#i don't ENJOY the clink of teeth against teeth and the feeling of someone else's spit in my mouth and a slimey squirmy tongue

[piss-stained-jorts]

saw some clown on here whining about other people not liking kissing and reducing it to the gross parts and that it’s indicative of a society that fears flesh (which yes it does but that’s not how to go about making the point) and blah blah fucking blah

anyway instead of being a salty bitch and getting into an internet argument with some stranger I’m gonna be a Big Adult and use my rage and spite to remind all of you that

hating kissing is okay, you’re not weird or broken or a prude,

whether you’re asexual or allosexual it’s fine if you despise swapping spit with another human being, it doesn’t mean you love them any less, and you’re FINE. love is expressed in different ways. humans celebrate each other differently, love comes in different forms, it’s fine if you only want to kiss people you’re close to or not at all or literally anything in-between, and shaming people for hating an act of intimacy is fucked up. show love how you want. enjoy the company of others how you want. you don’t have to see kissing as anything more than the gross parts, and “reducing” it to that or whatever is just as okay as romanticizing it as something more. it’s just some ritual humans made up, and we’re allowed to feel literally any fucking way in the world about it.

live your life. be free. 

[ja3yun]

pour it | p.sh

bartender!sunghoon x bartender!reader

warnings: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, cream pie, cum plugging, choking, slight nipple play, pls never fuck your co-workers (saying from experience), mentions of alcohol ofc, not proof read, anything else lmk!

w.c: 3.5k

REQ: Imagine Sunghoon and you are bartenders for a club and all shifts you guys are always stealing glances at eachother or having lingering touches while you make drinks one day u need to go get more supplies from the back and the tension is so thick he can’t take it anymore and takes you on the boxes of supplies with messy alcohol pouring sex

a/n: hi! it's me and my inability to write a small drabble and turning it into a semi-fic. hope you don't mind, anonnie! i had a lot of fun with this but as someone who used to bartend during uni, you can imagine the flashbacks going through my mind (i also spilt the keg on me like this so, personal experience and some aj lore for you). hope you enjoy!

The club is alive with the throbbing beat of the latest hits, a kaleidoscope of coloured lights dancing over the crowd packed tightly onto the dance floor. The air is thick with the mingled scents of perfume, sweat, and the unmistakable tang of alcohol. Behind the bar, it's a different world, a fast-paced rhythm of cocktail shakers, clinking glasses, and the endless chatter of patrons.

You’re in your element, expertly mixing drinks, the repetitive motions are almost second nature by now. But tonight, there's an added layer of tension simmering beneath the surface. Sunghoon, your coworker, has been brushing past you intentionally for the nth time tonight.

The bar is small, and with Freshers Friday in full swing, it’s a given that there’s going to be constant cross-overs between staff, clambering for ice and lemon wedges. But does he have to hold your waist as he passes, fingers lingering just a moment too long, or reach behind you for a glass when there are plenty on his end? Each touch sends a spark of electricity through your body, your pulse quickening despite your best efforts to ignore it.

You steal a glance at Sunghoon. He’s busy pouring a drink, his jaw set in concentration, but there’s a ghost of a smirk on his lips. He knows exactly what he’s doing. His dark eyes flick to yours for the briefest moment, and you feel a flush rise to your cheeks. You turn away quickly, focusing on the drink order in front of you.

The club's atmosphere is a mix of chaos and thrill. Neon lights flicker and pulse in time with the music, casting a surreal glow over the sea of bodies moving in sync. The bass reverberates through the floor, through your bones, creating an almost tangible sense of energy.

“Excuse me,” Sunghoon’s voice is low, just above a whisper, as he leans in to reach for a bottle of vodka on the shelf behind you. His chest brushes against your back, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body. You grit your teeth, trying to focus on the cocktail you’re mixing, but it’s no use. Every nerve in your body is attuned to his presence.

“Do you mind?” you snap, but your voice lacks the bite you intended. It comes out breathy, more of a plea than a command.

Sunghoon chuckles softly, his breath warm against your ear. “Sorry, Y/N. It’s just so crowded back here.” His hand trails down your arm as he pulls away, and you shudder involuntarily.

You know he’s teasing you, pushing boundaries, testing your reactions. And damn it, it’s working. You can feel the tension between you two building, a palpable thing that hangs in the air, thick and heavy.

It’s been like this since he started working here a few months ago. Training him up was harder than anticipated, not because he wasn’t good at it or couldn’t follow instructions, but because it took everything in your willpower not to pounce on him. Once, you showed him how to make the bar’s signature Long Island Iced Tea. While he was pouring the Triple Sec into the mixer, the veins on his arms and hands strained, the muscles flexing with each precise movement. It was the moment you realized you had a hand kink.

Nothing could stop your imagination since then, constantly thinking about his hands on your throat, the way they would feel gripping you, controlling you. Every time he reached past you or brushed against you, those thoughts flared to life, vivid and consuming.

The club is a frenzy of movement and sound, but all you can focus on is Sunghoon. He’s making his way back to your end of the bar, and you can feel your heart rate spike in anticipation. He stops beside you, close enough that you can feel the heat emanating from his body.

“Need help with that?” he asks, his voice smooth and teasing, as he reaches for a wine glass on the rack above your head. His arm brushes against you, and the contact sends a shiver down your spine.

“I’ve got it,” you reply, but your voice betrays you, coming out softer, almost breathless. He smirks, clearly pleased with your reaction. He is nothing if not cocky and you do nothing but fuel it.

“Sure you do,” he murmurs, his breath tickling your ear. His fingers trail lightly across your waist as he steps back, a fleeting touch that leaves you craving more. His cologne isn’t helping either, the dark musk of Sauvage engulfing your nostrils and filtering its way straight to your core.

You bite your lip, trying to regain your composure, but it’s no use. Your mind is racing, filled with images of his hands on you, the way they would feel exploring your body, holding you down. You can’t stop thinking about the power he seems to have over you, how easily he can make you lose focus.

Your manager comes up behind you both, pointing between you. “I need you both to change the Guinness keg. A whole team of Celtic fans just came in and they’ll bleed us dry in a minute,” he explains.

He doesn’t know that the innocent, very much part of your job request makes your heart stop for a moment. The charged energy between you and Sunghoon is so strong tonight that being alone with him, even for a second, could lead to losing all your inhibitions. You don’t mind fucking your co-workers, god knows you’ve had your fair share of fun with Jay and Heeseung in the past, but this feels different.

As soon as Sunghoon bites those teeth into you, figuratively and physically, you have a sneaking suspicion that there is no going back.

“I can handle it myself,” you say quickly, trying to avoid the inevitable. “It’s only a one-person job.”

But Sunghoon is already stepping forward, his hand on the small of your back, guiding you towards the stockroom. “Come on, Y/N. It’ll go faster with two,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument, waving the manager off.

His touch is subtle but it feels heavy, and you curse inwardly at how easily he affects you. You let him lead you through the throng of staff, your body hyper-aware of every point of contact. This is bad, very bad.

As you enter the dimly lit back room, the noise of the club fades slightly, leaving the sound of your and Sunghoon’s footsteps and breaths as the only chorus to the quiet song of the corridor. The corridor always gives you the creeps, the lime-green walls and chipped floor make you feel sick, sicker than you already are.

It’s not even that big of a deal, so what are you panicking for? Just go in, change the keg, and get back to serving duties. Plain and simple, easy as pie.

But as you reach the keg room, your hands are trembling slightly. You push open the door and step inside, the cold air hitting you like a slap. The room is filled with the metallic scent of beer and the cool hum of the refrigeration system. Sunghoon steps in behind you, the door closing with a soft thud.

He moves to grab a keg from the stack in the corner, and you can’t help but watch, mesmerized by the way his muscles ripple under his white t-shirt. The fabric clings to him, highlighting every contour, every flex. His biceps bulge as he lifts the heavy keg effortlessly, and you swallow hard, feeling a fresh wave of heat course through you.

Focus, you scold yourself. You turn to the valve, reaching up to shut it off. Your fingers fumble slightly, the cold metal biting into your skin. You can’t stop glancing at Sunghoon, at the way his forearms strain, veins standing out in sharp relief. It’s distracting, and you’re not paying enough attention to what you’re doing.

