daughter Sofia; word had it the woman was a straight up whack-job.

 “You both insult such fine specimens; $1,000,000!” Hugo Strange bid, and Bruce quickly hoped someone outbid the man quickly as he was losing feeling in his hand due to Brooke’s squeezing.

 “$1,500,000!” Bruce saw another acquaintance, Tommy Elliot enter the ring, and really hoped he had matured some since he punched his lights out.

 “$5,000,000!” Please, God, no was all Bruce could think as Galavan threw his own hat into the ring.

 “$6,000,000!” Bruce was both relieved someone outbid Galavan, but also a little disturbed as it was Kathryn Monroe who bid; he had nothing against older women taking younger lovers (he refused to call them cougars as he found it offensive), but it wasn’t really his thing and besides which, while he may be bisexual, he largely swung for his own team.

 “$10,000,000!” Bruce looked up at the familiar voice and saw Barbara Kean and her partner Tabitha Galavan had just thrown down a substantial gauntlet, and he wondered why as not only were Barbara and Tabitha lesbians, they had two Omegas already, and one Beta; his friends Ivy Pepper, Bridgit Pike, and Selina Kyle. He figured this way, he would carry the pups and they wouldn’t have to worry about it. They were probably his and Brooke’s best hope as they would be with their friends and while Barbara could be a little intense (and Tabitha was well known for her whip), he didn’t think either woman would be abusive to their Omegas; Selina had certainly never complained about how Bridgit and Ivy were treated.

 “$15,000,000!” Daggett came back into the ring with a strong bid, and Bruce was beginning to feel a little sick as he placed his other hand over Bryce, who whispered a sorry into his ear.

 “$23,000,000!” Bruce was rather surprised when Fish Mooney threw a bid out as the woman was usually too busy to have much to do with Omegas, but among the crime bosses littering Gotham, she was one of the better ones to be owned by.

 “$30,000,000!” Bruce gripped Brooke back as Galavan countered with a number not many would be willing to counter, even for twin Omegas.

 “$40,000,000!” Barbara and Tabitha countered, and it seemed like they were in a vacuum as there didn’t seem to be any noise whatsoever. Bruce prayed that it was too much for Galavan to go above his sister as the announcer exclaimed,

 “We have $40,000,000! Thank you Miss. Kean and Miss. Galavan! Do I have anymore bids? That’s $40,000,000 for the Wayne twins to Miss. Kean and Miss. Galavan going once! Going Twice! Going Three ti-!”

 “$50,000,000!” Bruce was almost certain he or Brooke were going to pass out as they felt the air pressure drop at an unprecedented number, even for a pair of Omegas. He looked out into the audience and saw that many had mentally withdrawn from the battle, and felt his heart sink as he knew not even Barbara and Tabitha would go against such a bid.

 “We now have $50,000,000 to Mr. Theo Galavan! That is a new record! Thank you, Mr. Galavan! Do I have anymore bids? Sirs? Ladies? Well, then that is $50,000,000 to Mr. Theo Galavan, going once!” Bruce prayed anyone would outbid Galavan; he would gladly cover the difference if at least his sister was safe, but none raised their hands.

 “Going twice!” Bruce felt Brooke clutch his shoulder as her own shook with the realization that no one was going to outbid their worst nightmare.

 “Going three times!” Bruce saw Galavan smirk as his dream of destroying the Wayne legacy was about to come to fruition.

 “So-”

 “$98,316,010.99!” Everyone was stunned and swirled their heads, trying to figure out who had placed such an outlandish (and rather peculiar) bid, only to see a man decked out in a tight leather outfit and completely bald; he didn’t even have eyebrows, but all knew who this man was. Victor Zsasz, one of, if not the most, Gotham’s most deadly assassins, the Penguin’s bodyguard and enforcer; a man not to be trifled with under any circumstances.

 “S-sir?” The announcer, who before had been annoyingly enthusiastic about selling off young men and women, was now very scared as the assassin actually walked up on stage with two of his Zsaszette’s as others referred to them, both of whom smiled gently at the frightened Omegas.

 “That, is a joint bid from my boss, Oswald Cobblepot, Jervis Tetch, Victor Fries, Jim Gordon, Alfred Pennyworth, and the Valeska twins, Jerome and Jeremiah. They couldn’t decide which one they wanted, so they pooled their resources for the pair of them.” Zsasz explained before he took a good look at the twins and asked,

 “Do either of you feel comfortable wearing that?” Bruce shook his head as Brooke whispered,

 “No, Mr. Zsasz.”

 “OK, we got some clothes in the car you can change into before we leave, make you look less like a pair of hookers and more like a pair of wealthy brats. Unless, of course, someone wishes to bid against the seven most dangerous men in the city?” Zsasz looked out toward the crowd, making eye contact with Galavan in particular, who actually looked to be gearing up to try and outbid the psychopath, when the announcer said,

 “Going once, going twice, going thrice, sold! Sold to -”

 “Just call them the Legion of Horribles; it’s quite the mouthful otherwise.” Zsasz said as he and his girls checked the pair for any bruising or scars, and somewhat surprised to see a few here and there, but they weren’t abuse scars; these were battle scars.

 “Sold to the Legion of Horribles! They just have to do one final check-up and then you can pick them up at the side entrance.”

 “Most valuable darlings in the world, and you make them sound like a pair of cheap hookers, nice.” One of the Zsaszette’s complained before the pair were escorted off the stage.

Please tell me what you think of it so far, as there’s a lot more to come!

[meanhoeforcb97]

Say My Name

Pairing: Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut (and a bit of fluff at the end🙈)

Warnings: Hard Dom! Chan, Daddy/babygirl kink, oral (f), mentions of alchohol(??)

Words: 3.3k

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I'm so embarrassed to post this eYE–

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It was a lovely quite warm evening during the middle of March and your friend Leah had persuaded you into going out for a couple of drinks.

After your last relationship had come to a bad end a few months prior –almost a year– you hadn't been going out much as you weren't interested in a love life at the moment.

Which also ended up affecting your sex life and making it basically nonexistent.

So Leah was determined to change that.

She helped you pick out a dress and you both got ready at your house. She did your make up and you did hers, you were having a great time with one of your closest friends and you genuinely thought this would be a girls night. Little did you know what was about to take place only a few hours from now.

"Damn! You're fire!" You told Leah hyping her up and boosting her confidence. She was wearing a black, strapless and tight fitted dress with some fishnets and knee-high boots.

"You are not so bad yourself!" She said joking as she gestured towards your outfit which consisted of a red tight fitted off-the-shoulder dress that reached just a few inches above your knees and had a slit up your left thigh suggesting what was laying underneath paired with black stilettos.

You weren't really the type to dress up or go clubbing often but whenever you did, you honestly loved it! You loved how confident these sexy outfits made you feel. You loved the stares coming from men and women left and right. You loved the euphoric feeling of sex mixed with alcohol. Nights like these were the ones you strived to always remember.

So with one last check in the mirror you and your friend exited your house, locked the door behind you two and entered a passing cab. Both of you agreed that you wouldn't drive as you both planned to drink at least one glass. So to be safe, you called a taxi.

Arriving at the club, you both entered while holding hands as to not get lost between the sea of sweaty bodies grinding up against each other.

You hadn't even made it to the bar yet and you had already spotted a few hotties—this definitely wasn't gonna be a girl's night.

Leah sat on one of the stools and you sat right next to her and you both turned to the barman.

From the corner of your eye you notice how Leah was basically drooling, and in all honesty she had all the rights to. He was tall and incredibly gorgeous. He seemed to be quite young, at least younger than the two of you so you weren't planning on making any moves as for Leah, that's another story.

"So ... Hyunjin." She said reading his name tag.

"Yes miss, how could I help you?" He asked slightly leaning into the counter with a sky smirk on his face.

"My friend over here and I would like something to drink... give us your best drinks." She said placing some money on the counter and he looked at her hand pushing the bills.

"This one's on me, gorgeous." He said as he sent a wink her way and got to work.

She turned to you and you pouted, "What the actual fuck Leah? It hasn't even been 15 minutes since we entered and you already have found a hottie who will probably fuck the shit out of you later. What am I supposed to do?" You whined at her.

"Calm down okay? I'll help you! I'll find you a nice person to take care of you!" She said with a wink.

"How about this guy right there? The one with the blonde hair and green eyes? He looks fine!" She said and you bit your lip about to give in, but then saw a girl wrapping a hand around his waist and he leaned down and kissed her.

"Oh.." She let out dumbfounded and you sighed.

"Just forget it, I don't need any guy to show me fun! I can do it myself! I'm gonna dance!" You said trying to make her forget about it.

Just at that moment Hyunjin turned around and placed two glasses on the counter, you thanked him, grabbed yours and left right away.

The dance floor was busy with sweaty bodies dancing like crazy to the upbeat music blasting through the speakers.

Taking small and frequent sips of your drink, you found yourself letting loose to the music and your body moving according to the beat.

After a few of these drinks you were getting tipsy and you were dancing on your own for a long time now, deciding that was enough for now you went to leave when suddenly you almost bumped into a male figure.

And fuck, was he hot though?

"Oh oops, I'm sorry!" You said and went to leave.

"Its okay I wasn't looking! By the way love your dress!" He said as he winked at you and you smirked slyly.

"Well thank you, you look quite nice yourself." You said in a joking manner.

Being tipsy and all you continued to dance alone in front of the man's presence as he continued to talk with you.

And he couldn't help but stare in curiosity and lust.

You were so fucking hot he couldn't even comprehend how fuckable you looked all sweaty under the dim coloured lights of the club.

It made him think about you sweaty and under dim lights in a completely different scenario.

"So my names Chris, yours? Or should I call you gorgeous?" He asked in a flirting manner as he grabbed his lower lip between his teeth.

He proceeded to dance along to the music and waiting for an answer.

You couldn't help but scan the man from head to toe, his hair was a beautiful shade of dark brown matching with his eyes. His lips were plump and pink and he had adorable dimples that showed up whenever he smirked playfully at you. His body oh gosh his body was something you really wanted to explore. His exposed biceps were buff and veiny and it was obvious that the man worked out a lot.

You smirked and looked straight into his eyes and moved closer to his form still dancing.

"The names Y/n.. but you can call me whatever you want hottie" you said and proceeded to grind your ass against his thigh.

He bit his lip harder as his hands landed on the small of your waist.

"This is a dangerous game you're playing little girl.." he said through clenched teeth as he leaned so far in that your noses were almost touching and you could feel his breath fanning your lips. You leaned into his ear and let out a chuckle.

"Maybe this isn't the most dangerous it can get.." you said and captured his earlobe between your teeth.

Chris's grip on your waist tightened and his breath slightly hitched.

He pulled you back and kissed you on the lips. The kiss was rough and full of lust, your tongues fighting for dominance and yours winning for a second before he regained control. He bit and sucked on your lips and tongue making you let out tiny noises of satisfaction making him pull even closer to his body.

You were both a mess, making out in the middle of the dance floor and grinding against each other like wolves in heat.

"Wanna take this to my place?" He asked as he pulled away from your mouth panting.

You turned towards were your friend was sitting to see her still flirting with that Hyunjin guy. You took out your phone sent her a quick text and nodded at him.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you through the crowd, leading you outside he called a taxi and then turned to you and kissed you on the lips once again.

"You sure about this babygirl?" He asked making sure you were doing this with full consent.

"Babygirl huh?" You smirked slyly and leaned in towards his face.

"Sure thing daddy." You whispered into his mouth before biting his lip and he groaned in response grabbing your hips and bringing you closer.

You started making out in the parking lot and just when his hands travelled from your waist to the curve of your ass, the taxi arrived.

You both got in and continued making out at the backseat after Chris instructed the driver to get you two to his house.

Once the car came to a stop he paid for the ride and lead you inside by pulling on your hand.

Throwing your handbag by the door you turned to him only to have him pinning you up against the wall and sucking on your neck searching for your sweet spot.

Your legs immediately became wobbly and your hands found a tight grip on his biceps.

It took everything in you not to moan but when he sucked on that specific spot close to the center of your collarbones you couldn't help but let out a strangled whine.

You bit your hand embarrassed by the sound that came out of your mouth.

"Oh no babygirl! Let daddy hear your beautiful voice alright?" He said as he gave your lips a peck and moved his way downwards to your littered neck full of fresh marks.

Unzipping your dress and sliding it down, he stopped just above your stomach so your boobs would be freed.

He kissed on top of your cleavage and couldn't help but bury his face in them.

He quickly took off your bra throwing it somewhere in the livingroom.

He then proceeded to suck, lick and bite onto your right boob, paying extra attention to the erect nipple.

"Chris~" you couldn't help but moan his name as he worked wonders on your breasts.

"What was that babygirl?" He asked as he stopped.

"N-Nothing! Please don't stop!" You practically begged as you tried to pull his face close to your naked chest once again.

"I'm gonna let this slide just this once. But daddy won't be as generous next time! Understood?" He asked and you nodded desperately.

He had barely even touched you yet and you were already wet, your panties getting more and more soaked by the minute.

With a last squeeze and a kiss on your breasts he pulls away, took off his dress shirt and lead you to his bedroom.

The room was dimly lit by some side lamp on his desk and the bed was large, but that's just about everything you noticed before he pushed you on the bed and pinned your hands above you head.

Taking off the dress completely, he exposed your lower half which was covered by a thin layer of lace.

He smirked and licked his lips with lust and hunger mixed in his beautiful but dark irises.

"You planned on getting fucked tonight didn't you?" He asked as he pulled on the under garment's band and then let it slap against the beautiful and not to mention unmarked skin of your thighs.

"Well you ain't getting fucked by a little boy today, so why dont you let me show you how daddy fucks his little girl huh?" He said and you couldn't help but clench around thin air, your thighs closing and your butt squirming.

"Hmm, my  babygirl is so needy~" he cooed as he gripped your thighs and forcefully pulled them apart revealing your covered heat.

Chris quickly rid you of the last piece of clothing remaining on your body and his breath hitched in his throat as he saw your glistening wet flower.

He trailed kisses down the center of your chest to your tummy and lastly to your danger zone— but no! Chris wasnt gonna give it to you so easily.

He kissed all around your pussy and thighs avoiding your clit and entrance and kissing around it on the outer lips and inner thighs.

Leaving a few marks here and there as well your hips thrusted forward trying desperately to find some sort of friction.

He quickly pinned your hips down with his strong hands and finally looked straight into your eyes as he landed the first long and sharp lick across your slit.

You moaned loudly and he couldn't help but groan as he lapped up all of your arousal.

Focusing on your clit, he slipped one finger in your tight hole making you moan louder and pant heavier than before.

"Oh my gosh, keep going! Just like that!" You moaned as Chris hit your g-spot with his finger repeatedly.

He hummed against your clit causing the vibration to send waves of pleasure all over your body while at the same time he added a second finger.

All of the stimulation of your most sensitive parts soon enough drove you over the edge.

Chris sensed that you were close as your walls tightened around his fingers so he gave your clit one last strong suck and pulled his mouth and fingers away from you making you let out a cry of frustration as you lost your high.

"I swear to God if you don't finish what you started... I haven't had sex in freaking months!" You said as you sat up on your ass looking at Chris frustrated.

"Watch your mouth babygirl.." He said as he glared at you. You couldn't help but be intimidated by his naked and toned figure hovering over you.

"And don't worry I'm about to change that." He said with a smirk as he unbuckled his belt and proceeded to take off his jeans and briefs.

Once his member was out and free you couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together at the image of his red and angry dick standing tall against his toned stomach and leaking with pre-cum already.

"You caused this babygirl..." He growled as he came closer to you. "How do you feel about that?" He asked as gripped a fistful of your hair and tilted up your head to look straight into his eyes.

"Proud." Was all you said before he crashed your lips together in yet another sloppy make out session and he pushed you further into the bed.

You could feel his cock against your pussy and all you wanted and needed at that moment was him inside you and fucking you mercilessly.

"What do you want baby? Let me hear you.." He panted in your ear as he placed a condom around his erected cock.

"I want you Daddy! I want Daddy to fuck me till I cant think straight! To fuck me so good that I wont be able to walk for days!" You cried out and he groaned.

"Your wish is my demand..." he managed to growl out before plugging his thick and rock-hard cock into your swollen, wet cavern.

You both let out sighs of relief at the pleasure of him being inside you.

It was as if his cock was made just to be inside your pussy as he filled you to the brim and stretched you out oh so good.

Soon he started rocking his hips in the most delicious pace and your moans mixed with his.

The strong smell of sex inhabited the room and the sound of skin slapping against skin was loud.

He was fucking you so good. He was hitting all the right places and had you a moaning mess in no time.

"Faster daddy, faster!" You cried out as you felt your orgasm being just around the corner.

He groaned at the sound of your voice so desperate and so shamelessly begging for his cock.

Chris grabbed one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder. This new angle gave him the chance to explore your pussy in a whole different depth.

With this position you could feel him hitting your g-spot repeatedly once again making you basically scream in pleasure.

He looked at your beautiful face while trusting his hips deeply into your own and he couldnt help but moan at your fucked out expression and sweaty face. Your hair was disheveled and flying everywhere. And as his eyes travelled further down he watched as your boobs bounced from the hard rocking of his hips and just a little bit lower he saw as his dick was engulfed by your hungry vagina.

You were gorgeous.

He kissed your lips and sucked on your tongue as he brought a hand down to your entrance and rubbed inconsistent circles on your swollen clit.

You gasped and cried out at the newfound pleasure.

"Oh my gosh I'm so close! So close!" You managed to let out as you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

"Let go for daddy babygirl, let daddy see how much you enjoyed him fucking your tight little pussy." He said as he watched you intently and adding even more pressure to your clit.

You let out a strangled moan and gripped his biceps tightly slightly scratching him in a progress and came undone.

The orgasm was so intense that your body was shaking violently afterwards.

As you came, Chris could feel your walls tighten around his dick and his thrust got sloppier and sloppier as he continued fucking into you, chasing his own orgasm while at the same time helping you ride out yours.

To help him, you took down your leg from his shoulder and pulled him closer to you sucking on his neck leaving marks all over it.

He moaned in pleasure when you found his sweet spot and guided your hand to his balls, and you got the memo and massaged them.

He moaned even louder this time as his own orgasm wrecked his body. Coming into the condom he stopped his movements but stayed put inside you as he caught his breath.

Looking down at your face he leaned down to kiss you, both of your foreheads sweaty and with hair clinging onto your skin so he took a stranded and placed it behind your ear.

Placing his forehead on your own he sighed as he pulled his member out of your vagina and you squeezed your thighs together as your previously filled pussy lost its warmth and you trembled lightly.

He took off the condom and threw it away, he leaned down and placed a soft peck on your lips far different than the previous kisses you two shared.

"I'm gonna go grab something to clean you up alright? I'll be right back." He said and you nodded, he smiled and placed one last peck on your lips before leaving.

Laying there alone in his bed you felt your body slowly but surely start to drift in and out of conciousness as you felt completely and utterly exhausted.

At some point your eyes were closing in their own accord and you were almost asleep when suddenly the bed besides you dipped.

You forced your eyes open to see Chris sitting next to you, still completely naked, while holding a wet towel and a glass of water.

