#i like big buff men turning into subs

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

DJANGO

Choi San x fem reader x Jung Wooyoung (heavy hints at ot8)

a/n: nobody talk to me nobody touch me nobody look at me i'm loosing my mind over this comeback you don't even understand

"Ain't nobody mess with Django, call me Django." -ATEEZ

✫彡wordcount: 5.5k (sorry?!?)

(>ᴗ•) genre: smut w/plot

ಠ_ಠwarnings/content: violence and injuries, dystopian/lore universe, lots of cussing, angst, poly relationship, brief mention of drinking as coping, extreme pda LMAO, woo is a bit of a little shit in the first half, dry humping, making out(lots of it), also lots of pet names, multiple rounds, threesome, light choking&degrading, snowballing, oral, boobjob, dp, overstim, teasing, orgasm control, praise kink teehee, dom san/sub woo/switch-sub reader, m x m, unprotected( don't do that🗣️), NOT EDITED

taglist: @calicanbeevil @pansies-garden @kissezfornamjoon @wisejudgedragonhairdo

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

The van shook as another vehicle passed, making San groan as you fell down onto him.

"I'm sorry, Baby," you cooed softly, kissing the bruise on his collarbone that you had unintentionally fallen onto. The soaked rag that you cleaned him with was handed back to you from its fallen place on the shag carpet by Wooyoung with a soft laugh.

"You baby him too much, he's a big boy," he claps his hand onto his shoulder, making him groan again- glaring at the younger man, "right, Champ?"

"I'll beat your ass, Woo."

"Oh, I bet you will, you beat up that scrawny little guy too!" He cackles, clapping and leaning away as San swipes at him tiredly.

"He was faster than I expected!"

"You two knock it off," you sigh exasperatedly as you wipe the grime from his swollen pec, rolling your eyes at your boyfriends bickering. Being stuck in such a small space had taken a toll on the three of yours relationship- especially the two men. They were at each other throats more often than not-even it was playfully. "I'll blow our cover just to tell Hongjoong."

"You wouldn't..." Wooyoung eyes you suspiciously as you smirk. "You wouldn't!"

"I will if you two don't give me a second of peace." You cock your brow at him, tossing the rag into the pile that is your dirty laundry, silently cursing yourself for choosing to hide out with them instead of with Yunho and Jongho in their shop. They even had a cool talking bird.

You place a gentle kiss to Sans eye, a healing bruise almost faded under your lips. "Stop getting hit in the face, yeah?"

"Yeah, I'll politely tell my opponents that my girlfriend likes her boys pretty~" he rolls his eyes and whines as your body heat leaves his sore body.

"So what if I do, pretty boys happen to be my type!" You shrug and crawl off of the spent man, over to the other side and into Wooyoungs lap.

He smirks at his boyfriend cockily as you rest your head on his shoulder, "that's why she's cuddling me right n-ow!" His smirk turns to a pout as you flick his chest.

"Can you two manage a peace treaty while I get some shut eye? It's four hours drive to the next town and it's my turn to drive in the morning."

"Of course, Darling." They chime together, silently scowling at one another but keeping quiet as you close your eyes.

--

     "Wakey, wakey," you shake the buff man softly, safely parked in the back alley of the abandoned building. Wooyoung stood just outside of the open van doors, abs on display as he changed into a better looking shirt.

      "Yah, wake up!"

   You glare at him as he startles San awake, who holds you close protectively in his delirium, still scared of the run in you had experienced with HalaTeez months ago. No matter how much he swears to the lot of you that he doesn't feel guilty, the way his eyes sadden when he focuses on the scar over your left brow for too long gives it away. Hala-San, as you call him to real-Sans dismay, had tricked you all too well and after that... you couldn't look at the real, loving, caring San for weeks. You had to split off with Mingi and frequented a bar, drinking away any memory of Hala-Sans torment until Hongjoong found you and picked up the pieces when the bottle ran empty.

     "You dick," San rasps as he rubs your sides, his gentle touch a contrast to the way he gives his cackling boyfriend the stink eye.

    "Rise and shine, Sannie~" he teases, buttoning up his shirt and soothing his long hair down, "time to get your ass whopped again."

     "Oh, like you'd do any better! You'd be demolished!"

     You let out a sigh and slide out of the van, soothing your dress- which in reality is Jongho's shirt with a belt around your waist. "I'll be signing in." You speak shortly before wondering off, leaving them fighting more than ever over how they upset you.

    San insists it's all Wooyoungs fault for being such a whiny shit.

    Wooyoung is adamant that San is at fault for hogging all of your attention.

     They go back and forth for a while until a Strickland patrol vechile speeds by, spooking the both of them into the building.

     Wooyoung immediately wraps his arms around your waist as they find you bent over signing Sans pseudonym, DJANGO, into the fighting brackets. San is busy eyeing everyone around you, both in suspicion of Halateez and Strickland and simply to scope out his potential competition.

     "Entry fee is three k," the woman on the other side of the pop-up table looks as if she's ready to kick your trio out in a single breath when you don't provide the money, eyeing up Sans messy tank top and your days old makeup with distain.

    "That's it?" You pout, tutting your tongue as you turn away from the rude woman, sighing dramatically as you dig into Wooyoungs pockets, grabbing hold of multiple tightly rolled wads of money.

    Both of them smirk at your antics, so clearly eager to prove this stranger wrong about her preconceived notions about you and your lovers as you count the wads, dropping a few down before skipping past her with a wave.

      The crowded arena does nothing for Sans anxiety, his eyes scanning at a million miles an hour as he keeps a possessive hand on the small of your back. Wooyoung has similar feelings as he drapes his arm over your shoulders in a way that clearly shouts, 'don't touch' to anyone who looks your way. You feel much safer on the other hand, both of your boyfriends touching you at once for the first time in what feels like ages, both ready to toss themselves infront of danger if it presents itself.

You all squeeze your way to the front, right up to the edge of the ring, where a fight is already taking place, one of the men nearly teasing the other with the way he bounces around on his tip-toes, not letting the other get a single touch in.

"She said not many fighters showed up," you practically have to yell for the men to hear you, "Strickland cracking down again!" You explain loudly, rubbing Sans lower back in an attempt to comfort his nerves as he stretches his wrists. Wooyoung has split off to make bets with other players, making sure to stick out like a sore thumb with his flashy shirt. "Might have to find a new income soon if they don't back off!"

He sighs, rolling his head back and stretching his neck out, letting you admire the freckles on his skin that he knows you love.

As the quick moving fighter finally wears out his opponent, he gets sloppy, and he starts getting hits in. You slide behind San and hide your face in his back, wrapping your arms around his waist and stroking his stomach softly. "I hate that you have to do this!"

He holds his hands over your own and rubs his thumbs over your skin, watching the man who will clearly be his opponent wailing on the other man.

"Got nine grand riding on you tonight, Babe," Wooyoung slides back into the conversation, cupping the back of Sans neck.

Although they had their on and off moments, he would always be in tune to his emotions and try to calm him. And trying to keep the peace was even more worth it when you were around. Usually, they had Yeosang as a voice of reason but he was off with Seonghwa doing God-knows what in preparation for your next mission.

Being apart was straining and stressful for every last one of you. But groups larger than three were banned by Hongjoong after four of you had caught Halateez's attention a few months back. He didn't want to risk it again and he certainly didn't want to risk a group of nine most wanted outlaws being together. The combined reward for your captures was the largest amount of money you had ever read. You weren't sure how to even pronounce it.

It was almost an entire year of being in hiding.

You didn't know how much more you could take.

    "- DJANGO!!" The name catches your attention over the blaring speaker. How was he up so early? You peek around San and see the fast man catching his breath in the opposite corner. Blood being wiped up and a limp body being carried out.

     "We can always find a new way to get money," you scream to San as he rolls out his stiff shoulders, whining as Wooyoung pulls you away gently. "Seriously, Sannie!"

    "He'll be okay, Darling," Wooyoungs chaste kiss to your head does nothing to calm your raging nerves as San bends down and slides into the ring. You pull away in a hurry and hop up on the ledge, grabbing his top over the ropes.

      "Forgot something?" You lean your torso over and immediately take San into a heated kiss, his calloused hands cupping your face firmly and pulling you close. People all around whistle and call loudly, a blush creeping up Wooyoung neck as he watches your lips meld together.

It been almost a year on the run. Almost five months since any of the three of you have touched one another in an intimate, primal way.

He doesn't know how much longer he can take it. When you crawled into his lap earlier he nearly took you right there.

You always do something after a needy kiss that makes every single one of them feral.

You lick up Sans lips to his cheekbone and moan.

   People start nearly howling, and his opponent looks antsy.

"Fuck him up, Baby," you cup his chin in your hand as you block out the world around you for a moment and take one last good look at him before you know you'll go away during his fights. You can't bring yourself to watch no matter how long he's been fighting. But that doesn't mean you won't hype him up while you can.

      You slap his shoulder softly, making sure to make it look harder than it was in reality before giving his fist a gentle kiss.

     "Fuck him up," you repeated before hopping down.

--

The van door opening makes your head snap, setting away the headphones that play Yeosangs violin melody.

"Hey, how'd ev-"

San jumps on you before you can finish greeting them properly, kissing you deeply and feeling you up like it's the first time he's ever touched you. The clotted blood on his lip doesn't discourage either of you, the pain only stirs him on as Wooyoung climbs in and slams the doors shut behind him.

The dull thud of the duffel bag he drops makes you look over, San letting you breath and nipping at your neck and jaw instead. "Holy shit, Baby, you won?!"

"Fuck yeah, I did, Beautiful," he moans breathlessly, holding himself up above you to speak with a sultry purr, "let me spoil you." He looks over to Wooyoung lustfully. "Both. Let me spoil you both."

Wooyoung smiles at him. Genuinely. For the first time in weeks.

    If there's one thing that makes him weak it's being spoiled by his lovers. So when San lifts you up and settles you in his lap and climbs into the drivers seat, he doesn't complain: he simply dives into your lips like a man starved.

     And he is, lips suctioned onto yours so deeply and passionately that neither of you notice as the van lurches to life and begins speeding away. You fall to the floor ontop of him and hold him tightly. Like he's an illusion that will disappear like smoke if you let go.

     He body feels so right on yours. Clinged together on the shag floor. Melting together. The outside world and all of its problems fading away as his hands wander your body.

       How you've managed to keep your hands off one another for this long is a world's greatest mystery.

       "Fuck," he moans as you lap at his lips, his hands sliding up the edge of your dress and cupping the round of your ass. "Fuck, Princess, please," he whines.

       You can hear the smirk in the way San chuckles from the front seat, but it doesn't stop him from speeding up. He loves how whiney Wooyoung gets just as much as you do.

     You clumsily undo his bottoms and pull them down just enough to press your heat to his growing bulge. The thin layers of cloth separating you doesn't stop the feral groan that he lets out, holding your hips with a bruising force as he grinds up into you. If anything, the soft fabric pressing into your clit with each of his uncoordinated thrusts makes it feel more euphoric.

     "Oh, God~"

    The soft moans you let out have Wooyoung rock hard and San palming himself. "Ffffuck, Baby," you groan, hugging his neck tightly as his hips buck below you.

      Everyone got the 'Babyyy' treatment when they were good or needed a pick me up. The way it rolled off of your tongue was like a drug to them. Even more so when it's so deep and passionate. Even more so when their cock is pressing against you.

     Sans eager left turn has the both of you rolling on the floor, laughing as he apologizes loudly from the driver seat. "Sorry, continue!"

     "You heard the man," you laugh from below Wooyoung, "continue."

      And he does, burying his face in your neck and biting and licking and sucking as he rubs his bulge against you like it's the last human touch he'll ever experience. "M'cum," your moan has him rolling into you with a new purpose in life, nearly growling as he holds himself back from painting his underwear white, "shit, Youngie!" You wrap your legs around his waist tightly as you release, shivering and shaking with your jaw slack.

      He isn't far behind by even a second, his gut clenching as he turns his bottoms sticky with his own pleasure, panting into your ear as he continues to roll into you, drawing out your euphoria and making you mewl out, clawing at his scalp.

      In your bliss, you fail to notice that Sans parked outside of a double story motel and ran out with a wad of cash, clearly in a hurry.

Yours hands are wrapped in each others hair, breathing deeply with your foreheads pressed together, almost as it trying to meld your souls together with passion.

    The doors behind the both of you open and flood you in the neon light of the motel signs, and you peek around Wooyoungs frame as he falls over you protectively from what he thinks is prying eyes. "Sannie~" you call, making Wooyoung relax ontop of you.

       "You alive, Foxy?" San teases as he climbs in and crawls to you both.

     "Mhm," he moans into your jaw, "very alive." He gasps as San pulls him away from you by his neck, taking him in a feverish kiss as you watch on in awe. You can tell San his slipping his tongue into Wooyoungs mouth by the way he holds his jaw open, the way Wooyoung grinds his bulge back into you.

     "Youngie, Baby," you whine as he rolls his self into your swollen clit, but it only makes him go faster, his hands finding purchase on Sans waist. "Ah s-" You writhe below him, stopped when one of Sans hands comes and holds you in place by pressing on your stomach: all the while he never opens his eyes or pulls away from your boyfriend. "Fuck, please don't tease!"

He chuckles into his lips, gently stroking his neck. "C'mon, I got us a room for a few days."

Wooyoung begrudgingly slides out of the van, gathering your few bags and bouncing in anticipation as he fixes his pants to the best of his ability. San scoops you up to his chest and you cling to him like a koala bear, kissing all over his face as he carries you up the stairs and down the balcony hall.

Wooyoung drops the bags at the entrance of the room and immediately goes to investigate the single bedded room and bathroom before urging San in, latching the door shut behind him.

You're dropped to the bed and bounce with a soft laugh, opening your legs wide to fit Sans large frame as he slots himself between them. Wooyoung slides next to you and is immediately latched onto your neck as he unbuttons your dress.

"Ah fuck," you mewl out, cradling his head close as your head spins, San slipping off your panties and shimmying down. He holds your thighs apart as he licks a slow, deep stripe up your soaking heat, reveling in the way you moan for him. He wastes no time diving in and eating you out like it's his last meal. His tongue flicking and swiping against every inch it can reach. His nose pressed against your clit as his head bobs.

You're lost in the pleasure between your legs so much so that you don't notice that you and Wooyoung are both naked until he climbs onto your stomach, his hot member gliding between your breasts. Despite how long it's been, your body has its muscle memory from how often you two would do this.

You cup your breasts and push them together, encasing his length in the soft flesh as he grips the headboard roughly, the tip of his cock leaking on the base of your collar bones.

It's hard to appreciate just how beautiful he is while San is ravaging your cunt with his tongue, but you manage. Looking up with blown irises, he's so pretty. His long hair softly framing his face, bouncing with each of his rough, slow thrusts against your supple skin. His swollen lips parted with moans. Toned abs expanding and constricting as he heaves.

"Foxy," you whisper out, catching his eyes with a deep blush on both of your cheeks, "so pretty, Baby."

He curses loudly and reaches one hand down, cradling your face so gently in comparison to how he fucks your tits. "My woman."

The words make your eyes roll back, a wave of your arousal coating Sans tongue as you cum, gripping your breasts tightly and whimpering out as the sensations continue well past your peak.

      Wooyoung wills himself to hold back from cumming until he's told, and San holds himself back as he laps up your juices-grinding his hardness onto the bed slowly. Both of your moans are a magic melody to him, and he can't help but crave more. He pulls away and joins Wooyoung over top of you, wrapping his arms around the younger man and spooking him. He slides his hands up his naked torso teasingly slow, grinding on his backside.

"Shit, Babe," he groans, tossing his head back on his shoulder and simultaneously trying to bury his cock in your warm skin and grind back on San's bulge. "Fuck, I ne-"

"Cum, Youngie." The command from the both of you at the same time has him painting your collarbones and neck in a millisecond flat, jaw slack as San continues to stroke him even as his hips stop.

"Fuck, fuck, please, oh my God," he stirs back to life from his void of pleasure as you bend your neck and lick his sensitive tip. He tries to back away only to bump right into Sans girth on his bare backside. "Oh God~"

        "Need a breather, Sexy?" San coos as he slowly moves Wooyoung off of you, already knowing that he can't cum back to back. He needs at least five minutes at that's all San needs to get you ready for what's about to come.

        Wooyoung comes crawling back into you, lapping up his own seed with a quiet moan as San slides down your body and hooks your legs over his hips. "Ready, Darling?"

      "Yes, holy fuck am I ready, please give it to me," you babble on, only silenced as he inches into your sopping core. He's by far the girthiest man you've even been with. And the stretch always feels so delicious.

       Wooyoung takes advantage as your jaw falls open, leaning over you to drip all of his release into your mouth. The moans and whimpers of pleasure are unstoppable as you swallow all of it down eagerly, hands wrapped up in his hair and pulling him impossibly close. His body follows his head, almost snuggling you as he presses his body flush to your side, one leg hooked over your hips as he grinds his hardening member into your hip.

It's all so warm and welcoming, a familiar and comfortable feeling washing over you along with the overstimulation of your third orgasm building up as San thrusts into you with a steady slow pace. "Fuck," you moan into Wooyoung, "so big," you whimper as your cunt uncontrollably clenches around him. He swallows up all of your noises as he moves his lips against yours zealously, and sneaky hand rubbing the column of your breasts and up to your neck, simply resting: bouncing with each of Sans increasingly rough thrusts that bounce your body.

  "Take me so well," Sans praise has you leaking onto the blanket, panting like crazy and slapping at Wooyoungs shoulders as he bites at your lips hungrily, "pretty Angel, made just for us, hm?"

       "Mmhmph-" Your affirmative moan turns into a yelp as Wooyoung tightens his hand over your neck.

     Damn them. When they decided to be on the same team they were almost scary at how well the schemed without even speaking a single word. San held your hips in place and drilled into you. Wooyoung assaulting your ear with kisses and bites, squeezing your neck in time with Sans hips.

      "Pretty Angel looks like she wants your cum," Wooyoung teases as you swirl your hips in Sans hold, holding you down securely with his hand pressing your neck into the mattress as he looks down at where you're connected.