You step forward to disconnect the old keg, but you don’t leave enough time for the pipe to empty. As you twist the connector, there’s a sudden, forceful spray of beer, catching you off guard. You yelp, trying to dodge the spray, but it’s too late.

Sunghoon is at your side in an instant, his hands covering yours as he twists the valve shut. But not before both of you are thoroughly soaked. The cold beer soaks through your clothes, making you shiver.

“Damn it,” you mutter, looking down at the mess. Your shirt clings to you, and you can feel the liquid dripping from your hair. You glance up at Sunghoon, and despite the situation, you can’t help but laugh at the sight of him drenched, his hair plastered to his forehead.

“Nice going,” he says with a chuckle, shaking his head. “You always this clumsy?”

“I usually know what I’m doing,” you retort, but there’s no heat in your words. You’re too distracted by the way his wet shirt clings to his body, outlining every muscle and defined bump of his toned stomach. 

Sunghoon steps closer, his eyes dark and intense. “You okay?” he asks, his voice low with a hint of seduction, the rasp in his voice turning you dizzy.

“Yeah, just...wet,” you reply, shivering slightly. The cold beer and the cool air of the keg room are a stark contrast to the heat building between you two. You probably should have chosen a better sentence to utter into existence, knowing how it could be taken.

He reaches out, his fingers brushing a strand of wet hair from your face. “You know, this wasn’t exactly how I imagined getting you wet,” he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Your breath catches at his words, and you know you should leave it at that, laugh it off, and walk away. But with his close proximity and his breath fanning your face, you’re almost under his spell. “What do you mean?” you ask, your voice barely more than a whisper, tinged with curiosity and something darker.

Sunghoon steps forward, and you instinctively step back, making your back press against the cold wall of the keg room. He eyes you up and down, licking his lips as though he was a lion hunting his prey. “You know what I mean, Y/N.”

The beat of your heart skips, and you nod, agreeing. You aren’t stupid, you’re just horny.

Leaning down to ghost his lips over yours, his eyes grow hungry as they hood over, boring into yours intensely. “I want to bend you over and fuck you so hard you can’t remember your own name,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly. “I want to make you gasp for air, to hear you scream my name until your throat is raw. I want to leave marks all over your body so everyone knows what I did to you.”

You're quivering now, and every syllable sends a zap of electricity into you. His hand moves down your arm, fingertips brushing your skin and leaving a path of fire in its wake.

“I really thought I was going to lose it up there and bend you over the bar and fuck you in front of all those punters,” he continues, his lips so close to yours that you can feel the heat of his breath. H

A whimper escapes your lips, unbidden, and his eyes widen in surprise and delight. “Oh? You like it when others watch? You want me to drag you up there and give everyone a show?” he teases, his voice dripping with amusement and arousal.

You shake your head in a daze, lust taking over because all you can breathe in is his presence. “No...not there.”  Exhibitionism isn’t really up there in your list of kinks, not really for your own dignity, you couldn’t care less about who sees you naked or fucked out, but you hate the idea of anyone seeing Sunghoon and getting ideas.

Jealousy wasn’t an emotion you thought you possessed until he started at the bar. The other bartenders flirting with him in the breakroom or customers asking for his number over the bar quaked your heart a little, injecting a tiny speck of green into your bloodstream. You might have been apprehensive to start anything with Sunghoon, but that doesn’t mean others get a chance to shoot their shot.

“Oh? So what I’m hearing is you do want me to fuck you?” he presses, his voice a husky whisper. His cockiness is showing once again, tongue roaming over his sharp canine lazily as his eyes drink you in.

“Yes,” you breathe out, unable to hold back any longer. The need in your voice is unmistakable, and it only seems to fuel his desire.

Rolling his eyes in relief, he undoes your apron from the front and lets it fall to the floor. “Finally,” he mutters, his demeanour switching from teasing to something darker, more intense. In a flash, he has your black trousers unbuttoned and fully off your body, your panties following, leaving you bare with only your soaked white work t-shirt covering you.

He grabs your waist and hoists you up against the wall, your legs wrapping around his hips instinctively. With one hand, he reaches and undoes the button of his own trousers, shimmying them down slightly and whipping out his cock.

As it springs to attention, you feel it graze your folds, so close to where you desperately need it. The heat and hardness of him against your wetness make you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders.

Sunghoon smirks, positioning himself right at your entrance. “You’ve been driving me crazy, you know that?” he murmurs, his breath brushing against your skin. “Watching you, wanting you...you kept me waiting too fucking long.”

“Please,” you whisper, your voice trembling with anticipation. “I need you.”

His eyes darken with lust at your plea, and without another word, he thrusts into you, burying himself to the hilt. The sudden fullness makes you cry out, your head falling back against the wall. He’s big, stretching you in ways that have your toes curling. You can feel every inch of him, thick and pulsing, as he fills you completely. It’s overwhelming, the way he pushes your walls apart, making you see colours you didn’t know existed.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls, starting to move. His pace is relentless, each thrust hard and deep, driving you up the wall with every stroke. Your moans mix with his grunts, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the small room. You’re thankful that the room is isolated in the middle of the basement or else you’re convinced everyone upstairs could hear you.

His hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he pounds into you. You can feel the power and control in his movements, the way he takes what he wants, and it drives you wild. “You like this, don’t you?” he pants, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot and erratic. “You like being taken so hard you forget everything else?”

“Yes,” you gasp, your voice barely a whisper against the overwhelming stimulation. “Yes, Sunghoon, don’t stop.”

You bring one of his hands up to your throat, a silent plea for him to fulfil your fantasy. His eyes widen for a moment, and then a dark smile spreads across his face. “You want it?” he asks, his voice a dangerous whisper. “You want me to choke you?”

“Yes,” you whisper, your voice trembling with need. “Please.”

Sunghoon’s grip tightens around your throat, the pressure just enough to make your head spin, adding a delicious haze to your already overwhelming pleasure. Each of his thrusts feels like a shockwave of ecstasy, stretching you and filling you in ways that make your entire body tingle with need. His cock throbs inside you, the thick, hard length gliding in and out with a relentless rhythm.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he growls, his voice a guttural mix of pleasure and dominance. His free hand slides up your body, brushing over your sensitive skin, and his fingers tease at your nipples through the soaked fabric of your t-shirt, making you grateful that you wore a mesh bra today rather than your usual beat-up t-shirt. The contact sends jolts of pleasure straight to your core, heightening the sensations.

Your nails dig into his back as you cling to him to stay against the wall, leaving marks that make him hiss and drive his thrusts even harder. Every push, every pull, feels like it’s unravelling you completely. The pressure around your throat makes your breathing shallow, and the world outside this small room seems to blur into insignificance. All that exists is the raw, primal connection between you and Sunghoon.

Clamping your walls down on him, you mewl out as the tip of his cock reaches a depth no other man has been able to reach, kissing your cervix with intimacy and urgency as you suck him in with each clench of your core.

Hissing, Sunghoon’s head burrows into your neck, his palm now pressed against your jugular in a beautifully punishing manner. “Fuck, Y/N, your cunt is so greedy for it.”

The words send a fresh wave of heat through you, and your moans become more desperate, more pleading. You arch your back, pushing yourself further onto him, needing him deeper, harder. “Sunghoon, I’m so close,” you whimper, your voice breaking with the intensity.

He responds with a fierce, primal growl, increasing the pace of his thrusts. Each movement is forceful, almost punishing, but it’s exactly what you need. “Cum,” he commands, his voice rough and demanding. “I want to feel you cream all over me.”

With that final command, the pressure around your throat and the relentless pounding of his cock push you over the edge. Your body trembles violently, and you cry out his name as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you. Your orgasm is all-encompassing, a dizzying mix of pleasure and release that leaves you gasping for breath, clinging to him.

Sunghoon’s own release follows almost immediately, his body tensing as he buries himself deep inside you, groaning your name with a raw intensity. His cock pulses with each spurt, filling you completely. The heat of his climax mixes with the remnants of your orgasm, creating a deliciously overwhelming sensation.