He helped you up to your butt and passed you the glass of water. You drank it all in one go and he took back the glass as he helped you lay down again.

"Such a good girl for me... taking my cock so well and cooperating with me.." he cooed at you as he grabbed the towel and placed it on your vagina softly.

The towel was warm making you relax under his gentle touch. He gently and carefully cleaned your vagina and thighs before folding the towel in half and with the clean side he proceeded to wipe the sides of your face, neck and chest.

He stood back up and pulled the duvet over you, placed a kiss on your forehead and left the room with the towel and the glass once again.

He came back soon after though and got under the duvet with you, you were turned away from him so he got this chance to hug you from behind and be the big spoon.

And at that you both fell into a peaceful dreamless sleep.

[remywrites5]

           Sirius yawned and stretched his arms over his head as he walked through the hallways of his school. It had been another sleepless night of listening to his parents argue and pretending he couldn’t hear them. He’d put his headphones in and turned his music up as loud as he could but it still wasn’t enough to drown them out. In the end he had given up the illusion of sleep and committed to staying awake – a decision he was now regretting as he tried to make it though the school day.

           He had an off period so he was looking for a place to take a nap. He went down towards the music rooms, as there were usually a few practice rooms vacant. He would be able to shut the door and be undisturbed for at least a good half hour. He would just have to set an alarm on his phone so he didn’t miss his maths class. He knew McGonagall was planning a pop quiz because he’d peeked through her planner.

           Sirius poked his head into one of the practice rooms and found Remus Lupin strumming a guitar with a pick in his mouth resting against his silver lip ring. Remus glanced up when he heard the door open and smiled kindly. Sirius felt something funny happen to his insides the way it always did when Remus was around. Remus had only moved to their school the year before and no one really knew much about him. Sirius had barely spoken ten words to the guy but it hadn’t stopped him having an annoyingly inconvenient crush on him.

           “Sorry,” he said, his hand still on the doorknob. He kept telling his body to turn around and leave but it wasn’t cooperating.

           “It’s okay,” Remus said, taking the pick out of his mouth. He played a few more chords and then glanced back up at Sirius. “Did you need something else?”

           “Will you teach me the guitar?” Sirius blurted out before he could think better of it.

           Remus scratched the back of his neck nervously. “I don’t know, I’ve never taught anyone before. I don’t think I’d be very good at it.”

           “I really want to learn though,” Sirius said, pouting slightly at the rejection. It was actually true as well, Sirius had always dreamed of being able to play guitar like a rock star. “I’ll pay you.”

           Remus chewed on his lip for a moment while he considered it. “Do you even have a guitar?”

           “I can get one,” Sirius promised quickly. He could tell he was wearing Remus down just a bit. He wasn’t going to give up now when he was starting to win him over.

           Remus exhaled loudly. “What was your name again?”

           Sirius did his best not to look offended at the question. “Sirius Black.”

           “If you can get a guitar then I’ll do what I can to teach you,” Remus said, playing a few more chords. “But no promises, okay? I told you I’m not much of a teacher. You really should ask Professor Flitwick. He’s the music teacher after all.”

           “He doesn’t like me,” Sirius confessed, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning casually against the doorframe. “Last year I purposefully sang the wrong words during our chorus concert and I was in the front row. Everyone could hear me. He wasn’t very happy about it.”

           Remus bit his lip ring to keep from smiling. “No, I don’t imagine he would be. Should I expect such disrespect when I attempt to teach you?”

           “Nope,” Sirius said, popping the p before letting his lips curl into a grin. “I’ll be an angel.”

           Remus rolled his eyes. “Somehow I doubt that. Get the guitar and we’ll see.”

           “I will,” Sirius promised. He could already feel himself getting excited. He had wanted to learn guitar since forever and now bonus he was getting to learn it from his crush. It felt like a win-win scenario. Sirius headed off having forgotten any ideas of taking a nap, too excited to even think of closing his eyes, for fear that this was a dream.

                                                           ***

           “What are we doing again?” James asked as he hit a tambourine a few times. Taking James Potter anywhere was a menace but Sirius’ best mate had insisted on coming with him.

           “I’m buying a guitar,” Sirius responded distractedly as he looked at the wall of guitars in the music shop. “I’m just not sure what kind of get.”

           “Why though?” James asked, scratching his head, his fingers getting lost in his unruly hair.

           “Remus Lupin offered to teach me,” Sirius explained, pulling one of the guitars off the wall. He put the strap over his head and positioned it against his body. It was a black and white Fender and Sirius couldn’t help thinking he looked kind of cool as he watched himself in the mirror.

           “Ah, okay.” James said, nodding in understanding as he put the tambourine back. “So you just want an excuse to spend time with Remus.”

           “That’s not all,” Sirius said defensively, strumming his left hand without playing any chords. “I’ve always wanted to learn guitar. This is a perfect opportunity. Plus I get to spend time with Remus.”

           James grabbed a pair of drumsticks and began twirling them between his fingers. “Do you think Lily would like me if I played an instrument?”

           “Mate, I think the only way Lily Evans would like you is if she got a lobotomy.”

           “Rude,” James said, putting the stick back.

           Sirius tilted his head from side to side as he looked at himself in the mirror. “Remus had an acoustic guitar. Should I get one of those instead? If I show up with the wrong kind of guitar he might change his mind about helping me.”

           “You’re overthinking it,” James assured him, clapping his hand on Sirius’ shoulder. “Just get whatever kind of guitar you want.”

           Sirius nodded and gave his best friend an appreciative look. He tried a few more guitars and decided on a candy apple red and black Fender. It was about six hundred pounds but Sirius thought it was well worth it. He just hoped that Remus liked it as much as he did.

                                                                       ***

           Remus’ eyes widened as Sirius took his new guitar out of the case. “Wow, that’s um…quite the guitar.”

           “Is it bad?” Sirius asked, his stomach dropping. He knew he would mess everything up. He should have just gotten an acoustic guitar like the one Remus had. “I can always take it back.”

           “No, it’s fine.” Remus said, smiling softly. “It’s kind of flashy but I think it suits you.”

           Sirius tucked his hair behind his ear and returned Remus’ smile. “You think so?”

           Remus nodded and then adjusted the beanie on his head. His tawny curls were poking out from the front of it and his school tie undone. He looked relaxed and effortlessly cool. Sirius desperately wanted to kiss him and find out what the lip ring would feel like.

           Remus sat down on the floor with his guitar in his lap and Sirius immediately moved to sit down across from him. Together they tuned Sirius’ guitar so that it matched Remus’. Remus showed him a few chords and they played Yellow Submarine together very slowly since it only had about three chords in the chorus. “That’s really good,” Remus said, beaming at Sirius proudly. “You’re a natural.”

           Sirius grinned and shook his head. “No you’re just a good teacher.”

           “Bullocks,” Remus teased, scratching his eyebrow. “You’ve played an instrument before. I can tell.”

           Sirius snorted and ran through the chords again. “My mum made me play violin as a kid. Had to take private lessons and everything. I wasn’t that into it but she liked having a son that could play. My brother Reg played the piano and she would make us play duets during dinner parties. It was the worst.”

           “But she let you quit?”

           Sirius glanced up at Remus and then gave him a shrug in response. “The high school doesn’t have an orchestra anyway so there wasn’t much point in continuing on. She allowed me to pursue other interests.”

           “She sounds kind of tough,” Remus said, patting Sirius’ knee sympathetically.

           Sirius reached down and places his hand over Remus’, enjoying the feeling of warmth that came from touching him. He turned Remus’ hand over and felt the callouses on Remus’ fingers from the guitar strings. “You don’t know the half of it.”

           “Sirius – “

           “Anyway, I’m here to learn, not share my tragic backstory,” he said, dropping Remus’ hand. “What’s next?”

           Remus chewed on his lip ring for a moment and seemed ready to argue. After a moment he shook his head and showed Sirius another chord. “So, um, my band is playing a gig this weekend.”

           “You’re in a band?” Sirius asked, his eyes widening in surprise.

           “Yeah, we’re terrible,” Remus told him with a soft chuckle. “Lily convinced me to join after her old guitar player, Fabian, hurt his hand during a rugby match. If you wanted to come see us play we’ll be at the Three Broomsticks on Saturday night. You don’t have to though, as I said, we’re not very good.”

           “I’ll be there!” Sirius promised, knowing there was no way in hell he’d miss it.

                                                                       ***

           “You’re sure Lily is going to be here?” James asked, following Sirius through the pub.

           “It’s her band, you numpty,” Sirius said as he playfully smacked James upside the head. “She’s the lead singer.”

           “Oh god, I’m going to die. She’s so pretty and she can sing?”

           It was pretty crowded for a Saturday night as James and Sirius weaved their way through the crowd. They each got a pint from the bar and then went to find somewhere to stand so they could see the stage. For the moment they were just playing music through the speakers of what sounded like a club mix.

           After about twenty minutes of Sirius searching in vain for Remus, the lights dimmed and the spotlights on the stage came on. Sirius glanced over at his best friend and saw his jaw drop as Lily Evans stepped onto the stage. She had on a pair of fishnet stockings and black shorts, a Star Wars t-shirt and an unzipped hoodie over it. While James stared at Lily, Sirius’ vision focused just slightly to her left where Remus was plugging his guitar into the amp. Instead of his brown acoustic guitar he had a turquoise and white electric guitar. He wore ripped jeans, a plain white t-shirt and a blue and green flannel with his signature (as Sirius had come to think of it) brown beanie on his head. Rounding out the band was Benjy Fenwick on bass and Marlene McKinnon on drums.

           Remus looked out into the crowd and smiled when he noticed Sirius, his teeth resting against his lip ring, making Sirius’ insides do funny little flips. Marlene banged her sticks together a few times as Lily stepped up to the mic and began to sing. James immediately started cheering and clapping as the song began. After a moment Sirius couldn’t help joining in.

           Lily took the mic out from the stand and walked over to Remus, their hips swaying in time to the music as they danced together. Sirius couldn’t help the pang of jealousy in his chest from how close Lily was getting to Remus. He knew it was just part of the show but they leaned in close to share the mic as Remus harmonized with Lily. Sirius took a large pull from his beer and tried to get himself under control. He felt slightly better when the song ended and Lily went back to the mic stand in the center of the stage.

           “What do you know about that bloke Remus?” James shouted in Sirius’ ear as the next song started. He clearly was jealous of the on stage chemistry Lily and Remus shared too.

           “I know he’s going to be mine after tonight,” Sirius said before downing his beer and heading to the bar for another one.

           They played a total of five songs before Lily thanked everyone and wishing them good night. The lights on the stage went out and the band began to pack up their stuff. The same club mix started to pour out of the speakers as James and Sirius made their way to the stage.

           “Oh great, what do you want?” Lily asked already scowling at James.

           “I just came to watch the show!” James answered defensively.

           Remus had just finished putting his guitar away when Sirius tugged him down from the stage. “Hi there,” Remus said, smiling warmly at Sirius. “Did you – “

           Remus was cut off by Sirius capturing his lips in a kiss much less frantic than Sirius felt at the moment. Remus pulled back after a few seconds and stared at Sirius with a puzzled expression on his face. Sirius reached up and brushed Remus’ curls off his forehead before pressing a kiss there as well.

           Remus laughed softly. “Should I take that to mean you liked the show?”

           “I did,” Sirius confirmed, letting his arms rest around Remus’ shoulders. “Also you lied to me.”

           “I did?” Remus asked bemusedly as he put his hands on Sirius’ waist.

           “You told me you were rubbish,” Sirius reminded him. He let his hand cup the nape of Remus’ neck and he pressed down just slightly, feeling Remus shiver against him in response. “I thought you were really good. You were a rock star.”

           Remus rolled his eyes before leaning in and kissing Sirius again. “I think you might be a tad biased on that account.”

           “Not at all,” Sirius said as he nibbled playfully on Remus’ lip. “I’m quite the music snob if you must know.”

           “Ah,” Remus huffed in amusement. “So you liking our music is actually quite the compliment.”

           “Exactly,” Sirius murmured against Remus’ lips, kissing him again and then again for good measure. “I’ve excellent taste in music and men.”

           Remus took a step back in order to grab his guitar off the stage. He held it in one hand and took Sirius’ hand with his other. “You know, if you wanted to go out with me you could have just asked. You didn’t have to pretend you wanted to learn guitar.”

           “I did want to learn the guitar,” Sirius insisted as Remus led him out through the back door of the club. Benjy’s van was parked outside so Remus slid his guitar into it and then sat down on the edge of the open boot. He grabbed Sirius by his Ramones’ t-shirt until Sirius was standing between his open legs. “I might be a bit hot for teacher, though.”

           “God, I hope you mean me and not Professor Flitwick,” Remus teased with a knowing smirk.

           “Mm, Flitwick is dead sexy,” Sirius joked, tracing the contours of Remus’ face with his finger, trying to memorize it already, as he couldn’t get enough of it. “But I prefer you.”

           “It’s a good thing you’re my only student or I would get accused of playing favorites,” Remus said, putting his hands behind him and leaning back.

           “Only two lessons and I’m already teacher’s pet, huh?” Sirius managed to quip even though his heart was racing from the way Remus was looking at him. He desperately wanted to shut the boot and snog Remus in the back of the van.

           Remus hummed in agreement. “My pet, you say? If that’s the case then maybe I should feed you, huh boy?”

           Sirius let out a yip like a puppy and licked a stripe up Remus’ neck. “Remus Lupin, are you asking me out on a date?”

           Remus laughed and shoved Sirius’ face away. “Yeah, I guess I am, since apparently I already own you anyway.”

            “Think you’ll keep me then?” Sirius asked, sitting down next to Remus and lacing their fingers together. It was astonishing to Sirius that something as simple as holding Remus’ hand was enough to make him feel a little lightheaded.

           “Yeah,” Remus said, giving Sirius’ hand a reassuring squeeze. “I’ll keep you.”

[wolfs-hunt1]

See me after class 4

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word count: 1573

Warnings: Alchool consuption, sexual themes

A/N: drunk drabble for @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ .  Can’t believe it took me so long to write this, but the ideia I had for it when out the window as soon as i wrote the first few words. I know I might have gotten way off topic XD. So this isnt like i had hoped for, but i do hope you’ll like it.

Part 3  

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The best part about Halloween season in university? All the parties being planed by the students. They were an annual occurrence, and the talk of the school for weeks before, making the corridors buzz with excitement for them. Some of your classmates were gonna dress up with matching costumes, but you?

You had something else planned. Bucky had agreed to go with you to one of the parties, since he put in for a transfer to another university the two of you could be a bit more open with your relationship, but now you couldn't really gawk up at him during classes anymore. Oh well. It was a small price to pay.

He had also agreed to let you choose your costumes. So you had decided to try and get creative with your costume, and maybe even try something new in the bedroom with him. You had chosen the costumes already, you only needed to hide them for a bit more from Bucky so that you could watch the surprise on his face when you showed him.

The week dragged on, and once the weekend came you were so excited to spend the next week with Bucky you barely managed to keep yourself from jumping up on him when he showed up at your apartment door.

"Wow there." Bucky leans down and gives you a long kiss, before looking longingly at you, "I know you are excited babe, but no need to jump me here in the hallway," he chuckles at you, leading you back inside, "we can wait for when we're inside." he waggles his eyebrows suggestively making you laugh and gently slap his arm.

"I've been two weeks without you, I don't want to wait." you two walk further into the apartment, him taking off his leather jacket and laying it on the back of the couch. You start kissing him, interlocking your fingers in his hair and pulling him to you gently. "I have something for you. It's a surprise." you say between kisses.

He hums and grabs onto your hips, walking you into a walk and moving his lips across your jaw up to your ear. "I do like surprises." he whispers lowly, making a shiver run down your spine. He sucks gently on your neck and gives a little bite before gently licking the spot to soothe the little pain. "So, what did you have planed?"

"I bought us matching costumes, and thought that maybe we could…. do some roleplay with them?" this intrigued Bucky.

"Roleplay? I think I like that idea. So… what costumes did you get us?" you felt giddiness course your veins at his question, so you moved from the wall, and pulled him with you to the bedroom. you walk up to the wardrobe and pull out two big costume bags to put them in the bed for Bucky to see.

"Go on, you can look." you say, a big smile adorning your lips while you waited expectantly for his response. He opened the bags and stopped, looking at the contents for the longest of times. There was a small smirk on his face when he took out the pair of fluffy ears and tail to inspect them better. He noticed the but plug in the tail and looked at you to see you biting your lips.

"Those are for me… and the rest is for you." Bucky put the items on the plush bed covers and looks inside the bags once more, he can see a red shirt, leather pants, and a dark red cape with a hood.

"Oh, I get it. So you're gonna be my big bad wolfy now, are you?"

"And you will be my little red riding hood." you nodded at him, getting closer to him until you stood right in front of him, between the bed.

"But here's the catch. We need to stay in the costumes all night at the party, and we can't do anything before we return home." with this is smile dropped and he forced a pout.

"Ah, babe, but watching you with that tail all night and not being able to touch will be torture to me." You lean ever closer to his body, mischieve in your eyes. You can feel him harden against your body, and so you rub harder against him, making his breath came out in hot pants. You suddenly step away, wanting and disappointment crossing Bucky's face, before he straightens himself up and concedes to your terms.

"Very well, no touching while at the party… but that doesn't mean I can't tease you." you think over his words before answering.

"Deal."

Dressing with Bucky constantly trying to tease and to grope you wasn't easy, he also made you not go to the party twice so you could stay home and fuck like mad rabbits. But you managed to take his insatiable hunger for your body and here you two were at one of the parties that were being thrown by the students.

His red shirt hugged his body in all the right places and the leather pants did little do hide his bulge, which seemed to refuse to leave every time he looked your way. The cape with the hood was a bit on the smaller side, only reaching his knees, but it was enough to know what he was dressed up as.

You had fishnets on with booty shorts, the but plug tail sticking out until your mid-thigh, swishing around every time you moved, its soft fur caressing your skin and making shivers run up your spine. You had also a leather corset, and some high heels on, making you almost as tall as Bucky himself.

His hands go to tour lower back, gently guiding you up the stairs of the frat house, before letting you walk through the door first. The entrance hall is filled with dancing monsters and fairies, everyone holding a cup of some alcohol or another. Everyone's costumes were on point and even the simpler ones had something special that put them apart from the others.

The loud music was making the entire floor boom, and the rumbly bass making your bones shake. You danced a bit around, rubbing up against bucky whenever the other people got too close to you and squeezed you to him. You could hear him hissing softly when your tail pressed up against his bulge, making you smile in triumph. You were so going to make tonight hard on him. Literally.

You did have a lot of compliments on your wolf costume, although you could see the other girl's eyes lingering more on Bucky than they should. That actually made you feel hotter, because you knew you were the one taking him home.

"I see Nat, by the bar, I'm gonna go say hi." you yell over the music, while he nodded at you and walked over to the food table.

"Hi, Nat!"

"(Y/N)!" she throws herself at you, hugging you tightly, making you stumble a bit on your heels and hug her back just as tightly. "You look hot, girl!"

"And you look devilish!", she stared at her. She, in her red lingerie and pair of black wings, was the sexiest rendition of a demon, anyone's probably seen that night.