      "Mmh, she does," San groans loudly, hips snapping into you needily, "looks like a bitch in heat." His words make both of you moan out, your eyes rolling into your skull for a moment before he buries himself to the hilt and stops.

    "No, no, no, please! I wasn't going to cum, pleaseee, Sannie Baby~!" If there's one thing that gets San off, it's when his lover begs him for permission. When their with someone else- cum as much as you like. But with him? Grovel at his feet and beg him for a release only he can give you. "Fuuuck, shit, please, I need you, fuck me!"

Wooyoung watches you with gazed over eyes, holding you still as you attempt to writhe and get more stimulation. "She wants it's so bad, Babe~" He smirks as San, a look that makes his cock twitch inside of you, You muster up your best begging pout and let go of him, reaching for San's hands that are gripping your hips with a bruising force as he holds himself back until he's satisfied with your begging.

"I want you to make me cum, please, Django?"

    All of the breath is fucked out of your lungs as he pounds into you. Fast and hard and nearly animalistic in the way he buries himself in your sopping heat with a string of curses, his fingers interlacing with yours in a soft intimacy that makes your head fuzzy. You can barely moan, how good it is. But he knows. Wooyoung knows.

    As you finally come to your senses and scream out with your release, the whole district must know how well Django is fucking you.

He stops himself with a deep groan as your walls flutter and clench around him, squeezing your hands to ground your soul to your body as Wooyoung dips his head and laps at your hardened nipples. You squeeze his hands tightly, arched off of the bed in pure ecstasy as he fills you with his warm cum.

San slips his arms under your arched back and holds you close to his chest as he flips the two of you, a squeal of pleasure leaving you as he hits an all new angle. He holds you securely as he looks at Wooyoung, almost silently communicating.

He slips behind you, the feeling of his leaking tip prodding at your stretched hole has you gripping Sans shoulders tightly, rolling your hips back into him. "Oh, fuck, yes yes yes yes y-" Sans lips catch yours and silence you as he ravenously slips his tongue into your mouth and licks at your tongue, feeding on all of your moans as Wooyoung slides in with him.

"So good, my woman," his mind is gone, unaware of how your walls grow slicker with his praise as he slowly sheaths himself into you fully.

He nowhere near as thick as San, but dear lord that man has length to make up for it. The both of them together is making your stomach feel hot, the hair on the back of your neck standing up.

San pulls away panting, his lips swollen and wet with your saliva. "Beautiful Angel," you official feel lightheaded as he cradles your face oh so gently as he moves his hips. Wooyoung follows suit, holding your back and fucking into you ruthlessly, rubbing against Sans girth inside of you like it's his favorite thing to do in the universe and it's about to be ripped away.

All you can do is moan and gasp with them, a melody that your neighbors must be cursing as the headboard bangs into the thin walls.

Your chest is pressed into Sans roughly, faces barely an inch away as you all move together. His hands cupping your cheeks and keeping you upright as your body threatens to give out. "Sannie, please, n'cum," he can just make out your slurs over the panting and slapping of skin in the humid room, the smell of sex already soaking into the air.

His brain is nearly gone as he feels Wooyoungs length twitch against him along with your cunt squeezing mercilessly, only nodding at the both of you for permission as he himself lets his soul float away in a wave of pleasure, squeezing you to himself possessively as he cums inside of you. Wooyoung isn't a moment behind, the second he feels Sans warmth flood you, his is joining. And the feeling of both of them soaking your womb makes you lose yourself, dunked in pleasure.

Wooyoung falls ontop of you, sandwiching you between their body warmth. San reaches around and hugs his arms around both of you, heavy breaths lulling you to sleep.

"Holy shit." Is all that can be said.

--

    The next morning you decide to take advantage of the running water that San must have paid extra for, washing away the grime that stuck to you despite how many bird baths Wooyoung have you on the side of the road.

   San, despite you and Wooyoungs best begging, went off on his own to meet with Hongjoong after he got a call on the prepaid flip phone in the middle of the night.

    Wooyoung noticed you eyeing the bag of dirty laundry when you woke up and immediately offered to go wash them and grab some food for the both of you.

      You're so wrapped up in the welcoming feeling of the warm water pelting your body that you fail to notice the door opening, letting the steam rise to the ceiling of the motel room. You sung one of Jongho's songs sung softly, the sound echoing on the fiberglass and acrylic shower wall.

"Darling?"

You grab the knife you left on the edge and swipe the shower curtain back. "Jesus!" Both of you yell. Wooyoungs hands fly up in a defense position as you aim the knife at him for a moment.

You flip it in your hand and hand it over to him by the handle, visibly relaxing as you see it's only your sneaky boyfriend. "Perv~" You tease before sliding the curtain shut dramatically. You can hear him shuffling around, and the sound of his zipper confirms your suspicions.

     He steps over the tub edge and joins you, hugging you close from behind and kissing your neck gently. "Did you-"

     "Mhm, foods on the bed, Princess." You laugh softly before turning in his arms and hugging his neck loosely.

     "You're the best, you know?"

     "I sure do~"

     He reaches over you and grabs the travel size bottle of shampoo, cursing them silently because he will most definitely have to go get some more from the main desk before your stay is over. He lathers it up in his hands a bit before massaging your hair tenderly. "You miss them, don't you?"

     His question catches you off guard for a moment, wondering just what he means until you realize that he must have heard you singing the song Jongho wrote all those years ago on The Illusion.

     Those times were so much simpler. A group of pirates and the open sea. Beautiful blue water and all the time together that you could ever ask for.

    "Don't you?" The way your eyes glaze over is enough to tell him. You miss them just as much as he does. You wish this would end just as much as he does.

     "It hurts like hell."

     "I know, Baby."

     "I want to kill them."

     Hala-Teez, the Strickland officials? All of them. "Me too, Baby."

     He leans your head back carefully and rinses away the coconut scented soap from your hair gently. "I love you." You speak. Just  above a whisper. But he catches it even over the raining water.

  

     "I love you, Darling. This will all be over soon." He doesn't promise because he knows he can't. He doesn't know how long this situation will last. You could be on the run from Strickland and looking over your shoulders for Hala-Teez until your last breath.

      "Joong will figure something out." You don't promise. Because Hongjoong hasn't. He can't. He won't promise something that he doesn't know he cant follow through with. He could be trying to come up with a plan for decades.

      You stand in silence for a moment as you wash his hair gently before he speaks again, "don't cry, Love."

     "What?"

    When you look up, he's blurry. When did you start crying? How did this happen?

   He closes his eyes and hugs you close with his head under the stream of steaming water.

     After a small cry-session in the shower together, you and Wooyoung curled up in the bed and ate your takeout, watching one of the decade old dvd's on the laptop that Yeosang managed to get to you guys a few weeks ago.

The ban from being together for safety didn't stop small run ins with a familiar looking delivery man. Be it disguised as a food delivery man, a mailman, an exterminator- Yeosang always found a way to travel around the city and deliver small gifts from one member to another along with messages from Hongjoong when the phones were down.

A wave of laughter is cut off by a knock on the door. His hand immediately grabs a small hand gun on the nightstand as he stands, your own going to your knife that's sandwiched between the mattress and bed box as you slam the laptop closed.

      "Delivery!" The voice makes you relax.

    "Fucker," you huff as you jump over the bed and beat Wooyoung to the door and smile at the helmeted man. You can't see him, but you know who it is. "Goody~" You peek out into the halls and spot a few suspicious looking people, so you pretend to slip him some money before taking the box and take one last look as he walks away.

     "Open it," he urges impatiently, nearly knocking you over to get to the pizza box as you set it on the small table.

Ontop of your favorite pizza. A small piece of paper. Sans handwriting.

let's bounce

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[teezersfics]

Money, Revenge & Sex ~ Choi San

“Oh, and my name is San, in case you need to moan.”

♡ EROTICA ATEEZ ♡

Warnings : Pirate-Cowboy!Dom!San, Cowgirl!sub!reader, unprotected sex, little mention of abuse. Plot at the beginning and the end, mostly plot based. Plot-twist(?), no proof read.

Word count : 3.1 k

I hope you like the...........plot?!?!??!? 😬

Sitting at one of the stools at the tavern, you are scanning the crowd, trying to find the most anticipated faces. The Pirate King and His Crew, one of the most deadly pirates to exist in the present world. Who were rumoured to be on the shore of Puerto Escondido, (Mexico), around this week, for a secret mission, and, you suspect, what can it be.

Lord Antonio, the most popular and wealthy dealer of South Mexico, asked ATEEZ, a Pirate group consisting of the most deadliest crew in this world, for help, to gain power over the southern ports of Mexico. He asked for this favour some years ago. By providing some of the best types of products from all over the world to Mexico, by eliminating all the cunning Mayor's of the towns alongside the southern coast, to bring him the control of those towns. Initially, Antonio's intention of gaining the power was to provide good amenities to the people of the coast, avoid them from facing assaults and loots from other pirates, etc.

But, as time passed, Antonio grew greedy for more and more money. He started keeping all the money eventually, growing his domination over the ports and trades happening in South Mexico. When the news reached the Government, they sent the Navy to gain back control, and execute Antonio. But, with all the power he had, he fooled the Navy, and killed many Navy officers. He crushed all of the attempts of the Navy and the government.

There was a deal, happened between ATEEZ and Antonio, that whenever ATEEZ pays a visit to Mexico, Antonio will pay them 1/4th of the profit he gained every month. But, he broke the deal, only paying for the first two months, later on he pretended to be busy, to have gone somewhere, tried to hide and what not. When ATEEZ heard all the news about how much Antonio has turned the tables with his promises and declarations, and how much serious crimes he committed, that he had a big bounty on his head and also an execution order.

It's been two years since Antonio has been deceiving many, including ATEEZ. Because of non-frequent visits at Mexico, it was not possible to carry out the execution mission of Antonio sooner, but now was the time. And that is why they are here, in the Tavern, disguised as some of the local Mexican men, so that to fool Antonio's men from recognising them. Well, this plan was secret, but one of the men of Antonio, sailing in sea for fishing, saw Destiny(ATEEZ's ship) from far, letting their men know that ATEEZ were here.

The vibe of the tavern party, is something that you adore with your heart. The whole tavern is filled with melodic voices of Vihuela, Accordion, Trumpet, and other instruments. People having glasses of tequila and beer in their hands above their heads, bodies grooving to the music, the dim lighting in the Tavern coming from few of the candles and oil lamps here and there. But, your eyes are trained on one particular person.

A man, buff, wearing only a piece of black jacket, with fringes attached to it, flowing independently on his torso, studs decorating the linings of the jacket. The jacket, doing bare minimum to hide his upper body. You wonder why did he even wore the jacket for? Wearing tight leather pants underneath, a Black cowboy hat on his head, completing his look. A black scarf around his neck and mouth, making it hard for everyone to see his face. But, the way his eyes are just so inviting, so captivating. It's like a Maelstrom is sucking a ship inside of it, and the crew can do nothing but see helplessly, getting sucked in. Especially, his TITS. More distracting than his eyes. The way his fringe jacket is doing nothing to cover his chest. As if he is just showing, he ‘tried’ to cover up, but well…….

The fact that you can actually tell he is Pirate. As a dealer yourself, you've had quite the experience dealing with pirates. And, pirates can be easily recognised by the sword wounds, types of tattoos, their build, rough-torn hands scratched by the splinters of the heavy ropes that they heave, and more other things.

Basically, you figured it out that pirates are already here, blending in with the crowd, wearing Mexican costumes and accessories to blend in with the crowd, mostly covering their faces. The way they are swaying to the music, as if they are pre celebrating their revenge victory over Antonio.

As, they are grooving to the music, you can't help but continuously scan him, the way his body moves to the music, the way his muscles flexes when he raise his hands up in joy. You can't help but feel the need to touch that body of his. Also, the tequila you had, slowly has started to kick in your nerves, making your grow more bolder and risk everything just to have a chance with him. Chugging down the last sip of your tequila, you join the dance.

Without wasting time, you get straight to the point, dancing a little too close to him, almost all over him. But in a way your back facing him. It doesn't takes long for him to study your moves and spins you around by your arm almost making you collide with his chest, his hands goes straight to your lower back, holding you while without wasting time your hands are on his chest, finally feeling the contours of his buff chest. So round and heavy in your hands that you forget dancing for a moment. But his hands on your back, helps you get back to the beat, moving you along the music. Without anything else in your mind, you start dancing, moving your body along with him. It was as if you were not following the rhythm, but you were following him, following the way his body moved.

Your hands were all over his torso, but not for much. Your hands were itching to go lower and sooner you were tugging on his pants and belt. Caressing his upper thighs. He got the hint and finally he spoke, mouth over your ear, even though he was wearing mask, you could still feel the warmth.

“Tu nombre, bonita?” (your name, pretty?) He asked.

It was quiet funny because he was purposefully speaking in Spanish to keep his disguise on. But, you just laugh at it.

“You are good at Spanish.”

His brows are furrowed, not quiet getting what you meant.

“Ofcourse, because I live here!”

You roll your eyes, you get that they have a mission, but it's still funny for you. Also, letting him know that you know him is dangerous move, because he is Pirate after all, he can kill you right away if you slip.

Eventually, his hands starts getting lower, now on your hips. Your bodies a literally pressed together. Oh, how bad you wanna take that scarf off his face. He literally smelled like tequila, some intoxicating herb, and sweat. He was taking over your mind.

‘If I don't get fucked by thus man right now, I might go more Feral.’ Thus was your thought process at the moment and you unknowingly grind forward on him. It was as if your body decided to do it on it's own. Not sure if he'd like it or not, String of ‘Sorry's’ come out of your mouth. But, his grip remains firm on you.

Rather, he buries his head in crook of your neck. He whispered,

“Seems like, you will make me do, what I am not supposed to right now.”

Goosebumps all over your body, you exactly knows what he means. But, you want him to do, exactly what he is not supposed to. So, you swirl your hands more on hiUs body, especially his tits, and you feel how his nippels perks up in some seconds. It's the limit for him.

Holding your wrist he drags out out of party. One of his men see him, stopping him to whisper something in his ear.

“What are you doing? It's not the time.” He says.

“Don't worry, I'll be right back.” He assures the other man with a wink.

He takes you to one of the storage rooms, at the back of the Tavern.

As soon as he closes the door, he wastes no time in pinning you to the door, taking his scarf off and kissing you. Open mouth from the start, he was so desperate to have his mouth on you. So rough that, you were constantly falling out of breathe. His both hands cupping your cheeks, shoving his head in yours. Tongues inside each others mouths. But you pull him away because you didn't get the chance to see him properly.

You were already drowned in his eyes, but now that you see his full face you are mesmerised. You are seeing such a handsome pirate for the first time. The moles on his face, sharp features, the scar on his lips is like the cherry on top. (Imagine Toji's scar)

You don't wait to kiss the scar on his lips, slowly, licking it, he is surprised but soon takes control, biting on your lower lip again and again, now hands on your hips, massaging them, which brings out a moan from you.

“Fuck, your moans are so pretty. Can't wait to hear you moan my name.”

“Then tell me what's your name.” You cock an eyebrow at him. But, it can't beat the perfect smirk on his face.

He drags you to one of the tables in the room, bending you immediately. His hands work on your long skirt, pulling it down along with your panties. You are shocked by his speed. You wanted to get fucked so badly, but he was more into this business than you. While at the same time you removed your shirt. But, as his hand comes to your clit, a long sigh leaves your mouth. Making your legs shiver. It's been a long, very long time. He rubs on your clit, later getting to your folds. He is surprised.

“Oh look, how wet you are already.” You can hear the squelching sound from his rubbing on your folds. But, your legs are not wide enough for him. So he spreads your legs with his own, making your entrance easier for access.

“Hmm, that's more like it.”

He enters one of his finger in your hole, getting a yelp from you. His finger just continues to enter you more and more. You saw his fingers were long, but they feel longer inside you. When he starts thrusting his single finger inside you, it's already numbing your head. You lay your head on the table, cheek flat on the surface.

“Oh fuck-” is all you can say.

“It's just the start, bonita.” He says sliding in another finger. You moan, the feeling is too amazing that you bang your fist on the table. You back was arching, giving him the best angle. He comes down to reach your ear.

“You are a mess, just on my finger. What will happen when you take my dick?” He chuckles right over your ear, sending goosebumps right to your pussy. But, it was a mind blowing feeling when he started scissoring inside of you, as if your pussy would explode anytime with pleasure.

You can hear the sound of the shuffling, he unbuckles his pants, removing them halfway down. Palming his cock through his boxers, he throws his head back, with the thought that next minute his cock will be inside you. He is getting you ready to take him, thrusting his fingers harder on you. It almost feels as if you'd come on his fingers already. But his motion stops. Finally removing his boxers, he strokes his hard dick, spreading his pre cum all over his length.

He spreads his both fingers that are still inside you, making your hole wider, which makes you scream in both pain and pleasure. He rubs his cock on your folds, using your wetness as lube. It's already too much for you. He comes down to you again, to whisper in your ear.

“Oh, and my name is San, in case you need to moan.”

He goes back again, now slowly pushing his cock in. You can hear him sigh loudly.

“Gosh, one of the tightest pussy I've had in a while.” This had you already clenching around him.

After a moment he starts moving. “Fuck San. You- you are too big.”

His thrusts are shallow at first, but sooner he starts gaining momentum. He starts ramming into you and all you could do is grip the table for your dear life. If this keeps going on, the table is gonna leave scratch marks on your stomach. You can hear him groan from behind.

“Ah, San….San fu- fuck.”

“You enjoy getting fucked like this, don't you.” He scoffs. He knew the power he held on you. The loud noises of skins slapping on each other, the squelching sound of your pussy, his groans everything was so overwhelming. You turn your head a slightest bit to get a view of him, and oh! The way his chest is fully covered in sweat, his hairs sticking to his temple because of sweat, droopy eyes. Oh! How much you wished that you kissed him right now and roamed your hands in his hairs. This position was amazing but you wished it was more convenient, also, your legs can give out at any second. He seemed to have noticed that.