He holds you tightly, his breath ragged against your neck, as both of you ride out the aftershocks of your climaxes. Slowly, he eases his grip on your throat and pulls back slightly, his eyes still dark with desire but now softened with a trace of concern.

Sunghoon’s gaze softens as he looks at you, his breath still coming in short, ragged bursts. He brushes the damp strands of hair from your face, his touch tender against your flushed skin. “You okay?” he asks, his voice a gentle murmur, filled with concern and dissipating lust.

You nod, a satisfied smile on your lips despite the trembling of your voice. “More than okay,” you breathe out, your body still trembling from the intensity of the climax.

Sunghoon’s eyes hold a mix of tenderness and desire. He leans in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. The contrast between the gentleness of the kiss and the fierceness of what had just transpired sends a shiver through you. “Good,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice low and soothing. “Because we’re far from done.”

He slowly lowers you to the ground, his hands steady and careful. As he kneels before you, a look of wonder crosses your face, mixed with a lingering haze of desire. His fingers, still slick with your combined release, gently part your folds, teasing and exploring.

You gasp as his fingers find their way to your sensitive entrance, carefully stuffing his dripping cum back into you. The sensation is both intense and oddly comforting, a reminder of the connection you’ve shared. Your breath hitches as you feel the warmth and slickness inside you.

“Sunghoon-” you start, but his gaze, both commanding and affectionate, cuts you off.

“Keep that there until our shift is over,” he instructs, his voice firm but laced with an underlying promise of more. “I don’t want a drop of it out of you.”

His words send a fresh thrill through you, a combination of pleasure and anticipation. “When we clock out, you’re coming back to mine, end of story,” he continues, his tone brooking no argument.

You look up at him, your eyes meeting his with a mixture of surprise and eagerness. “Okay,” you manage to say, your voice steadying despite the rush of emotions.

“Great,” he smiles innocently, as if he didn’t just fuck you so good you thought you saw Jesus marking you off the gates VIP list. “Now help me with this keg.”

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[sosa2imagines]

lucky-bucky-boy has a really good smutty one shot about being undercover with Bucky

"Undercovers"

Warnings- SMUT! Friends to lovers? -------------------------------------------

The air in the fancy casino, was thick with cologne and desperation. Bucky, ever the picture of charm and sophistication, in a well-tailored black suit, leaned closer to you, his voice a low rumble. “Enjoying the high life, doll face?”

You batted your eyelashes, channelling your inner actor. “Only because you're here, handsome.”

It was all part of the act. You and Bucky, have been working together for about two years. It had been a normal mission so far. Until you two were told, that you had to pose as lovers for the upcoming mission. You both were calm about it.

Flirting with Bucky was the easy part, as you two were close friends. A playful banter was a natural extension of your friendship.

Mr and Mrs. Stan, socialite couple with a penchant for gambling and questionable art collections. In reality, you and Bucky were after a stolen prototype weapon, rumored to be changing hands tonight.

Tonight, it was amplified, a performance for any potential buyers lurking around. You exchanged playful swats, whispered secrets, and Bucky even ‘accidentally’ brushed his hand against yours, sending a delicious shiver down your spine. All for the mission, of course you thought…so did Bucky. Right?

Hours bled into each other, a blur of clinking glasses, fabricated interest in dubious paintings, and a well-timed ‘win’ at the roulette table.

As Bucky went, to get drinks for you and him, some guy came over and started to talk with you. “Hey beautiful, what's your name?” The man asked, trying to flirt with you, Bucky was quick by your side, gripping your arm firmly, glaring at the man. “Leave her alone.” Bucky said through clenched teeth, his tone dripping with warning, the man seemed puzzled by his response.

“What's it to ya? Can't a man flirt with a beautiful woman?” The man retorted. Bucky let out a small murmur of annoyance, as he gripped your arm tighter and glared at the man again. “No, you can't.” Bucky said, he still couldn't believe that he was being this possessive over you, he had no right. Right? He couldn't stop the burning jealousy that was building in him.

“And I don't like someone touching or flirting with my fiancée! Get away, you understand?” Bucky said, and the man seemed to see the warning in his eyes this time, and finally nodded and started to walk away. The air crackled with nervous electricity and something else entirely.

Maybe it was the wine, or the sequined cocktail dress that felt like a second skin (and three sizes too small), but your stomach was doing loop-the-loops.

The possessive nature of Bucky was a major turn on for you. Your panties, were in a twist.

The night was a blur of champagne flutes, caviar canapés, and Bucky's expertly delivered charm. You danced close, your bodies brushing, sending shivers down each other’s spine. The playful flirting, you both usually reserved for sparring sessions, took on a whole new meaning under the chandeliers.

“You know...” Bucky murmured, his breath warm against your ear as you both waltzed, “this whole fiancé thing feels surprisingly believable.”

You scoffed, but blush heated your cheeks. “Maybe a little too believable, ‘Stan’.”

Soon, Valentina Fontaine the target began to approach you and Bucky.

“You ready, doll?” Bucky drawled, the black fabric straining across his broad shoulders. A playful glint danced in his steel-blue eyes. “As ready as I'll ever be, handsome…” you retorted, trying to project confidence.

Valentina was flirting heavily with Bucky, which made you see red. You wonder, if this is, how he felt before? She was ignoring you completely, and you had enough of her touching Bucky, who was highly uncomfortable.

You excused yourself and weaved through the throng, brushing against a waiter carrying a tray of champagne flutes. One ‘accidentally’ spilling on Valentina, as her guards rushed to clean her up, Bucky like a gentleman held her purse, making you roll your eyes, as he swiftly took the key from it.

Finally, your chance arrived. Valentina, took a bathroom break. Bucky, ever the smooth operator, distracted her bodyguards, while you slipped into her private dressing room. Jackpot. A hidden compartment in her vanity revealed a flash drive with incriminating data.

Back in your hotel room, adrenaline buzzed through your veins. Relief warred with a newfound tension. You'd gotten the intel, but the night wasn't over. Here, alone in this opulent cage, the charade started to unravel.

Bucky poured drinks for you and him, his gaze lingering on you. “Good job tonight...” he said, his voice rough.

A teasing smile played on your lips. “Always the charmer, Barnes.” But the compliment hung heavy in the air. You both circled each other, the playful dance taking on a new edge.

“So…any reason, you made the waiter spill champagne on Valentina?” Bucky asks with a mischievous smirk. “Any reason, you were possessive, when the guy was flirting with me?” you teased him back.

“I was looking after my future wife…” “I was looking after my future husband…”

“Well, partner,” you say, with a playful smile, tossing the stolen flash drive to Bucky, who catches it with a wink. “Mission accomplished.”

Bucky's eyes narrowed. “Indeed. Now, about that fiancé thing…”

He pulled you close, the suit jacket falling away to reveal the familiar worn t-shirt he wore beneath. Laughter escaped your lips as he dipped you a playful bow.

“Care to take it one step further, doll?”

One step closer, and his hand was on your cheek, his thumb tracing a soft path over your lips. “This,” he murmured, his voice husky, “this feels a little too real, doesn't it?”

And it did. The line between mission and something more had blurred. Your breath hitched. “Maybe it should...” you whispered before kissing him.

It started as a release; a surge of emotions bottled up for too long. But the kiss ignited something deeper, a fire fuelled by unspoken feelings and the thrill of the night. Clothes fell away, replaced by a desperate urgency.

As soon as your back was pressed against the bed, Bucky lost all self-control.

A growl emitted from his throat, low and rumbling against your mouth. The kiss was hard, a battle of tongues for dominance. An aggressive kiss, making you moan and Bucky’s cock to twitch mindlessly against your tummy.

Bucky pulls back, looking at you. He gently traces his finger over your face. “Mine…” He leans down and brushes his lips against yours, kissing you deeply.

You deepen the kiss, your hands gently sliding down his butt. He slides his hands down your back, his fingers lightly brushing against your butt, kneading them. His kiss becomes hungry, almost desperate, as if he wants as much of you, as he can get.