"Wheres Wanda?"

She smiles and waggles her eyebrows, nodding to the dance floor behind you. "She's busy drooling over Vi." you looked at the place she had pointed to see Wanda and Vision dancing super close together, not even acknowledging anyone around them. "So... What about you? I see you're dressed has a cat?"

"Wolf."

"Or that... did you bought matching costumes for your date?"

"Yes. He's my little red riding hood."

"Wow, I thought it was the other way around?"

"I thought to give it a twist." you grinned, calling the attention of the bartender to make you and Nat some shots. "Besides, he looks hot in those leather pants." you nod at Bucky only to see him swarmed with college girls, wearing even less than Natasha if that was even possible.

"Seems like they are trying to steal your little red. Wanna go wolf them down?" you think for a few seconds and decide that you would. you asked the bartender for some more drinks so you could bring one to Bucky, and walk throw the crowd to them.

"Here you have it, sweetie, your drink." you say seductively, catching Bucky's eye, and the other girls. He took the cup and pulled you to him, ignoring the girl that was cuddling up to his side altogether and pushing her aside.

"And hello back, babe, I missed you when you were gone." he took a sip from the cut, and with his arm still around your waist, moved over to where Nat was laughing her ass off over the girls disappointed and angry faces for having been ignored. "You know I only have eyes for you, right?"

"Oh I do my little red, but you seemed like you needed saving from those harpies, and who best than your own bad wolf?" your voice was but a whisper on his ear, leaving then a trail of nips and kissed down his neck making him shudder.

He didn't take much longer than that. He said goodbye to your friends and grabbed you over his shoulder, taking you home soon after and making you howl his name all night long.

Part 5

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine

Erik and Reader are best friends and Reader is the best freaky love for Erik but he doesn’t know how freaky she is. He finds out when he sees her at a heels class dancing to Beyoncé- Rocket.

“Deep down, everyone doubts themselves. Sometimes, I think I’m not good enough but at the end of the day I know I’m the fucking shit. I pray you quit overthinking, replaying failed scenarios, feeding self doubt & seeing the good in everyone but yourself you deserve more, ma.”

He passes Y/N the blunt, licking his full lips with a quick swipe of his tongue, and showing off his gold canines. Taking a puff of weed, Y/N watches Erik scratch the side of his defined torso over a tattoo that says Fuck Reality in that cursive lettering she loved to see. He yawns, blinking his sleepy eyes a few times before looking over at Y/N. She couldn’t help but look at his face.

“Make yourself a priority, Y/N. For real. Stop settling for these toxic lame ass niggas. When you meet a real nigga you gon’ realize you was never asking for too much.”

Y/N passed the blunt back to Erik while staring out of his bedroom window from his king sized bed. She knew her worth, she really did, but she always ended up going back to the same fuck boys.

“You’re too fine to be giving all your time and energy into him. Too fine. My bestfriend needs to know her worth. You looking at me like that but I’m being honest, shit, when was the last time you felt appreciated? When was the last time a nigga did something for you and didn’t expect something in return? Called to check up on you? Texted you back? Ate your pussy because he knows you had a rough week and you just need your pussy ate? Some good sex? When?”

Her carefree bestfriend with his tapered dreads and full beard and mustache. His sincere whiskey colored eyes and messy brows that he always talked with. Raising them, creasing them. He smooths a hand down his solid and sculpted chest before resting that hand over his abs. The gold rings on his fingers against his brown skin was just as beautiful as the sun setting before them.

“I can’t remember. I’m embarrassed to say,” Y/N finally speaks. She heaved a sigh, unzipping her velour pink hoodie, a white form-fitting shirt underneath, “I know I deserve more. Ugh, now I’m going to be single and lonely for Valentine’s.”

Erik sat up on his elbows, the hue of the sunset against his russet skin, “I’m your valentine now. i’ll be there at 10pm climbing through your bedroom window with flowers. Dahlias right? Cool, I’ll see you later tonight?” Erik gave Y/N a teasing smile. She knew he was trying to make her feel better but it didn’t change the fact that it sounded so...honest? Like he wanted to do and say that.

“Scary movies and chill? That romantic movie shit is played out. We can snuggle close with some popcorn with Freddy Kruger on the screen.”

“Your obsession with 80s slasher movies is amazing,” Y/N laughs, “Why must you mix Valentine’s with blood and gore, Erik?”

“Why not? Instead of bleeding your heart out because you’re heart broken, you can watch a heart actually bleeding out,” Erik chuckles before he ashes out the blunt in his ceramic ashtray that Y/N made for him with 4/20 carved into it.

“Should I dress up?” Y/N played along.

“Just keep those same straight backs in your hair and wear those little stripe linen shorts that make your ass look nice. Oh, and that mini white T-shirt that says Daddy on it in pink letters. Can’t forget the mix match ankle socks either.”

“You can wear a durag with a pair of grey sweatpants and a black T-shirt. The ones you wear that’s all loose fitting on you because you refuse to wear a tighter one? Yeah, and a pair of Vans.”

“What time for our little date, ma?”

“8. And don’t be late either.”

“To a date with you? Never.”

“Okay, I have a question,” Y/N turns towards him, “what’s your idea of a perfect night with your girl?”

“Hmm,” Erik rolled his moistened lips in deep thought, “Dick rubs and intellectual conversations. Head in a comfortable bed. Falling asleep with my head laying on her crotch so I can just pull her panties to the side and eat her pussy. Honestly, give pleasure by just being there. We don’t even have to talk or fuck. Presence is just comforting.”

“That sounds amazing,” Y/N never had those things but that’s what her bestfriend likes? She wished she had that same treatment.

“Those chill, nice nights with someone you feel comfortable with.” Erik spoke in a low tone while twirling a single loc, “I crave that.”

“I know, ugh, me too, Erik,” Y/N laid back against the bed, “I have to go to class today.”

Erik gave her a questioning look, “What class?”

Y/N turned around to lay on her belly, “A heels class. Remember I was telling you that I started doing this like a month ago?”

“Shorty, I have other things going on with me right now I didn’t focus on that,” Erik gives her a sad look, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’ve been working on a routine. I think I have it down. It’s gonna be real sexy.”

“Sexy? Who you tryna impress with this class?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Y/N teased.

“Ah, man. That ain’t fair, ma. I’m your bestie.”

“You are but I don’t need to tell you my business,” Y/N rolls her eyes into her head.

“It’s cool, cuz I’m coming there with you.”

Y/N’s face flushed.

“What? I can’t come-“

“NO.”

She didn’t want Erik to watch her dance. Being surrounded by those women made her feel like she was in her room dancing in the mirror. They all connected because they related to each other. If Erik came there she would probably mess up her routine since he would definitely be watching her move. It was a heels choreography class and Erik is a man, he’s going to watch. Y/N wore either a pair of black high crotch panties with fishnets and a cropped t shirt or a form fitting leotard with black sheer stockings. Six inch heels on her feet with a skinny heel since she’s gotten better. Popping her ass and hitting splits to the music. Erik never saw her like that. What would he say and do when he did?

“It really ain’t that deep, ma,” Erik jokes because Y/N was spaced out, “I promise I won’t laugh at you. I don’t have shit else to do but sit around so let me come with you.”

Y/N pondered while staring down at her hands before heaving a sigh of defeat, “okay. You can come.”

“I knew you would say yes,” Erik gave her a half smirk, “You can’t tell me no even if you tried.”

“Don’t embarrass me in there, Erik,” Y/N spoke to him with a warning in her voice. She knew he could be silly and fuck with her but when she danced, it was her time to shine.

“Teh, girl, you really think I would do that?”

Erik got closer to Y/N, leaning on his elbows while his face got closer to hers, “I’ll be on the side lines cheering you on. I promise, okay?”

Y/N looked up into his eyes, giving Erik a weird look before turning away from him, “Okay.”

He was acting very...strange. Not like his usual self but Y/N could be overthinking it. She sat up on her knees, lifting off the bed to put her sneakers back on before picking up her velour jacket and her PINK gym bag that carried all of the things she needed for class.

“Put on a shirt and come on, Erik.” She picked up a shirt that was wrinkled and balled up on the floor before throwing it at him, “I’m not trying to be late!”

“Calm that shit the fuck down, Y/N. Don’t give me attitude before I really make you late for this class.”

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“You calm down yet?” Erik asks Y/N while following behind her to the dance studio that held her heels class. The closer they walked, the more Erik could hear the deep base to the sensual music that vibrates the walls. He’d sit back and watch a bunch of women shake their ass in heels. Erik looked at his bestfriend walking ahead of him as she lead the way with a sway of her hips. Those tantalizing hips. Erik looked up at the back of her head as if she had eyes back their and could see him checking her out. He couldn’t help himself. Like he said back in his room, she’s too fine.

“Are you going to behave?” She looked back at him over her shoulder with a brow raised, “Well? Are you?”

“Yes ma’am,” Erik said with a husky voice, “whatever you say.”

Y/N rolled her eyes before making a left turn, opening the double doors to a dimly lit studio with a pink neon sign of a woman in heels that read dance. A few chairs rested in the corner of the room, mirrors were placed on one side of the wall so that the ladies could watch themselves. A guy stood off to the side in deep conversation with a short plump girl about 5’ 3 dressed in a mesh leotard with red fishnets and heels. He was fumbling with a camcorder that Erik assumes is used to record the ladies do their routines. On the polished hardwood floor, directly in the middle, were all the ladies doing stretches. Some were down in a split stretching out their legs, others were bending over to touch their toes, stretching out their backs. Erik recognized the music. It sounded like Teyana Taylor & Kehlani- Morning.

“Okay, I gotta get myself changed, I’ll be back, alright?” Y/N spoke with a whisper to him.

“Yeah, I’ll be over here,” Erik pointed to a black chair with a leather cushion to sit on.

“Cool,” Y/N gave Erik a silly smile before walking away, waving to a few ladies as she made her way over to the dressing room. Erik rested his hands in the pockets of his black cargo pants that he wore. The wrinkled shirt wasn’t the shirt he had on. He was wearing a muscle tee with the sides cut really low, giving you a view of his muscles and scars along his ribs down to his hips. Black boots on his feet and gold around his neck and on his fingers. Erik scratches his scruffy facial hair while looking around the class. When he did this, eyes were on him, wondering who this handsome guy was that came with Y/N. He entertained their looks for a minute before taking his phone out of his pocket to scroll through pointless apps.

“Oooo, Y/N, what routine are we gonna start out with today, honey?” A tall mocha skinned girl with a large curly bush and a black catsuit on asked. Erik looked up at the mention of her name. His eyes seemed to widen and gawk at Y/N. Erik was in a state of stupor. Stupefied but mesmerized at the same time.

“I have something I’ve been working on all week but that can wait for tomorrow. I gotta have a guy to do the lap dance with. When is Montell coming back?”

“Girl, why use Montell when you can use him?” The tall chick pointed at Erik. Erik looks over at Y/N, watching her eyes grow wide.

“Erik? No,” Y/N laughs, “He’s just here to watch until I’m done.”

The chubby chick that was talking to the camera guy came over to intrude, “Isn’t that your boyfriend though?”

“No. He’s my bestfriend and he’s just going to watch.”

“Well, can I use him for my routine then? I put a little something something together to Ciara- Body Party and I need a nigga to pop this ass on. He so cute, Y/N. Hi bestfriend!” The pretty chubby girl waved at Erik who returned the wave with a smile on his full lips.

“He is cute. How can you just be friends with that?”

“Dominique,” Y/N was referring to the taller chick, “Erica,” She looked over at the short plump girl, “I’m using him for my routine.” Y/N spoke with finality. Wasn’t no chick in that class gonna put ass on him if it wasn’t her.

“Oh? Why the change of heart?” Dominique folded her arms while giving Y/N a sassy smile. Y/N didn’t say a word as she walked away, looking over at Erik before sticking her tongue out at him. He was in a fit of laughter, clutching his chest and everything.

Y/N was dressed in a black thong with sheer black stockings that had tiny rhinestones on it, a tiny black and gold wrap top that made her breast sit high and black stilettos on her feet. All that ass out and bouncing each time she walked. Erik knew his bestfriend has body but damn, he never saw her like this. Y/N was fumbling with a wall audio system that was installed to play throughout the studio. She found the song she wanted, pausing it, then grabbing a chair to bring in the center of the dance floor. The other ladies crowded around and the camera guy set up so that it was facing her. Y/N then walked over to Erik, a roll of her eyes while trying to fight a smile. She got down in front of him in a squat, talking closely with him. Erik leaned forward on his elbows to hear her.

“Okay, so I didn’t mean to put you on the spot like that but,” She sighed, “I’m gonna need you for my routine.”

“Hmm,” Erik smirked, “What I gotta do?”

Y/N licked her lips, “All you gotta do is sit in that chair for me. You’ll be in that chair while I do all the work, alright?”

“Let me ask you something,” Erik narrowed his eyes, “Why did you change your mind so quick?”

Y/N rolled her eyes away from him before kissing her teeth, “You gonna do that for me, or what?”

“You ain’t off the hook, ma,” Erik stood up, while looking down at Y/N who was still in a squat position while staring up the valley of his body to connect with his eyes, “You gon’ tell me after this class.”

“Whatever,” Y/N finally got up, grabbing Erik’s hand with force, walking him to the middle of the dance floor. He wasn’t nervous one bit. He wanted to see what his bestie could do.

“Sit.” She instructed, earning oooo’s and ahhhh’s from the ladies around them. Erik raises his brows at her before taking his seat real slow, legs wide and one arm stretched over the back of the chair. He motioned with his head for Y/N to get started, his eyes intense and heated. Y/N motioned for one of the girls she started the class with to play her song.

Beyoncé- Rocket began to play.

Let me sit this ass

On you

Y/N sat down real slow on Erik while looking back at him. She wound her hips, back arching and ass moving up the length of his crotch nice and gently. She did a spin on his lap, her leg going up and over his head so she could straddle him. Her hands grabbed at his shoulders before pulling on his shirt to bring him closer to her. She made him watch her while her hips moved over him. Erik has to hold onto the sides of the chair.

Show you how I feel

Let me take this off

Will you watch me

Yes, mass appeal

Don't take your eyes

Don't take your eyes off it

Watch it, babe

If you like

You can touch me baby

Do you

Do you wanna touch me baby, ooh

Grab a hold, don't let go

Let me know

That you

Ready (ready)

Erik looked at her with eyes so deeply filled with desire there was no denying his attraction to his bestfriend. Y/N held those eyes with her low ones, before grabbing his jaw to tease him. She almost touched his lips with hers but she pulled away before Erik could even get a taste.

I just wanna show you now

Slow it down

Go around

You rock hard

Y/N stood up, getting down on her knees in front of Erik while running a hand from his chest down to his crotch that was indeed rock hard.

I rock steady

She bounced up and down in a squat to demonstrate how steady she would rock on that hard dick. A few chicks wolf whistled at that, cheering her on.

And rock right up to the side of my mountain

Climb until you reach my peak baby, peak babe, peak

And reach right into the bottom of my fountain

Y/N pats her kitty kat to indicate where that fountain he needed to find was.

I wanna play in your deep baby, your deep baby, deep

Then dip me under where you can feel my river flowing and flow

Y/N went back on the floor, her legs coming all the way up to rest on each side of her head. She was open like the peace sign. Her hands ran up her body, eyes still on Erik to show him that she was nothing to play with. He gave her a sly smirk that showed off a single dimple. So this how she got down? She danced all freaky like this? Showing him where she wanted him to go with his hardness?

Hold me 'til I scream for air to breathe

She grabs her neck, body arching from the floor. Erik could feel his dick growing stiffer.

And wash me over until my well runs dry

Send all your sins all over me, babe, me baby, me

Rock it…

Y/N got up from the floor, swaying her hips. She stared into the camera, moving in those heels like she was wearing a pair of sneakers. Erik didn’t know she was this flexible. When she arched her back to pop her ass, getting into a split stance while running her hand on her crotch he wanted to lift from that chair, pick her up, and hold the back of her neck while making her pop her ass on his hard crotch. He had to have restraint because this is her routine but FUCKKK, was it hard.

Rock it 'til waterfalls

Rock it 'til waterfalls

Rock it 'til waterfalls

Bathe in these waterfalls

She grinned her hips into the floor before bringing her legs up from behind, her heels almost touching the back of her head before rolling over to lift a single leg in the air, grinding her hips forward. She was showing him what that body could do. She was showing him exactly how freaky his bestfriend could be.

I do it like it's my profession

I gotta make a confession

I'm proud of all this bass

When you put it in your face

She stood, arching forward, and grabbing her ankles while looking back at Erik. Her ass popped and swayed from side to side.

By the way, if you need a personal trainer or a therapist

I can be a piece of sunshine, inner peace, entertainer

Anything else that you may read between the lines

You and I create rockets and waterfalls

“YES HUNTY!” One of them yelled out while snapping their fingers.

“THATS IT Y/N!”

Erik nods his head in approval. He found himself rocking to the beat while tapping a single foot and grinding his hips in the chair. She rode that song with so much ease. Beyoncé’s voice mixed with her sensual moves had everyone in that room watching in complete silence now. The song played on and then that’s when it became really intense...

I can't help but love the way we make love

Daddy, daddy

Ooh child, ooh now

Yes, Lord, damn baby

She was going crazy. Popping her ass, arching her back, looking at Erik with her mouth hanging open. Swinging her head from side to side, running her hands over her breasts before jiggling them. That continuous Daddy, Daddy, has Erik losing his mind. The self control was unraveling.

You driving me cray, cray, yeah

You ain't right for doing it to me like that daddy

Y/N crawled towards him. She was staring at him like she wanted to rip his clothes off and show some attention to the hard dick that she felt growing in his pants. When she made it over to him, she got into a handstand, her legs widening into a split, before descending back on him, her legs wrapping around his waist while Erik pulled her forward with his hands on her hips.

Even though

I've been a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad girl

Y/N bends her body back while grinding on him so hard and forceful that Erik couldn’t help but to grind up into her on that chair. His hips were lifting from the chair.

Tell me what you're gonna do about that

He wanted to do something right fucking now. Y/N was driving him crazy. His growls and moans were trapped in his throat because of everyone surrounding him.

Punish me please

Punish me please

Daddy what you're going to do with all of this

Ass

Y/N turns around, her ass rubbing along his chest. Erik moves his hands down her back before slapping her ass, causing Y/N to gasp and everyone around them to cheer and clap.

All up in your face, yeah

Hell yeah

Love me so deep

Ooh my shit's so good it ain't even right

This shit wasn’t fair. She bounced on his lap in a continuous rhythm to the freaky beat. Since she wanted to give him a little lap dance to this beat she was definitely going to fuck him to this song. Bestie or not.

I know I'm right

Hell yeah you the shit

That's why you're my equivalent

So sexy

To Erik’s disappointment, Y/N got up from his lap, circling him in the chair before standing behind him. She lowered her arms over his shoulders from behind, taking her fingers to drag his muscle tee up to reveal his chiseled body. Abs flexed, skin so smooth even with the raised scars, her nails clawing lightly at his ripped abs all the way up to his chest. Her lips lightly touched the side of neck, giving him a lick there while the song faded out. The room erupted with applause at her routine. Y/N wrapped her arms around Erik’s neck, rocking him back and forth with a big smile on her face. Erik grabs her arms, holding them with a grin on his lips. Y/N did her thing.