“Is this position causing you trouble baby?” He whispers in your ear.

“You wanna see me better? Wanna see how I fuck you?”

All you could do is nod.

“Very well! Then let's switch. You will stand up for me, right baby?”

Nodding, he removes himself from you and you sigh at the feeling of emptiness. But standing up you face him and the next thing you know he lifts you up by your hips and sets you on the table.

Spreading your legs wide by his large hands, he lines up his cock on your clit. Pecking you quickly on the lips he said.

“Let's get this done. Okay?”

He enters you again and your head falls in the crook of his neck. It's just you are not used to his size. The most beautiful man you have ever fucked. How much you wished he stayed around for much more or you could get to see him more. The sudden urge to mark him yours raised and so you started leaving hickeys on his neck and chest as he pounded in you.

But, when he unexpectedly traced the long scar on your torso, it made you visibly flinch. Something that you considered as your biggest flaw.

“A scar, this long, as if you were scraped by a sword.”

“Hmph, yeah. It was a sword.”

“Who would do this to such a beautiful lady like you.”

You take a deep breath.

“M- My father.”

“Why?”

“Be- because I am doing my w- work by going against him. So he tried to kill me because, he- he thinks I am his competition.”

“How insecure he can be. But, it's okay baby, no one can hurt you when I am here.”

The way he speaks, it makes you cling more to him, to rely on him. He is a complete stranger with no business in your pain, but he still assures to protect you. Now is the time. You can tell him what you want to, right at this moment. This can be, he can be your chance of fleeing away from here. And so you finally say it.

“S- San, I know where the key is- the key to Antonio's grand safe.”

He couldn't believe his ears that he stopped his movements.

“What are you saying?” He is purely confused.

“I know you are from ATEEZ, and I know you are here to revenge Antonio.”

He shaked his head, still believing this was fake.

“This fuck so good, I am hallucinating.” He said, trying to make sense of the situation.

“No San, I will help you get to the safe and locate Antonio.”

“Why?”

“Because I want justice too and wanna flee away from here.”

He scrunched his eyebrows, not knowing which question would get him all of the answers he needed to know. So he asked.

“How do you know about all this? Who are you?”

“Because, I am Antonio's daughter.”

The room is dead silent. His grip tightening on your waist. You just wish this doesn't go downhill. But, when he starts to move again, you yelp sudden thrust. His head in the crook of your neck, and you can feel him smile.

“I decided to fuck right women, I guess?” He scoffed. The way all of the weight from your shoulder vanished.

“If I didn't approached you, this moment would have never happened.” You reply to him, and he laughs.

He slowly increases his speed, coming to the climax. His thrusts are fast and deep, trying to reach as far as possible into you. This had you moaning loudly, into his ear, moaning his name, which is driving him more crazy.

“Shit- San, I am close.”

“Do it, cum for me.”

After few more thrusts, you both hit your climax, cumming into you, he hit a few more thrusts to ride out both of your highs. Removing himself from you, he gets dressing shortly while you lay back on the table, exhausted from the sex.

After he is dressed, he helps you get dressed, shocking you, because you didn't expect him to help you. You thought he would rather ask for the key and Antonio, and get back to his team. He notices you expression.

“What? Don't you wanna get ready, we have a mission.”

‘We’, oh! How you hope this ‘We’ remains forever.

Later, that night, they were able to get the key with your help, and get back all of their money. The remaining money, that neither ATEEZ owned nor Antonio, they rained that money upon the town at the dawn which rightfully belonged to towns’ people, later capturing Antonio, tying him up, and throwing him in middle of town's Square, letting people decide his fate, which they did by beating him up, submitting him to the government, leading to his public execution. No matter how bad he treated you, he was still your father, you still felt bad. But now you had nothing you can call yours in the town, and San knew it. He offered you to join Destiny, Ateez's crew, and you accepted.

You are standing in front of the ship and the man you are going to spend the rest of your life with, him, offering you a hand to step on the ship, him and his crew, Welcoming you aboard, to start a new life.

[onelittlespiral]

You should make a top to bottom story!

FML: Worship

He had always been a great gym crush. When I was getting my pump, he would consistently be just a few machines over. His fiery hair and muscles glistened as he moved through his reps. I always worked a little harder when he was there, even though I knew it wouldn’t work. We had hardly ever exchanged words, but the few we had let me know he was straight as an arrow. I was a stacked guy myself, and I knew that there were countless twinks who would fawn over the chance to get with all this:

But I wanted him. I started slowly working up the nerve to talk to him, and was shocked to learn he knew my name

“Yeah man, I’ve seen you round here. You’ve got some sick gains, you’ve got to let me know your routine!”

From there, I decided to make a plan to ensure he would become mine.

I found a video that promised to create a “Gym Bro to Perfect Sub” out of any guy who watched it. It’s description promised that a single whiff of their dom would leave them madly in love and obedient. I told him that we should meet up at my place for some prep before hitting the gym together tomorrow. He was happy to oblige.

When he came over I quickly welcomed him in and ushered him to the couch. He sat patiently as I told him I had a tutorial for the routine set up to show the proper form. I cued up the video and left the room, turning back just to make sure it was all going according to plan. In just a few seconds, he was grinning stupidly as he fell under the spiral’s control.

As he fell deeply into a trance, the programming began:

You put in so much work bro. You should lean back and relax.

Intuitively, he leaned back on the couch, putting his feet up and hands behind his head. He had been really overworked the last few weeks.

Sit back and feel your body. Notice the feeling of muscle squeezing. Smell your body radiate heat and sex through stale deodorant. Feel the power you have. The power to change the world around you.”

He grinned as the feeling of masculinity flowed through him. He felt his muscles ache from yesterday’s workout. He had banged hard the night before and his musk was definitely not being held back by yesterday’s Axe. But the ladies loved it. He could pull just about any chick he wanted, do anything he wanted. He was a king.

You think about the person you see yourself as. But that’s not quite true, is it?

What? Nah man, he knew he was the shit. He was… he was… wasn’t he?

That’s not who you are. That’s who you could be.

As his self-perception popped, his body began to follow suit. His mature scowl began to take on a more boyish smirk. His once imposing stature shrunk down as he felt a bit more awkward and out of place. He still had potential though. Plenty of time to grow. He still worked religiously on his body to keep it plenty strong.

That’s the kind of men you look up to. Big powerful biceps. Pecs firm. Asses bubbly and tight. Cool, assertive personalities. Thick dicks to back it all up.

Y…no… yesss. That’s right. How silly of him. His arms deflated from buff to, generously, toned. His pecs shrunk down into his chest. His glutes lost tone as they became firm but small. His body sweat at the effort of losing years of hard work as muscle evaporated off of him.

This isn’t even the man you want to be. This is the man you want to be with.

At this moment, his mind flicked to his new mentor. He was promising to show him how to get shredded like him. The way his muscles glistened as he worked out… The way he towered over small guys like himself… The way his hair curled around his pecs and into those pits and captured his raw smell…

A hard on quickly developed, throbbing at the new feelings of lust. He began gently rubbing, imagining how good it would feel to pound his crush’s ass as any memories of straight life began leaking out his tip.

Men like that don’t need competition. They need relief from all the gym bros. They want a little bro. A boy toy.

All at once the need moved from his pole to deep inside. A deep itch he could never reach. A high pitched moan escaped as his ass felt so empty and needy. His thoughts of topping were drained away as he felt his ass reshaped to take cock. Any fight left in him melted away as the need to be fucked consumed his mind.

They deserve worship. They demand obedience and submission.

His mind, effectively broken at this point, slowly began to rebuild itself with one goal in mind. To bring pleasure. To serve. To feel a man use him as a tool for pleasure. He needed to submit. The spiral pushed on.

Good boy. You are ready for your new purpose. Your big, smelly gym bro will walk in soon and come to claim you. As his presence envelopes you, you will see him as yours. You will serve him so well and he will take care of you in turn.

He was ready. His mind emptied of any remaining thoughts but service and pleasure.

Good Boy.

His brain felt a warm wave of joy flow over it. He wanted to behave.

So submissive.

God he needed his dom, he needed to submit.

Perfectly happy, dumb, ready to serve.

Yeah, sooooo… happppppy… so… empty…

Now wait.

I walked into the room to his mouth still stuck agape, mind empty and happy. As my feet hit the floor, he came to, and looked over at me. I could feel his gaze trace my body as just my presence began to change his brain chemistry. “Get over here boy. ”

“Hiiii… oh god… fuuuuuck”

I walked over, picked him up off the couch, and pressed him against the wall.

“Yeah babe, take it all in. You’re much cuter. Daddy has been waiting far too long for this. I want you on this dick now,” I growled.

I watched as his mind was overtaken again, the programming taking over as my scent consumed him and my fur pressed against his body. His gaze was pure longing as he savored the scent that would become his world.

“Yes sir.” His breath was quick and heavy as his small hard on pressed against my stomach. He was drooling over my body as his tongue rolled out his mouth. He practically melted in my embrace, perfectly submissive.

“Good.” I carried him to the bed room, ready to give my new boyfriend the workout I had promised.

[yoonguurt]

Day 3 is finally here. It's a day late, but I am so proud of this one. It's one of Ki's favorite men and I really had to do it justice, and I feel like I did. It's longer than I thought it would be, but I'm happy with it. @kwanisms here's your boy.

Pairing: bouncer!Changbin x f!reader

Warnings: alcohol consumption, mentions of smoking, dom!Changbin, sub!reader, mention of switch!Changbin, reader is a little bratty, big dick!Changbin, dirty talk, nipple play, use of restraints, protected sex. I think that's it?

This is not where you thought you would be by the end of the night. Not even close. Your fun night with your friend had you ending up handcuffed to the bed of a man you had only known for a few hours. Not to say that you were disappointed, not at all, just surprised. 

Your best friend, Hyunjin, decided to finally drag you out of your apartment for a night. You had been studying for weeks straight and he was tired of it. You were getting cranky and the stress was really beginning to get to you. You couldn’t deny that it would be good for you, didn’t even try to, you just got dressed. It didn’t take long for you to decide on a skin tight black dress, it fit you perfectly, hugging your curves just right. It came to an end right above your ass with a halter top. It was definitely your ‘fuck me’ dress. You really didn’t have any intention of bringing anyone home or going home with anyone, but the dress made you feel sexy and confident and that was what you needed after weeks of sweatpants and hoodies. 

Your platonic better half decided that the newest club was the destination for the night, and you honestly had been wanting to try it out since it opened a few weeks back. Your group took a couple of pre game shots before making your way to the Uber that was already waiting for you. The line for the club was obnoxiously long, and you were immediately regretting your decision to wear heels. It took about 45 minutes of slowly shuffling forward before you finally made it to the door, showing the buff and rather good looking man your ID, stepping inside the club. You turned back to glance at the bouncer, his black hair falling over his forehead. He really was extremely attractive, it made your tummy flutter a bit when he turned and flashed you a smirk, his eyes running over your figure.

Your hand was quickly pulled, making you turn away from the bouncer. You were dragged in the direction of the bar, by no surprise of your own. You had already known that tonight’s goal was to drink  and let loose. Though, you had no intention of getting wasted, just a little tipsy to take the edge off and relax a little. The bartender flashed you a smile, asking what you would be having, your mind quickly deciding on a whiskey and coke. The blonde man behind the bar slid you a glass, the amber liquid sloshing a little. “Want to open a tab?” You shook your head no, flashing him a smile back, turning to face the sea of people gathered around the club. You lifted your glass to your lips, the alcohol burning your throat as you swallowed. You could feel the bass through the floor, the few sips of whiskey you had already causing the muscles in your body to relax a bit. 

Before you could even finish your drink, Hyunjin was already begging you to dance with him. You knew that that was the main reason he wanted to come out tonight. Dancing was his outlet, how he relieved stress. You had to admit, he was damn good. You had tried to talk him into switching his major to dance, but so far you hadn’t gotten through to him. You decided to chug the rest of you whiskey, setting the glass on the bar before grabbing his hand and letting him lead you through the sea of people to find a spot on the dance floor. He finally found a spot that he deemed good enough and pulled you in front of him to dance. The two of you were close enough for it to be known you knew each other, but far enough apart that it wouldn’t look like you were together. You assumed Hyunjin would want to find someone to go home with, he was always very good at that, so you made sure to leave space for whatever person would eventually set his eyes on. The slight buzz of the alcohol and the music had your body moving fluidly, letting the beat flow through you as you moved your hips. Your eyes were closed, just enjoying the whole vibe of the room when you felt a shoulder brush into yours. You looked around to see Hyunjin passing by you with a bright smile. You turned to see where he was going, only to see him make his way to the dark haired bouncer from earlier. You felt your eyes widen and breath hitch when the man smiled as he gave your best friend a hug. You watched them talk for a few seconds when Hyunjin turned to face you, hand gesturing for you to come to them. You weaved through the bodies, making your way toward the men, your breathing shallow and nerves slightly on fire. 

Hyunjin threw his arm around your shoulders as soon as you were in reach, pulling you in close to him as he spoke to the man in front of him, something you couldn’t hear. You felt yourself being pulled back towards the bar and slightly to the right. The three of you walked through door, which led to a small outdoor area that had a few people standing around smoking. You leaned your body up against the metal railing that fenced in the smoking area, the cold material causing you to shiver. “You cold, darlin’?” You lifted your eyes to the owner of the voice, Hyunjin’s bouncer friend, who had now stripped himself of his leather jacket and was holding it out to you. You reached to grab the jacket with a small thank you, your fingers brushing against his felt like a small electrical current running through your hand. “Oh shit, I forgot to introduce you two. This is Changbin. Changbin this is the best friend I’ve been telling you about.” Hyunjin’s words came out in a rushed jumble, making you giggle. 

Your eyes flitted over to Changbin, his plain white t-shirt tight over his muscles making your mouth water slightly. He looked absolutely breathtaking. His hair was curling slightly due to the humidity and for you that only added to his beauty. You drug your gaze over his chest, well defined and you desperately wanted to run your hands over it. Next came his hands, god they were beautiful and you just look and fit perfect around your neck. Someone clearing their throat brought you out of your thoughts, you quickly shook your head and lifted your eyes to find that Changbin was already focused on you, a smirk playing at his lips. You’ve never been one to be bashful about being attracted to someone so you just smirked back and gave him a wink. 

Hyunjin seemed to be oblivious to this interaction as he quickly grabbed your hand and wanted to go back to dance. You shot Changbin a flirty smile as you followed behind your best friend, who quickly turned around and asked his friend if he was off the clock and if he could join. Changbin looked over you and nodded, followed behind. Almost as soon as your small group got to the dance floor, someone caught Hyunjin’s eye. He lifted an eyebrow in your direction, you gave a giggle and a nod, and the man was off. You watched his back as he disappeared into the crowd, a smile still on your face. “Looks like it’s just you and me now, darlin’.” You whipped around to face him, the smirk still present on his face. You took your first step toward him slowly, each step that followed was a slightly faster pace, until you were looking directly up at him. “Looks like it, big guy.” You should see the way his jaw clenched at your words and it immediately registered that he enjoyed his strength being brought up. You would be using that to your advantage. 

You watched Changbin walk away to the bar to get you both a drink, his back muscles flexing as he shifted his body to avoid running into someone. The visual caused you to clench your thighs, arousal already hitting you hard. It didn’t take long for him to be on his way back, his eyes immediately locking into your, iris’ almost black. Just his gaze sent a shiver down your spine, it thrilled you, you knew that you would let this man have you right here on the dance floor if he wanted. You reached for him as soon as he got close enough, hand bypassing the glass in his outstretched hand and going straight around his waist. One of his arms came down around you, drink still in his hand, pushing you farther into his body. You pulled back, finally taking the drink from him and downing it in one gulp, raising your eyebrow in a challenge. The man gave a hearty laugh before taking you up on that challenge. You watched his throat bob as the gulped down the liquid, the sight causing your breathing to speed up. God you wanted this man. 

After downing your drinks, Changbin took the glasses back and quickly returned to you, hands finding your waist immediately. You turned in his arms, back facing his chest, and let the music take over. You let your hips sway against him, ass barely rubbing against his crotch. You kept your pace slow, teasing, trying to push Changbin to his limits. With each movement, you pushed back just enough for brush against him before pulling back. It didn’t take long for him to lose his patience, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “I know you’re having fun teasing darlin’, but it’s not nice.” You giggled at the impatience in his voice, feeling his hands tighten on your hips before pulling you back against him, your ass coming in direct contact with him. He was hard, very hard and you were beyond turned on at the confirmation of how you were affecting him. You ground your ass against him, pushing back with a little force, a grunt from him followed soon after. His grip kept you flush against him, his hips bucking up into your ass to the beat of the music. The feeling of his hardened member hitting your cheeks was intense. You could tell he was big, but you suspected he was bigger than he felt. You needed him and you needed him now.

You turned around and grabbed his hand, leading him away from the crowd and into a small hallway, which you assumed led to the bathroom. In one of your odd moods you took control, shoving him against the wall, eyes locked on his before they flickered to his lips, an ask of permission. Changbin smirked again and then suddenly your control was stripped from you as he twirled you around, your back now on the wall. His face came closer to yours, and you held your breath in anticipation, his lips changing course at the last minute to land on your neck. He gave the skin a small bite, a whimper falling from your throat at the contact. His tongue flicked out to rub over the spot he bit, soothing it. The next second his lips were on yours, his wet muscle prying your mouth open to dance with yours. His hands slid down your body, finding purchase on your ass, pulling you forward to push your core against him. The contact had you sighing into the kiss, which was quickly becoming more intense and passionate. Your hips started to match his pace as he pulled you against him, your core getting more drenched with each thrust.