“You drive me crazy, doll face...” he murmurs against your skin. He leans back down and deepens his kiss, his touch more insistent, his hands sliding over your body. Bucky kisses along your collarbone, down towards your chest, his lips finding the sensitive skin between your breasts. His breath is warm against you, as he lets one of his hands wander lower, his fingertips lightly brushing between your legs.

His lips find the spot on your neck and you moan softly. His fingers find the spot in your cunt. You gasp and moan, your hands slide along Bucky's sides up to his hair, tangling in them.

“I'm gonna take good care of you, doll.” Bucky murmurs against your neck, as he kisses along your collarbone again, nipping and sucking until he's sure he's left a mark.

His hands took your breasts between his palms, kneading them, worshipping them. He took one of the hardened nipples between his lips, sucking it with a deep moan. “Bu…Bucky” you gasped. He nuzzled his face against your breasts before pulling his mouth away, with an obscene pop.

You moan and gently roll your hips against him, the anticipation almost driving you over the edge. He pauses as his eyes move over you, drinking in the sight of you, his breathing is heavy. “You're so beautiful...” he says, sliding a hand up your thigh to your hip and leaning down to kiss along your stomach, his warm lips moving slowly.

“Bucky…” you moan, your hands tangling in the sheets again. His tongue starts to move slowly, teasingly over you. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to stifle your sounds as he slowly circles his tongue around your clit, teasing your button.

Bucky lets out a low moan against you, as he leans back, hooking his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer, as he lowers his head and his tongue finds your center again, moving slowly.

You let go of the sheets, as your hands grip his hair, your back arching in pleasure, as he drives you closer with his tongue. “Bucky…” you gasp, your eyes closing as he brings you closer to the edge.

He can feel you're close, by the way your body tenses, the way your breathing changes. He moves his tongue faster, wanting to take you over the edge, pushing you closer and closer, until you let out a gasp and a shiver runs through you, as waves of pleasure wash over you.

Your body starts to slowly come down, your eyes opening. Bucky lifts his head, stroking your thighs, pressing little kisses to your abdomen, a smile curving the corners of his mouth.

He slides up, leaning down and kissing you slowly. You can taste yourself on his lips, as he kisses you deeply, gently rolling his hips against yours again.

You hook your legs around his waist, rolling your hips against his. You can feel his arousal and it makes you crave his touch. You pull him closer, deepening the kiss, your hands trailing down his back, your nails scratching him, as he keeps rolling his hips against yours.

He groans softly, the feel of you against him causing his breathing to get heavier. He pulls back from the kiss slightly. “I want you,” he almost whispers, kissing along your jaw.

You slide your hand between your bodies, caressing his hardened cock. “You have me,” you say, leaning up and kissing his jaw before nuzzling along his neck. His breathing becomes heavier, as you find that sensitive spot on his neck and he gently moans your name.

You tilt your head back, as Bucky kisses along your neck again, the anticipation building. He gently presses you down on the bed, his hands pressing against your thighs, his lips trailing kisses up your stomach.

He lifts his head, looking down at you. His eyes are dark with need. He reaches down and gently teases you with his fingers, watching the way your lips part to let out a soft moan, your body shifting slightly at his touch.

Bucky gently withdraws his fingers. He leans down and kisses you, before shifting to settle between your legs. You wrap your legs around him, trying to pull him closer. Bucky kisses you deeply as he pushes into you, your pussy takes all of him in. His thick length stretched your walls.

His breath catching in his throat, at the feel of you wrapped around him. He bottoms out with a groan, before pulling back out again. His hips soon found a suitable pace. You break the kiss, breathing heavily, as he starts to move against you slowly, his forehead pressing against yours again, his arms around you, holding you close.  

Bucky speeds up slightly, making your breathing hitch. He presses a little deeper and your nails slightly dig into his shoulders. “Bucky” you whisper, as he hits deep in your cunt, making all your thoughts scatter.

He leans back, looking into your eyes, his name on your lips, fuelling his need, his pace increasing as he buries his face in your neck. You can feel him getting closer, his breathing heavier, your name escaping his lips in a groan. You're close, too.

“Just let go, doll…” he whispers in your ear, his hips moving faster, his lips against yours. The words push you over the edge and you cry out his name, against his lips, as waves of pleasure wash over you. Bucky shudders, as he follows you over, holding you close to him.

You moaned into the kiss, as you came hard, “I'm... I'm gonna come...” he pants as he nears his climax. He spent himself inside you. Filling you up to the brim. He collapsed on top of you, catching his breath, burying his face in your neck.

You lay there for a while, panting, still wrapped in each other's arms. Bucky nuzzles into your neck, placing small kisses along your skin, making you shiver slightly.

He slowly rolls off of you and lays down beside you, his hand lightly caressing your side. You scoot closer into his side, your head resting on his chest as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer.

You close your eyes, as you feel his hand run idly up and down your back. You both lay there in a comfortable silence for a while. The line between playful banter and genuine affection blurred, leaving you and Bucky tangled in the sheets, the mission a distant afterthought. As dawn painted the sky a fiery orange, Bucky held you close, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

“Maybe we should practice this fiancé thing more often,” he murmured, his voice husky with sleep. You chuckled, tracing a finger across his metal arm. “Just between us, Barnes? I wouldn't mind.”

My pervert brain had to write about this.

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[thehollowwriter]

Summary: Finn, Floyd, and Jade celebrate Azul's birthday. I'm too tired to edit so it'll probably be full of errors

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Birthday

"Azul. It's time to get up, darling."

Azul shifted, the comforting warmth of his soft blankets enticing him to simply roll over and stay there, to just give in to the sleepiness weighing over him.

Sky blue eyes fluttered open, wincing at the unexpected light flooding the bedroom. Azul sat up and rubbed his eyes, grasping at his side table for his glasses.

To his surprise, someone else slipped them onto his face, and his blurry vision cleared to reveal the smiling face of Jade Leech peering down at him.

"Jade..?"

Jade's teeth glinted, and his smile stretched wider. In his hands was a teatray on which was a cup of steaming tea, a bowl of sugar cubes, and honey.

"Happy birthday, Azul~" The eel sang, placing the teatray on Azul's lap and trying not to laugh at the octopus' sleepy, confused face. "Tea."

Azul blinked and pushed his glasses up his nose. "Yes, I can see that. Thank you, I suppose, I'll be sure to repay you."

There was a pause, and Azul gently placed a cube of sugar into his tea. "I am noticing a mysterious lack of scaring the ink out of me this morning. What do you want?"

Jade's face twisted to form an expression of hurt, and he placed a hand on his heart. "Why, Azul, you wound me. Can I not do something nice for my darling boyfriend on his birthday?"

"...This was Finn's idea, wasn't it?"

Jade sighed. "Caught out so quickly... yes, it was. He insisted we give you a calm, peaceful day, which unfortunately means no 'birthday shenanigans', as Floyd would put it. The other two are making you breakfast."

"Hmm. I see." Azul hummed, adding a dash of honey to his tea and stirring it. For a cannibalistic shark, Finn was a saint. No, not really, but close enough. "I imagine you are quite dissatisfied, then?"

Jade shook his head. "Not at all. As much as I adore your annoyed face, it's nice to spoil you. Besides, I got to make you special tea."

Azul paused mid stor and stared down at his tea. His brows furrowed, and he glared at Jade. "What did you put in my tea, Jade?"

"Oh, relax, it's just mushroom tea." Jade said happily. "I brewed it myself. It's perfectly safe, I tested it on the prefect."

Azul briefly considered visiting Yuu in the hospital before against his better judgement, taking a sip.

It... it tasted surprisingly good. Profitable, even. Find, maybe he won't ban mushrooms and all mention of them (not that that would do anything). He'd be cruel to dismiss Jade's little sales pitch.

"It's good." Azul said, raising his eyebrows. "I'll consider it for a seasonal menh. I'm sure it could be popular if even I can enjoy it."

He would be lying if he said the way Jade's eyes lit up didn't make him smile and sip his tea to hide it.

It was nice, relaxing in bed on a Saturdsy morning with a cup of freshly brewed tea. He was up early enough not to feel rushed, free to take his time.

"You said Finn and Floyd are making breakfast?" Azul asked once he finished his cup, setting it down with a gentle clink.