“Girllllllllllll,” Dominique shouted while coming over to hug Y/N, “You had your bestfriend ready to hop off this chair and handle you, girl.”

“Oh? Really?” Y/N spoke into Erik’s ear before giving him a quick peck on the cheek, “I’m sorry I put this ass on you and you couldn’t do anything about it.”

Erik clenched his jaw. She only fueled him more.

“Nothing to say? Hmm?” She dragged on.

Erik looked up at her with a tilt of his head. She knew those hard domineering eyes meant one thing and one thing only: she was going to get it for sure. He had something for her after this class.

[purple-cat-demon]

  Her Big Bad Wolf

Pairing Gavin x Hazel (pre-marriage but in an established relationship)

Genre: 18+ smut

Word count: 3,007

Warnings: unprotected sex

This is actually the second fic I wrote right after His Tiny Dancer.

*I suck at titling*

This post is very long and I apologize...

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  Hazel was diligently typing away at her computer. The latest proposal was coming together quite nicely so she decided to take a quick break and rest her eyes. As she stretched her arms, Kiki ran over to her desk excitedly.

“Boss! You got an invite to a photo shoot!”

Hazel turned to her subordinate while sporting a confused look.

“Huh?”

“Yeah! This company saw our Group Fairytale Wedding shoot and they want you and Gavin to participate in their upcoming magazine spread.”

Hazel pondered over the invite for a bit. Tossing the idea back and forth; she finally responded.

"Well, what’s the theme?”

“It didn’t really mention the theme but it did have an email and phone number to contact them. Let me pull up the email.”

Kiki commandeered Hazel’s computer and pulled up the invite in question. Hazel looked it over herself but still remained skeptical.

“I don’t know… and I don’t even know if Gavin would be up for it.”

Just then, Minor piped up.

“Boss, you know he would if you just ask.”

Hazel jumped at Minor’s sudden appearance.

“Minor! Don’t scare me like that!”

Minor just grinned sheepishly.

“Sorry, Boss”

Hazel let out an exasperated sigh at her subordinate.

“I’ll just give this company a call later.”

Later that day, back at her place, Hazel stared at the phone number she typed in. She hesitated a bit before pressing the dial option. After a couple of rings, a male voice answered.

“This is Twisted Dreams Photography, how may I help you?”

“Hello, is this Jacob Cordova?”

“Yes, how can I help you?”

“This is Hazel May from Anaheim Electronics Company. I’m calling in regards to the photoshoot invite.”

“Ah yes! Thank you so much for calling back. I saw your promo shoot and was floored at your chemistry with the groom you were with. Compared to everyone else, you two stood out the most to me. Do you think you can both participate?”

“Well, I’m not sure. I would like to know more about this photoshoot, if you don’t mind sparing some details.”

“Of course. I apologize for not including that in the email. Okay, the theme for the shoot is Twisted Romantic Fairytale. I was hoping that would be our Red Riding Hood and your friend would be the Big Bad Wolf. Nothing explicit or too risqué and you’ll be able to take the outfits home after the shoot. The article itself will be featured in the popular magazine CosPLA and of course, you two will get copies of it before it even hits the shelves. So what do you think? Will you accept?”

“That sounds delightful, but let me talk it over with my friend and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible. How soon do you need to know?”

“Can you respond in the next few days?”

“Yes”

“Awesome. Oh, and I’ll need measurements from both of you as well. Your outfits will be tailored to you both. I look forward to hearing from you, Miss May. Have a nice day.”

“Thank you and you too.”

Hazel ended the phone call while sinking back into her couch.

‘Will Gavin even be available? Crap, I didn’t get the date for the shoot’

She proceeded to text Director Cordova.

-I forgot to ask when the photoshoot takes place-

Five minutes passed and Director Cordova responded.

-July 29th-

Hazel paled at the date, Gavin’s birthday. She really hesitated before responding.

-Okay, thank you-

She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. 

‘That’s Gavin’s birthday. Is he really gonna want to do something like this on his birthday???’

She let out a frustrated huff as she scrolled through her phone contacts, finally landing on Gavin’s name. Hazel paused for a bit, then pressed ‘dial.’ Gavin didn’t pick up and it went to voicemail. Though not even two minutes later her phone rang, Gavin’s name was on the screen; she quickly answered.

“Hey Hazel, are you okay?” His question laced with concern.

“Yes, yes. I just had a proposition but I don’t know if you’re up for it.”

“What is it?”

“Well, remember that shoot we did a while back?”

“Yeah”

“Well, another agency saw it, particularly us, and wanted to know if we were interested in being a part of their photoshoot.”

There was silence on the other end, then he responded.

“Hmm.”

Hazel went on.

“The theme is Twisted Romantic Fairytale and you and I would be dressed as the Big Bad Wolf and Red Riding Hood.”

Again, silence, and little longer than the first pause.

“Uh, Gavin? Did I lose you?”

“No, no. I’m still here”

“What do you think? Would you be interested?”

“Hmm, when is it?”

Hazel gave a small squeak.

“Yeah, that’s the issue I have… It’s on your birthday.”

“Oh?”

Hazel got nervous over his answer so she tried to back pedal out of the awkward conversation.

“If you’re not interested, that’s totally fine. I can call up the director and —-“

“I’ll do it”

Hazel blinked and questioned if she heard right.

“Huh?”

“I said, ‘I’ll do it’”

“A-are you sure?”

“Yeah. I had fun at the wedding shoot, this might be fun too.”

“But… your birthday…”

“Look, as long as I’m with you, it doesn’t really matter what we do for my birthday.”

Hazel gave in to her boyfriend.

“If you’re sure then.”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Then I’ll confirm it with the director. I’ll also need your measurements too, when you get a chance. Talk to you later”

“Sure thing, bye”

After she got off the phone with Gavin, Hazel then texted Director Cordova with the official confirmation.

July 29th: Day of the photoshoot.

Gavin was leaning up against Sparky while he waited for Hazel to come out of her apartment building. A few minutes later, she came bounding out, excited to see her boyfriend.

“Hey Birthday Boy!”

She handed him a small gift box.

“What’s this?”

“Open it and find out, silly”

Gavin went ahead and opened the small box and held up the necklace that was inside. It was a simple black leather cord, done up cinch style. The crescent shaped pendant was made of obsidian with a silver outline. Hazel beamed at the birthday boy.

“I saw it and thought that you would like it”

At this point, Gavin hadn’t said anything yet, which made Hazel anxious.

“I-I figured it wasn’t too flashy, a-and it can long or a choker and—-“

A chuckle interrupted her rambling,

“I love it”

She put the necklace on him and admired how it looked against his white shirt.

“You want it to hang down or be a choker?”

“Hang down, please”

Gavin caught her hand and kissed it, causing her to blush a tomato red.

“Thank you, my love”

Hazel flustered but manage to croak out,

“A-anyway, we should get going or we’ll be late!”

Hazel guided Gavin to the facility with some time to spare. As they headed in, they heard commands being barked out. A tall, lanky man clad in blue jeans and a black t-shirt, Jacob Cordova was busy setting up.

“Hey! I need some lighting over here, please!”

A studio helper came by with some fake foliage.

“Sir, where do you want this?”

The director looked up from his tablet and then looked around.

“Uh… Oh! Over here would be good, thank you”

He eventually spied Hazel and Gavin walking on to the set, he lit up immediately.

“Welcome! I’m glad you two were able to make it. I really appreciate it!”

“Pleasure to be here,” Hazel said while extending out her hand. They shook hands, and then the Director instructed them to go to the makeup area and get ready.

Gavin was greeted by a young makeup artist. She was dressed in blue denim capris with a black Muse tank top. Her hair was short, spiked and streaked purple, which brought out her blueish grey color eyes.

“Hello, I’m Trish. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” Gavin said as they shook hands. Trish went behind the changing curtain and got his outfit for him: black, ripped jeans, dark blue, ripped t-shirt and black combat boots. She then got a good look at his eyes.

“Oh! Your eye color is perfect! You won’t even need the contacts,” she said, marveling at Gavin’s unique eyes. However, Gavin felt a bit awkward at the friendly scrutiny.

“That’s great…?”

“Oh Yes! The contacts are a real pain to wear. Okay, go get changed. Oh and we’ll keep your jacket as part of the ensemble. I’ll be back to do your makeup”

Meanwhile, in the room next door, Hazel was greeted by a makeup artist from Australia. She was clad in black denim shorts with a blue, baby doll, Vocaloid shirt. Her jet black hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, her green eyes glimmering as she adjusted her glasses when Hazel stepped in.

“G’Day. My name is Nancy. How are you today?” 

“I’m good, maybe a little nervous,” Hazel answered as they shook hands.

“All right then, let’s get your outfit,” Nancy said with a nod. She ducked behind the curtain and came back with the Red Riding Hood costume. It was a different twist on the whole look: red and black plaid dress that stopped just above the knees, a black corset with red lacing, black fishnets, and black wedge heels. The red hood part was about four inches longer than the actual dress and it tied in the front, the sleeves flared out and stopped at the wrists. Hazel was a little apprehensive about the length of the dress but went along with it anyway.

Gavin waited outside in the hall for Hazel. A few minutes passed and she emerged from the changing room. He uttered a barely audible “wow” as she smoothed out her dress. He could feel a slight blush creep up his face as he looked at her. Hazel finally looked up at Gavin and it was then her turn to blush. 

“You look amazing!”

She spied the necklace she gave him earlier around his neck. Gavin blushed even more; he then cleared his throat.

*ahem* “Shall we go,” he asked, holding his arm out to her. Hazel giggled a bit and then grabbed his arm. She noticed all the makeup details on him as they walked over to the set. The first thing she pointed out was that his actual ears were expertly hidden.

“How did they cover your ears?”

“Uh, with some extensions, they’re annoying though.”

She then saw the fangs the more he spoke.

“Oh! You have fangs too!”

Her gaze dropped down to his hands, then marveling at the claws on them. Gavin felt his face get warmer as she examined his hands more closely.

“They did a wonderful job on you,” she said as she reached out to touch the wolf ears on his head. 

Director Cordova hailed them down when he saw them reach the set.

“You two look wonderful! Okay, come with me and we’ll get started.”

The director led them to a small forest scene where they did various generic poses. He seemed pretty satisfied with the shots but he wanted to ramp things up a bit. 

“Okay, for this next shot, could either of you do something unexpected or surprising?”

The two photo subjects looked at each other, unsure on how to respond to this request. Hazel then had an idea. In a bold fit of spontaneity, she grabbed Gavin’s shirt and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. Wide eyed with shock but not making any kind of move to stop, Gavin just stood there as the clicking of the camera shutter rapidly went off. Hazel broke the kiss off to breathe and immediately flushed a bright red over the realization of her action. Gavin’s blush nearly matched hers as he looked away. They both turned toward the excited clapping coming from the director.

“That was perfectly executed! Hey, listen, you two take a break and be back here in about an hour and a half and we’ll finish the last few shots. How’s that sound?”

Somewhat bewildered, the photo subjects both responded with an “okay.” There was an awkward silence between the two as the director and crew walked away. Hazel decided to break the silence.

“I’m really sorry if that was way too bold of me,” she apologized while fidgeting with the hem of her dress.

“It was definitely unexpected,” Gavin’s voice lowered, “though not unwanted.”

Hazel blushed a beet red once again, and then noticed the somewhat weird placement of his jacket. She went to take the jacket off his hands but he denied her that action. 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to hold that?”

It was now Gavin’s turn to blush the beet red.

“Uh no, no. That’s gonna stay right where it’s at.”

Hazel gave her man a curious look and then caught on to the meaning behind his refusal. Her eyes went wide with shock.

“Y-you’re…?”

“Yeah, that bold little kiss caused it, thank you very much…” he responded, feigning indignance.

She blinked and looked around, then gestured to lower his head.

“Should we, you know, take care of that?”

He scoffed at the idea.

“Where exactly?”

He gave her a skeptical look but soon saw the gears turning in her eyes; she most definitely had a plan.

“I’ve been to this facility quite a few times so I know there’s a couple of storage rooms down that way,” she pointed towards a hallway. 

“And they’re usually unlocked, follow me.”

They made their way down the corridor, thankfully no one was around. Hazel tried the first door; much to her dismay, it was locked. They moved on to the next door which wasn’t locked. After successfully ducking into the room, Hazel promptly locked the door behind them.

Hazel turned and pounced on Gavin, causing him to stumble backwards into a wall. A flurry of fervent kisses ensued as Gavin turned to pin Hazel against the wall. Since time was dwindling fast, they hastily disrobed their lower halves. He then hoisted her to wrap her legs around him. Hazel snaked her arms around his neck to further close the gap between them. Warm breaths intermingled in the anticipation for what was about to transpire. His hard length slipped in smoothly causing Hazel to bite her lip, stifling a moan that threatened to escape. The fear of potentially getting caught made Gavin’s thrusts quick and intense; he had to bite his own lip to keep quiet as well. The clenching of her walls around his length was a sure sign that she was close. As both of their coils snapped, they locked lips to swallow each other’s moans. Heavy panting still prevailed as they came down from their sexual high. Gavin buried his face into the crook of her neck, trying to steady himself as he pulled out of her. Her legs were like jelly as she tried standing on her own. She looked around the room for something to clean themselves with and found some brand new packages of paper towels. She handed a paper towel to Gavin who was gathering up his pants and shoes. 

“Well, that happened,” she said, giggling.

His hands came up to cup her face and kiss her.

“Happy Birthday to me,” he said into the kiss. They both gazed at each other lovingly, the afterglow still present in their faces.

“There are bathrooms down the hall, let’s get cleaned up better there,” she instructed.

“Right.”

They cleaned up and headed back to the makeup rooms to refresh their looks. Not much had to be done with Gavin’s look but Hazel had some issues. Nancy took one look and was a little worried for Miss Riding Hood. 

“Whoa, is it blazing hot outside,” she inquired, noting Hazel’s messed up eye makeup.

“Yeah, a little bit,” Hazel responded sheepishly.

Ten minutes later, both Gavin and Hazel headed back to the set where Director Cordova was waiting for them. 

“All right, let’s get this last shot and then do some reviewing of the photos.”

The final shutter click signified the end of the photoshoot. The three of them sat in front of the director’s computer and started to pick and choose the best shots for the article. 

“Awesome picks! Here, give me a minute,” the director reached for a thumb drive  and transferred all the photos taken that day.

“Here, for you two, and I’ll be sending a copy to each of you before it officially releases.”

Hazel’s eyes lit up with delight.

“That’s great! Thank you so much!”

“Thanks to you two, this’ll be an awesome spread.”

As Hazel and Gavin walked out to where Sparky was parked, Hazel nudged his arm to get his attention. He turned to her and leaned in to hear her whisper.

“I think we need a repeat performance but this time, “ she paused, “we can be as loud as we want.”

The tips of his ears flushed a bright red but the smile never left his face.

Two weeks later, they each received a copy of the magazine. Hazel headed over to Gavin’s place to look the article over together. They marveled at how well the article was written and put together. They were also surprised that some candid, ‘behind-the-scene’ photos were included as well.

“This came out really well, huh?”

“Yeah, I like this shot especially,” he said while pointing to one of the candid shots where she was smiling brightly at him. Hazel blushed a bit before responding.

“That’s a good one, but I like this shot a lot,” she was pointing to the ‘unexpected shot’ with Gavin’s shocked expression. He cleared his throat.

“You would like that one,” he chuckled as he placed a kiss on her forehead.

“I love you, my Little Red Riding Hood.”

Hazel leaned in close, nabbing his chin in the process.

“And I love you, my Big *kiss* Bad *kiss* Wolf.”

[fucking-zawa-sensei]

Opulence - erasermic fanfic

Title: Opulence

Pairing: erasermic

Rating: Explicit

WC: 9k+

Summary: 

When they’re done, when Hizashi is finally, finally laid bare and beautiful across their sheets, still shimmering and sparkling and flushed a delicious pink, the blond is breathing heavily, sweat drops gathering along his hairline and in the ridges of his collarbones. 

He looks absolutely filthy in the best kind of way.

Notes: An incredibly late birthday gift for my friend, @rootistabootus(it has been 4 months girl I am so sorry), who can always make me smile any day, any time, who sends me the best memes, who supports my love for characters she doesn’t even know, who is quite possibly one of the bubbliest, most positive people I have ever met.  Who makes me feel like I can do anything, who inspires me to create and take risks and stop letting fear dictate my life. She’s selfless and one of the hardest workers I have ever met. Her optimism is fierce and strong and makes me think that anything is possible. Thank you for always being there for me and making my life that much brighter. You are an actual piece of sunshine fallen down to Earth and I am happy to have the opportunity to bask in your endless warmth. I love you! 

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Opulence

It was a normal occurrence, something that happened probably once a month at least.  

Hizashi would come home, door swinging open and caught just before smacking into the opposing wall, the telltale clack of expensive heels giving away that this wasn’t a post-patrol late night entrance. His costume boots sounded the way all heroes’ did: like nothing at all. 

Underground or not, every hero needed to be capable of stealth when the situation called for it. 

With villains who had guns for fingers and steel wire hair, the situation often called for it. 

Hizashi rarely dressed up for the studio either, unless he had a celebrity guest joining him on air. Shouta still remembers the glittery gold suit pants Hizashi wore when his favorite DJ was in town. It was hard to forget, with the way they threw speckles of rainbow light across every surface in their bedroom each time Hizashi opened the closet on the rare nights when Shouta forgot to pull the blinds shut. 

Modeling was something that came with any popular hero’s list of duties, along with interviews, commercials, cameos in movies or TV shows, presentations at hero schools, the list went on. 

The more public you were, the more the public wanted you. 

Hizashi hadn’t gone the way of selling albums or cologne in magazines. Instead, he’d used his agency’s desire to sell his body in print and pixels to gain himself a spot in the fashion industry, a passion he’d had for as long as Shouta had known him. He once saw the young hero-in-training cutting out swatches of colors and patterns and pasting them inside his notebook, erasing any useful study material beneath. 

Not like Hizashi ever needed to study. 

Shouta didn’t quite understand the difference between couture and editorial, but he liked the way Hizashi’s smile looked when he ran his fingers over a sequined body suit or a faux fur shrug. 

He never paid it much mind when his husband came home from a photoshoot, knowing the first place Hizashi would go was the bathroom to wash off any lingering glue and makeup, working gel and temporary dyes out of his hair. He’d spare a glance, curious to see what the other man had been zipped into that night, Hizashi somehow convincing designers to gift him the outfits more often than not, but that was about it. 

Here and there he’d make a comment, a low whistle if it was particularly sexy, something more snide, like, that is not staying here for more than a week, if it was something they both knew Hizashi would never wear outside the house again. Shouta can still remember the great purge of spiked leotards and pointed shoulder jackets they’d been forced to endure last year when they’d run out of room in the closet for their actual clothes. 

Tonight is different.

Tonight, as Shouta casts his eyes over his shoulder from where he is spread out on the couch, half-finished book in his hands, he is unable to turn away. 