Changbin pulled back, taking in a big gulp of air, hair disheveled from your hands running through it. Your gazes remained locked for a moment as you regained your breaths. “You want to get out of here, darlin’? My place isn’t that far from here.” His eyes searched yours for any sign of hesitation, making sure he hadn’t made you uncomfortable. You nodded your head far more quickly than you thought was possible and you whispered out to him. “Please.” He took one of your hands and pulled you in the direction of the door, reminding you to text Hyunjin and tell him where you would be so he wouldn’t worry. By the time you had texted him and put your phone away, you were already in front of an apartment building, Changbin holding the door open for you. You followed close behind him as he walked to the elevator and pressed the button. He brought your body in front of him, wrapping his arms around you and lips finding a place on your neck. You let out a low moan, not even caring that you were in the middle of his apartment lobby. 

The ding of the elevator brought you both back to reality, the doors opening to reveal an empty carriage. Changbin kept his arms around you as he walked forward, shuffling you both into the elevator. He pressed the button for his floor, followed by the close elevator button. As soon as the doors closed, he was back on you. Lips on yours, hands on your ass, cock grinding into your clothed cunt. The makeout was heating up quickly, the dinging of the elevator reaching his floor interrupting the two of you once again. You tried to catch your breath as Changbin pulled you down the hall to his door, his hands fumbling with his keys as he tried to open his door. It took longer than it should have, his hands shaking slightly. Once he finally got his key in the knob and the door opened, he pulled you into his apartment, closing the door behind you. He turned to you, hands going to cup your face as he kissed you, pushing you back against the door. His hands roamed your body, as if trying to learn every inch in a short amount of time, finally landing on your ass, giving a rough squeeze and a small spank, your moan only encouraging him. You felt more force in his grip as he lifted you off of your feet, your legs wrapping around his waist. A louder moan poured out of you, the use of his strength shooting straight to your core.

Changbin pulled back with that signature smirk on his lips, watching you try to catch your breath. “Oh? D’ya like that, darlin’? Like how strong I am? Lifting you with such ease?” His voice was lower than it had been all night and his mouth was directly beside your ear, the heat from his breath falling over your neck. All you could do was give him another moan and roll your hips against him. A deep groan rumbled through his broad chest, turning into a growl at the end. He pulled back from the door, his arms still around you, carrying you through the apartment toward his bedroom. The sheer show of strength had you clinching around nothing, your lips finding his neck, nibbling and sucking your mark onto his skin. His fingers dug into your ass as he carried you, kicking his door open and then closed as he stepped inside. He turned and shoved you against the door again, obviously showing you that he had no need to put you down yet. He could keep you held up for longer. He was the one to find your neck this time, biting with slightly more force than you had, making a mark of his own. You needed more, you were soaked through your underwear at this point, you needed something. “Changbin, please. I need you.” Your voice cracked, full of desperation and lust.

He pulled the two of you off of the door, turning towards his bed before he tossed you, your back landing on his soft bed, body bouncing a little. Fuck, that was hot. No one had ever handled you that way before, even though you knew it was something you wanted. “Why don’t you take that dress off for me, darlin’? Let me see that beautiful body.” His voice, his tone, the commanding hint, it all drove you crazy. You wanted to give him whatever he wanted, but a thought struck you, what if you teased just a little more. You lifted your hands to the zipper of your dress, pretending to fumble with it to drag the tension out. You watched as the fire in his eyes ignited, jaw clenching at your tactics. “Darlin’. If you’re gonna tease, I’ll have to take drastic measures.” He walked to his dresser, opening a drawer and digging around a bit before pulling out a pair of handcuffs. Your eyes widened, your breath speeding up at the sight of this well built man dangling shiny handcuffs from his finger. It didn’t take long for you to make up your mind. “I think you’re going to have to take those measures, big boy.” His smirk turned into a full blown smile at your words, his legs making long strides to get to you. He pulled you to your feet, spinning your body around as soon as you were up, hands making quick work of your zipper. He groaned at the lack of a bra, working on hand around your front to play with your nipple while the other one pushed your dress down farther. 

His constant tweaking of your nipple had pleasure coursing through you, your nipples have always been especially sensitive. The obscene moan that ripped through you no doubt let Changbin know just how sensitive you were. “What do we have here, darlin’? So sensitive for me. I bet I could make you come undone just like this.” The thought alone had you clenching around nothing, cunt begging to be filled. As soon as your dress hit the floor, your panties quickly followed, leaving you completely bare in front of Changbin. He dropped his hands back down to your hips, spinning you around once more and taking a step back to take you all in. His pupils were blown out and his chest was heaving and you weren’t sure you had ever seen something so arousing. Changbin ripped his shirt from his body, his pants and underwear following in one swift movement. You let your eyes rake over him and your earlier assumption was correct. He was fucking big. You wanted to feel him on your tongue, taste him, sink to your knees and take all of him. He could tell what you were thinking, you were sure of it, but you felt no shame in your thoughts. “Maybe next time, darlin’. Right now I have plans.” 

So, here you were, handcuffed to Changbin’s bed, waiting for his next move. He had been standing and looking at you, eating you with his eyes, for a couple of minutes now and it had you squirming under his intense gaze. Finally, after what felt like years, the bed dipped as he knelt on it, making his way between your legs, spreading them to make room for himself. He leaned down to give you a quick peck on the lips before trailing his lips down your neck, down your chest until they stopped at your breast. “Let’s test my theory, shall we?” He wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, hand coming to massage the one not in his mouth. You arched your back, moaning loudly and he pinched your pebbled bud in between his thumb and forefinger. His teeth grazed your other nipple gently before he bit a bit harder, the sensation shooting straight to your aching cunt. He had just started and you already felt your high approaching. Changbin popped his mouth off of you, switching sides and sucking your other nipple into his mouth, giving it the same treatment. “Bin. Bin I’m close.” This was a completely new experience for you. No one had ever been able to bring you to orgasm just from playing with your tits. You felt the vibrations of his groan shoot through you, pushing you even closer to the edge. “Go on, darlin’. You can let go for me.” As if his words were what you had been waiting for, your high hit you hard, a scream ripping from you, not even sounding like you.

Changbin lifted his mouth off of you, his hand coming to brush your hair from your face as he asked if you were ok. All you had the strength to do was nod, punctuating it with a lift of your hips, a silent beg for more. He chuckled above you, mumbling something about you being such a needy girl and you whined, as if to confirm his statement. His hand slid down your body, making its way to your core. You wanted to touch him, wanted to dig your nails into him. You tugged at the handcuffs, itching to get your hands on him. “Ah ah, darlin’. You gotta stay just like this.” You pouted at his words, his only response was a dark chuckle, watching you gasp as his fingers slipped through your folds. “Fuck, darlin’. You’re so fucking wet, bet I could slip right in, wouldn’t even need to prep you anymore. Would you like that, darlin’? Want me to just slid in and fuck you good?” His voice was filled with tease, but you wanted it. You wanted him to fuck you sensless. “Please, Changbin. Please.” Your words came out in a whine and you watched him reach into the top drawer of his bedside table, coming out with a condom between his fingers. 

He quickly ripped the package open, sliding the latex over his cock and gave himself a few pumps. He repositioned himself between your legs, spreading them a bit more to accommodate for his larger frame. He brought his face to yours, giving you a slow kiss, tongue pressing into your mouth. You felt yourself getting lost in the kiss only to be brought back as Changbin pushed his length into you in one thrust. You were so drenched that the pain was almost non existent, there was only pleasure. He didn’t slow down, once he was inside, he kept a steady pace, balls hitting your ass so hard you could hear it throughout the room. “Fuck, darlin’. You feel like heaven. So warm and wet. So tight for me. No way I’m gonna last long. Fuck.” His words made your eyes roll back, his cock angled just right to hit the spongy spot inside of you. You couldn’t stop your moans, they just kept falling from your mouth, Changbin’s groans matching. He sat back on his heels, hands wrapping around your hips, lifting you off the bed as he continued to pound into you. You were so close, your hands were thrashing in the cuffs, begging to be set free. “Come on, darlin’. Let me feel you. Cream all over my cock.” His words, the strength of his grip on your hips, the brutal pace he thrust into you, it was all too much. You came with a scream of his name and he followed after a couple more thrust, a deep growl coming from his throat. 

The two of you took a moment to catch your breath, Changbin kissing you softly as he unlocked the cuffs and rubbed your wrists, asking if you were ok and if they hurt. You made sure he knew that you were completely fine, fucked out even, which caused the man to smile and laugh softly. He removed the condom, tying it off and throwing it in the can beside his bed, falling beside you after. The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable, just allowing yourselves to regain your senses. Changbin broke the silence suddenly.

“Give me a few minutes and then you can use these on me.” A smirk on his face and the handcuffs dangling from his finger. 

[imrllytootiredforthis]

Hey bestie, lets ignore the fact i haven't sent an ask in a while. So anyway, how are you? you taking care of yourself? Are you staying hydrated? Hope so. I myself am doing ok. I actually took one of my ✨️manifestations✨️ and wrote my first fic (or is it a drabble? Idk). I but i liked how it turned out. Anyway once again, i hope you're doing ok ;)

bestie, i missed you in my inboxxxx :(((

i'm good, really sick rn and probably not hydrating as much as i should-but worry not! all is well, i'm scraping by slowly😭

i just read your ✨️manifestation✨️ and OMLLLLL, i love big subs that wanna be taken care of😫, like tf people mean that big buff men are super dominant just bc they're strong?-NO, they're princesses that need to be praised and loved and assured

size kink literally hits so hard too😭, being 5'literally nothing the idea of making someone so much bigger than me go completely dumb is so😫😫

[yuujispinkhair]

a thirst to spite that one anon, but like imagine being dped by Nanami and Yuuji 🤤 I’d like to be smothered by muscles pls 🥵 they’d be so rough and sweet at the same time 🛐

OMGGGGG THIS IS SO HOT!! Thank you so much for sending this! Here are some headcanons that came to my mind after reading your ask!

Pairing: Nanami x Reader (female) x Yuuji. Warnings: 18+, smut, double penetration, creampie, anal, poly, threesome, praise. All characters are of age. 18+. Minors don't interact.

Nanami and Yuuji are both so caring and loving, and it is their priority to make YOU feel good. You will receive so much praise and love!

Soft dom Nanami and sweet sub Yuuji who lives to please you. They take such good care of you! Those two big strong men with their gorgeous muscular bodies who are so gentle and sweet with you.

Nanami guides Yuuji. He is more experienced and even though he doesn't want to be seen as a teacher, he still kind of is one, and Yuuji definitely looks up to him. Nanami tells Yuuji what to do or shows him, and sweet Yuuji is a fast learner, so he catches up really quick and learns how to fuck you the best way.

"Am I doing it right, Nanamin? (Y/n), do you like that, baby? Is it good?"

The first time you try double penetration with them, Kento takes your ass even though he knows how much Yuuji wants to fuck you there. But he wants to make sure that Yuuji baby knows what to do and how to be gentle with you.

From then on, Nanami is the one fucking your pussy with slow and steady thrusts. And Yuuji fucks your tight ass, losing his cute little mind because your ass is so perfect to him, and you are so tight and hot, and he can feel Nanami's thick cock through your walls rubbing against his own length too, as they both fuck you so nice and deep from both sides.

"You take us so well, darling. Our pretty girl...so good for us."

Yuuji gets a bit rougher after a while. It's really hard to control all that raw super-human strength when he's so horny.

But Nanami knows his baby boy very well. "Easy, Yuuji. Go a bit slower. Yeah, like that. Good boy. You're so good to her, baby. Look how much she loves what we're doing to her."

The praise makes Yuuji even hornier, but he tries his best to hold back. Always so eager to please.

But his thrusts become more erratic and his mewls grow more desperate. And then he moans the cutest "Ah fuck... feels so good." and it's so cute and hot that you clench around his thick cock and tug on his pretty pink hair.

"Don't hold back, Yuu. It's fine, you make me feel so good. Come on, fuck me harder, baby."

Nanami allows Yuuji to cum first and fill your ass with his thick ropes of seed. After all, Kento knows how hard it is for sweet Yuuji to hold back. And he's such a cutie, and cums so prettily. It's really a sight for sore eyes!

Nanami has a weak spot for watching Yuuji's face when he cums, the cute blush on his cheeks, and the loud moans and whines falling from his parted lips. You hear him whisper a low "So cute." and see him pet Yuuji's hair lovingly before pulling him into a heated deep kiss.

And then Nanami kisses you and you moan into his mouth when he changes his angle to hit your sweet spot even better.

"It's your turn now, darling. Cum for us, pretty girl. Here, I'll help you." Nanami's fingers find your clit and rub gentle circles around it.

Yuuji joins him only a moment later, and together they caress and fuck you until you cry both their names and dig your nails into their buff biceps.

Yuuji is there to hold you and kiss you and whisper in your ear how much he loves you and how pretty you look, stuffed with both their cocks, crying because they feel so good inside you. His fingers rub you lovingly through your high, moaning when he feels you twitch and shake.

And only then, after both you and Yuuji found completion, will Kento allow himself to snap his hips faster and harder to finally spill his hot cum deep into you too. After all, he first had to take care of his little pets.

[cat-arsenal]

There’s been so much good Wolves x Elementals stuff since those first posts nearly a year ago (?!), most notably the Lasko x David and/or Asher that @cottagecorexboy , @espressoth , @teddybasmanov , and I have spammed y’all with, the wonderful Damien x Asher fic series by @dominimoonbeam , and more recently, the collective Milo x Lasko brainrot mostly by @metaredacted0201 --which got me thinking: what if More and Different Wolf x Elemental combos?

So now you get me rambling about dynamics so I can maybe get my other work done before diving into this lmao

Lasko x David

The Classic

They balance each other out, each--perhaps hypocritically--encouraging the other not to overwork

Very quiet, domestic couple (who for sure get Very Rowdy)

Speaking of which, David finds a very nice, unexpected subspace with Lasko’s gentle domming

Lasko x Milo

Tall Nerd Gets Dommed by a Guy A Foot Shorter than Him

They have a lot of fun together, Milo helping Lasko come out of his shell and Lasko introducing Milo to ever more geeky stuff

Well-Dressed Men

Milo is definitely jealous of the fact that Aggro beelines for Lasko to claim Lasko’s lap, climb his shoulders, make a nest of his hair, etc. (but Lasko assures him that he still likes Milo best)

Lasko x Asher

Oh Asher has so much fun teasing Lasko. He’s so easy to fluster

But he also loves comforting and encouraging Lasko. Asher is great at self-care and mental health days.

And They Were Both Subs (Um, Actually, they’re both switches, and it’s interesting to see how that evolves with two people who are normally more submissive, but with room to explore themselves)

Lasko is also good at comforting Asher, who, as we know, also has self-worth issues. They may or may not get into “No, you’re amazing,” matches.

Damien x David

Big Tsun and Small Tsun

They’re both set in their ways and sometimes argue about the precise amount of sugar that recipe needs, excuse you

But they’re an unstoppable force of love and protection and change when they combine their knowledge, resources, and stubbornness

Size Kink

Damien x Milo

Short Buff Kings

The sarcasm is strong with these two

So is the competitiveness. Be it field sports or Wii Sports, these two don’t hold back.

Confident guys who every now and then have doubts about their sexy bodies or short wolf legs reassuring each other

Damien x Asher

Balance!

Asher loves Damien’s fiery spirit, and Damien loves Asher’s gentle heart

I can see them having an adventurous nightlife; wandering the city, checking out clubs and little-known restaurants

Damien tries to fix Asher’s diet (and failing that, tries to help him get over his fear of ordering deliveries. Still winds up doing it for him most of the time.)

Huxley x David

Big Gentle Dudes

So much camping

I feel like Huxley helps David relax, set aside all the heavy stuff he carries as Alpha and just be in the moment

David loves getting to know the parts of Huxley he’s used to hiding. A lot of very tender talks and kisses and cuddles

Huxley x Milo

Smol Sassy and Tol Chill

Huxley will sometimes run with Milo in wolf form, and while he can’t keep up for long, Milo will run back to him and tackle him for snuggles

Milo doesn’t mind feeling small in Huxley’s arms

They have dedicated self-care/do-nothing days where they lay around the house, pampering themselves and enjoying each other

Huxley x Asher

Gym Bros Turned Boyfriends

Comfort food and digging holes and video games and chill

Asher doesn’t know how Huxley can talk so sweetly while absolutely destroying him in bed, but he’s not complaining

The biggest and fanciest of pillow forts

[medea10]

My Review of Magical Girl Site

How did I get into this anime? I…huh…Good question! I don’t recall. Probably some other anime reviewers mentioned it and I put it on the Amazon/Netflix list hoping I won’t have to watch it any time soon. Two years later and here we are!

Aya Asagiri’s life is a living hell. She is constantly bullied at school and no one does a thing to stop it. Her teachers don’t care about her well-being. Her father barely notices she exists. And to top it off, her brother beats the crap out of her just for him to relieve stress! Is it any wonder that she wants to commit suicide? One night, her computer mysteriously turns on to a website, promoting Aya to become a magical girl. She brushed it off and thought nothing of it…

That is until the next morning when she finds a note and a gun in her shoe locker. After being tortured by her bullies and almost raped, she finds herself at the end of her ropes and pulls out the mysterious gun. When she pulled the trigger, her bullies disappeared. Turns out, the targets are transported to another place. In the case of some of her bullies, they were transported to in front of a moving train.

Karma, bitches!

It’s unknown why Aya was specifically chosen to become a magical girl, but fellow magical girl Yatsumura feels she could use Aya’s magic to combat a looming threat to other magical girls. But they must not overuse their magic, otherwise they will die.

BETWEEN THE SUB AND THE DUB: As of this moment, this anime seems to be in the capable hands of Amazon Prime. And we all know how well they treat animes, right?! Hahaha! Funny! Anyways, don’t expect a dub! The cast seems to be comprised of many female seiyuus I’m not particularly familiar with. I mean with the exception of Aina Suzuki, I hear her sounds every day thanks to the Love Live game apps! Add to that the creepy, raspy voice of Frieza playing the site administrator! One voice actor however I heard the second he let out a creepy, hygena-like laugh, I knew exactly who this crazy bastard was! Nobuhiko Okamoto plays a great psychopath. Here’s what you might recognize these folks from.