Jade nodded.."Yes. We can go to the kitchen when you're ready. They're quite excited to see you."

Azul huffed. "Really now..."

He never understood that sort of thing. They see him every day. They spend a lot of time with him. Well, he wouldn't rain on their parade.

There was a comfortable silence for a moment, and then Azul handed the teatray to Jade and got out of bed.

"Alright, let me get dressed and -"

"Ah, ah, ah." Jade took Azul's hand and pulled him close. "Breakfast first. Then we can help you with your makeup and birthday suit."

Azul narrowed his eyes. "I look like I crawled out of a pit."

"You don't."

To Jade, Azul looked positively delightful. Hair rustled, eyes bleary with lingering sleepiness, no makeup, and dressed in lavender and white pyjamas.

Not NRC student Azul, not Mostro Lounge owner Azil, and not Octavinelle dorm leader Azul. Just Azul. It was his birthday, he was seventeen, and his boyfriends were celebrating with him.

Azul rolled his eyes and let Jade lead him down the halls of Octavinelle towards the kitchen. The only reason he allowed himself to leave his room in such a state was because it was too early for other students to be awake, and if they were, they knew better than to wander.

When they arrived, the unmistakable smell of food hit his nose, and he couldn't help but feel excited, and the sight of Finn and Floyd working in the kitchen in tandem only made the excitement grow.

Finn noticed them and lifted his head to smile at Azul. "Morning, Azul. Happy birthday."

Floyd waved, his eyes fixed on the airfryer. "Morning, 'Zul. How was the poison birthday tea?"

Azul chuckled. "Surprisingly good. We should slip you some, Floyd. Maybe you'll enjoy it. "

Floyd gagged. "Hell no. Don't threaten me while I'm making your birthday breakfast. It's rude."

"We're almost done!" Finn called. "You can take a seat."

Azul let Jade guide him to the kitchen island and patiently sat down to wait, excitement gnawing at him as the smells and sights only seemed to become more saliva inducing.

"Order up!"

Azul's jaw nearly dropped at the large number of dishes placed in front of him with magic.

Stuffed crab, seaweed wraps, sushi, a variety of sliced meats (similar to ham), fish sticks, stewed clams, raw mussels... so many foods from their home, all placed right in front of him. And... what's that? Deep fried chicken! Oh, he really was being spoiled today...

Maybe a bit too much.

Azul sucked in a breath. "Thank you, you two, but I can't. The... the calories..."

"Consider it a cheat day." Finn said softly. "It's your birthday, after all. Of course, if you really don't want it, we can eat it."

Azul sighed. "I'll... see how I go. I'm sure it won't hurt to eat a little more than usual, and apart from the chicken, it's quite healthy."

Things went quiet as Azul compiled a plate of food for himself. There was so doubt, no doubt the other three were taking advantage of his birthday to make a large array of delectables to devour.

He ate slowly, savouring the taste and appreciating the skills his partners had. Truly, they had a gift.

"This is amazing." He said, nodding his head at Floyd and Finn. "Thank you for your hard work, I'll be sure to make you something just as wonderful in return."

Finn smiled and kissed Azul's cheek. "Thank you, but you'll have to save your plans for payment until tomorrow. We have a whole day planned for you. I know you're going to enjoy yourself."

"But the Lounge-"

"We've taken care of that." Floyd said with a grin. "Don't worry about it. Ah, here, we got some stuff for you when you're done."

An array of gifts were placed on the table, wrapped with varying degrees of success.

"Happy birthday, Azul."

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A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this spontaneous bit of fluff!

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[heyangel28]

ROCKSTAR part 2

A/N: This is a short story I wrote about Duplicity, where there is an extra member of Duplicity that’s dating Harry instead of Aven. It’s sort of a twisted tale with my own added characters and dynamics. Keep in mind that I do not own any of these characters (apart from Eva Turner) as they were originally created by happydays1d on wattpad but nonetheless, please enjoy this alternate version. This is also the second part, go read the first part to begin with so you understand this one. Enjoy x

Warnings: Violence, sexual harassment, gun violence, blood, cigarette usage, alcohol

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Eva Turner

I pull up outside a quiet bar, before turning to the other and giving them spare clothes.

“Get changed into these.”

They all follow my instructions, immediately stripping off their black outfits and changing into casual clothes which would allow them to blend in better in the bar. I do the same, changing out of the black hoodie and into a dress instead.

I notice Harry looking over at me after he finishes changing into his clothes. I see his eyes lingering on me for a moment and I smirk to myself.

“Hands to yourself Styles.” I laugh without even looking at him.

The smile on his face only widens more. He walks up to me and holds onto my shoulders as we walk into the small underground bar.

“No promises." He says with a chuckle.

We head into the bar, purple LED’s making it hard to see, blaring bass music and the smell of liquor and vomit. Harry and the others follow behind me as we make our way through the bar. It's full of people, with the volume of the music at full blast. It was difficult to hear myself think in there, let alone get a word in with someone else. The room was filled with drunk people, all dancing around or sitting, drinking and having fun. Harry's eyes dart around the room, examining everyone who was in here, keeping a close look out for anything suspicious.

I make my way over to the counter, tapping the wood gently, my rings clinking against the surface.

“Cara, hey.” I smile at the bartender.

She hears my voice and turns around, looking me up and down, smiling back.

"Well, well, well...Look who it is. It's been a while." She smiles with her pearly white teeth, red lipstick on her lips.

“Yeah you know me, always busy with the band and that stuff.” I laugh in response.

"Of course. The busy life of a rockstar, I understand." She chuckles back.

I take a seat on a bar stool, looking at the blonde haired women stood behind it, an old friend of mine. She was wearing a black top which showed some cleavage and some skinny jeans.

"So, what can I get get you? I'm guessing something to drink? Otherwise why would you be here?” She asks, leaning against the bar top, her hands resting on her hips.

“I’ll just take my usual.” I laugh lightly, resting my elbows on the wooden counter.

She gives me a smile.

“Sure thing babes, one strawberry vodka and lemonade coming right up."

“How’s university going?” I ask her as she pours me my drink. She’s not much older than I am.

“Oh you know, the way it always is.”

“So shitty?”

“You betcha.” She laughs placing the glass of alcohol down on the counter in front of me.

I suddenly feel a pair of hands rest on my shoulders and I hear Niall’s Irish accent speak from behind me, it’s usual cheerful tone. He gives Cara a flirty smile. I roll my eyes knowing how many times he’s tried and failed.

Cara just laughs at him and shakes her head slightly.

“Nice try Niall. But I'm not falling for it this time. Try someone else." She turns away from him.

“How many times does she have to tell you, she’s not interested Ni.” I chuckle taking her side. She nods a small thank you in my direction.

“I don't know. She might change her mind at some point-" Niall winks at her.

“I told you once, I'll tell you again Horan. I'm not interested."

“Not yet you’re not.” He grins devilishly. Making the blonde roll her eyes.

He takes a seat on a bar stool beside me.

“Where did the others get too?”

“Liam and Louis were chatting up some girls, that's where they are right now." Niall shrugs.

“And where's Harry?" Cara adds confused.

“You think I’d know? He’s my boyfriend and still goes running off where I can’t find him.” laugh, taking another sip of my drink.

Niall starts laughing.

“Sounds about right."

Harry soon emerges from the crowd of people.

“Speak of the devil.” I laugh as he approaches behind us.

“Hey angel. I thought I'd lost you for a second." He says with a smile as he takes a seat on the bar stool, beside me.

I smile.

“Guess I can say the same for you.” I laugh lightly, getting Cara’s attention and gesturing towards Harry, Niall still trying to flirt with her again.

Cara lets out a laugh and gives Niall a playful look, rolling her eyes as she does so.

“Can't a girl get any peace around here?" She mutters, while Niall just grins and chuckles.

I chuckle light-heartedly.

“Niall, let me buy you a drink before Cara rips her hair out.” I offer finishing off my drink.

Niall chuckles with you as he looks over to Cara then back at you.

“Sure, I wouldn't want to cause any trouble. I'll take a rum and coke please Cara."

I pull out a 10 dollar bill and slide it over the counter.

“I’ll have another strawberry vodka. That should cover them.”