The smirk on Hizashi’s face, as he tilts his head up from where he’s bent down, unlacing the long, knee high black stiletto boots hugging his calves, said he hadn’t expected anything less.

Shouta’s eyes can’t pick one thing to focus on, generously grazing over every curve and dip in Hizashi’s body, all deliciously on display. 

Hizashi’s shimmering, gold nails release their hold on the metallic painted laces, his hands running lightly over his knees, and then his fishnet covered thighs, before settling on his hips as the blond straightens into a standing position. He leans back a bit, the way he always did when he was feeling confident and hungry for attention, cocking a hip seductively. 

That grin, accented by glimmering, glitter dusted lips, stays in place. 

Shouta’s gaze is ravaging his husband. 

Tonight, they’d put him in a long sleeved leotard, something Shouta was pretty used to seeing. This time, though, the material was all a shiny, smooth faux leather, with a delectably deep plunge from Hizashi’s collarbones down to just below his navel, his belly button piercing shiny and vibrant like all the other accent pieces to the outfit. Shouta is pretty sure they must have the suit taped over Hizashi’s nipples because there was no way it would be staying in place otherwise. 

He also knows for a fact that they didn’t have Hizashi take out his nipple piercings, as the little ball studs were just as prominently on display as the perky flesh they were slipped through. 

The whole suit looks like it was engineered to be one size too small, hugging Hizashi’s lean frame like a second skin, accentuating the angles of his hips and the deep V between them, the curve of his biceps as he shifts his arms, even his ass, never particularly all that large, looked plump and delicious with the hall light falling over the tight fabric. It left nothing, absolutely nothing, painstakingly nothing, to the imagination. 

Shouta knows before his eyes dare to fall on the space between his husband’s legs that the bulge will be there, but he doesn’t expect Hizashi’s manicured fingers to wind up in his view as well, casually caressing the growing mound as Shouta continues to stare. 

As if this wasn’t enough, as if the thought of his husband walking from their apartment’s parking lot and through the lobby in this incredibly sexual outfit wasn’t already getting Shouta’s throat to dry up, whoever designed this shoot had decided to take it a step further. 

Hizashi had a natural beauty that was impossible to deny, and a sinful ability to turn on the heat when needed. 

So why they’d decided he needed to be slicked up in a shimmery, glittering body oil was beyond Shouta. 

As he finally rips his eyes away from the blond’s fingertips, still stroking over his erection as it pulls against the taute fabric, he sees Hizashi’s chest looking dewy in the same way it did in the moments before orgasm. A fierce, unrelenting heat begins pooling quickly in Shouta’s lower belly. 

“Like what you-”

“Yes,” Shouta cuts off Hizashi’s teasing words, clichéd and useless. Of course he liked what he saw. Who wouldn’t? The whole point of dressing Hizashi up like this was to make any witless fool who picked up the magazine have to resort to using it to cover themselves up. 

Hizashi exhales softly through his nose, one arm coming up, hand moving toward his face, and it all feels like it has slowed down, like each miniscule movement takes one whole rotation of the little hand around the analog clock hanging on the wall next to the kitchen entryway. Shouta watches the way the fabric relentlessly constricts around Hizashi’s body, as his hand runs through his hair, disrupting all those flawlessly smooth locks. They hadn’t styled it in any way tonight, letting it all fly free over the man’s broad shoulders. The golden shine of Hizashi’s hair broke up the predominantly dark outfit nicely. Shouta could see why they’d made the decision, but it certainly isn’t helping the uncomfortable way his jeans are getting tighter by the second. Hizashi lets his hand fall carelessly to his side when he’s done running his fingers through his hair, a few strands getting caught on his lip gloss and his long, fake lashes. Hizashi blinks slowly, eyes downcast, and Shouta doesn’t think it’s possible to get to the bedroom fast enough. 

Judging by the way Hizashi’s next breath brings forth a small shudder as he releases it, he’s feeling the exact same way. 

Shouta isn’t one to rush anything, though. 

He closes his book in one hand, his middle finger still stuck between the pages, and slowly, slowly, leans forward, never breaking eye contact with Hizashi, to set it on the coffee table in front of him. Still bent over, he extracts his finger just as languidly, licking his bottom lip as the digit slips out. Hizashi swallows loud enough for Shouta to hear it from across the room. 

“Are you going to take those boots off anytime soon?” Shouta asks, falling back against the couch, sinking lower into the cushions and lazily letting his legs spread wide. He lets one of his hands fall into his lap, just close enough to his crotch to stroke one finger lazily over his growing erection. He rests his head against the cushioned back and tilts it toward Hizashi, wearing a smirk of his own now. 

Hizashi might have got him going with his outfit, but Shouta knew exactly how to get the other man just as riled up. 

Hizashi hated waiting, and more than that, hated when his pleas for attention went ignored. 

Shouta watches as the corner of his husband’s perfectly painted lips twitches. The blond flips his hair over his shoulder, brushing away the pieces that had stuck to his gloss, before sliding his legs and feet out of the high boots. The fishnet stockings go all the way to his toes, as does the body oil, despite never being in the photographs. 

Hizashi steps up out of the entrance way, one hand still firmly planted on his hip, and begins sauntering across the hardwood floors like he’s gliding across a runway at fashion week. Each and every step pulls at the tight clothing, the light catching every curve, every dip as he moves, one foot in front of the other, bare thighs rubbing against one another, his hardon pressing up against the leotard, his slicked chest rising and falling with heavy, hot breaths. 

The hand not stroking himself through Shouta’s pants is now curled into a fist beside him. Shouta clenches his jaw to stop himself from jumping off the couch as Hizashi finally stops in front of him. The blond’s last step is a powerful stomp that leaves his legs spread wide in a triangle, one hand still firmly planted on his hip, the other comes up to run over his own chest, fingers impossibly sliding beneath the bodysuit. Shouta watches with interest as Hizashi’s fingers make their way to the small bump of his nipple, everything so easily visible despite the fabric. Hizashi’s eyelids slip closed, long lashes caressing his upper cheeks. He throws his head back, letting his mouth pop open, as he pinches and rubs at the sensitive bud. Hizashi lets out a moan that Shouta knows is only half real, is entirely constructed just to get Shouta even more bothered than he already is, but it doesn’t matter. 

His mind doesn’t care if Hizashi’s putting on an act. 

His mind is hardly there anymore, all the blood gone rushing down to Shouta’s crotch the moment his husband had passed through the door. 

So when Hizashi finishes gasping and tilts his head back up to stare down at Shouta, he stops playing games. 

Shouta’s hands latch onto that deep plunged neckline and pull. 

Hizashi comes all too easily, as if he’d planned the whole thing, as if he knew full well he’d end up straddling Shouta’s lap, their clothed cocks rubbing against each other with each and every panting breath they took. 

He probably did. 

Shouta doesn’t particularly care if it’s all going to Hizashi’s plan. He’s too busy fastening his mouth to the blond’s throat, kissing and licking over his adam’s apple, his collar bones, his jawline. 

An annoying little voice in the back of his mind thinks I hope this oil is edible, but it doesn’t stop him from enjoying the soft, supple feeling of Hizashi’s skin beneath his lips. 

It’s made all the more better when one of Hizashi’s hands comes to his chin, pulling his face away from the other man’s collar bone and toward his mouth. He knows when they part he’ll have that glittery lipstick all over his mouth, that they’ll be laughing about it tomorrow morning, still tangled together beneath their sheets. Shouta’s stomach jumps in the same way it does each time he looks outside the school’s windows and across the courtyard to the other side of U.A.’s towering building, where Hizashi and he cross paths during third period, separated by far too many walls and windows and trees, but the other man never failed to send him a large, shining Present Mic grin. 

It was the little things that got Shouta’s heart skipping, which brought a light pink flush to the tips of his ears. 

Right now, though, his whole body was warm, as Hizashi’s tongue drags him back to the present. 

The blond’s thighs tighten around Shouta’s, and Hizashi shifts positions, bringing his chest closer, pressing into Shouta’s, so he can settle his ass over Shouta’s achingly hard cock. He starts grinding on Shouta’s lap, bringing a gasp from his lips. Hizashi hums into their kiss as Shouta’s hands move from the blond’s hips to those two plump cheeks, digging his nails in just hard enough to get a rouse from the other man, but not enough to leave a mark. He never liked bruising Hizashi, though the blond sometimes seemed to enjoy rougher treatment. Shouta didn’t think it was good to have any tender spots on your body when you were a hero, no matter how many times Hizashi insisted no villain was ever going to get close enough to his ass for that to be a problem. 

Hizashi’s hands make their way into his hair, curling around Shouta’s wavy, unruly strands. He pulls, just enough to get Shouta moving back, their lips separating, both gasping, panting for air. Hizashi stares down at him, his hips stilling as he catches his breath. 

“Y-” Hizashi tries to start, but clearly needs another second. He swallows, takes another breath and says, “You ready to cut me out of this thing?” 

Shouta raises an eyebrow, a smirk coming to his lips. 

“Are you saying you can’t get out of that yourself?”

Hizashi rolls his eyes, “I’m trying to be sexy, Sho!”

Shouta doesn’t give in. 

“I think it would be sexy if you did a little strip tease,” he says, squeezing his hands around Hizashi’s ass cheeks, making the other man jump.

“F-fine,” Hizashi says, an additional blush rising to his face atop the lovely glow that had already formed during their kissing. “I don’t know how they packed me in here and I don’t know how to get out.”

Shouta snorts as Hizashi’s eyes dart away, his lips coming dangerously close to a pout, and Shouta’s heart skips. 

Hizashi could come home bare naked and he’d never be more attractive than like this, natural, guard down, no personas or masks or other personalities fighting for attention, just pure Hizashi.

Shouta releases his grip a bit, bringing a hand up Hizashi’s back, rubbing soothingly across the smooth faux-leather. Hizashi’s eyes and mouth soften at the touch, before he leans back in for a less hungry kiss. 

This one feels like it lasts too little, but the message it leaves is far more than just lingering, it’s persistent, unending. 

I love you. 

Hizashi smiles as he pulls back, head titled just enough to the side to make Shouta see him in another time, japanese maple trees framing him, the orange autumn glow shining through their leaves and cascading over Hizashi’s shoulders.

Hizashi’s thumbs brush along Shouta’s scruff covered jaw. 

“Bedroom?” Shouta asks on the tail end of a breath he’d been holding for far too long, bringing his hand to Hizashi’s front, finally dipping into the space left bare by the deep plunge neckline, casually playing with the longest jewel that hangs from Hizashi’s belly button piercing. He turns it over between his thumb and forefinger, watching how the lamp light beside the couch plays in all the little rivets of the small stone. 

“Please,” Hizashi begs, his hands dropping down to Shouta’s shoulders, squeezing at the same time as he jerks his hips forward just enough to get some friction on his aching cock. They let out matching hums of pleasure and the heat in Shouta’s belly becomes more insistent. 

“Then let’s go,” Shouta says, his voice deep. 

For how weak his legs feel right now, he still manages to wrap his arms around Hizashi’s back and lift them both out of the chair, the other man quickly crossing his long legs around Shouta’s waist. Even this feels like too much, too similar to all the times Hizashi and he had pressed one another up against one of the many walls of their home, too distracted by the others’ body to make it anywhere near a horizontal surface. Hizashi had always joked it was a double workout, could be counted as training, but the hungry look the blond gave him each time he slipped his thigh between Shouta’s, rubbing up against his crotch before hoisting Shouta up the wall, said keeping in shape was the last thing on Hizashi’s mind.

Admittedly, Shouta gives a couple glances toward the smooth, sturdy surfaces framing their hastened walk as he carries Hizashi down the hall. The other man doesn’t help, doesn’t seem to care at all that Shouta’s hands are digging further and further into that faux leather as Hizashi sucks harshly under his jaw and along his collar where his shirt has been pulled down by Hizashi’s weight. 

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[willddheartt]

Babylon: Neon Lights | C.H. Chapter Three: Empty Wallets

DISCLAIMER: SOME PARTS MIGHT BE R RATED !! Series warnings: Substances (alcohol & cigarettes), Anger (snappy comments), that’s it??

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July 7th Ashton’s birthday. Violet and I were lucky enough to get the day off of work, letting us sleep in as preparation for the events of this evening. Waking up at the early time of 1:00 PM, in the afternoon, I ran out to get Violet and I breakfast. Since it was already the afternoon our breakfast consisted of burgers and fries from the restaurant down the street. 

Before I knew it we were getting ready for the club. I ended up slipping on some really short black shorts with a pair of fishnets underneath them, paired with my normal, red high top converse and a black halter top and my normal plaid shirt over top of that. My short hair hung along the sides of my face in its natural waves as I pulled the entire look together with perfectly winged eyeliner and a black lip.  Violet and I walked to the club where it was only two blocks away from our apartment. The guys were waiting for us outside when we arrived, I greeted Ashton with a hug and a happy birthday before we went inside. 

The night started off alright, everyone did everything in their power to keep Calum and I separated to keep the conflict to the minimum and I kept my glares to myself. The music was too loud for me to be able to hear his snarky comments if he made any. But as we all became more and more intoxicated, the thought of keeping Calum and I separate slipped their minds and they began dragging both him and I to dance at the same time. Standing by the bar, and evidently next to Calum, I was telling Violet that I would join her in one second. I was just getting another drink. But none of that went to plan as someone from the crowd bumped into me, causing a domino effect as I stumbled backward into Calum and he spilt his beer. 

“The fuck!” He yelled, pushing me off him in response.  “Jesus, It was an accident,” I responded to his irritated reaction “Like fuck it was!” He shouted at me, everyone and the bartenders getting ready to stop anything violent if it were to happen. The air was tense and it almost seemed as if the music stopped. “Oh yeah, you really think I’d bump into you on purpose?” I snapped, “You know irritating you isn't high on my priority list Hood,”  “Well you seem to be doing a good job at it, you know how hard it's gonna be to get it out of the leather?”  “I don’t really care,” 

By now Ashton, Luke, Michael and Violet noticed the conflict that had been taking place and stood back but they were around enough that if anything were to happen they could step in.  “I don’t understand why you can't just remain neutral. I get that we can't be friends, Calum, but why do you have to be so overly aggressive and annoyed for no reason, I try to get along and you just don't fucking care!” I yelled, waiting for an answer but he looked dumbfounded. “Fuck you,” I mumbled before leaving to get some air. 

I lit a cigarette and leaned against the uneven cement wall, my left leg bent at the knee resting on the wall, and threw my head back as I blew the smoke from my lungs. Everything within myself wanted to scream at Calum right now, maybe even throw a few punches at him, but I knew nothing but more trouble would come from that. The uneasy look on Ashton's face I saw as I left was enough to make me regret everything.  The sound of the heavy club door closing pulled my attention from the empty sky to my right. As if the gods wanted me to suffer exponentially tonight, Calum stepped out of the club, looking both ways down the street until he saw me. 

“The fuck do you want?” I sighed as Calum approached “Bum a smoke?” He mumbled, just like the other day.  I shook my head and shoved my pack back into my back pocket. “Out,” Turning my attention to the street, watching the cars passing and ignoring him as he stood next to me.  “I'm trying to be civil, Rossa,” He sighed     I scoffed, “Civil? Now? Wow do you have bad timing,” I shook my head.  “That's what I’ve been trying to do all along.”

“You! What reason do you have to bring civil up to me? The last I recall you were the one initiating the snarky bickering.” Quickly I looked over at Calum, he looked as if he were going to say something but I shook my head and cut him off before he could get it out, “You know what, I don't even wanna hear it.” I dropped my cigarette butt to the ground, putting it out with the bottom of my shoe, “I’ve been trying to get on your good side for three years Calum, three fucking years. At this point I don't even think you have one, or if you do there's no way in hell I'll get on it, so forget it, I'm done trying.”  All my bottled up anger from the past years finally was bubbling up and it all came out at once, “If you really mean those things about everyone not wanting me around that you were mumbling at dinner the other night, you got your wish. I’m gone. Now just fuck off.”  I pulled the pack of cigarettes from my pocket and lit another one as I took off, walking down the street in the direction of Violet and I’s apartment. 

Maybe I was just drunk with no filter, or maybe I actually meant everything I said to him, it didn’t matter anymore. I finally had it my way and there was no way in hell I was going to voluntarily see Calum Hood. 

August 7th   Friday movie night at Ashton’s turned into Friday movie night alone at the apartment. I wasn’t going to make the other change their plans just because I couldn't stand one of their friends, obviously, Calum was right and I had been the problem. The Friday after Ashton’s birthday I apologized for everything that happened in the past and for ruining his birthday, and we went out to lunch. He looked really disappointed when I told him I didn’t plan on joining them on movie night but told him I’ll be there next week even though I had no plans of going next Friday. I just didn’t know how to break it to him that I was becoming a stranger. Luckily I didn’t have to because distancing myself was easier than I expected. The Monday following movie night, I got calls and texts asking why I missed it, but when I missed out Wednesday dinner, they started to get concerned, until they all just stopped trying to contact me, only sending messages for me through Violet who would text me or tell me when she got home. 

As the sunset over the buildings in the city, and the sun twinkled off the various skyscrapers that were visible from the 12th story apartment balcony, my Friday movie night turned into a Friday club night. Pulling on an outfit nicer than sweats and a sports bra, I didn't really care what I looked like, I wasn’t looking for a one night stand I just wanted to get wasted.  Surprisingly the club was emptier than last time, and the music a touch quieter. Although the vodka was watered down just the same. Everything was going amazingly, I forgot about the massive FOMO I was having over movie night with each new drink I consumed, at least until I saw the same leather jacket I was sticking to, on the uncomfortable wicker couch less than a month ago, hanging off its owner's shoulders. Calum and I locked eyes for a moment before he left a bill at the bar and walked out. 

I felt stupid for doing it, but it was my turn to chase after him. After telling him off about two days ago, I was now running after him. 

It was a perfect parallel, Calum leaned on the wall the exact way I had a month before. His left leg lifted, bent at the knee foot flat on the uneven cement wall, and head thrown back resting against the concrete.  I walked up to Calum, noticing the cigarette that hung between his lips.  “What did I do?” I asked, catching Calum’s attention.  “Hm?” He asked  “What did I do,” I repeated, I knew how desperate and broken I sounded but at this point, I didn’t care, I was just so fed up and down with everything I needed answers.  “You really don't know?” He asked  I shook my head, “Does it seem like I'm fucking with you, Hood?” 

He took a long drag from his cigarette before holding it out to me, not starting his story until I took it from him. 

“I don't remember how long we had known each other when this happened but remember when we started out good? Like we could get along?” He asked I nodded my head for him to continue as I finished off the cigarette he handed me, “When my birthday came around you completely blew me off, and the plans we made for dinner, all to hang out with some guy. I looked forward to those plans for weeks, and you just blew me off, no ‘something came up’ text, not even an apology.” By this time I had already lit my own cigarette, chain-smoking had become a habit I couldn't shake since last month, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I- I don't know how that just slipped me.”  Calum nodded, taking the cigarette from my hand, “I understand. Now that I say it out loud I see how petty I was being,” He admitted,  I shook my head, “No, I was terrible, a bitch even. I feel horrible now. Is there any way I can make it up to you?” 