*Aya is played by Yuuko Oono

*Yatsumura is played by Himika Akaneya

*Sarina is played by Haruka Yamazaki (known for Ruka on Hayate the Combat Butler, Mero on Monster Musume, Aika on High School DxD, and Natsumi on Danganronpa 3)

*Nijimi is played by Yuu Serizawa (known for Shera on How Not to Summon a Demon Lord)

*Shioi is played by Aina Suzuki (known for Mari on Love Live Sunshine)

AUTOMATICLY THROWN ON DISLIKED LIST: Okay children, who automatically ends up on my hate list for life?

Fuckers who commit rape and fuckers who kill animals for fun!

Damn right! Give this anime some credit for not showing Aya’s bullies throwing a cat in front of a moving train. If this were 10 years ago, they probably would have animated it and I would have been puking afterward. I’m not sure which of Aya’s bullies threw a cat in front of a moving train, but for the time being, I’m throwing them all on the list.

And while I’m here, Sarina! She was like the ring-leader in the bullying of Aya. I’m almost certain she’s the bitch that killed the stray cat but I have no proof of that. With my history with horrible people like that, I have no sympathy for bullies in the slightest and feel she got what was coming to her. Bitch, you got that big, ugly scar on your neck for a reason. You got what was coming!

DEFINITELY BELONGS IN DISLIKE HISTORY: Now that I got the usual gripe off my chest, gotta add Aya’s onii-chan, Kaname! Sweet merciful crap, do I love hearing Nobuhiko Okamoto play a psychopath, but this is going way too far. And Kaname is just irredeemable! He has this complex that makes him think he’s on God-tier and everyone else is beneth him. Now I do have to hate Kaname and Aya’s father for placing this kind of pressure on Kaname and beating the shit out of him if he gets bad grades. But good fuck, this guy just pushes past the line of no return when he tries to manipulate little girls, steal their power, and lose control. And this wasn’t like he had no control over his own body and wants to stop this from happening! Kaname meant every thing he did to his sister and her friends. OH…and that one guy he forced to off himself! I just can’t even with this guy!

SHIPPING: I know a lot of people ship the hell out of Aya and Yatsumura and yeah, I can see that and I would ship them too. But for reals, I just want these two girls to live a life of peace together for as long as they’re around. For fuck’s sake, did you see the shit they put up with in their lives? Aya was bullied relentlessly at home and school. Yatsumura watched her whole family be slaughtered by a creep. These girls deserve some sort of peace! I know this is the shipping category, but I felt the need to say this.

STICKS: Okay anime, what are you doing? Aya uses a magical gun! Sarina uses a magical yo-yo! Nijimi uses magical panties (insert immature laugh here)! Yatsumura uses a magical remote! How hard is it to have them say that! And I probably shouldn’t put blame on the anime and holler at the manga! But calling magical items “Sticks”, that feels…I don’t want to say stupid, but I can’t think of any other word to go along with that. I just feel like the manga was on some deadline and they were frantically finishing what to call their magical items and just went “FUCK IT, IT’S STICKS”.

COULD HAVE FOOLED ME: In the “Could have fooled me” category we have a boy who identifies as a girl magical girl! Man, 2018 definitely was the progressive AF year! I mean, we had Lily from Zombieland Saga, we had the girls who transformed into magical buff men in Magical Girl Ore, and now THIS! So we have Kiyo! An openly transgendered magical girl that’s not a token joke! Okay, well done guys! Pearl points all around!

ENDING: Early in the series, we learned about a moment called “The Tempest”. A catastrophic even set to take place once enough negative energy is caught. There are a lot of Magical Girl Site administrators that take advantage of “POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS”. They pick the most unfortunate girls as pawns in their game. And once “The Tempest” hits, everyone will die and the world will start over anew. Aya and Yatsumura end up meeting new magical girl allies and even a few that were coersed by different administrators. Not to mention one of Aya’s bullies is a magical girl too with a score to settle! What could be worse?

How about we add Aya’s disgusting brother to this mix?! As I’ve mentioned before, Aya’s brother Kaname would use Aya as a personal punching bag in order to get rid of stress. When Aya became a magical girl, she would spend more time with Yatsumura or the other girls, leaving Kaname to go without slugging his sister. So fuckface over here manipulates another magical girl, Nijimi to do what he says. This leads to him stealing Nijimi’s underwear and gaining her magical power of mind control. I never thought I would have to say a sentence like that, but here we are.

Kaname went out of control with this power as he managed to injure all of the girls and give a fatal blow to Nijimi. But another possible enemy dropped a bomb on us when they kidnapped Kaname. THEN, these girls are targeted at Nijimi’s funeral and they almost died. Add another plot-twist, a police officer that’s been seen from time to time in a lot of the tragedies in the show is in cahoots with one of the magical girl site administrators. This keeps getting fuckier by the minute! Well, the girls felt it was time to take action and try to take out the administrators that screwed them with this doomed fate. But once they took out one of the administrators, they came across an ugly truth.

Sight administrators are magical girls who died previously!

Yeah, not that big of a shock! Madoka Magica gave us magical girls who end up so corrupt that they become witches they’re supposed to fight. While some of the administrators ended up falling to these girls, Nana (the creepy one we’ve been watching since ep 1) is the hardest one to take out. She ends up killing Yatsumura (because she used up too much of her power), but then manipulates her to become an administrator.

Once she manipulated Yatsumura, she ends up going after Aya. And after a lot of back-and-forth between the two girls, Yatsumura was able to snap out of Nana’s control and they managed to take out Nana. And we end the series with a brighter future for Aya and Yatsumura as their lives become a little less unfortunate.

Yeah, few issues here!

1.) There are still a butt-load of site administrators. Isn’t there still a “Tempest” going to happen? 2.) Aya and Yatsumura’s lives aren’t in danger anymore after using fuck-tons of their power? WTF?! 3.) What was the point of Aya shooting herself to get Yatsumura back? I am not following you. Is this some sort of Insception shit?! 4.) That detective! Misumi was his name? Why was he just casually talking to Nana a few episodes back? 5.) Why don’t we see him until the final few moments in the finale? 6.) WHY DID HE RAPE KANAME?! 7.) WHY WAS THIS SCENE A THING? 8.) I don’t want to say Kaname deserved it, buuuuuut… Uuuggghhh…Mumble, mumble. I can’t finish that thought. 9.) These site administrators are probably pissed and are going to want revenge on these magical girls. What’s going on here?

…Let me guess, I need to read the manga to get all my questions answered…

FUCKING FIGURES!

Seriously...what Misumi did. That scene is forever etched in my brain forever. Next to that scene of Kaname wiggling his junk in front of a guy.

This anime was pretty bad. No wait...

This anime was way too edgy for me! Episode 1 was just absolute torture porn involving Aya. The first episode managed to combine the bully scene in Vivid Strike, the puppy killing scene in Elfen Lied, and every bullying episode of Hell Girl all into one single episode. As for the rest of this series, they go above and beyond to grab some of the worst aspects of other animes and implement them here. Aya’s older brother almost has a God-complex that rivals that of Light Yagami of Death Note. Nijimi has a devoted fan that’s almost crossing over from the movie Perfect Blue. Body mutilation scenes on levels not seen since Higurashi! And fill this world up with the worst kinds of humans imaginable like in Elfen Lied! This was just too much hatred! Too much!

Add to that, there’s absolutely no resolution to this story. Yes, Aya and Yatsumura are alive and together. But guys, there are still some other-worldly strong site administrators looming! Tempest is still happening. KANAME IS STILL FUCKING ALIVE…literally and figuratively speaking! And with how much this anime has been panned by anime fans across the board, I doubt if this anime will ever receive a sequel. Guys, if you want a really good 12-episode anime about magical girls with an edge, just watch Madoka Magica. But if you’re a curious idiot like me, whatever, you do you!

As this anime is an Amazon Prime exclusive, I’m afraid that’s the only legal outlet for this.

Now that this is over, my next Amazon/Netflix/Crunchyroll anime is…

Grand Blue!

Oh, it’s set in a cute ocean town. Am I going to enjoy some cute absurdity like I did with Tsuritama?

Sort of!

OH GOOD FUCK, WHAT FRAT HOUSE WAS THIS BIRTHED FROM?!

[bangtan-gal]

Ruin Me (M)

H.hj

Mafia!au

Warnings: smut, angst, not really much fluff, pain kink, corruption kink, dom!hyunjin, sub!reader Mentions of death, drugs (not much), somebody gets burned by a cigar oops 

Word Count: 2.6k

Garrapata.

    The corridor was crepuscular and damp; the walls were made of a rough stone and the few light bulbs cast an orange hue and flickered in and out of existence. You leaned up against the rock, struggling to light a cigarette. You finally managed to connect the flame with the tobacco and watched as the white roll sparked to life. Puffs of smoke curled around you as you picked at your nails. 

Tocado.

Five cigarettes later, there was finally a sign of someone else. A bright white flashlight ran along the walls and you raised a hand to your eyes as it shone over you. You dropped the blunt—barely a third of it gone—and crushed it under your heel. Your brother, Baekhyun, approached you silently with two younger men following behind him. His hair, just recently dyed a sandy blonde, looked like a flame as the light bounced off it. 

His brow raised as he glanced down at the six butts that littered around your feet. He met your bored stare again and then let out a snort. You ignored him as you glanced past to the men with him. One was just barely taller than your brother, his dark brown hair parted down the side. The other was around the same height, his hair a gleaming red. 

“I didn’t know you smoked,” he commented, nose wrinkling at the smell that clung to you. 

You shrugged. “I didn’t know that you were a gang leader until a couple months ago.”

Mentiroso.

    The tall man’s eyebrow raised and his lips quirked into a smirk. He was gorgeous, even in this dim lighting. You could see the outline of a cross that hung from his ear and the sparkles of many other piercings. He wasn’t buff—more tall and lean—but the outline of a gun that hid under his shirt was enough to have you shivering. 

You and your brother didn’t share anymore words as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and guided you down tunnel. You silently counted every time your boot splashed into a puddle or when a drop of frigid water fell onto you. Baekhyun had refused to meet you outside in broad daylight. He’d given you an address, where you met a fake taxi and were driven to this nasty tunnel. You were instructed to take seven hundred medium steps into tunnel and then wait for your brother. 

His cautiousness wasn’t the old sibling you remember. Baekhyun used to be the reckless one; dragging you out at midnight, jumping off cliffs, and getting in fights with anyone that looked at him or you too long. Seeing this side of him was so odd: he was always expected to get into trouble, but this kind of trouble? This trouble where you couldn’t be stupid and had to actually stop and think? Last thing you’d expect.

Demasiado diferente. 

After he graduated from college, you never saw him again. Your father had died when you were six and he was fourteen. Your mother developed lung cancer eight years later and died just a couple months ago. You weren’t sad: you were never close with either of your parents. The most shocking thing of this whole event was your brother willingly taking you under his wing so you could go to college and get a degree. 

Your feet started to ache tremendously as you neared the end of the tunnel. It was dark outside, a complete contrast to the sunshine you’d seen when you entered this hell hole. A sleek, silver BMW waited for the four of you. A man, wearing a low baseball cap, sat in the driver’s seat. Baekhyun sat in the passenger seat and as you slid into the backseat, you found yourself between the two men. Red hair was silent as he laid his head against the window and you noticed a scar that ran through his eyebrow. 

It was Mr. Blacky that was giving you trouble. His hand rested on your thigh, the cold metal of his rings felt even through your jeans. He was looking out the window, pretending like he wasn’t two inches away from your core, but you could see the small smirk. Frustration roiled through you and you couldn’t tell if it was pure or sexual. 

“Is there a reason I had to come live with you, dear brother?” You piped up, shifting your legs so that Mr. Blacky’s hand fell away. “I mean, mom and dad’s house was paid off, couldn’t I just stay there and you pay for college? I love living in that big, scary house all alone.”

Of course you were biting at him. You were glad he allowed you to live with him, but you yearned for answers. Where had he been all these  years? He didn’t even show up at mom’s funeral and didn’t contact you until two months after her death. You’d been alone for all those months. In that huge-ass, dark, creaky house. 

Muy solitario. 

There were probably ghosts that were waiting to feed on your soul.

Baekhyun didn’t give you the honor of his response.

“I was neomu lonely, Bak,” you grumbled, playing with the string bracelet on your wrist. You heard him shift, his expensive-ass leather jacket squeaking against the custom leather seats. 

“Did you keep up with your Korean lessons?” He asked, slowly shifting the subject.

You frowned. “No. I dropped it and took Spanish.”

Silencio. 

“I’ll have you know that I actually got an award on my spanish. Top of my class. My spanish teacher gave a speech at my graduation. I can speak it fluently. I could probably move to Spain or Mexico—never come back,” you rambled. Baekhyun always hated your ranting and how you had this weird ability to go on and on about the most stupid shit. He deserved thirty hours worth of pointless rambling. “I’ve actually been thinking of taking French. Maybe I could become a professional translator; wouldn’t that be cool? I could travel the world, talk to the locals—OOOO I could run, like, a travel critic blog. Muy bien!” 

You clapped your hands.

“You didn’t mention how fucking annoying she was,” Baseball Cap spoke up. His voice was deep and gravelly.

“This is her way of taking her anger out on me.”

You felt like a scolded child as you sat there. That was the one thing you’d always hated about your brother: his ability to make you shut up with some simple statement. He knew you too well, he knew exactly what got under your skin. He knew how to make you feel stupid or childish and as the years went by, he only got better at it. 

And so, you went silent for the rest of the ride.

☁☁☁☁☁☁

It took you less than a week to learn the rules of the house. Baekhyun told everyone what to do and they all listened. It was rough, nearly impossible for you, your inner self always begging to challenge him. But Baekhyun made it clear he wouldn’t treat you any differently just because the same blood pumps through your hearts. You learned that when he dragged you to a windowless room and let you sit there all night without any dinner.

    You also had to sit through the embarrassing “Off Limits” meeting. It was an hour long talk where Baekhyun repeatedly reminded his men and women that you were untouchable. If anyone so dare as look at you for more than a second, their heads would be ripped off and guts shoveled into a meat grinder. You never agreed to it, but here you were, alone and untouched.

Que divertido.

    You poked at your dinner, staring boredly at the wall. Baekhyun was gone, along with almost everybody, so you were left alone with Mr. Blacky. In other words: Hwang-fucking-gorgeous-Hyunjin. The boy with his stupid teasing smiles, little smirks, and eyebrow raises would not leave you alone. He was older than you by barely a month, but you’d never guess by the way he held himself like the king of the world.

He was a more handsome, younger version of Baekhyun.

And it sucked. 

    If you had known the Baekhyun was trying to turn his men into multiple versions of himself, you would’ve thrown yourself out a window. Hell, you would’ve flipped off the mysterious mailman who delivered the letter you got two weeks ago. This wasn’t fun, this was suburban. 

“So, you’re the royal babysitter?” You asked, looking up at Hyunjin. He sat on the counter, scrolling through his phone and not sparing you a single glance as he answered.

“Sure.”

“You’re barely older than me,” you pouted, “I don’t need a babysitter.”

    He held up the pack of cigarettes he had confiscated from you not even five minutes ago. You watched, your mouth watering, as he shook the packet at you. There was the other rule: no smoking. Or at least not for Y/N or around Y/N. Everyone else constantly smelled like weed and tobacco, but you would never see the drugs again in your life.

“Didn’t you try to leave last time you were alone?”

He spoke about the event as if it wasn’t yesterday. 

“I’m the leader’s younger sister! Don’t you think I deserve some form of special treatment?” You cried, shoving your plate away from you. The boy looked up, watching as the china skittered to the other side of the table before peacefully stopping.

Maldita. 

    You stood up, letting the chair clatter around the shiny tiles. Your feet stomped against the floor as you marched towards the boy. A slap ran through the room as you slammed your hands down on his knees, eyes narrowing as you looked up at him. You leaned forward until your faces were mere inches apart.

“I’m not a child.”

“Then why do you act like one?”

    Then he smiled, and there was something about it that was so wrong and so right at the same time. It was sadistic and perfect. Ice shards and fire blazed through your body as a craze lit up his eyes. He tilted his head at you, his hand coming up to run along your cheek and then over your brow bone. 

“You say you want special privileges?” He hummed. His thumb moved down and ran along your lips. Your mouth slowly opened, an ache starting in your core as he slipped the digit in. His knees tightened around your body and he brought your mouth to his.

    You weren’t sure what you were expecting. The taste of weed and addiction? Something bitter? Instead, he tasted like smarties and you could feel his chapped lips pressed against yours. He gripped your chin tightly in his hand as he easily slipped his tongue into your mouth. Your straightened up, moaning into his mouth as his other hand came up to tighten around your throat. 

    He pulled back for barely a second, inhaling sharply before his lips crashed onto yours again. You whimpered, letting your hands slide up his legs and rest on his upper thighs. Your thumbs rubbed circles on his inner thigh and you didn’t miss the way he bucked up into your touch. Hyunjin nipped teasingly at your lips and then pulled back.

    His mouth moved achingly slow along your jaw and then he moved to your ear. Pain laced through your body and pleasure ran to your core as he teeth dug into the upper part of the shell. The soft moan you let out pulled one from him and his grip tightened on your neck. 

“You know,” he whispered into your ear, “you act like such a big, bad girl, but I bet you’ve never had a true taste of danger, hmmm? Do you want it? How badly baby?”

    You panted, eyes slowly meeting his dilated ones as he pulled back and stared at you. It took only one fluid movement for him to hop off the counter, spin you around, and bend you over the marble. Gasps and whimpers of excitement started to leave you. 

Placer y dolor. 

    You felt Hyunjin’s bulge press against your thigh as he ran his hand down your spine. Tingles raced through you and shivered in anticipation. The boy’s desperation bled through as he reached for your yoga pants. He pulled them down quickly, taking your panties with it. He ran his index finger down your folds and then a soft chuckle left him.

“I bet you’re tight too, baby,” he mused. You listen to the sound of him unbuckling his jeans and the sound of them hitting the floor. There’s the soft sound of skin rubbing against skin as he pumps himself out. You lean forward, eyes closing. 