“No need Eva, it’s on the house.” She winks at me and begins making the two drinks. With a surprised look on my face I reach to take the money back but Niall beats me to it, slipping it in his pocket.

She hands the drinks over, passing one of the two glasses of rum and coke to Niall and the other to Harry as she hands me my drink.

Harry grabs the glass of rum and coke and takes a sip of it.

“Ahh, the perfect drink to help me forget all my problems. Thank you." He grins at me as he sips his drink.

After a couple minutes I finish my second drink and I stand up from the bar stool.

“I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, I'll still be here making sure Niall doesn’t get up to trouble.” He smiles lightly as I stand up from the bar stool.

“Fuck you.” Niall’s voice sounds as I walk towards the door, leading out into an empty alleyway behind the back of the bar. I pull out a packet of cigarettes and leaning against the wall as I light one. After a while outside I notice someone drunkenly approaching me, I didn’t recognise them.

The person continued to drunkenly walk over towards me, with swaying steps and slight staggering on his feet. He looked like he was about to approach me so I prepared yourself for the worst when he got close enough. I take a deep breath in, inhaling one last drag of the cigarette smoke before stubbing it out on the ground.

“Can I help you?” I raise my eyebrows at the man now stood before me. He just looked at me for a few seconds before drunkenly speaking, his words slurring as he spoke.

“Hey...hey...what's your name?"

“Nina.” I lie, putting on a polite smile.

He squints his eyes as he looks at me, leaning a little too close to me than necessary.

“Nina...? Nina...that's a lovely name..." He says drunkenly as he puts his arm on my shoulder.

I shove his arm off me.

“Sorry, I’m not interested.”

“Aww...come on...why not? I'd love to have some company. Come on..." He says, getting progressively more in my face as he keeps trying to pursue the conversation and get to know me. He just wouldn't take "no" as an acceptable answer. Kill all men.

I shake my head sternly and turn to go back inside.

“I won’t repeat myself.”

He grabs my wrist, Turing me back around to look at him.

“But you're so beautiful...so perfect...why would you not want to get to know me? Just give me a chance and I could show you a great time."

“If you don’t remove your hands in the next 2 seconds there’s a high likelihood you’ll never use them again.” I grit my teeth in anger.

"Ah, someone's a little feisty..." He drunkenly says, not even fazed by my threat. He continues to invade my personal space, laughing a little longer before he speaks again.

“You know...you're just playing hard to get. I've met women like you, I know you want it. Look at yourself, you dress like you're always on the hunt for someone new to seduce. I bet you’re just a whore looking for a good time.”

Anger boils inside me, something clicks and I slap him right across the left cheek.

“I told you I’m not interested.” I spit.

His drunken grin immediately changed into surprise as he looked back at me, feeling the smack of my hand on the left side of his face. He looked at me with a menacing look before he spoke.

“Did you just...hit me?"

“You wouldn’t want to try me if I were you.” I glare at him.

He continues to stare at me, trying to assess the situation. He was definitely not drunk anymore, and you could see he was becoming more and more annoyed with me.

“Do you think I'm scared of you, huh? You think you're stronger than me?" He grits his teeth before he stumbles forward, attempting a swing at me. I duck under his arm and move over to the other side of the alley, before landing a punch of my own right to the centre of his face.

His head snaps back as he stumbles backwards, blood dripping down his nose. The look on his face was one of shock, and a little bit of pain before he regained his balance, looking back at me with a look of pure rage on his face. He stumbled forward once again, grabbing his jaw and spitting out a little bit of blood as he did so. He moved forward with another swing at me.

I use the bottom of my heel to kick him backwards onto the ground, digging my heel into his chest as he lies on the concrete, unable to move. The breath knocked out of his lungs as he hit the ground. His hand grabbed his chest as he painfully tried to breathe. He spit out a little more blood before speaking in a low voice.

“You're a psycho..." He hissed in anger, staring right at you. His words were not the usual tone of drunkenness or slurs he had before, but more clear now.

“A trained fighter maybe but not a psycho.” I laugh almost menacingly, digging my heel further into his chest, keeping him in the ground. His breath came in quick, laboured gasps as he felt the pressure of your heel digging into his chest. He spat out a bit more blood as he gritted his teeth, using the last bit of his strength to try and move.

I wipe a bit of blood of my cheek that he spat at me and smirk.

“Ah someones a little feisty.”

"Shut the hell up. Let me go." He yells as he continues to try and wiggle free of the pressure I was applying onto his chest. He tries a few more times, but fails to get out of it. He then starts coughing. Keeping my heel on his chest I begin to dig through his pockets.

“Hmm, keys, cigarettes, a Polaroid picture of a girl…who’s this your girlfriend?” I taunt.

“Hmm, a wallet.” I mutter to myself and begin flicking through his wallet.

He tries to stop me as I start to dig through his pockets, he grabs for my arm.

“Hey! What are you doing...?" He says, weakly as he tries to sit up, but the weight of my heel prevented him from moving at all.

I ignore him and slip the money he had into my bra.

“I’ll save that for a rainy day.” I feel him squirm underneath my foot before my eyes catch on a business card in his wallet. I smirk to myself.

“Bingo.” I whisper to no one in particular.

As I take out the business card, he starts to panic more, trying with all the strength he had left to move me off of him. He starts trying to dig his way out from under your foot, failing once more and just grunting and groaning underneath me.

“You weren’t in this alleyway looking for a random girl to fuck were you?” I hiss.

“You know this man?” I turn the business card around in my hand, showing him the picture.

The man's eyes go wide and his face shows signs of fear.

“No, he's just a friend...I swear." He says drunkenly, his breath still coming in quick, laboured gasps as he tries to get up from my heel. He looks at the business card I was showing him, staring at me holding the picture of the man. His eyes filled with fear and panic. He knew he had been caught red-handed.

“Just a freind? I see.” I smirk and raise my eyebrows, sticking the card back in his wallet.

“Maybe he’d like me to put you out of your misery then?”

He looks at me as he continues to speak, breathing heavily.

“Please...just let me go." He says, sounding scared, his desperation was pretty clear to see.

“No can do I’m afraid.” I say reaching into my thigh garter and pulling out a small shotgun. “I had an order.”

“You see…I know something…” I begin, aiming the gun at him.

“This “freind” of yours, Kai, I work for him. Now judging by the fact that you just so happened to stumble upon me while I was alone and out of sight…” I click the gun safety off. “You must have some idea who I am.”

He finally realised who I was, he shakes his head in denial.

“N-no.” He mutters in fear.

“I’ve been given a mission. Assuming you have too? Correct?”

He doesn't reply immediately, taking in everything that I said before finally speaking up, his tone more serious and as he does speak.

“Y-Yes..."

“Thought so.” I throw the wallet away from me, letting the in-scripted leather hit the ground before turning back to him.

“Maybe next time you’ll be successful.” I hiss before pulling the trigger and with one single shot to his chest his body goes limp underneath me. Dead.

His eyes staring right up at me as they fade to black, the look of pure fear still stuck onto his face. I’ve done my objective, I got rid of our target without raising suspicions. As I move my foot off of his chest, he finally hit the floor with a light thud, laying there in a pool of his own blood. I quickly drag his body behind one of the dumpsters along with the wallet, before tucking the gun back into my garter and concealing it under my dress and heading back inside.

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

“Your ’husband to be presumptuous’? What an interesting turn of phrase,” he muses, lips quirking up with a smirk.

His eyes give her a quick once over once more, looking for any signs of a lover’s attention. He notices instead she looks quite bruised. Hm.

“Well, forgive me for my assumptions, miss Doe. It’s an absolute pleasure to meet you.“ Raphael smiles broadly at her. The tip of his foot taps an idle rhythm in time with the music playing as it bounces against his ankle. He takes a sip of his wine, seeming contemplative, before he looks to her once more.

“You know, you have the air of leadership about you. And you certainly seem capable... I find it very hard to believe you’d be anything less than an asset to any crew.”

Raphael catches the eye of the bartender and gives a subtle signal with his hand. She nods, and after a moment brings over a glass of water and sets it in front of Doe. It clinks gently as the pair of ice cubes inside bounce merrily from one side to the other.