[shybunnystudios]

chapter 02

word count: 2654

“I pretend I’m not anxious, but oh. You’re driving me crazy.”

- Demi Lovato

- No, Jimin! No fucking way you’re doing my makeup!

- I’ll choose your outfit then and you have to wear it. - he playfully said, making his way to my closet.

- In your dreams...

It was finally friday, the day of the party which Jimin almost begged on his knees for me to go. My colleague had let him join too, causing his excitement to practically triple the size today. I did my makeup while my best friend made a mess with my clothes, and me whole room too. I threatened him, saying I’d sleep in his bed when we’re back if he didn’t tided mine up before we go.

- Done. - I put the pinkish nude liquid lipstick back in the drawer, Jimin came up to see the results.

- You’re kidding, right?

- What?

- This is just what you wear everyday, you’re no fun! - he reopened my drawer and started making a mess in there too.

- Hey! The party’s at Hoseok’s, not here.

- Girl, you don’t have a single liquid eyeliner? - I snorted, annoyed, but lightly pushed his hand away and after going through the mess he made I gave him the only small flask of it that I had.

- Okay, come here. - he pointed to the only still available spot in my bed while opening the eye liner.

- No way, you’ll make me look like Katy Perry in that ancient Egypt music video.

- Stop the drama, I promise I’ll make the thinnest line possible if you agree on wearing a darker lipstick.

- Our friendship has too many negotiations, don’t you think? I’m already going to this party because of you.

Jimin groaned in pain with his hand on his chest, acting up.

- That was mean. - wiped off fake tears. - I’m here being a nice friend, wishing to make you look pretty for a night out with your college pals and that’s how you treat me? - his pretend crying voice made me laugh, I can’t with this boy.

- What a cry baby! - I got up from my mirror and sat on the bed. - I’ll wear a darker lipstick then, but nothing redish.

- What about a short dress?

- No.

- You’re no fun.

Half an hour later we were on our way to the party, I convinced Jimin on letting me wear a pair of jeans for comfort reasons, but I gave in to a cropped top he found in the back of the closet along with fishnet that showed above my pants’ waistband. It was a bit cold outside so I grabbed an oversized cardigan just in case, but Jimin just wore tight black jeans and a simple white shirt tucked in.

- You really showed up! - Moon Byul welcomed us by the door with one of the biggest smile I’ve seen on her. - Come on in, we’re all talking about Disney. Maybe Jimin will feel a bit lost, but you know… what do you expect when you get the Design and the Games classes together?

So this is the course that is doing the seminary with us, we laughed along as we followed her to the kitchen.

- Make yourselves at home, there’s alcohol but there’s some soda too. Get something and then joins us at the living room, okay?

As soon as she left Jimin attacked the first alcohol bottle he saw.

- You’re that desperate? - I joked, opening the fridge to get a can of soda for me.

- Shut up. - he laughed as he made his drink, then he seems to look at something out of the kitchen. - Angel, in what course that Jungkook guy is?

- I don’t know, I didn’t ask yet.

- What? How can you not ask that?

- I don’t know either, maybe nervousness. But why you ask? - I opened my can, leaning my body on the kitchen corner, facing him.

- Because I think I just found it out for you. - Jimin pointed with his head towards the living room.

And when I turned 180 degrees to look, there he was. Jeon Jungkook, laughing with a pizza slice in his hand on the couch. All the anxiety I brushed off came back at once hitting me like a train, fuck. I look back at Jimin, who now had a naughty smile on his face.

- No…

- Yes.

- No!

He finished making his drink and started pushing me not so gently towards the living room, almost making me pour my soda on the floor in the process.

- Wait, I’m seeing a mirage, right? - Yeonjun said when he saw me. - Sun Hee? In a party? - some of them laughed lightly, I already could feel Jungkook’s gaze on me.

- You’re so funny.

- And Jimin?

- I came along because or else your friend here would come at all. - Jimin mocked.

- At all? - I heard Jungkook ask with a low voice and finally looked at him, he seemed upset, thanks for nothing Jimin.

- Sure, it was only because of me and not the filled cup in your hand, of course! This knucklehead can’t even think about alcohol without wanting to drink it right away. - I mocked him back, winning some laughs.

- And you’ll stick with soda only? - Yeonjun asked.

- I’d reather too, already make too much mess while drunk so now I stay away.

- Oh… what’s up with that? Let us know the stor-

- She doesn’t like talking about it, - Jimin interrupted while sitting in an available armchair, he knows how this topic makes me uncomfortable. - now pass me a slice of pepperoni, please?

To my relief no one insisted and the previous subject was resumed, I noticed there was no available seat for me so I stayed standing beside Jimin’s armchair, but Jungkook soon noticed it and waved at me.

- Come here, I’ll seat on the sofa arm. - he got up and gave his spot on the couch to me, I thanked him and sat down. He sat on the sofa arm as he said, his thighs now being dangerously close to my face.

Since Jimin’s arm chair was perpendicular to the couch it was easy for us share eye contact, and obviously he has a naughty smile on at the moment. I rolled my eyes and reached out for a slice of pizza myself.

- Oh no! Don’t you guys talk about Coraline!

- Why not, Hoseok? That movie is amazing. - Yeonjun said.

- It scares me to death, when I watched it the first time I spent a whole week having nightmares about the “Other Mom”. - everyone laughed at the host’s story.

- If someone I know happened to be afraid of stop motion, it had to be you, Hoseok. - Jungkook made fun of Hobi as he leaned more and more on the back of the sofa, almost laying down behind my head.

I looked at Jimin, who raised an eyebrow suggestively at me before staring at the thighs of the brunette beside me. I gave him a questioning look, he laughed and then gave his pizza slice an exaggerated bite while looking at Jungkook’s thighs once again but with wide eyes this time, I had to hold back a good laugh but also became red in the face right away. At least him making me laugh helped me to relax once again.

- Sun Hee, why are you red? - Yeonjun provoked.

I spoke too soon.

- A-ah, I don’t know, am I? - I disguised it, putting a hand on my forehead as if measuring my own temperature. - I must be hot.

- Wanna go out take some fresh air? I’ll go with you. - Jungkook offered, worried.

Yeonjun growled suggestively, but Jimin had my back again and I decided to follow Jungkook despite being nervous as never before.

As soon as we walked out the glass door that took us to the backyard I regret leaving my coat at the kitchen, I don’t know if it was actually cold or if I was just anxious about being alone with Jungkook.

- Are you okay?

- Oh, yeah. I’m just really not used to coming to parties.

- I see, me neither to be honest.

- But you seemed to be having fun, or was you trying to find a way to talk to me by any chance? - I provoked, bringing back the day we met. He laughed, staring at the tiles on the ground.

- Maybe, was I too obvious? - I joined his light laughs, nodding my head exaggeratedly, playful. - But I’m really not much into parties indeed, I came tonight for them. They embraced me nicely since I moved here so I thought it would be impolite to refuse, it’s for sure fun sometimes but not usually my first plan.

I know it’s cliché, but Jungkook was different from most boys I’ve ever met. He was reserved but his shyness wasn’t in the way of his moves, however it helped on making them not be too bold. Everything about him seemed perfectly balanced, thing which scared and comforted me at the same time, see? Balance again.

We found a wood bench in the backyard and stayed sitting there for a while, talking about a few random subjects. Through text he was more shy, face to face he could go deeper with more freedom, it was cute how his eyes shined while we talked about the reason we choose our courses. He gestured around with his hands a lot, couldn’t stay in the same position for more than five seconds, checking my reaction at each detail he described. Everything sounded too personal, and he was trusting me to tell.

He looks gorgeous like that.

For a moment I imagined him talking like that about me, thought that made me smile and my heart race.

- You must think I’m crazy, you’re not saying a word. - he laughed slightly.

- Of course not, silly! Quite the opposite, I love listening to people talk about what they love. I’m just paying attention.

He smiled widely to me, thankful. Then offered to go get us something to drink, I volunteered to go with him but he insisted that I should wait. I took that time to think, I was very comfortable there with him, I’m not used to it but I like the feeling. Yeah, I think I really do like him.

- They’re playing truth or dare back inside, wanna join? - Jeon mocked, coming back with our drinks.

- Oh God, no way! - I laughed nervously, thanking him for the soda and taking a generous sip of it.

- Why? Bad nostalgia from high school? - he took his seat back beside me.

- I wish it was just it.

- Does it have to do with the incident you mentioned earlier? - I nodded.

- I had just turned eighteen and...

- You don’t need to tell me if you’re not comfortable with it, Sun Hee. - he interrupted.

- But I am… very comfortable, actually.

We locked eyes for a few seconds, the longest as I could look in his eyes without getting all red again.

- I had just turned eighteen and Jimin took me to a club to celebrate, we didn’t have many friends at school so it was just the two of us. I ended up drinking too much and he winged me for a guy, I lost my virginity and I don’t remember a single detail about how it was. - Jungkook was looking gently at me, paying attention. - I know it sounds stupid, but hook ups don’t make sense to me. So this episode haunted me for a long while, giving myself to a stranger just for the sake of getting laid, you know?

I felt Jungkook’s hand take hold of mine, caressing it lightly.

- It’s okay, I mean, to regret doing it. But it was experience that taught you something about yourself, if you hadn’t gone through this you wouldn’t know you don’t like it, right? - he smiled, I never thought about it that way.

- Thank you, Jungkook. For real.

- To be honest I also learned something similar in the worst way. - he lowered his head and it was my turn to caress his hand, encouraging him to open up to me once again that night. - I had a girlfriend once, we dated for eight months. We met at one of the few clubs I went my whole life too, where we hooked up and got each other’s numbers.

I smiled sadly at the fact that both our stories had in common.

- I don’t like hook ups as much as you, but back then I was experimenting indeed and it happened. The first months were very nice, enough to kill the need, you know? But I guess I got attached, I still don’t know exactly what it was, actually. - I tilted my head, confused.

- What do you mean?

- I think it depends on who it is, some people I just feel like hooking up but I don’t see me dating them, and vice versa. After some time we started fighting all the time because she wanted to go to clubs again, but I was over that phase because since we were together I had no reason to go. I told her that and she asked for a break, I went out the next weekend and found her hooking up with someone else. I lost feelings for her right there instantly and called her the next day ending things for once.

- Damn, right away like that?

- Yes, I was as confused as you now back then. I was so attached to her, but it seems like as soon as I saw it wasn’t mutual it was like I had flipped a switch inside me and I felt a awful feeling of emptiness for a while after that.

- Damn, Jeon. I never heard anything like this before, but I think it’s just how your body works, there’s nothing wrong with you. - we were sitting very close by now, approaching each other both physically and emotionally while we talked.

- I know, nowadays I deeply analyze what I feel before I get involved with someone. - I looked at him with one of my eyebrows raised.

- Was that supposed to be a move? - he laughed and turned to face me.

- If that’s how you saw it, maybe.

We locked eyes one more time, Jungkook changed his gaze from my eyes to my lips, what made me almost freak out. So I diverted my eyes and took a deep breath, disguising what my body felt.

- Thank you. - I let out quickly. - For making me feel safe to open up to you, and for trusting me to open up too.

- What? Sun Hee, no need to thank me. But if that’s the case, thank you too.

We locked eyes again, but this time our faces were even closed than before. His hot breath hit my face lightly, contrasting with the cold air of that night and sending a small shiver down my spine. I couldn’t help from changing my gaze to his lips as well.

Guess I already resisted for too long, right?

It wasn’t an intense kiss, but it was what we needed at the moment. It was delicate, almost like an ask for permission which both our racing hearts were enough to answer in sync.

- Sun Hee, are you free next saturday?

“Don’t even know where we’re going, you make me live in the moment. Keep driving us, baby.”

(Hitchhiker)

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[disastertealeaf]

mighty nein fashion sense: modern au [updated]

based on this old post!

fjord:

probably dresses up like trucker ngl (but not really.)

probably looks like he buys clothes from american eagle and only ae

bought all the clothes in the closet knowing that all of them will match

that being said, he loves to layer his clothes

see him in a lot of flannel and denim with plain t-shirts

tan pants? better than he thought

hes probably got loafers or some kind of practical work shoe

summertime? hes takin out the short sleeve button up shirts. no one will stop him

ironically owns a hawaiian shirt

looks GREAT in a suit and he knows it

lady-killer

a pretty boy

caleb:

ever seen a college disaster in the winter?? that’s caleb

his clothes are old, and theyre never really out of style because he tries to buy clothes like that (hes a man of classic apparel)

kind of guy to have a set of monochrome t-shirts that he uses a lot because he cant be bothered to do clothes shopping

the black ones have faded a lot

TURTLENECKS

scarves

slacks!!! and classic belts. ge discovered that it’s easier to clean up a look with minimal effort.

has a leather bomber with the same interior as his coat in canon. it is used almost everyday

if he ever needs to look scholarly hes got it covered but its only one set of clothes and he doesnt really like it because he hasnt bought a new one in a while

the scholarly look is actually just a sweatervest with a button-up shirt and maybe a tie? with leather wingtips

style over comfort to the max (he cannot find it in himself to try everyday when he has more important things to focus on)

mollymauk:

hes fashionable. end of story

hes got slacks in so many colors and patterns.

hes got so many patterned buttonups that he will never fully button (probably just buttons up to his navel and quits)

he probably dresses up in different eras every day

HIGH WAISTED SHORT SHORTS WITH FISHNETS

he does not give a Shit about what society thinks is “feminine” or “masculine”. he will do whatever the fuck he wants to

definitely wears skirts for this reason

he loves to experiment with clothes….. he has so many

probably has one of every type of shoe to try and match his outfits

jewelry is a must!! probably has bought a lot of clip on earrings or has a lot of ear piercings. or just accessories in general. he loves bein flashy

knee high boots are still a thing but shhh those are for very special nights out in town (which is every night in his opinion. just let him live)

if hes trying to be discreet catch him in a burgundy peacoat

beauregard:

shes got the gym look down

basically only owns clothes in her dnd color palette

greenish blue windbreakers on chilly days

workout leggings and sweatpants ALMOST ALL THE TIME not that anyone is complaining

shes got a few pairs of destroyed denim jeans and shorts and they look really good

she just feels like the pants are restricting because she needs to be ready to Throw Down

sleeveless shirts! big arm cutouts! tank tops! racerbacks! all of them have graphic designs

probably just goes out in a sports bra and a hoodie if shes really not feeling it

sunglasses. she looks so good in them.

shes got a pantsuit hidden deep deep DEEP in her closet for special occasions (would rather not wear it)

jester:

skirts!!!! dresses!! yes!! a lot of a line dresses and skirts

shes got a closet of pastel because she looks good in every shade

probably loves knee high socks

shes got those small backpacks in pastel pink she will not leave her house without it

really loves floral designs imo

hot take: she is into embroidery and loves making her own style out of ordinary clothes

high waisted denim shorts WITH FISHNETS. molly roped her into it and she loves it

u know those shirts that button up but u can tie them in the front?? she likes those a lot

off the shoulder shirts too

oversized things!! hit her with an oversized sweater or sweatshirt on a casual day or a lazy day (please take care of it fjord we beg u)

loves loves loves!!! designing her own shoes

she likes to buy paint sets and go to town on some plain shoes and give it her own artistic touch OR she will embroider it

always about her most recent obsession

catch her with some tusk love themed shoes

hair accessories!! lots of bows and headbands

yasha:

practical attire!! if the apocalypse came today, she would be ready

cargo pants (shes got 50 pockets or something)

i can see her owning a lot of heavy jackets (perhaps a parka?)

combat boots are a must. or sneakers but u know combat boots make her looks cleaner

plain t shirts or tank tops (really complements her arms)

monochrome at almost all times or navy blue

will occasionally just come out in gym attire. leggings and a tank top ?? yes PLEASE

probably a former goth u can find her stuff in a storage bin in her garage or something (molly always tries to find it)

probably has a holster bag on top of her many pockets

nott:

master of nondescript clothes

earthy colors are her favorite

discovered that people wear masks in other countries and she hasnt gone back since

plain hoodies!! bomber jackets!! she likes them

sweatpants with those cuffs at the bottom!

tbh she doesnt have too many demands when shes getting clothes…. they just cant be expensive or flashy because she’d rather blend in

loves goodwill. that is probably the only store she goes to for clothes because she is Frugal

she wears converses that are Pretty Old but she takes care of them so they last a while

i want to believe that she hides a fanny pack under her jacket to conceal stolen goods

caduceus:

his clothes are the most true to canon

he does not own one silk shirt. he owns enough to last him a month. he also has a lot of cotton shirts

mainly in floral designs or solid earthy tones + various shades of forest green

slacks in that deep green he always wears

bluchers or open laced dress shoes! or his boots from canon

he accents all of his outfits with some kind of leather (usually its on his belt, but he has bracelets and other accessories to make it work too)

he knows how to use a monochrome green palette perfectly

he looks business casual half of the time

if hes going casual, it’s camo time.

heavy army green jacket with patches that jester made + any v-neck t-shirt he owns

if hes really not feeling it on a particular day, he will wear harem pants and a fruit of the loom shirt that he stuffed into a drawer in his wardrobe

his style is the softest in the nein in terms of his usual everyday wear

[ageeksnerdyworld]

Shameful in the Light

Characters: Zale Young, Bonsai Warner, Mayor Whiskers

Word Count: 5,870

Trigger Warning: Swearing, Drug Use (kinda), Death

A/N: The only thing I actually had inspiration for so here ya go... As always the Cyber World belongs to @voiceoflarka

Summary: Life tricks even the best of men into avoiding the truth. Often subconsciously their daily thoughts and actions only aide and abet. Burying a man deeper into his sins and his ignorance. But nothing, not even the deepest love, can keep the demons out forever. Click that read more if ya want...

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The bed was cold. Cold and oddly comforting. The sensation pulled him down and silently begged him to stay. Beckoning like a siren's song from the deep. It didn't matter that one arm hung off the side. Or that barely a corner of the thick blanket covered his person. Or that he couldn't properly breathe with his face buried deep in the pillow. He would've gladly kept laying there and slept the day away.

But the force on his back had other plans. The motion, the light push, was far too familiar for him to ignore. His eyes slowly fluttered open; blinking against the sunlight. What sleep continued to linger, attempting to call him back, made his dark lashes stick to one another.

"C'mon Mayor Whiskers," he groaned. "It's too early for this, man."

"Mmrow," came the response.

Turning over onto his left side he pushed the gray tabby off his back.

Laying on his side Bonsai's face filled his vision. Despite events of the previous night, the state of her hair and makeup, she looked at peace. Her chest rose and fell in perfect time with her deep slumber. She was clutching the blanket close to her chest. He didn't want to wake her. He didn't want to bring the moment to an abrupt end. But at the same time he couldn't not touch her.

Reaching out he softly pushed a couple strands of hair out of her face.

She instinctively moved away; turning her head in the opposite direction of his touch. A quiet, annoyed, grunt escaped her lips. She flung her right arm over her face to block out the light.

"Mrrow," the cat called again. The annoyance in his voice was clear despite the lack of human speech.

"Chill out wouldja? I'm up, I'm up," Zale whispered.