    Hyunjin completely sinks into you in one go. A loud groan escapes you—he stretches you out painfully and deliciously and it’s addicting. His forehead rests against your back and there’s a few moments where he just silently gasps. Then he starts moving.

His thrusts are rough. His fingers dig into your thighs as he hitches you up even higher. Your gasps and his grunts fill the room as his hips smack against your ass. You’re soaked; slurping noises filling the room because of your pussy. His cock continues to hit your g-spot repeatedly and your eyes start to roll into the back of your head.

“Fuck, I could ruin you,” he gasps out, “and no one would ever know. Shit, baby, shit.”

Arruinarme. 

“Just as tight as I thought.”

Arruinarme.

    You felt your high approaching and you unconsciously clenched around him, silently begging for him to finish with  you. And then just as you’re there, just as you feel the beginning of the flashes, he pulled out. You hold still, too shocked to whine or look back. 

Then you hear the all time familiar sound.

Tsssst. 

    You peeked over your shoulder, eyes widening as you watch him light a cigarette. Hyunjin meets your gaze and grins, something broken and psychotic hanging in the depths of his orbs. You watch as he takes a slow puff and then presses a kiss to your neck, the smoke filling the air around the two of you. 

Arruinarme. 

“You can take it baby, whether you want to or not,” he said. 

    Part of you knows what he’s about to do, but the hazy part of your brain refuses to keep up. Then you feel it, a quick jump of pain. You hissed, your head falling against your forearms as the cigarette is pressed to your thigh. You smell it—it’s so subtle, but it’s there—the smell of your own flesh, burning. He pulls it back and you stiffen as you prepare yourself for the next tap. He presses it to your other thigh and this time you let out a loud whimper. Pleasure comes with the pinch this time and your eyes flutter shut. 

“Such a whore, aren’t you?” He laughs.

Then he throws the blunt in the sink and sheaths himself inside you again. His pace picks up, almost as if he never stopped. It barely takes a few seconds for you to finish, your fingers digging into the counter as you tighten around him. Hyunjin grunts and he thrusts harshly through his own orgasm. His seed spills into you and down your legs as he continues to fuck it into you. 

Arruinarme. 

Then he pulls back, letting you breathe. You do, taking in big gulps of air, your legs shaking, and eyes fluttering shut. He lights another cigarette and hands it to you. You accept graciously, puffing on it. The smoke fills the kitchen as the boy helps you back into your pants and then pulls up his own. He runs a hand through his dark hair and then winks at you.

A swirl of smoke surrounds your head as he walks out. 

You hum to yourself.

“Arruinarme.”

[themaskedwriter]

A Hands-On Exercise

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader

Word count: 5631

Summary: You hate your job, your life, and the cracks in your bedroom ceiling. Fortunately, you’ve got the chance of a lifetime after hacking—ethically hacking, that is—into Tony Stark’s systems. Unfortunately, your interview ends with you inadvertently pissing off the Winter Soldier. Will he forgive you for hacking into his arm?

Warnings: mild swearing, mild sensuality, mildly unethical behavior 

Clues: This author’s niece is strictly normal, but she loves her anyway. And—what the heck? Is that a five-color palette?

———

Your index finger hovers over the enter key.

“Should I do it?” you ask.

“No.” Kim’s voice brokers no argument, even with the slight lisp due to the highlighter in her teeth. She turns another page in her book.

“Hmph.”

You’re lying on the floor in Kim’s room, your legs stretched up the wall and your laptop digging into your stomach. It’s uncomfortable, but you’re trying to make the biggest decision of your life. Moving would be sub-optimal.

The program you’re maybe about to run is one you’ve been working on for years. One that might land you the job of a lifetime. A teenage dream, and now a potential reality.

If.

If, if, if.

“So as far as I see it,” you start, sitting up, “there’s three ways this could go.”

Kim groans and tosses her book and highlighter aside.

“First,” you continue, holding up a finger, “this program doesn’t actually work and nothing happens.”

“That would be ideal,” Kim drawls.

“Second.” Another finger. “The program does work, but either not well enough or he’s not impressed, and I get arrested or something. Third—” you stick up a third and final finger— “it works and he’s so impressed he hires me.”

“I don’t see how any of those options are good,” Kim mutters. “You’re a failure, you get another mark on your criminal record, or you have to move.”

“For this, I’d move without complaining.”

Kim snorts. “I’ll believe that when I see it.”

You prop yourself up on your knees and lean over the edge of Kim’s bed. You bat your eyelashes at her. “So you do want to see what happens.”

“Uh, no.” Kim drops her hand on your head. Her gaze is serious. “I’d be a terrible friend if I actually encouraged you in this. It’s illegal.”

“Well…”

“You have a steady job,” Kim continues.

“With a below-market salary,” you retort. You shake her hand off your head and frown up at her. “Besides, it’s boring. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life making sure social media conglomerates can steal our private information in peace.”

Kim rolls her eyes. “I don’t know if you’re using the word ‘boring’ correctly.”

“Well, whatever. I’m doing it.”

You grab your laptop off the floor and hit enter. The program starts to run.

“Oh my god, it’s working!” You jump to your feet and bounce around the room, squealing with delight. “It worked!”

The program finishes with a happy beep, and you collapse next to Kim.

The two of you wait with bated breath, staring at the screen. Minutes pass.

Nothing happens.

You glance at Kim. Her eyes are as big as saucers.

“Nothing happened,” Kim whispers.

“I realized that,” you snap. You slam your computer shut and ball your hands into fists. All that, for nothing?

God damn it.

—

“Tony?”

“Hey Bruce, c’mon in. Check it out.” Tony wheels his stool back and holds up his latest project.

Bruce Banner shuffles into the lab, a tablet under his arm and a pinched look on his face.

“What’s with the long face?” Tony asks.

“You have a message.” Bruce untucks the tablet from his arm and holds it screen side up. A holographic message appears in the air, rotating slowly.

Tony blinks as he waits for it to turn enough for him to read it. “‘Hacker for hire?’ What the heck is this?” He grabs the tablet; his free hand moves in a dizzying blur over the white code, scrolling through it at lightning speed. “Bruce, what the heck—”

“I dunno, Tony! It just showed up.” Bruce shifts his weight and crosses his arms tight across his chest.

Tony sits back in his chair and goes through the code slower. Bruce hovers at his side, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.

After a minute, Tony Stark begins to laugh.

—

Three hours have passed, and still nothing. You cried on Kim’s bed, on Kim’s shoulder, and now you’re recovering from crying into your own pillow. The pillowcase is damp with your tears, but you can’t bring yourself to flip the damn thing.

You spent years working on that program, and nothing had come of it. Of all people, you thought Tony Stark would work fast. If he hasn’t reacted by now, he doesn’t care.

Or it failed, and you just don’t realize it, chimes a nasty voice in your head.

You flip onto your back and glare up at the ceiling, eyes still smarting. There’s just enough ambient light for you to make out the cobweb cracks emanating from the ceiling lamp, the yellow stain over the door, the peeling paint in the corners of the room. All the trappings of being stuck.

God, you hate this life.

You huff and curl up in a fetal position, arms tight across your chest. Luxury is absurd to imagine, but solid comfort? Something lasting, something beyond okay?

You’d almost kill for that. Hell, you’d spend years working on a project to infiltrate Stark Industries. And you hadn’t done anything really wrong. You’d just… left a message. Exposed some hairline fractures in their security.

If it had even worked.

It’s the not knowing that’s the worst of it. At this point, even the police barging in would be a welcome distraction. Then at least you’d know.

But no. You have to continue with your bland, boring, banal life.

And you have work in the morning. Your alarm is set to go off at six—public transit takes forever—and now it’s closer to one than twelve. You close your eyes and try to force yourself into serenity.

Just as you’re finally drifting off, your phone starts to ring. You jerk awake with a gasp. You snag your phone from the windowsill next to your bed—it’s an unknown number calling, one that has somehow bypassed your do-not-disturb mode. You answer it with trembling hands.

“Hello?”

“Pack a bag,” Tony Stark’s voice says. “You’ve got an interview at nine am.”

Click.

You sit up slowly. Blood rushes in your ears. It’s so loud—did you imagine the whole thing? No, the number is still there in your call history, and an email pops up—flight information for a private flight to New York.

Well then.

Maybe you don’t have work in the morning.

—

The entire travel experience is beyond bizarre. Someone—you assume it wasn’t Tony Stark himself—arranged for a taxi to pick you up at four am, and someone met you right at the airport’s entrance to take your bag. You didn’t have to lift a finger, at home or in New York.

It felt wrong. But not so wrong that you didn’t sleep on the plane, or in the car to the compound. You dread to think what you’re going to look like at nine.

By the time the sleek black car pulls up to the gates of the Avengers compound around eight thirty, you’ve straightened yourself out. From what you can see in the dark mirrored glass separating you from the driver,  you look… presentable. Not your best, perhaps, but as good as could be expected on three hours’ sleep. Your clothes aren’t wrinkled, at least. Thank god you’ve kept your interview outfit hung up.

The gates open, and you stare around in wonder. You don’t know enough about architecture to name the style of the buildings, but they definitely cost a fortune to heat. Not today, though. Today it’s unseasonably warm, and the sprawling lawns are dotted with people exercising. Yoga, sparring…

You press your nose against the window, heart racing. The two men sparring not fifty feet away are Avengers! Falcon and the Winter Soldier. Your mouth goes dry at the sight—both of them are in sweatpants and short sleeves, and they are ripped. In the few seconds they’re in view, you can see clearly that the Winter Soldier’s mismatched arms are equally buff.

Now there’s a feat of engineering.

You sit back and fan your face, a private grin growing on your face. If you can keep Tony Stark’s attention, those guys are going to be your coworkers.

Nice.

From there, it’s a blur to the conference room where Tony will be meeting you in—you check your phone—twenty-two minutes. There’s a tablet waiting for you there.

“See what you can make of that before Mr. Stark arrives,” your chauffeur-cum-tour guide says as he leaves. The door shuts behind him with a click, but you’re already buried in code.

—

“Your credentials certainly are impressive.”

“Thank you,” you say.

Tony Stark tosses the clipboard with your resume on it back onto the table. He leans back in his chair and knits his fingers together in his lap. He’s dressed casually, with a band shirt under his sports jacket. “So why’d you hack into our systems?”

“I want to work with you.” You sit up even straighter and tighten your lips in determination. “The work you do is incredible. It’s as advanced as anything outside Wakanda.” Tony screws up his mouth; you suppress a smirk at his display of ego. “I’ve always wanted to be surrounded by innovation.”

“Well, your application was certainly innovative. Full of, what’s the word, gumption.”

You grin and press your hands tighter together between your legs. “I’ve got that too.”

Tony holds up the clipboard again, covering half his face. He looks between it and you, a teasing look in his eyes. You bite your tongue and wait.

Through all those years that you were working and dreaming, you’d never really thought about the interview. Somehow, you’d skipped entirely over it. Impress Tony Stark, get hired. But there’s a middle step in there. And here you are, in an interview, trying not to mess everything up.

“So what did you think of that little project I set up for you?” Tony asks, nodding to the tablet in front of you.

You flinch. You hadn’t had that long to investigate. What you had figured out seems too bizarre to be serious, but it’s all you have. And you certainly aren’t going to bullshit your way through this one.

“It’s like an artificial nervous system,” you tell him. “Or part of one. From the shape of things, I’d say it was an arm, bu—”

“Yes!” Tony jumps up from his chair, clipboard abandoned, and hurries out of the room. You stand slowly, heart pounding. Tony sticks his head back inside, a wicked grin on his face. “Bring the tablet, and come with me.”

—

There’s an arm in a box.

A metal arm in a black box on a table in a lab in the Avengers compound.

What even is your life right now?

“So here’s your hands-on practical,” Tony says gleefully. He’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, one hand on your shoulder, as you both peer into the shallow box on the lab table. “Get it? Hands-on?”

“Hilarious. I’m dying,” you deadpan.

“Don’t hurt yourself. Your assignment is to hack into this arm and give me a thumbs up.”

“Is that all?” you blurt.

Tony stills, eyebrows inching towards his hairline. “You say that in a very unconcerned tone of voice. That makes me concerned.” He steps back and crosses his arms. “Alright then. Your assignment is to hack into this arm and give me a thumbs up. In under thirty minutes.”

“You got it.”

You hop onto the edge of the table and cross your dangling feet. Piece of cake.

—

You stare at the arm in the box, your heart in your throat. It’s been twenty-seven minutes, and you’ve just run a program that should have reshaped the dormant arm in front of you.

But nothing happened.

Tony Stark is standing at the window overlooking the main lawn. He’s gone back to his bouncing—is something happening out there? You turn away, eyes stinging, and clear the program.

“No, no, do it again,” Tony exclaims.

You blink. You run the program again, and Tony laughs loud and bright.

“Amazing!” He shakes his head, still chuckling. You look down at the arm in the box. It hasn’t moved.

“Wha—”

There’s a slew of shouting from outside that’s muffled by the windows, but you can very clearly make out some derogatory remarks directed at—Tony?

Oh no.

“Damn,” Tony says. He pats the window and meanders towards the door, counting quietly to himself as he does.

You back away from the arm in the box, hands and tablet frozen in front of you. The arm in the box hadn’t moved.

The arm in the box wasn’t supposed to move.

That could only mean…

“Three, two, one.” Tony’s murmured countdown comes to an end.

The doors burst open, slamming against the wall and shaking the whole room. The Winter Soldier barrels inside, the muscles of his right arm in sculpted definition thanks to his tight fist. His metal arm, on the other hand, is stiff and awkward.

Stiff, awkward, and with a thumbs up.

He stalks towards Tony, who backs away quickly, his eyes snapping to you. You steady yourself on a stool and surreptitiously cancel the program.

Bucky Barnes stops in his tracks halfway to Tony and stares down at his left hand. He wiggles his fingers, bends his elbow, and makes a fist.

“What the hell did you do?” he growls at Tony.

“You think that was me?” Tony asks, hand over his heart. “Bless. It was her.” He tilts his head in your direction.

“What? No!” you gasp.

Bucky takes a single menacing step towards you before stopping in his tracks. He wrinkles his nose in surprise as he looks you up and down. When he meets your eyes again, his eyes are dark with what you assume is rage.

You’re frozen in place, too shocked to move or even speak. You’ve been obsessed with Tony Stark for years. Bucky Barnes? Not so much.

What had past you been thinking? Bucky looks ready to murder you, but he’s the sexiest person you’ve ever seen. The distant view on the drive over hadn’t done him any justice. The arms, the abs, the face, those piercing blue eyes… You can’t fight the heat rising to your cheeks. You can’t look away.

Bucky’s gaze lands on the tablet in your hand. He glances at the arm on the table between you with sudden realization. When his steely eyes dart back to yours, you suddenly realize you’re staring. You look away, cheeks hotter than ever.

“I didn’t know—” you start.

“Obviously not,” Bucky snaps. “Who even are you?”

“She’s my new hacker,” Tony says before you can answer. “So be nice, or she’ll do the same thing again.”

“I will not,” you retort. “I’m an ethical hacker, Mr. Stark.”

Tony raises his eyebrows at you. “You will not hack into Manchurian Candidate’s arm, or will not take the job?”

You blink. Oh my god. You got the job? You got the job!

“I’ll take the job!” you say quickly. Relief rushes through you; you feel like you’ve just gained ten years of your life back. You take a steadying breath and jab a finger towards Tony. “But I don’t usurp bodily autonomy for fun. Or revenge.”

“What do you usurp bodily autonomy for?” Tony asks curiously.

“Now there’s a loaded question,” you quip.

Bucky huffs and storms out of the room. You stare after him, your sudden good mood evaporating, but Tony laughs and takes the tablet out of your slack hands.

“Touché. Let’s get out of here and hook you up with the paper shufflers over in human resources.”

You follow Tony out of the lab, but your stomach sinks as you give one last look to the immobile arm in the box.

You’ve got the job. You’ve got the respect of acclaimed genius Tony Stark, your lifelong idol.

So why are you so damn upset?

—

Three weeks later is your official start date. Not enough time to find a subletter for your room in Kim’s apartment, but the salary is good enough to cover your rent for a couple months while you wait for Craigslist to work its magic.

Your new dress code is even more lax than your old job, but you still take care on day one. Everyone will be there, apparently. It’s your chance to meet the other programmers and—more excitingly—to meet the Avengers.

It’s your chance to start fresh with Bucky Barnes.

Thoughts of Bucky had plagued you from the moment he’d clapped eyes on you. If at first you’d been stunned speechless by his looks, by the time you get back to the compound on your first day you’ve been consumed by more than just his face, or his body.

You’re caught in an endless loop of admiration, shame, and desire. Admiration for his body, shame for what you’d done, and desire for forgiveness—and, if you’re honest, desire for him. You’d noticed his first surprised stare, one tinged with awareness, and you couldn’t help but wonder what he’d thought of you before that scowl overcame his perfect features. You’d read about him, too; you’d known some of his story, but the entirety of it was overwhelming. He’d survived the worst, and come out still a hero.

Thinking back on your own story, you wince. How often had you whined to Kim about your less-than-ideal circumstances? You can only dream of Bucky’s strength.

When Tony’s assistant shows you into the lounge, you hover awkward and unnoticed in the doorway. Most of them are sitting around a coffee table on low couches and chairs, all very upscale and very clean. You spot Tony, of course, but your eyes are drawn to Bucky. He’s at the end of one of the couches, scrolling through his phone, his metal hand toying with his hair. Even at this distance, you can see the way his eyelashes brush against his cheek. The sight of him there, so calm and—dare you say—vulnerable makes your stomach flip.

Was he still angry at you? You’d give anything to see his smile…

Tony finally notices you.

“You made it!” he calls.

Bucky whips his head up and meets your eyes. For a brief moment, his face is clear, his lips barely parted as he looks at you. Then his face darkens and he looks away. His mouth is pressed into such a thin line that his usually full lips have all but vanished. Your hopeful smile falls, your heart falling with it.

Still angry, yeah.