“You seem like perhaps you’ve had a rough time of it lately,” he murmurs, leaning in just a touch to offer an empathetic ear and a kind smile. “I take it as a point of pride to ensure the patrons of my establishments enjoy their time here. If I can’t get you a drink, is there perhaps something else I could do for you?”

-Raphael

She shrugs. 'I don't know. Convince the idiot I'm in love with to stop being furious with me? Get rid of these bruises? Help me control my powers?' She gives a sardonic smile. 'I've a long list, and I think you'll forgive me for assuming you'll not be able to help with any of it.'

She tsks in frustration. 'I- I can see what you're assuming by the state of me. I love him. He's a good man. I just... I caused a storm and almost got everyone killed. Hells, I almost died. I'm feeling guilty and angry and sad, and now my friends are gone, even though it was supposed to be fun. I didn't even want to be here, to be truthful.'

She takes a sip of water, shudders at the cold. She knows she's talking too much, but she can't help it. 'I wanted to talk to him, to work things out, but he was so furious he sent me on shore leave without so much as- well. I'll not babble at you about it any longer. Safe to say I'm not having a good time, and I just want to feel like I mean something to someone. I've felt off balance and out of place on that ship since I arrived. Not that it's anyone's fault. It's just me, I can't seem to... I don't...'

She feels she is about to cry, but reins it in, gritting her teeth and growling softly with the effort of not seeming weak.

'I have no power and I can't stand it. I want to protect them all but I can't. I can't seem to do anything right. Much less lead.'

Her eyes sparkle with unshed tears, and she wipes them away furiously.

'I appreciate you trying. But I don't think there's much you can do to help the horrific tangle my life has become just now.'

[watercolorfreckles]

I wouldn’t be shocked if someone else already asked this but can you continue a choice to love you? I really love your writing by the way. I have a tab of your master list open on my phone so I can reread your stories when I am bored.

Anon, i am UNBELIEVABLY flattered that you just keep my masterlist open?? i cannot?? fathom that?? You are so sweet! That makes me feel so happy, thank you <3 Hope you enjoy this!! Continuation also requested by @chibicelloking, @theadorelocksly, @zakizigekwe

A Choice to Love You - Part 2

Part 1

The tray clinked as it was expertly slid onto the table, presenting an array of fancy appetizers, shrimp cocktails, and two glasses of wine

Villain smiled pleasantly at the waitress. "Thank you. Now." The Villain's voice changed, and though it wasn't directed at Guard, it tugged at the walls of her brain like the pull of a tide. "You walked away and forgot you ever saw the two of us. You locked the door to the balcony--in your new memory, you had a good reason. "

Villain's voice visibly rippled the air, deftly carving a path to the waitress. The magic swelled heady and enticing in the air. It's influence shimmered for just a moment, reflecting in the waitress's pupils like glass caught in the light.

The server's gaze smoothed into something glossy and unseeing, like the glass eye of a porcelain doll.

Guard held her breath as the server turned around, walking in even strides back into the main dining room. She shut the balcony door just as she was compelled. The lock clicked into place.

And they were alone again.

Villain plucked up a piece of shrimp by the tail and dipped it into the cocktail sauce, offering it up against Guard's lips. His eyes gleamed for an entirely different reason than that of the server he'd just manipulated.

Guard shot him a glare and considered biting his fingers. That, at least, might wipe the smug grin off of his face.

She had to admit, privately, that victory suited him. He wore it like a crown that could only ever be his, and walked through the city as though it were his to bend; the seas his to part.

Without the power-suppressing cuffs, those damned handcuffs, it was.

And he was gleefully, brazenly aware.

She shouldn't have found it--him--so enticing.

Villain smiled. "Do have a taste, doll. You'll grow hungry if you don't."

Guard's breath caught, the draw of Villain's sway brushing over her like a caress. Restrained enough not to force her to do anything. Strong enough to promise the possibility.

Locking eyes with the villain, Guard leaned forward, taking the meat of the shrimp between her teeth. She leaned back again, chewing slowly.

Who was she to turn down a luxurious meal? The alternative--should she not have been currently held hostage--was a cup of instant noodles or some frozen mashed potatoes growing moldy in the freezer.

Villain's smile grew delighted in the way that was uniquely him. Sharp and teasing at the corners, like she'd only seen it be when addressing her. He tossed the discarded tail of the shrimp over the railing behind them.

"That's littering," Guard murmured, mouth still full.

Villain spread his arms wide. "Arrest me."

Guard's gaze flicked heavenward, then away from the criminal entirely, snatching a different overpriced hors d'oeuvre from the tray and taking a bite.

It was delicious, in a slightly pretentious rich people food kind of way.

Guard looked out at the city lights to avoid Villain's satisfied smirk. They glittered beneath the haze of sunken clouds.

The cool night air was soothing. A welcome reprieve from the stale and oppressive warmth of Hero's prison. Villain's quarters were the deepest in the compound, buried underground and encompassed by 10-foot thick walls of cement on every side.

She finally glanced over at him--the monster of her ward--the whisper in the nighttime.

Still smiling at her.

Cocky, sure. But not with the air that she was something to conquer. A toy to wind up and let go and go until it no longer worked.

He looked at her as if she--the warden to his cage--the gridlock to his freedom...as if she were something to earn.

Guard smoothed her hands over the fabric of the silk dress she was wearing, a dusty-rose skirt spilling all the way to the floor. Surprisingly, Villain hadn't chosen something overly-revealing or flashy just to prove that he could. He'd invented something that suited her style--if one could imagine a dress suiting her preference for literal suits of armor.

Somehow, it did.

The Villain across from her was in a black suit and red tie.

Reality had rewritten itself just as he commanded it to, the changes he divined materializing in a hazy instant.

"I cleaned up for the lady, fresh shaven and dressed in something far more suitable for the occasion," Villain had said, the night around him thickening with the swell of power."The lady shall be dressed in something deserving of a five-star meal; something comfortable. I do hate the itch of cheap clothing, don't you?"

Villain was a reality-shifter. Time and matter and all that existed were putty in his hands.

It had been best explained to her that in an infinite number of universes with infinite possibilities, Villain could reach out and grasp the pieces he preferred from those limitless timelines and steal them, dragging them here for the patchwork reality of his own.

Like scooping up stars and pinning them to a corkboard.

He could will the sun to stop burning if he wanted it to.

"Why am I here?" Guard asked. "I freed you, you don't need me for anything more.

Villain's brow furrowed, lowering the glass of red wine he'd been sipping. "Doll. Lover. Sweet guard of mine," he purred, "isn't it clear enough? I fancy you. I offered you dinner. And you didn't say no."

Guard stared at him, fist tight around her bundled-up silverware.

She was struck with the realization that she hadn't fought him at all since unlocking those cuffs. No last-minute attempts to turn the tables around. No quick jab to the ribs for good measure, even if it cost her her life. She was Hero's number one for a reason.

A sharp twinge twisted her insides. She clenched her teeth hard enough to feel her jaw stiffen. "You compelled me to--"

"I did not."

"You might as well have," she snapped, blurting before her brain could caution her words.

The master criminal properly glowed at that, grin lighting up his face. "How lovely to know you're so charmed by me, doll."

Guard's face burned. "Stop it."

Villain reached out to rest both hands atop Guard's own, leaning over the table as if they were conspiring together.

Maybe, she thought distantly, they were.

He spoke again, voice low. Velvet against her ears, yet void of any magic.

"Haven't you ever considered what Hero must think of you to leave you in musty dungeons to guard monsters like me? How disposable he must regard his righthand?"

"Hero trusts me more than anyone."

"He trusts you to die defending him and his kind."

Guard pushed back from the table, standing up. "You think I won't?" she snapped.

Villain's expression eased into that subtly fond one, the one he held just for her. "Oh, love. I know you would. That's why he doesn't deserve you. Friends don't expect friends to carry the fate of the world on their back. They don't brag of loyalty as something to be leashed."

Guard stared again, frozen in step.

Villain clinked their glasses together in toast, taking another sip. His eyes remain fixed on hers.

"You may leave if you wish, Guard, I told you from the beginning. You have a choice in this."