Pulling the blanket off he swung his feet over the side of the bed. Mayor Whiskers took this as a sign and jumped off the bed. The cat hurriedly rushed out of the room. Zale took a few seconds to stretch before stepping onto the bedroom floor.

A low, very aggravated, meow came from down the hall.

"Fucking relax," Zale muttered to himself as he left the room.

Outside the open door he stood in the short hallway. From there he could see the front door to the apartment and the kitchen beyond it. There was the gray tabby cat; standing by the food and water bowls. As Zale walked over the cat rushed back to him and rubbed against his leg. Mayor Whiskers continued to walk with Zale to the kitchen. All the while airing his grievances with drawn out meowing.

Stepping onto the cold tile floor sent a shiver through Zale’s body.

The cat rushed to the spot, adjacent to the small kitchen closet, where his bowls were kept. Once again he started meowing with an annoyed urgency.

When Zale saw the empty bowls he sighed. Bending down he ran his hand along Mayor Whiskers' head before scratching the cat's chin.

"No wonder you're so pissed, huh, bud? You must be starving," he said.

Pulling himself to his feet Zale shook his head. This wasn't the first time either of them had forgotten to feed the cat. It wouldn't be the last either. Even so each time he woke to a hungry, thirsty, Mayor Whiskers his heart sank.

"Some pet parents we are," he muttered to himself.

Bending down again he picked up the bowl on the right side. It was a light gray with a red line along the bottom rim. Crossing the short distance to the sink he turned the faucet on. Letting the dirty, hot, water run for a few seconds he waited for it run cold and clean.

You think you can take care of yourself and her when you can’t even take care of a fucking cat?

He blocked the thought out as he filled the bowl with water.

“Here ya go, Mayor Whiskers,” he said as he set the bowl back down. The cat quickly lapped up the water. He was clearly dehydrated as he didn’t take a single pause for a good minute or two. And when he did finally take a second it was only to lick the excess water droplets off his mouth.

Zale turned back to the sink and reached for the cupboards. Gripping the old, rusted, handle as gingerly as possible he lightly pulled it. The cupboard didn't open but the handle came off in his hand. Sighing deeply he put the handle on the counter. Putting his fingers underneath the lip of the door he pulled. This time it opened. Reaching inside he pushed the other one open as well.

The sagging, nearly empty, bag of cat food sat sadly in the cupboard.

He took the bag out and set it on the counter, next to the sink, before opening it. The sounds must have alerted the cat as he quickly jumped up on the counter. He was circling the bag; sniffing and pawing at the paper.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Zale said as he picked the bag up again.

He took a couple of steps to the empty food bowl. It was the same size and shape as the other bowl. The only difference was the coloring; opposite to its twin. Red all except for a thin line around the bottom rim. Zale quickly filled the bowl and returned the bag to the cupboard. Mayor Whiskers took the short window for what it was and began eating.

The loud, crunching, sounds filled the small space. Zale knelt down next to the cat and began slowly running his hand along the cat’s back. A thousand yard stare overtook him as the thoughts, that he had blocked out earlier, came back in a flood of self-defamation.

Suddenly he realized that the crunching sounds had stopped. Shaking his head, knocking the fog out of his mind, he rose to his feet. He quickly walked back to the bedroom.

From the doorway he could see that Bonsai was still in bed.

She had shifted onto her stomach at some point. Her arms and legs were sprawled out over the mattress. Zale tiptoed back into the room as quietly as he could. Stopping at the foot of the bed he reached over and walked his fingers up her leg. Grunting quietly and annoyed she tried to kick his hands away.

"Morning, gorgeous."

"Go away," she replied; voice groggy and muffled. "I'm sleeping."

"You can't fool me, miss black eyeliner."

He crawled onto the bed; closing the space between them. Sitting on his knees he grabbed her hand and curled his fingers in between hers. Pulling her onto her back Zale leaned in and softly kissed her cheek. He let go and hopped off the bed once more. He crossed to the short dresser that sat a few feet from the door frame. Opening the drawer he grabbed the first thing he saw.

Pulling the shirt over his head, he turned to her and, asked; "Wanna head out?"

She nodded.

~~~

“Gonna tell me where we’re going, babe?”

Zale shook his head.

They had barely left the apartment before she began asking. And even after a few blocks, and a half-assed game of twenty questions, she kept at it. Zale continued to keep it a secret. His silence ticked her off more than the secret.

"Better be worth it,” she said with a bitter voice.

“Oh it is, trust me.”

Bonsai rolled her eyes and scoffed.

She wore an over-sized gray shirt under a red flannel. Layered on top was a light blue jean jacket. The fabric was distressed and faded. Various patches covered the surface in a randomized pattern. A pair of black fishnets covered her legs under a short, pale pink, skirt. Ends of the fishnets were tucked into the galaxy printed high tops which covered her feet. Days, maybe weeks, old polish colored her nails a deep black. Except for the top edges where it had cracked and peeled off. The aviator sunglasses on her face glinted in the afternoon sun. Her makeup was still a mess but she didn’t care.

And neither did he.

To him she was always the most beautiful person anywhere they went.

Like a moth flying dangerously close to a flame he caught himself staring and looked away.

But he was too late and she already noticed. Turning away from the passing cars she side-eyed him. Bonsai pulled the sunglasses down over the bridge of her nose. Looking him up and down she nodded approvingly.

“Mm-hmm.”

Zale chuckled and shook his head in embarrassment.

He mindlessly echoed her gaze and looked down at himself. His eyes glued to each article of clothing for a long time; analyzing every tiny detail. The old and discolored white t-shirt with its peeling black triangle. A pair of faded, over washed, black jeans haphazardly shoved into a pair of boots. Various sized patches of different materials covered the larger holes. One of the zippers had broken. It was stuck half open and the pull tab had fallen off. He wore an aging, and tattered, navy-blue hoodie. The hood covered his head; blocking his peripheral like a pair of blinders.

How in the hell did you get lucky enough to have her? Fucking look at yourself, dude. Look like you crawled outta the fucking dump. Probably smell like it too.

Zale started to zero in on the things he couldn’t see. The hard calluses on his fingers. Scrapes on his knees that burned painfully. Heavy, dark, bags under his eyes. Bruises, scabs, and strangely shaped dents covered his skin in various places. Fading veins, originally a deep oxford blue, were now barely visible. A few had died from overuse and turned black.

All with track marks to match.

Nobody’s gonna see 'em. Even if they did who the fuck cares? Mom? Dad? Cove? Fae? Don’t make me laugh.

As these thoughts ran through his mind he began picking at his sleeve.

Bonsai reached over, standing on her toes, and pulled his hood off.

Before he could fix it she ran her hand through his hair. Pulling her close he wrapped an arm around her. She leaned her head against his shoulder. Her long, wavy, black hair cascaded down his chest.

“This is it,” Zale said after a few minutes.

She peeled off him and looked around.

The couple stood in front of a bookstore. Its exterior was long and rectangular. Square transom windows ran along the top of the storefront; metal latticework spacing the glass apart. The square designs were echoed on the masonry pillars and the bulkhead. Two old fashioned street lamps hung from the top of the pillars; along the extended cornice. Everything that made up the storefront, that was not glass, had been painted a dark turquoise color. Large, square, glass panes sat on either side of the recessed entryway.

Display windows gave passersby a clear view inside.

Above the transom windows, and cornice, the facade was painted white. A sign was affixed to the building on the space. The nameplate shaped sign matched the turquoise color of the rest of the building. Painted on the stylized metal, in thin and sharp cursive, was the name of the store. Bright golden letters stood out against the dark black behind it.

“The Book Nook?” she turned to him and asked.

Zale dug into his back pockets; pulling out a Sharpie and a couple of pens.

He held the items out to her with a smirk. She took them quickly and opened the door. He followed close behind.

The interior of the store had a cozy, welcoming, atmosphere. Two or three tables were set up behind the large display windows. A deep, dark oak, counter jutted out from the wall not too far from the large window on the left-hand side. An elderly woman stood behind the counter. Her white hair was tied back in a neat bun; except for a few strands that had fallen around her face. She smiled at them as they entered but did not approach. Zale nodded at her as Bonsai rushed to the shelves at the back.

As he walked over to where his better half had rushed off to Zale noticed that not that many people were in the store. It was a bit late in the afternoon so it made sense. Most people, with normal lives, would be at work or school. Catching sight of Bonsai he quickened his pace.

She was standing near the back of the aisle; near the emergency exit. Book in hand she seemed to be intently reading whatever was typed on its pages.

But he knew better.

“Whatcha got there, B?” he asked as he stepped behind her and rested his chin on her shoulder.

“Some stupid self-help book,” she said; the disgust clear in her voice.

The Sharpie was in her hand; hidden under the spine of the book. Her brow furrowed as she searched for something. Flipping through the pages she finally found what she was looking for. The empty space under the title of the eighth chapter gave her a perfect canvas. With a delightful chuckle she pulled the cap off the permanent marker and went to work. It didn’t take long. A minute or maybe less and then she moved to place the book back on the shelf.

“Lemme see that again.”

“Enjoy,” she replied with a wink as she passed the book to him. She walked away and went about perusing the aisles once more.

He quickly flipped to chapter eight.

The chapter was entitled Horrors of Hate. But a dark, thick, line ran through the word “hate”. Above the text, in harshly scribbled handwriting, was the word “youth”. Under the title was a drawing of a girl’s crying face. Her hand was outstretched with an unclear object in her palm. The overall shape of the object matched a small hole in the girl’s chest.

Chuckling to himself and shaking his head he replaced the book.

He wandered through the store once more. Taking a red pen out of his back pocket looked around for the bookstore’s owner. Not seeing her anywhere near him he turned toward the nearest shelf just in case. He held the pen in between his fingers and hid it under the sleeve of his hoodie.

Randomly picking up various books he scrawled his own messages in the blank spaces.

Zale wrote stupid things that were funny in the moment. Short phrases like “doing a book burning? start with me” and “only read when high”. As he finished a small drawing of a dog pooping on the title of a rom-com piece of erotica he felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Zay! Look at this,” Bonsai said as she shoved a book into his face.

It was a children’s graphic novel. The superheroes, in their brightly colored costumes, were fighting the villain. All of the typical violence that was associated with the heroes in question was nowhere to be seen. Or it was supposed to be as the book was for children. The heroes were supposed to talk the villain out of doing whatever damage they had planned.

Bonsai had taken it upon herself to fix the problem.

Red and blue ink turned a docile scene into a bloodbath. With the dialogue bubbles untouched the text remained the same. The juxtaposition of the flowery language with the added violence was hilarious. Now the scene ended with the villain, still claiming to be reformed, beaten and bloodied.

As Zale laughed she gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Thanks,” she said. “I really needed this.”

“Anything for you.”

She took the book from him and went to return it to wherever she first found it. He watched her go and smiled. After the night they had previously she was in dire need of a pick me up. Thankfully this did the trick.

He returned the book to the shelf and pretended to scan the rest of the books for another. After a minute or so of this miming he shrugged and walked away. Taking his time as he went he looked around for Bonsai. He knew that she couldn’t be far off as the place wasn’t very big. Walking around the store Zale felt the phone in his back pocket vibrate. He slowed to a stop as he took out his cell. A text came through from an unknown number. The message was a simple two word phrase.

In stock.

Before he could text back the phone buzzed again. The vibration was longer than the first time; signifying that a call was coming through. He pressed the green phone icon and put the phone to his ear.

“Howard Boulevard, green-gray,” the familiar voice on the other end said before hanging up.

~~~

The street was busy despite the odd hour. Most people should've been at work or school and yet cars practically flooded the street. Zale turned and gave Bonsai a confused look from under the weathered, dull, navy hood. She echoed his confusion with a cocked eyebrow. Turning back to the street they scanned the opposite side.

He felt her hand harshly squeeze his own.

A slew of parked cars lined the curb. A couple of bikes were neatly corralled by the edge of the sidewalk that turned down a narrow alleyway. But, mysteriously, only one appeared to have the engine on.

From this distance all they could see clearly was the profile of the car. Even with the bright lights above it was difficult to discern the color. They had no idea if this car belonged to who they thought. But already late they quickly rushed across the street. He held her hand as they ran; clutching it intensely. Like he was afraid she'd disappear if he let go.

Calm down, he mentally shouted to himself, nothing’s happened.

Slowing to a leisurely stroll once they reached the correct side of the street. Zale looked around for a car matching the color he was told. His head whipped around as he searched. A sharp exhale left his body when he saw it. Pointing it out to he lessened his grip on Bonsai's hand. She ran her hand through her hair; trying to shake out her nerves. As the couple walked the silhouetted shape of a person came into view.

The shape was leaning against the trunk; facing away from them. A thin reflection of the car's rear lights shined on the figure's dark jacket. Seeing the man's face Zale felt the tension leave his body. He heard Bonsai exhale a deep sigh of relief.

"Fuckin' took ya long enough."

Klynn Buffett was never a patient man.

He stood with arms crossed over his chest. An old, weathered, light gray jean jacket covered his chest. The sleeves were cut off in a very disordered manner. Fabric strands of varying lengths hung from the edges. He wore a white t-shirt underneath. On the fabric was an image of a skull; black on one side and white on the other. Behind the skull image was a series of pixels. Reversed coloring to the skull the pixels were of different size and shape. Dark blue jeans collected in a series of folds at his feet. On his feet were a pair of bright red street sneakers. The soles were white with black writing all over.

Klynn’s bright auburn veins cut through the dark.

Silver ink shone along the left side of his neck; illuminated by the car’s rear lights. Stylish filigree curled around his skin in an intricate manner. Inside the decorative ink was an image of raven feathers. Underneath the feathers was the Latin phrase; volenti non fit injuria. An impatient annoyance twisted his lips into a snarl. The emotion was perfectly reflected in his hunter green eyes. His white hair, shaved except for the top of his skull, was wavy and long. Swept to the right side of his face the curled locks covered his eye.

Zale shook his head and looked at the ground; "Sorry man. Lost track of time."

Kylnn scoffed. It was clear that he wasn't satisfied with that answer. But he pushed off the car and moved towards the front door. His dark eyes dug daggers into Zale.

"Gonna let it slide. This time."

Clutching the door handle Kylnn pulled it to open the door. It didn't budge. He chuckled and shook his head.

“You good, man?”

“Yeah,” came the struggled reply. “This piece of shit gets stuck all the time.”

Zale nodded and shoved his hands in his hoodie pockets. Bonsai moved closer and hooked her arm through his. Bonsai nudged him slightly. Looking over to her he gave her a questioning look.

“You ok?” he mouthed.

She shook her head.

He raised an eyebrow in confusion. Without saying a thing she nudged her head in Kylnn’s direction. Then she motioned to the area around them. Zale took a minute before he understood. Clearing his throat loudly he took his hands out of his pockets and stepped in front of Bonsai.

“Kinda noticing your boys aren’t here, Kylnn.”

“Yeah, so? If yo...” he suddenly stopped; freezing in place.

"Let's go," Bonsai whispered.

"What? Why?"

Bonsai's pleading eyes shifted back to where Kylnn stood. They took on a deep look of suspicion. A sprinkling of fear lurked inside as well. She crossed her arms over one another and hugged herself.

"I just have a bad feeling. Please, Zay."

Zale chuckled, smirking, "For real? We've been buying off him for years, B. If he wanted to rip us off he woulda done it already."

She nodded reluctantly. Zale could see that she was still bothered by something. He didn't know what it could have been but he pulled her into a hug. Holding her close for a minute; hoping it would help ease her nerves. Uncurling from the embrace he held her at arm's length. Zale looked at her for a few seconds before cupping her face in his hands. He kissed her on the forehead and rubbed her cheek with his thumb.

"I’m never gonna let anything happen to you. You're my tree of life, B. This soul," he said; laying a hand on his chest.

“This soul is useless without you.”

BAM!

The sound of the car door slamming made the couple jump. Turning in the direction of the sound they saw Kylnn walking around the car to the front side. He winked at them as he passed. Bonsai’s suspicions grew but she kept them to herself. Her veins began to glow just a little bit brighter as if to echo her feelings.

Zale put his hand on her shoulder.

Another loud slamming sound rang through the night as Kylnn let the hood of the car fall back into place.

“Why, man?”

“Just part of my charm,” Kylnn said with a smirk.

“So, the whole thing with the door was--?”

“Lost track of where I put it. That shit happens to the best of us.”

Kylnn joined the couple on the sidewalk and he approached Zale. He held his hand out. Zale took it and pulled him into a man hug. The exchange only lasted for a few seconds before they let go. As their hands moved apart a small plastic bag was passed into Zale’s hand. He curled his fingers around it before shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets.

“Pleasure doin’ business.”