“Chill, man,” Tony says to Bucky. He ambles over and slings an arm around your shoulder. “You know Barnes, of course. Did you know he killed my parents?”

Bucky stalks away without another word. You shrug Tony’s arm off. Ice settles in your veins.

You do know who killed Tony’s parents.

And it wasn’t Bucky Barnes.

“Tony—can I call you Tony?”

“Absolutely.” He beckons over the others, who approach slowly. You recognize Falcon, Scarlet Witch, the Black Widow. There are others too, but you pull your focus back to Tony. You set your jaw and steel your nerves.

“If you use me as an accessory to pull any more bullshit on Mr. Barnes over there, you will not like the results.”

Tony raises his eyebrows and whistles low. “Alright, alright. Just having a little fun.”

“I guess we have different ideas of fun,” you say stiffly, arms crossed.

“Tony grows on you,” the Black Widow says. “But she’s right, Tony. Anyway, she’s new. Don’t drag her into the drama on day one.”

“Wait until day two, at least.” Falcon—Sam Wilson—elbows Tony aside and grins at you. “If you aren’t going to introduce us, Tony, get out of the way, will you?” His smile is contagious; there’s a gap between his teeth that only makes him look more charming. “I’m Sam. Nice to meet you. A real pleasure.”

You beam up at him. “Nice to meet you, Sam.”

You shake hands with the rest of the team—Wanda, Natasha, Scott, James, and Vision—while Bucky ignores the proceedings in favor of burying himself in his phone once again, this time at the other end of the room.

By the time Tony escorts you out ten minutes later, you’re already struck by the familiarity they all have together. There’s a camaraderie you’ve never had with a group of friends, much less at work. Latent tensions are there too—Tony or Bucky seem to be the center of most of them—but they aren’t enough to split the group.

It’s like they’re a family.

Your heart clenches at the thought. A family. Not a perfect one, but a real one. Maybe one day you’ll be part of it.

One day.

For now, you trail after Tony as he leads you back to the same lab you’d been in when you met Bucky Barnes. Tony’s talking about the launch of his last project; you’re too distracted to pay proper attention.

You hadn’t anticipated how much things would change. None of your other job changes were this hard—but none of your other jobs had ever been anything as insane as this. You’ll get used to it, in time.

You hope.

“You know,” Tony says out of nowhere, “you have got gumption. I like you, kid.”

“Uh, thanks.”

“Barnes and I don’t get on great. For obvious reasons. And he’s a real easy target—he goes right off. Guy has no chill.”

You bite your lip. If Bucky has no chill, maybe Tony shouldn’t push at him. But you’re not sure you want to say that out loud. You’ve served enough gumption for one day.

God forbid you ruin everything.

But Tony glances at you and grins. “I can tell what you’re thinking. Pepper says the same thing, really. Sorry I dragged you into it, but I hadn’t managed to crack the safety features on his arm, and I’ve been dying to do it since he got here. Thought it’d be pretty harmless, all things considered.”

He pushed the doors to the lab open. If you weren’t so damn distracted, you’d be giddy with delight. This is where you work now. Holy shit.

Still, you can’t get to business while you’re still so distracted with thoughts of Bucky Barnes and his scowl.

“Well,” you say hesitantly, “after decades of having no autonomy, I can see why he was so upset. And I don’t really want him to hate me. I have to work with him, after all.”

“Eh, he’ll get over it.” Tony settles in his wheeling stool. From a workstation, he makes a hand gesture and—holy shit, blue holographic images blow up into life-size. And thank god, it’s not Bucky’s arm.

It’s the Iron Man suit.

Half of you is screaming internally. The Iron! Man! Suit! This is real! It is real! You let out a slow breath as you approach.

Meanwhile, your other half wants to strangle Tony for his callousness. And of the two halves, you’d rather talk about Bucky than let Tony Stark know how impressed you are. Even if it means that Tony gets an inkling of how much Bucky is consuming your thoughts.

“He seemed pretty pissed at me,” you say. You reach up and play around with a holographic cube that Tony sends your way.

“There is that.” Tony strokes his goatee as he runs through the schematic. He highlights a few areas—knees, blasters, visor—and then says, “How about I let you get away with one—just one—little bit of revenge?”

You blink. “Revenge?”

“Yeah.” Tony keeps up with his work even as his words come fast and easy. “You can make peace with Barnes by hacking into something of mine. Just once, mind, and nothing dangerous.” He slants a grin your way. “You’re ethical, right?”

“It’s in the job description,” you answer automatically. You sit against a lab table, bemused. Tony Stark is weird. Who volunteers to get hacked? By their employee, no less.

But you’re intrigued. Working with Bucky, redeeming yourself in his eyes by playing a harmless prank? He seems serious, but maybe this will be the thing to mellow him out. Maybe this will be the thing that makes him smile.

All you have to do is get him to listen to you, and you can do it.

“Alright,” you say. “You’re on.”

—

Of course, getting Bucky to listen to you involves actually getting within speaking distance. It takes two and a half weeks. You get to know everyone else—Sam, Natasha, Wanda, even Pepper to a degree—but Bucky avoids you like the plague. Every time you catch sight of him, you only just manage to catch his attention before he flees. Sometimes he blanches, sometimes he flushes, but regardless of his expression he’s gone before you can corner him.

If you didn’t have a mission, you would have given up on day two. But you have a plan, and you’re too set on it to focus on the pain in your chest every time his eyes widen and look pointedly away.

Finally, you catch him. You’re heading down the stairs in the atrium, humming gone off-key with the bounce in your step, when Bucky starts up. He’s buried in his smartphone—typical, you think—and you stop short in surprise. He’s in exercise clothes again, a tight t-shirt and low-slung sweats that make your mouth water and your thighs clench. You’ve been surrounded by superheroes for weeks, but the sight of this one is still enough to bring fire to your cheeks.

Bucky only looks up when he’s five steps below you, and he freezes like a deer in headlights. His blue eyes are wide as dinner plates. He backs down a step.

“Wait,” you blurt. You take a step after him and hold out a hand. “Please don’t run away again.”

Bucky glances around. There are people in the atrium. No one is looking at him, not yet, but you can guess what he’s thinking the second he turns back to you with his jaw set. If he runs off, someone’s bound to notice.

“What do you want?” he says curtly.

It’s the first word he’s said to you since your interview. You swallow.

“I wanted to apologize,” you tell him. His eyebrows go up, and you surge ahead. “I’m sorry for what I did to you. I thought I was working on the arm in the box. If I’d known, I never would have—”

“Yeah,” Bucky says. “I know.”

What? What the fuck!

You gape. “If you know that, why are you still angry at me?”

He blinks. “I’m not—” He runs a hand through his hair, looks aside, shifts his weight. “I’m not angry at you.”

You cross your arms and raise your eyebrows in disbelief. Is he for real? “You literally run out of the room every time I come in.”

He draws his lower lip into his mouth, then lets it out with a pop. Your eyes drop to his perfect mouth, even as you scold yourself for staring so blatantly. But when you finally meet his eyes again, he still looks nervous.

“It’s not ‘cause I’m angry,” he mumbles, dropping his eyes. He stuffs his hands in his pockets. You take the opportunity to drag your eyes down his body, but you catch yourself before you stare too long.

“Well, then what is it?”

How did this go from you apologizing to you grilling him?

“It’s ‘cause you’re cute and I yelled at you,” he blurts.

Oh.

Well.

That changes things. You lick your lips, heart beating as fast as rainpatter. “But… you didn’t yell at me.”

Bucky shuffles his feet. His shyness is the most endearing thing you’ve ever seen. With his cheeks tinged pink and his eyes low, he’s every inch the bashful daydream.

“Maybe not,” he says, “but I wasn’t nice. I’m sorry, okay?”

“Okay.” You step down a step, then another. Bucky’s head inches up until he meets your eyes. You smile down at him, too happy to care if he thinks you’re odd. “You know, while we’re on the subject, you’re cute too.”

Bucky’s breathless laugh is full of relief. He pulls his hands out of his pockets and steps closer to you, his blue eyes bright. The little crinkles on his nose and around his eyes are to die for. “Doesn’t it bother you that I was a jerk?”

You shrug. “You apologized. Tony was more of a jerk than you, frankly.” You glance back upstairs towards the lab with a frown. “I do not get how a guy that smart didn’t realize how awful that prank was.”

“I survived.” Bucky’s lips curve into a smirk. “So did he, thanks to you.”

He comes another step up, and you’re suddenly all too aware of how close you’re standing. You catch your breath, eyes flitting from his eyes to his mouth and—

Bucky stiffens and steps back, cheeks pink again, as someone goes down the stairs, passing you without any acknowledgement. A stranger, one of many you’ve yet to meet. You watch them until they’re out of earshot, then smile hopefully at Bucky.

“So,” you drawl, “how do you feel about some revenge pranking?”

—

“These vents are too small even if I lose the arm,” Bucky complains. He screws the grate back over the vent in your room with a sigh.

You snort.

“It’s almost like they were designed with you in mind,” you tease.

Bucky sticks his tongue out and throws the screwdriver at you; you duck. It bounces harmlessly on the mattress by your outstretched legs.

“Wasn’t gonna hit you,” he tells you, leaning over to retrieve it.

Your heartbeat ramps up; he’s close again, dangerously close. When he grins up at you, you clench your hands into fists to keep from pulling him closer.

Bucky goes back to screwing in the grate, and you bury yourself in your computer, cheeks blazing.

—

You’re sitting next to Bucky on his enormous bed, both of you with laptops on your knees. He’s got a video feed of the conference room open; you’re watching over his shoulder. Your computer has a program waiting to be run.

You both watch with bated breath as Tony makes his way into the conference room, flanked by Happy Hogan.

“Okay, now!”

You hit enter. The program runs, code scrolling into life on your laptop before you toss it aside and quickly tug Bucky’s computer midway between you.

The projected backdrop in the conference room goes black; the sound system whirs to life.

“Do you seriously think this is going to go over?” Bucky mutters.

“Shh! Just wait.”

A distinctive dance-pop beat blares out of the speakers. The crowd of eager journalists and media bloggers is silent for a beat, and then lets out a chorus of groans and laughs. Rick Astley’s voice begins the famous refrain: “Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down…”

You bite your lip to keep your grin from hurting your face. On Bucky’s screen, Tony stares into the camera and mouths, “Very funny.” He rolls his eyes and starts chatting into the microphone. “Sorry, folks,” he says, “we just have to wait it out. But after that, I promise I have something serious to say…”

Bucky sets his computer further down the bed and links his arms behind his head.

“It would have been more fun to watch from a vent,” he muses. “Then again, it would have been more fun if we’d gone with my idea.”

You giggle. “I did promise it’d be harmless.”

“Yeah, yeah, you and your ethics.” Bucky’s voice is teasing, warm. He twists to face you, his eyes bright. “Still, shooting a bunch of paint bullets at him during a press conference would’ve been much more interactive.”

“You’re welcome to do that on your own time,” you tell him. “I’m confident you could manage it without my skills.”

“I probably could,” Bucky agrees. He smiles and inches closer. “But why would I?”

You swallow. Bucky’s hip is touching yours; his hand is propped behind you, boxing you in. Your eyes dart to his mouth as he licks his lips. “For—revenge?”

Bucky slides his free hand—the metal one; oh lord, he can feel with that—up your leg until he’s gripping your thigh. The pressure is delicious, intoxicating; he’s so close—

“Revenge is for suckers,” he murmurs. His dark eyes drink you in, and then your eyes flutter shut as he ducks even closer. “The whole point was you.”

Then he kisses you.

His lips feel as perfect as they look—soft, plump, warm, alive—and in seconds you’re a mess. His grip on your thigh tightens, and his arm by your back circles your waist. Your hands find their way into his hair, and when you tug, he turns to putty in your hands, deep moans catching in his throat.

By the time he pulls back, you’re out of breath. His lips are fuller than ever, swollen and pink and perfect. You stroke his hair, then trace his mouth as he watches you, eyes dark.

All in all, a much better hands-on exercise than the one Tony had made you do.

The Rick Astley song finally ends, and Tony’s voice cuts through your and Bucky’s heavy breathing. The two of you make a face, and the mirrored expression prompts a laugh from you both. Bucky reaches over and slams his computer shut.

“Well,” he says, eyes twinkling, “what are the ethics of dating a coworker?”

You suck in a breath, heart full. “It depends,” you say. “Will you be good?”

Bucky’s smirk is dark and full of promise. “Depends,” he says huskily. You shiver; his voice goes straight through you. He chuckles and strokes your cheek. “For you, I’ll sure as hell try.“

[desivision]

The Desi Guide to Binge-Watching in the Holiday Season

I remember going to watch the comedy “Luv Shuv Te Chicken Khurana” at AMC Mercado in Santa Clara California a few years back. There were 3 people in the theater that afternoon. My girlfriend and I, both die-hard Bollywood first day first show fanatics. And a white guy. The movie was a slow disappointment, but the white guy loved it. He told us that he came for the color, the song, and the dance and didn't mind if the experience may be marred by badly contexed sub-titles.

Bollywood forgets that the greater audience may be beyond the desi crowd. Some filmmakers need to start thinking about that paradigm. Every time a bhangra song plays in a club, the white people love swinging into action. Holi at Stanford is mostly white and most technology companies are hotbeds of Indian culture, led by Bollywood styling.

 As Desis, Bollywood is our expression, whether we were born in the sub-continent or not, whether we moved out of India decades ago or are fresh off the boat; we know the songs, we dance to the tunes, we dress influenced by the stars, we follow their Instagram feeds, our karaoke sessions are Bollywood the theme, our conversations are lined with famous dialogues from Bollywood movies, we line up for miles outside theaters when a Rajni movie releases, we turn up in thousands when the stars visit to perform, we represent our Desiness through a lot of nuances borrowed from Bollywood. Bollywood is a big expression. Almost 2 billion people around the world get it.

Here is our recommendation list for the Christmas holidays. Whether you are a Bollywood fan or not, the quality and expression of this content will warm you this season.

  Number 10   Haq Se

Loosely based on  Louisa May Alcott's Little Women, the depiction of the lives of 4 sisters in Kashmir during the conditions it is in is a beautifully poignant story about the aspirations and ambitions of women and the society. A must watch for beautiful scenery and excellent performances by all actors. Starring Rajiv Khandelwal. Surveen Chawla, Simone Singh, directed by Ken Ghosh, Set in the turbulent terrorist infested Kashmir, the story revolves around the Mirza sisters. In Kashmir, where the society is conditioned to be very misogynistic and patriarchal. Women are suppressed and they can't voice their opinion or create their paths. This is the story of the women who dare to. Warm Kashmir colors are perfect for your holiday binge watching. View Trailer  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=orP_-9rWWy8

 Streaming on Alt Balaji

  Number 9 Inside Edge

Inside Edge is the story of the Mumbai Mavericks, a T20 cricket franchise playing in the Powerplay League. ... almost a virtue, where sex, money, and power are mere means to an end, 2 seasons of this series are a treat to watch. Created by Pawan Anshuman, starring Richa Chadha, Vivek Oberoi, Angad Bedi and Aamir Bashir, it's a perfect holiday watch for cricket fans.

Watch promo https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=es_cjyjeYbc

Streaming on Amazon Prime

   Number 8 Vir Das Jestination Unknown

Vir Das and his friends travel across India to find what out what India finds funny and inoffensive. It is a beautifully unscripted portrayal of the immense diversity of India through the lens of what is the most spontaneous script and reactions.

Though a short season, the entire narrative is binge-worthy and engaging. Perfect for a family binge.

View Promo https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c-gb-rOVLaU

Streaming on Amazon Prime

  Number 7 Sacred Games

The hair-raising plot of India's first Netflix Original is one of the highly-raved shows. The riveting cat-and-mouse game is a mixture of amazing storytelling, a fluent narrative, and brilliant acting. Sacred Games has the brilliant Nawazuddin Siddiqui playing an evil gangster and Saif Ali Khan as a troubled cop and Radhika Apte plays an intelligence officer, SG is directed by the impeccable Anurag Kashyap. PS : Not a family watch though but bingable for the holidays.

View Promo https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nfPJfBeDBtE

Streaming on Netflix

   Number 6 Powder

Powder is one of those underrated show which more than nine years old and a bit ahead of its time. The show aired on Sony TV in 2010 and went off the air due to poor ratings. Thankfully, Netflix resurrected it from the dusty corners and now offers it to everyone. The show follows a team of Narcotics Control Bureau (NCB) officers as they team up to arrest a group of drug traffickers, peddlers, and smugglers. Sure, it's nothing like Narcos, but if you like those kinds of drug crime dramas, then it might be the one for you. Interestingly, this show premiered about five years before Narcos went on air.

The show brings together an amazing cast comprising of Pankaj Tripathi, Rasika Dugal, Manish Choudhary, and Geetika Tyagi.

Quite Bingable for the holidays

Promo is here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7aL1FrEg14&feature=emb_logo&ab_channel=KaranSingh

Streaming on Netflix

 Number 5 Mirzapur

Starring starring Pankaj Tripathi, Ali Fazal, Vikrant Massey, Shweta Tripathi, Shriya Pilgaonkar, Rasika Dugal, Harshita Gaur, Divyendu Sharma,  Kulbhushan Kharband and Amit Sial, this is a brilliant crime thriller directed by Karan Anshuman and Gurmmeet Singh. With the rivetting fast paced story of the nine episodes of Season 1, this is a sure shor binge watch for the holidays for thriller buffs.

 View Promo here

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZNeGF-PvRHY&ab_channel=AmazonPrimeVideoIndia

Streaming on Amazon Prime

 Number 4  Yeh Rishtey hain Pyar Ke

Out of all the sitcoms airing on Indian Television, we love and recommend this show for holiday binge-watching. Its young, uninhibited and has a surprising storyline of a young couple and an evil mom, yet there is no regular drama in dealing with the situation. The actors are well-chosen and a few episodes into the show, you will fall in love with the characters and believe their love story. You will cry with them, you will laugh with them and put on loop their beautiful moments. This is not your traditional desi serial so be prepared for a genuine breath of fresh air.