The night was quiet again. Peaceful. Demanding nothing of her at all.

Guard took a deep breath.

And sat back down.

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 39)

"Murder Motel"

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The flight to Rockingham, NC on Thursday evening was smooth. There was a problem with the booking of their rooms though and they all ended up at some creepy motel called the Sunrise Inn.

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Colson's complaining about the room as Luna laughs, pulling things out of her bag. She lights a few candles, throws scarves over the lamp shades and a soft blanket onto the bed. She cracks him a beer. Taking it from her, he notices how she's changed the ambiance of the room. Cracking her own beer, she stands on the bed, pulling him to her by his shirt. "C'mon Bunny, Murder Motel's not too bad."

"Murder Motel?" He laughs as she clinks her beer against his before kissing him deeply.

"She's Fucking amazing." He muses, kissing her back happily.

"Where's your guitar?" I wanna show you something." She kisses him long on the lips before jumping off the bed. Colson always has an acoustic with him. She finds it easily.

He sits on the bed with her while she tunes it. Facing each other, legs crossed Indian style. She smiles at him when she looks up. "Alright, it's just something I'm fucking around with, I'm pretty sure it's a chorus to something, if anything." She says suddenly shy. He watches her cheeks flush as he swigs his beer and she begins to strum.

🎶He said//Kitten I think//You should leave//Come to California be//A freak//Like me// Too//Screw your anonymity//Loving me//Is all you need//To feel//What we do🎶

🎶We can//Slow dance//To rock music//Kiss//While we do it//Talk//Till we both turn//Blue🎶

Colson feels his dick harden as her voice slides over the lyrics. "She's singing about the night we met."

🎶He said Kitten//I think you should leave//Come back//To California//To me//Be a freak//Like you're//Meant too🎶

She giggles as she finishes. What do you think?" She asks reaching for a joint. He takes the guitar from her.

🎶Moon reflecting//Off your thighs//You're my only Ride or Die🎶 He throws out, playing her melody.

"Ahh!" She shrieks happily, jumping on the bed, hitting the joint.

"Where you think you're going?" He laughs pulling for her. She playfully shrieks again, jumping off the bed. Grabbing her beer. Both laughing, he chases after her, around the room, across the couch, strumming the guitar at her like a playful weapon. Throwing out random lyrics 🎶Smile bright//Eyes//Brillant Blue//I Wanna//Fuck the shit//Outta you🎶

Laughing too hard, she stumbles trying to make it across the bed, where he catches her. Setting the guitar on the floor, he pounces on her, she tries to wiggle away as he pins her down. Kissing her rapidly all over her face and neck. Still laughing, she wraps her legs around his waist, accepting the attack with smiles.

After a minute, he puts both hands on the sides of her face, brushing her hair away. "I missed you." He says lovingly, looking into her eyes.

Smiling, she says "Me too." Throwing her arms around him, kissing him passionately. Passion quickly turns to hunger as they sloppily kiss each other all over.

Colson doesn't even bother with her shoulder. He rips her plain white T wide open, revealing her perky breasts dressed in a black lace bra.

Luna lips are plump and full for him as he buries his face in her tits. She unhooks her bra for his eager mouth to reach her nipples. He nibbles at their piercings as she pulls at his shirt. He lifts up to take it off as she unbuckles his pants. She slides her jeans and panties off as he kicks his off too.

Biting the scorpion tattoo on her stomach, he moves down, nipping the insides of both of her thighs. He chuckles as she jerks on the bed from his teeth.

He then throws her legs over his shoulders before opening his tongue wide. Running it from the bottom of her pussy to the top. Sliding it in between her folds until he hits her clit. She arches her back, moaning as he swirls his tongue around it, sucking firmly on her pussy. She bucks against his face when he pushes his middle finger inside of her.

"OH FUUUCCCKK, BUNNY!" She cries out. Pulling his head up to her by his hair.

Dick raging, he kisses her body as she drags him up to her mouth. "Who's pussy is it?" He dares her.

"MMMMM...Your pussy." She moans to him as he guides himself inside of her. He pushes in deep. Staying there for a moment, enjoying her body quivering around his cock. "Welcome home, Bunny." She purrs into his ear.

"Oh, KITTEN." He moans. Thrusting hard he pins her right arm above her head, careful but still annoyed by her shoulder. He drags his free thumb across her wet, red stained mouth, she licks it with her tongue, pulling out into her mouth. This makes him throb as her walls clench around him in pleasure, shifting her hips, pushing him harder into her. Both fucking the other, hard, fast and hungry. As he puts his hand around her throat, she bucks fiercely.

"Not yet." He warns her. She can't control herself though, cummimg all over him. Feeling her shake and tight pussy pulsate, he can't either. Exploding before gently collapsing on her. Both breathing hard. They lay together, catching their breath, kissing parts of the others body that their mouth can reach with only slight movement.

Slightly floating off, Colson startles Luna when he pops up suddenly. "Wanna get real weird in Murder Motel?" He asks with a devilish smile.

"Always." She responds amused.

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His weird is actually really sweet. He takes the candles into the bathroom and draws a bath. Before climbing in, they both bump two 30s, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, cigarettes and joints.

Sitting across from each other sharing a joint in the tiny tub, she asks him why he wanted to take a bath. "I don't know." He says, feeling the warmth of the perc kick in. "Because it reminded me of being poor and I think that's important." He hits the joint. "Plus, I've never sat in the tub with someone I love before. So, get the fuck over here!"

"You loooove me." She teases. They laugh at each other, slashing water out of the tub as he spins her around, pulling her back into his chest. He brings the joint to her lips as they lay together in the warm water. Bodies tingling from love and drugs.

"So, tell me. Why'd you hit Phem?" He lazily asks her.

Luna's high. Giggling, she puts her hands in her face. "I dont knowwwww." Colson laughs at her, handing her the bottle. "I do, I do." She says after hitting the bottle, still giggling. "I know why... It was her attitude towards Us and the ludicrous thought that you could control me." They laugh together hard. The joints out.

"No one can fucking control you, Looney Tunes." They both can't stop giggling. Both high as fuck.

She perks up. "Oh!" Cranking her neck around to kiss him. "That's a new one. I like it." She tells him as she settles back into his chest. She lights a Newport. "My turn. Why was she hanging on you like that?" She leans back, lifting the cigarette to his mouth.

She feels him take a solid drag from under her. "Honestly... Bad judgment and bad timing." He says exhaling "She had only walked up on me, like, RIGHT before you did. I said something like, 'Can you not.' and went back to my conversation with Dave, thinking she'd catch the hint."

They pass the Newport back and forth until it's out. "Some bitches are like feral cats, Bunny. You gotta shake 'em the fuck of you immediately." He chuckles at her metaphor, knowing she's right.

"I'm sorry." He tells her, kissing her on her neck. She can feel his sincerity flowing from his body.

"I know." She assures him. "We both play different roles in our lives. How we interact with our co-workers and ex-lovers shouldn't be the same as how we do with our fans or each other. You know?"

"I do." He agrees. Kissing her now on her warm cheek.

"Anyone else I should know about?" She asks. Colson hesitates. "All in, Bunny." She reminds him.

"There's a girl Bleta. Before I met you, we'd been fucking around on and off for the last couple of years. She wasn't happy when I texted her the day after my party telling her I was with someone now."

"The DAY after?" She teases him.

"Fuck, yeah. I knew you were mine the moment I kissed you." He says cockily.

She spins to face him. Legs bent along his sides, sitting in his lap. Her arms wrapped around his neck and a smile, huge on her face. She asks "Really?"

He touches the Tiffany's necklace he'd given her while looking into her eyes. "Luna, I loved you for 10yrs before I even knew your name." He pulls her into him for a deep meaningful kiss. The kiss moves to each other's faces and necks. Touches amplified by a million from the 30s. Sucking and kissing on one another. She feels her body rush and heat up as his dick grows under her. Moving her arms from around him, she lifts herself up and works him into her slowly, shifting her body and hips. Once in, she rides him steady to his pleasure. Kissing, whispering, giggling and cumming with each other as they lose most of their water in the tub at the Murder Motel.

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To be continued......