Zale nodded and wrapped his arm around Bonsai again. As they walked away he leaned to kiss her head.

~~~

Once inside the apartment he pushed the door closed with his foot. Turning around to lock it caused the paper bag to shift in the crook of his left arm. He shouted over his shoulder.

“B? I’m back!”

Shoving the key into his pocket he simultaneously kicked his shoes off. After that he turned around once more. Now facing the inside of his apartment he could see that everything was exactly how he left it. An open carton of milk was still on the table. The small stack of books that held up the broken table leg was still askew from when he rushed out.

Exhaling the breath he didn’t know he held Zale walked across the floor.

“I got you something,” he called to the empty air.

He thought that maybe she had taken a nap. She had done that ever since they’d known each other. It didn’t matter what the argument was about, or who it was with, she always ended them the same way. When he asked why she explained that she didn’t want people to fight for too long. He always thought it was sweet.

So he turned the corner and walked to their bedroom. He took a breath before quietly pushing the door open.

But the room was empty. The bed, a small mattress on a thin metal frame, only housed a few pillows and a blanket. The beanbag that sat in the corner opposite the bed was also missing it’s typical occupant.

Walking out of the room he made his way back. It was clear that the kitchen was empty so he didn’t bother looking. As he moved to set the bag on the counter he turned to his right; scanning the small living room.

There she was.

Bonsai was sitting on the sofa with her back towards him. Her long, black, hair cut off at the base of her neck by the back of the sofa. It was clear that she hadn't heard him. Zale smirked and crept over to the couch.

It was the perfect time to surprise her.

Walking on tiptoes he approached the sofa from the left side. Turning the corner she had fully come into view.

She wore the same outfit from earlier minus the aviators. Her arms were on either side of her person. Palms facing up her thin arms were quietly laying by her side. A bright green colored rubber band tourniquet hung loosely off her left arm. Barely past the crook of her elbow was a syringe. The plunger had been pushed all the way down.

The needle was still in her skin.

On the old, dented, and stained wood table was another tourniquet. It was a bright yellow color. Next to the tourniquet was another syringe. Empty. There was an old, burnt and bent, spoon on the other side of the syringe. Also empty. A lighter and a couple cotton balls also lay on the tabletop.

The small plastic bag also lay on the table.

Most of its contents remained.

Zale’s eyes rapidly darted from each item he saw, to the next, and back again. His mind couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It just made no sense. In a daze, unaware that he was even moving, he rushed to her side. His knees slammed into the floor and he ignored the pain. His bottom lip quivered in fear.

With shaking hands he carefully pulled the needle from her skin.

He tried to call her name but the sounds remained in his throat.

The pulse of her veins was getting slower with each passing second. Slow and progressively more faint. Deep black broke through the bright orange every few beats. Her breathing was shallow and rapid. It seemed like there was something blocking the air from filling her lungs. Every couple seconds she would choke on nothing. The edges of her lips were turning pale. And a blank thousand yard stare glossed over her eyes.

"No, no, no," he repeated; anguish heavy in his voice.

"C'mon, c'mon stay with me, B. You were right. You knew and I... Fuck. I'm so sorry."

She pressed a finger to his lips and shook her head. The message was clear. Nothing he could say would change anything. There was no point wasting what time they had left on apologies.

"Babe," her voice a choked whisper, "can you sing something for me?"

He nodded as the tears ran down his cheeks. Clutching her hand in his own, a hand against her back holding on, he could feel the heat leave her body. A whirlwind of emotions ran through his mind as he started to sing. It was quiet and shaky. Completely off tune. He didn't even know if he sang any actual words.

But none of that mattered.

She wanted to hear his voice and so she did.

Lifting his head he took a deep, shaky, breath. Only then did he notice that the gray tabby had sat next to Bonsai. He had been purring quietly.

"Don't go, B. Please."

But she was already gone.

Panicked, afraid, and in pure disbelief he grabbed her shoulders. Shaking her lightly he called her name again and again. She didn't respond. Her head jerked back each time he moved her. Her entire body was limp, although still warm, and didn't put up a fight. Couldn't. Her eyes were dull. Veins now entirely black. Running his hands along her neck he cupped her face in his hands; thumbing her cheek.

He sat there, sobbing, until there were no more tears to shed. The grief poured out of his mouth until his throat was raw.

Why? Why? Why? the question repeated with the rapid, fearful, pulse in his veins.

Kylnn.

Shoving his hand into his jeans he aggressively searched for his phone. Pressing the button on the back brought the dark screen to life. The black void was immediately replaced with a picture of the two of them. He quickly tapped out the code on the screen.

But his nerves got the better of him and the screen informed him that he messed up. Shaking his head he bit his bottom lip and tried again. And again. And again. The screen stayed on the picture, the digital clock changing, as if to taunt him.

He screamed and tightly grasped the phone in his hand.

Mayor Whiskers walked over to where Zale stood. He let out a quiet meow to get the young man's attention. Rubbing his head against his leg Mayor Whiskers started to purr again. The sound was usually low and comforting, but, not this time. In the dead quiet apartment every minor sound, that typically wasn't easily distinguished from the rest, was now obvious. The loud mechanical hum of the fridge. A dull, rattle-like, sound emanated from the air vents. The creaking sounds from the neighbors' walking around their apartments. Even the cat's purr was loud.

The overwhelming sounds pulled him back into the moment. He took a breath and tapped the screen one more time. The picture disappeared. It gave way to the slew of apps that covered an image of gray squares varying in size and shade. Ignoring every other app in view his thumb moved to the dark, blue-green colored, phone icon. Pressing the square brought up his most recent calls.

Without a second thought he pressed the first number in the list.

Putting the phone to his ear Zale found himself hoping that the call went unanswered. But his hopes were dashed as the phone abruptly stopped ringing.

"What did you do?"

"Huh?" the voice responded.

"What the fuck did you do, Kylnn?!"

"Look man I don't know what this--"

Zale cut him off; "She's dead. So, I'm gonna ask again and you're gonna give me an answer. What. Did. You. Do?"

The sudden change in tone was shocking. Violent threats, subtly hinted at through his words, went unspoken.

“Alright, alright, ya got me. I put a lil’ somethin’ extra in it.”

Kylnn paused on the other end as if he was choosing his words carefully.

“Thought you two woulda got hooked on the combo. That’s it. Scout’s honor.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

Zale could practically see Kylnn shrug. He could, very clearly, see Kylnn lounging in whatever hovel he currently called home. The man was most likely sitting on a dirty and ratty couch counting his earnings. His phone would be held in place by his shoulder. Even in his own base of operations Kylnn always had his cronies around for protection. He knew that one of the many girls and boys Kylnn kept would be there too.

"I was gonna marry her."

“Well, look, I gotta go. Same time next week?”

Kylnn hung up before Zale could respond let alone tell him off.

He quietly sunk to his knees; no energy to scream nor tears left to shed.

The shock overtook him again and he mindlessly scrolled through his messages. Quickly finding what he needed he typed out what he could. He didn’t look it over. He didn’t care. He clicked send and let the phone fall from his hand as his body melted into the floor.

Barely a minute passed before the replies came in. His phone loudly buzzed as it vibrated on the floor. At first it was a few short notification buzzes. Then it turned into longer, drawn-out, vibrations. Calls began to flood in.

He didn’t look.

He didn’t pick the phone up.

He didn’t move even when his front door slammed open.

Zale stayed in that spot, frozen in place, until his band-mates, his friends, pulled him to his feet. Someone wrapped a blanket around him. Someone else was pacing the floor; loudly yelling into a phone. Zale vaguely took in what was going on around him. Even as he did everything began to blur and blend together. He swore she was fine. He knew that she hadn’t shot up without him.

“She wouldn’t leave me,” he said. “Not on purpose.”

“’Course not,” Zephyr said.

“It’s my fault,” he continued; ignoring what Zephyr had said. He stared out at nothing and pulled at his hair. “It’s all my fault.”

They tried to talk him out of saying that kind of thing. It wasn’t true and they knew that. Emery interrupted at one point to tell the others that the police were on their way. Running a hand through his hair he looked around the room and whispered.

“Bro? Wanna go out into the hall? Cops are gonna be here--”

Zale cut him off with his ramblings; “She didn’t want to. I said it’d be fine. Same guy as always. She didn’t want to and bought it anyway.”

“It’s not your fault,” Dexterity said as they put a hand on his shoulder and quietly guided him out.

“I bought it! I left her alone! I was gone for five minutes all because I had to buy her some dumb fucking mini cactus! I bought her a cactus and now she’s dead. It’s my fault!”

Dexterity didn’t respond and continued to guide Zale out into the hallway. Their hand continuing to rub his back. Looking back to the others they saw Zephyr and Emery standing in the middle of the living room. Both of them were looking around for things they thought Zale might need. After they grabbed a few things, water and snacks, they followed Dexterity into the hall.

Mayor Whiskers followed the group closely behind.

The three of them stayed by Zale’s side until the police arrived.

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I Don’t Dance To Dubstep Part 4 (A Deadpool Fic)

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

A/N: I don’t even know what the hell inspired this chapter tbh! I just love the banter between all the characters and the reader. Also, Dopinder is a killer cinnamon roll. I will say this: the next chapter contains TIMETRAVEL SHENANIGANS!!

Remember: Reader’s alter ego (nickname) is DJ

Words: 2621

Warnings: Mature Language, Mention of Sexual Kinks,Stan Lee what are you doing here?

(gif isn’t mine)

The taxi was parked in the lot of a clothing and specialists store tastefully named 'Dom N' A's Tricks.'

You had never rolled your eyes so far back into your head you thought they'd roll like bowling balls until you read that tacky sign.

When everyone was arguing amongst themselves as to who should do the shopping, Wade had suggested a sing-off and the loser would have to buy the supplies. As soon as Cable heard 'sing-off' he practically threw himself out of the car and hurled himself into the store.

Wade and Dopinder were singing along to Sonny and Cher's: I Got You Babe playing on CD in an overly enthusiastic performance to pass the time.

You and Domino sat in the back seat of the taxi with your mouths agape and a bug-eyed expression painted on both your faces.

"They say we're young and we don't know, we won't find out until we grow," Wade sang Cher's part in a high pitch, of course.

"Well I don't know if all that's true, 'Cause you got me, and baby I got you," Dopinder was smiling euphorically as he sang along in a pleasant voice.

Dopinder and Wade turned their heads towards each other at the same time like it had been choreographed.

"I got you babe," they sang together, Deadpool theatrically gracing Dopinder’s cheek as though they were filming some romance musical.

Dopinder, feeling not at all uncomfortable with Wade's lack of acknowledging other people’s personal space, played along and swayed his head from side to side.

"I got you babe," they continued singing along.

"Kill me now," Domino said in an exasperated huff.

You were speechless as you watched the act Dopinder and Wade were putting on.

"It's like I'm watching a re-run of all the nightmares I didn't know I had repressed play through in high definition..." You said to no one in particular.

Feeling in no particular mood to listen to the duet between the two weirdos in the front, you used your ability to generate a white noise hum to drown out all other noises. What you were doing was basically generating an ability induced set of earplugs.

Unbeknownst to you as the calming thrum of the white noise lulled you to the brink of sleep, a panicked Cable came sprinting to the car while red lights blared from inside the store and a skinny tatted woman shot off her shotgun in the direction of the car.

There was a busted window behind the woman that had the jagged but noticeable outline of a large man. It looked like a cartoon outline. Deadpool flailed about in his seat as a splatter of his blood missed Domino's face by an impossible inch, no doubt a shotgun pellet had managed to hit him.

You opened your eyes when you noticed Dopinder panic and put the car in reverse, bumping into a light post jerking you from your seat.

You stopped producing the white noise and suddenly you were bombarded with too much information for a sane person to process all at once.

"Drive!" Cable shouted as he threw the box of clearly shoplifted goods in between you and Domino.

Dopinder put the car in drive and his tyres screeched as he burned rubber behind him. The lady with the shotgun let off another shot and shattered the rear window. All three of you in the back ducked on instinct.

"What the fuck did you do, Cable?" Wade chastised in the same high pitch he used to sing Cher's lines.

"I don't carry cash on me and I figured we were in a hurry!" Cable bit back.

"Who doesn't bring money with them when they go shopping?" Wade asked idiotically.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe a half-human cyborg from the FUTURE?" Domino shouted over the two of them.

"Then why did he volunteer to buy all the sexy roleplay stuff?" Wade asked.

"Maybe because you threatened to make him sing a duet with you when he was clearly uncomfortable, Mr Pool," Dopinder enlightened him.

"Can everyone stop referring to me in the third person, please? I'm right here!" Cable exclaimed.

"Well if you're from the future an argument could be made for the fact that you are actually existing in two places simultaneously..." You chipped in.

Cable grumbled at you and Deadpool looked in the distance and said, "And that is called a continuity plot-hole ladies and gentlemen!"

"A WHAT HOLE?" You, Cable and Domino asked in unison, completely confused by Wade's comical shtick.

Wade noticed a street sign up ahead that read Parker Ave and pointed to it hastily, "Quick, Dopinder, take the next left and go down the street Uncle Ben will undoubtedly not be killed in during the current MCU reboot!"

Dopinder followed Wade's instructions and drove down Parker Ave and used the back roads to drive to your destination while avoiding the freeway and the mass of cops that were probably out searching for the five assailants that robbed Dom N' A's Tricks store.

***

"I look utterly ridiculous!" You pouted as you looked at your distorted reflection through a store window.

True to the singer persona Wade had given you earlier at the Chinese Restaurant, you wore a platinum blonde wig, a leather corset and fishnets, coupled with six-inch heels that could kill someone just by tripping over a cobblestone walkway.

"Here's the finishing touch," Wade held out a pair of fake teeth with a gap in the middle.

You looked at Cable in astonishment, "Did you buy a set of faux teeth?"

"I take no credit. That was all him," Cable said as he stared at you with intense eyes.

"I'm not putting on a set of fake teeth, Wade!" You warned as you focused the sound waves generated by the whooshing cars driving passed to shatter the plastic teeth into a million pieces.

"You have no respect for the art of role-playing," Wade said.

"I think you mean Cosplay?" Domino corrected him.

"I meant what I said!" Wade shouted as he reached into the backseat to grab another outfit from the box of stolen goods. "Alright sweet cheeks, your turn," He handed the clothes to Domino.

Domino gave the outfit one glance then looked at her own attired and gave Wade a condescending look, "Uh, no thanks. I'm already in costume."

Wade was about to protest against Domino's refusal to change into a new costume when you interjected, "Look I can do the whole infiltrating and catching the target off guard routine on my own. Domino you're on crowd suppression duty, Cable just cover my six from a vantage point, Dopinder keep the meter running and Wade…"

"Yeah?" He questioned cautiously.

"Put on the wig and heels. You're my dance partner, sweet cheeks!" You retorted with a sinister smile.

Domino and Cable laughed, enjoying your little power trip and the fact Wade had to wear a wig and a pair of heels... again!

Feeling a bit flustered, Wade dropped the box on the taxi's boot and placed both his hands on his hips, "Well, jokes on you! I've actually been looking for an excuse to wear heels again. They make my calf muscles pop!"

"Sure thing Queer Eye. Go get changed." You shooed him into the cab.

***

When Wade was fully in costume -above his regular costume, naturally- he quickly made his way up a three-story window that was the entrance into the Burlesque clubs dressing room with ease. You'd die before admitting this, but Wade's agility was something you envied.

You looked up at the window and then down at your heels wondering how on this God's green Earth would you manage to get up there without busting an ankle. Maybe if you focused the sound waves from a considerable sound generating source you could levitate on a cushion of sound waves, but there was nothing loud enough to draw from in your vicinity.

Domino noticed the crease of your brow and smacked Cable's chest before nodding her head in your direction to let him know his assistance was needed.

Cable stood up from the hood of the car, the temporary indent straightening out when his weight was removed. He walked over to you and looked between you and the window, before making a brace with his fingers and getting low on one knee.

"Need a boost?"

You looked down at him, took off your heels and placed your foot on the brace he made, "Since you're offering."

"Hey, don't get any ideas. He's mine!" Wade shouted from the window as he sat on the sill and stretched his arm out for you to grab.

Cable hoisted you up, his metal arm grabbing your ass for the briefest moment. You tried to act like the contact of hard metal on your ass wasn't invigorating and pleasantly different. Fuck! Now you had a new kink to add to your ever expanding list: Metal Arm Ass Groping. Quite the mouthful, you'd have to think up some catchy abbreviation for it later.

With his mechanised strength, he flung you high up into the air and you managed to grab Wade’s hand and he pulled you into the club. Domino and Cable made scarce and disappeared to get with the plan.

You put your heels back on.

"Naughty, naughty," Wade tut-tutted as he noticed your flushed cheeks and devious grin.

"Please, like you haven't thought about it!" You retorted as you marched out of the dressing room and down to the private parlour’s dancer entrance, more than ready to kidnap this Madam Mayflower and pay your rent to your sleazy landlord.

Behind you, Wade gasped in exaggeration as he followed suit walking like a model with poise and grace.

***

The upbeat tempo of the music you were dancing to filled the private lounge where Madam Mayflower sat with a glass of champagne in one hand and a cigar in another. She was guarded by four bodyguards who seemed to be having a hard time appearing stoic and immovable since they were constantly stealing glances of your seductive dance number.

Mayflower eyed you with desire clearly advertised on her face as she licked her lips and eyed you up and down.

"I count two guards on the second floor," Domino's voice rippled out to you through Wade's earpiece as he sat waiting patiently for you to give the signal to make the move on Mayflower.

"I count six others circling the perimeter." Cable's voice rippled out too.

"Something tells me there isn't a stealthy way to handle this," Wade whispered.

"Tell me I didn't dress up like a dominatrix for nothing, Wade!" You said in annoyance, your hands rubbing at your sore temples as you blinked rapidly. You dance routine thrown out the proverbial window.

Madam Mayflower looked at you in confusion, "I'm sorry is this part of the act? I don't remember role play being a part of the package… not that I'm complaining." She said with a heavy lilt as she proceeded to suckle on her lower lip suggestively.

You didn't have time to deal with her horny attitude right now so you raised a finger at her and said plainly, "Just hold on a minute," You curved your back a little and leaned back so that you could peak through the curtain Wade was hiding behind, "Wade just come out here and do your thing, toss me the earpiece."

"What the hell is going on here?" Mayflower demanded from you. Her bodyguards circling in around her, creating a human barrier.

Wade emerged from behind the curtain full of energy and pizzazz, a leather whip in one hand and a pair of handcuffs in the other.

"You do know Burlesque and BDSM aren't the same thing right?" you asked him.

"Don't ruin this for me," Wade shushed you as he tossed the earpiece your way. He cracked the whip against the open space and made a neighing sound, "Come on boys!" He teased the bodyguards.

"Just keep it quiet, Wade," You reminded him.

Mayflower made a motion to jump out of her chair but you thrust her back into it using a controlled burst of waves.

The sound of Wade fighting off the bodyguards with his whip was thankfully drowned out by the loud music that played in the room.

"Cable, when I say when, I need you and Domino to generate a loud noise right above the window I'm waving to you from." You said through the earpiece.

Cable searched for your waving figure through the scope of his gun. When he spotted you, he saw Deadpool engaging in a fight with four other guards still wearing his heels and wielding a bullwhip.

"What the?" Cable whispered through the earpiece.

"Remember, when I give the signal, generate big boom!" You said in a baby voice as you thrust Mayflower back into her seat for the umpteenth time again.

"How are we supposed to do that?" Domino asked.

"Get lucky I guess," you joked.

When you turned to see if all the guards were knocked unconscious you looked over at Deadpool who was wiping non-existent sweat from his masked face. During all the excitement you noticed someone had snatched his wig off.

"Hey, Indiana Jones, throw Mayflower through the window," you told him as you opened the large window.

"Wh-What?" Mayflower shouted in shock, her eyes wide with fear.

"What? No, I'm not gonna throw my paycheck out the wind-"

You cleared your throat and clicked your heels, "You mean our paycheck?"

"That's what I said!" Deadpool said all too defensively.

"Just do it, Catwoman!"

"Okay geez, enough with the outdated references already," he groaned as he flung a very scared Mayflower out the window.

"The woman currently hurtling to her death, is that the signal?" Cable asked an instant later.

"Yes!" You shouted as you jumped after Mayflower too.

“WHAT THE FUCK DJ?” Deadpool shouted after you as you began to free fall with Mayflower down several stories.

“Oh, not good,” you heard Domino scurry about anxiously over the earpiece.

Mayflower was screaming like one of the Bond girls.

Please, don't let me die swan diving after a Madame, you secretly prayed to whatever cosmic entity watched over your universe.

Suddenly, a large explosion of fireworks went off in a dumpster near the taxi and the sound of the exploding gunpowder and the vigorous force the projectiles produced when they hit the metal lids generated strong enough sound waves for you to generate a cushion of waves to catch you and Mayflower before you turned to street pizza.

Your prayers have been answered my child, A smiling Stan Lee whispered in your inner ear. Where the fuck did that come from, you wondered.

You landed gracefully on both feet while Mayflower landed in a puddle on her face next to you.

"Okay, we can go now!" You shouted up to Wade who decided the quickest way down was the same way you made your exit. He was lucky the fireworks were still producing enough sound that you were able to catch him and lower him mid-air onto the ground.

Domino appeared out of nowhere as a small explosion went off behind her and Cable grappled down the side of the building he had set up his sniper position by using his metal arm to dig into the brick and slow his momentum.

All four of you (plus a muddied Mayflower locked in the trunk) got into the cab and headed for Al's apartment before any of the bodyguards could fully realise what had just transpired.

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