In short, you will want to fall into the love they share. Directed by Ashish Shrivastava, produced by Rajan Shahi at Directorskutproduction; the almost 200 episodes already streaming on hotstar could be your romantic holiday season binge. The actors Shaheer Sheikh, Rhea Sharma and Ritvick Arora are well cast and carry the show on their able shoulders. A must romantic see.

View promos here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lQBDIonjD1k&ab_channel=StarPlus

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=1&v=vENv9EC10W4&feature=emb_logo

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bD4uqqRkU2M&feature=emb_logo&ab_channel=StarPlus

 Streaming on Hotstar

 Number 3 Breathe

Breathe has undoubtedly taken the Indian storytelling to another level. The plot revolves around the lives of ordinary men who are faced with unexpected situations.

Kabir Sawant, a talented officer of the criminal division, assembles the missing pieces of unrelated deaths, all of which lead him to a common suspect. It is exciting to watch how the drama unfolds between the suspect who is trying to save his dying son and the officer who is adamant to impart justice. Starring R. Madhavan, Amit Sadh, Sapna Pabbi

 Produced by Vikram Malhotra .  Completely Bingable.

View promo : https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=2&v=OstwwYcz8nI&feature=emb_logo

Streaming on Amazon Prime, An Amazon Prime Original . Watch with VPN since it is not available for USA audiences. ( for some reason)

  Number 2 Delhi Crime

Depicting the most notorious rape case in India, Delhi Crime has won major critical acclaim since it aired the first season. Its second season has also been announced after the success of the first.

It stars Shefali Shah, Adil Hussain, Rasika Dugal, Rajesh Tailang, and many other brilliant actors. The series is based on the 2012 Delhi gang-rape case, which is widely known as the Nirbhaya case. A 23-year-old girl and her male friend were beaten up and brutally assaulted in a running bus near Munirka in New Delhi while they were going home after catching a movie.

The girl was gang-raped and assaulted with an iron rod, following which the pair was thrown naked and injured on the road, after which the culprits tried to run them over with the bus. Delhi Crime tells the story from the perspective of the Delhi Police and how they dealt with what emerged as the most brutal rape case ever seen in India.

This is the most riveting depiction of the horror of rape and the aftermath.

 View Promo https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jNuKwlKJx2E&feature=emb_logo&ab_channel=Netflix

 Streaming on Netflix. A Netflix original.

Number 1 The Family Man

Srikant Tiwari is a middle-class man who also serves as a world-class spy. Srikant tries to balance his familial responsibilities with the demands of the highly secretive special cell of the National Intelligence  Agency that he is working for. While he tries to protect the nation from terrorists, he also has to protect his family from the impact of his secretive, high-pressure, and low paying job.

Gripping Screenplay, dark humor, middle-class frame of reference, Enthralling, engrossing, riveting narrative. All of what makes this Manoj Bajpayee, Priyamani, Gul Panag web series such a top of the list for holidays binge. Notably, this is directed by Raj and DJ, the guys behind Stree and Bala.

 View Promo here. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XatRGut65VI&ab_channel=AmazonPrimeVideoIndia

 Streaming on Amazon Prime, An Amazon Prime Original.

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Back to Me

Most people know that I follow an abridged variation of a Paleolithic/Ketogenic diet. It makes me feel the most optimal and reduces a lot of my inflammation and hormonal imbalances. Also I’ve never really been a big carb or grain persons so it was an easy transition mentally. This has just been what has worked for me to feel optimal. When I was younger, I ate whatever I wanted, when I wanted and proceeded to exercise like I was getting paid for it. I don’t have that time or energy anymore so my current lifestyle is well supported by my diet. And while I have a general label for how I eat so other people can easily digest it, I don’t particularly care to label it. I try to keep things paleo but Quest Bars are my crack, literally candy bars. I get one life and even if I reincarnate, the experiences in that lifetime won’t solidify my satisfaction in this one. So I still eat what I want, when I want but instead of focusing on the immediate satisfaction that it gives me, I focus on the long term gratification I can derive while still making sure I don’t feel deprived. It works for me and that’s all I worry about.

Recently, I started a new job, I’ll probably talk about that more in depth at some point, but it’s a very youthful workforce and the company operates in the ad tech space. Which means everyone is aware of diets based on the loose depictions they can find on Instagram; legit, no shade. I’ve been on my food protocol for about 2 years and over the past year have cut down to eating once a day, which I just prefer to be freshly made at home right before bed. This translates to me surviving the work day on coffee and water alone. Which translates to everyone having an opinion on their lack of willpower communicated through copious questions and declarations I’d rather not entertain. Like I said, it’s a new job. But whenever I glaze over the details of how I choose to eat, people immediately start throwing out buzzwords as if I remembered the definition and not the word itself. This is usually followed up with some variation of:

“They say that is/is not good for you because some bullshit study somewhere in some bullshit magazine somewhere else.”

I follow an eating protocol that works for me, my goals, and my overall health from both an internal feeling perspective and careful attention to medical markers. Added fact that I love biology which means I actually look at the basis of science studies to look at their original reasoning for deriving a hypothesis, the control of the study, who backed it, and the subsequent reporting along with the counter arguments. I.e. I look at the big picture and not just what “they say” as a basis for how I live my life and make decisions. How I eat works for me but it may not work for everyone else. I do a lot of people’s diet plans and I almost always start out with a list of carbs to intake. Just because I limit the type and amount of carbs I eat, doesn’t mean that everyone else would benefit from such. I may be an accountant but I am not a copy/paste formula. And “they” don’t know everything. Just because some people have made buckets of what Is and is not healthy does not mean that it is 100% accurate. They haven’t studied you and your bodies reaction to the blanket list that they’ve decided to impart on the public. And the public, being the public, has a low tolerance for research and assuming their own opinions; we all love when some stranger says something on the internet super convincingly and have broken it down in a manner in which we can regurgitate without much reference for what is actually said.

This isn’t a conversation about diets. And I’m no better for the flaw in which I’m pointing out. We all go to pseudo-authorities to help make formalized decisions for us on both short-term and long-term decisions. From what to eat, to figuring out our careers, choosing partners, relaxation methods, methods for creating happiness in our lives, and so much more. Consultation is one of the most common things we all do and we always tend to consult, directly or in-directly, those in which we believe have a stronger foundation in the topic than we do. You want career advice, you consult someone who has a career length or position in which you desire to. You want fitness or dieting advice, you consult the trainer or dietitian. More commonly you follow the person who competes on Instagram or ask your friend who’s always been skinny/buff, depending on your goals. You want to know how to navigate your relationship, you ask people who have relationships in which you aspire to. At least, in theory this is the manner in which people go about things. Everyone consults based on their immediate circle and the manners in which they trust other to help them navigate their problems. I don’t believe in monogamy, yet all of my friends in relationships consult me on how to secure their relationships and improve the quality of because they’re aware I'm going to advise them based on the value of our friendship and not my personal views on the matter. I know trainers that constantly tell their clients that to achieve their results, it require discipline and consistency yet their clients chief question, paraphrasing, is what they can buy to achieve that. So they in turn sell them accountability until the person can gain that for themselves and routines that are built around the person’s goals. At my gym there is a trainer who I’ve seen float the exact same workout to both men and women trying to achieve completely different goals, only changing the duration, intensity and repetition of the workout. That is so not how it works but that is how a lot of people work. “This worked for me or I have found x so it should work for you and anyone else who asks.”

This theme of listening to the “they” hit a real head recently. I greatly enjoy the role of devil’s advocate. No particular reason, it brings me joy and that’s all that matters. So going with the current is rather easy but personally, infuriating. I would go online to browse random sub-reddits and a bunch of jack-offs behind their keyboard were operating on a full level of knowledge, confidence and rudeness you could tell was in-organic. I would entertain a public discord on some newsworthy topic and was subsequently met with opinions that nobody could concretely defend. And all that diet shit I mentioned earlier. So when it was time to decide my next project, I didn’t even want to do one. I looked back on my recent projects and then broadened that to my entire works over the past year from the creation of this website to side projects I had picked up and was entirely confused. I had no idea what I didn’t like about everything as a package nor that impressed by individual projects. Even my posts were bugging me. So far from the course in which I originally set. And somewhere in reflecting on why people found it so appropriate to consult me on my own practices from an outside party in which neither of us ever regarded personally, something clicked. It’s been a very inauthentic experience. Sure I have some projects here that I absolutely adore. Yes, I have gotten to do something I love, work with people in the manner I desire, and develop my skills in a manner I never really thought I could before. Of course this has been a cathartic outlet with great growth and has had a visibly positive impact both in my and other’s lives. It has also just made me grow closer with a lot of people by opening up the realm of conversation. It’s dope. But something still wasn’t clicking. My writing was getting weaker and almost always derived from an emotional perspective. I kept trying to change my website and Instagram layout but could never figure out how to keep it in the manner I developed it. Photo-shoots had more to do with getting content out or making a quick buck on the side rather than developing an idea and creating a story from it.

I had developed a business and parts of my life on the advice and consultation of people who have no actual basis of authority. And doing things strictly to impress others or at the console of something others have an opinion on yet no tangible marker of authority is dissatisfying to say the least. I don’t like social media almost strictly based on not giving a fuck about the facade that people put on to have these amazing lives they don’t nor entertain the countless opinions of people who can’t keep that same energy. I originally designed my website in the taste of my ex-boyfriend who had never designed anything for public consumption or really taken any action on anything. Adjusting concepts and final visions on the advice of a person who just on-looks but doesn’t operate. Then I look at the approach I developed in writing to be more open in my communication about my emotions and life at the advice of all my friends who like to act like they have none, self explanatory why I should have not listened. Broaden the pattern, I had an abysmal living arrangement on the advice of people who suggested the money saved would be best long-term. In short, a bunch of opinions from people who have nothing to lose in the outcome. And it all just settled. I couldn’t take much pride in things when the outcome was based more on the advice of non-active participants than myself. Which was my own fault. I can consult the world but I don’t have to take the world’s advice. It was something I’ve always known and implemented in my life yet neglected in my business. Putting off projects because my consultants didn’t particularly like the idea or get it. Wondering if I needed to go back to the drawing board or if I wasn’t communicating it properly. But it’s not their project. They’re not putting their name on it and quite frankly, if they don’t like it then that is a miss for them. But if I put out a project I’m not invested in, then that is a lost for me that I will always have my name attached to.

So now, on the anniversary of my dive back into photography and writing, I’m going back to the original ideas. I will do things that I want to move in the direction I want. I will consult authorities and opinions alike but will make note of the differences and be sure I’m still just as invested at every step. There is no worse feeling than to have to live according to someone else’s version of happiness, success, and achievement. The manner in which other people live and operate are mere matters of comparison to derive what parts we identify with and which parts we don’t, constructing the best possible experience for ourselves. And I want to bring people the best that I have. I love what I’ve put out over this past year because no matter how good or bad something may be technically, personally, anecdotally, I have a record in which to document my growth. But what is the point of a goal if it is not consistently refined as you achieve it? So when I set out on the first year, I had a lot of goals with a lot of people who are no longer here. Now I have some goals for myself and at the forefront of them, and in the words of Megan Thee Stallion: What The Fuck I Want, When The Fuck I Want!

*And I’m still at the mall with your motherfuckin’ daddy, eh

[twitchesandstitches]

im thinking that perhaps some of the factions should be associated with certain transformation or cool themes (i dont wanna say kink, since its not particularly sexual all the time, but its a decent enough word for it), to better differentiate them and give them more of a specific theme. each faction’s theme should pervade everything about them and influence their design philosophies, including their more unusual preferences for mods and transformatives.

nothing is set in stone here! I’m giving some possible suggestions, either to spark ideas or give inspiration, but if you have ideas that you think would a faction well, send them in! I’d love to take on new ideas that will flesh out our characters better!

remember, everyone is thicc. Giantesses are the default lifeform so everyone is 1. huge and 2. so thicc they would have problems with doors. however, diffeent factions have their own particular emphasis on other traits. some possible ideas:

Endowed Fleet: they’re all about hedonistic indulgence but that proritizes the safety and comfort of another. hyper pregnancy is a major one for them, mixed with a tendencey for hypersexuality (though tinged more by ‘Mommy Heroine’ vibes than by straightforward lust). they make a LOT of babies, get power from it, and probably create entire species wherever they go. their men are hyper virile (and curvy), and generally they tend to be not so much buff but soft. even their bulk is good for napping on. lots of hyper milkiness too. they fill up entire pools and just cannot run dry. lots of weird mods that make their milk do unusual things or take interesting forms. they make so much of it, they eat a LOT of dairy products

an extremely important thing to understand about them is that they are not at all self-righteous and it goes against everything they believe in. they accept everything no matter how weird... as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone or infringe on consent. Self-identity and doing whatever you want with it, whether mutating yourself or removing your limbs for cyborg stuff or choosing to remain totally natural, is their most sacred principle. ‘Your body belongs to you. Do with it as you please, hun!!”

they are primarily all about the more bizarre mods and transformations, especially the wild and kind of weird ones. turn yourself into a robot? kickass. make yourself a cow-centaur with udders? hey why not?? go full eldritch abomination? yes, they dig it all. in general they have no shame or embarrassment and anything goes. the more freakish and weird it is, the more they’ll go ‘Oh COOL!!!’. its kind of an art for them, really.

their main themes are motherhood/MILF vibes, monsterization and roboticization, and protectiveness. translate that into mods and scenarios and oyu got them figured out! their powers tend to be a bit more defense-oriented, and on the ‘how is THAT useful, oh fuck it is so powerful, HOW’

cobalt stingers: more lovable cads and rougish scoundrels than the MILFs of the Fleet, their themes are a bit more geared towards being pretty buff action heroes; the kinds of hyper muscle i go with are likely common around there (and if you want them to be SUPER hyper muscle, go for it). They might also have a lot of hyper belly elements, as a symbol of their gluttony and limitless love for satisfying themselves.

themes of gluttony, avarice and showing off their wealth are a big deal for them and any transformations, mods or themes that support this are extremely appropiate. massive guts covered in glitter, showing all the loot they have swallowed in big numbers as they compete in a contest? totally in character.

ringers: given their tone as conquerers, they’re likely to have strong femdom/general domination vibes, with a big helping of constant internal violence for fun and profit. probably lots of hyper muscle themes, amazons and Herculean bodies. possibly things that verge into mental control or things that involve rendering other people more docile or obedient, but this depends on the specific sub-faction, as each major player is in effect their own faction allied to the others; Yellow Diamond is going to be VERY different from Starscream, as is the Condesce, and the themes and transformations of their subjects will be very different. in general, they ARE antagonists, so dont be afraid to assume that things might be a bit ominous

honestly im unsure of cool ideas for them and im open to suggestions!

task force x: overall they are all about redemption and many of their abilities and transformations may have an explicitly supernatural tone that can be distinct compared to the others. angelic transformations as they power up, nightmarish ghost/demonic aspects to their forms, and so on. power-wise, they are all about sheer brute force.

in general the task force’s modifications won’t be too unusual but grow more distinct as they power up. they’re also big time about self-identity, but in a different way from the Endowed Fleet and its MILFs. less hyper milk and ravenous desires, and more different forms that look REALLY different and reflect different aspects of their identity.

Miscella: Partly corporate simplicity and relatively grounded, and mostly cybernetic. probably a strong under current of addiction too. think things like what you see in Bioshock’s Rapture, but played more for ‘oh that’s cool’ or kink stuff rather than body horror. mostly.

cartels: the most objectionable or kind of off type of things might be a thing here; populations that are treated with addictive drugs that bimbo-ify them? people altered so they obey all instructions given them? remember, these guys are pure scum and villainy, and the things they do to people can be plot hooks to help rescue the people they have hurt. individuals likely prefer transformations that are absolutely horrifying and grotesque just to look scary. The biggest theme for them, in one word? ‘Corruption’.

[nickireadstfc]

The King’s Men, Chapter 16 – A Team Of Particularly Good Finders

In which I find a new favourite team, Kevin’s angrier half makes an entrance, I find a new favourite team, keys are distributed, faceclaims are suggested, and I find a new favourite team.

Sounds good? Then it’s time for Nicki to read The King’s Men.

             Saturday morning Wymack stopped by Fox Tower with a guest. (…)

             “Thea,” Kevin finally said, and scrambled to his feet. “What are you doing here?”

Oh HECK YES.

I’ve been waiting for this gal ever since she was first mentioned, and my dudes my pals my homies, let me tell you – her presence does not disappoint.

Thea Muldani is big and buff and bench-presses male egos for breakfast, but also wears pastel makeup, braids and dresses like Beyoncé herself gave her fashion advice.

A certified Boss Ass Bitch, you say? Absolutely.

A definite, definite Venus Williams faceclaim, you say?

Alternatively also Serena Williams?

Absolutely.

Like Kevin, Thea also left the Ravens, but she seems to have quite a different relationship to them than he does.

             Even though Thea graduated from Edgar Allan almost three years ago she still wore her Raven jersey number on a pendant around her throat.

Interesting.

Neil then wonders how ex-Ravens fare out there in the Real World, and he voices my thoughts precisely: Do they recover? Do they hang on? And if they do, is it because they’re broken, or out of choice?

This is Interesting Shit that I am very, very much intrigued to know more about. Since I’m not sure we’ll have quite enough time to get into this in what’s left of this book, if anyone has any fic recs dealing with this (= post-Raven recovery), hit me the hell up.

However sadly, Thea is not here to answer my deep psychological musings, and is instead very much here to tear Kevin a new one.

Or five.

             “I always wanted to talk, but it was complicated.”

             “’Complicated’,” Thea echoed. The air quotes she threw him were angry and mocking. “’Complicated’ is having to find out from a press conference that you broke your hand and left the line-up. ‘Complicated’ is finding out the hard way you disconnected your old number and having to hear from Jean that you didn’t want anything to do with any of us effective immediately. Don’t you dare use ‘complicated’ against me. I deserve better than that.”

OH SHIT.

Exy Venus Williams is mad, y’all – and completely in the right, because Kevin, you done fucked up.

Anyone who figuratively leaves his girlfriend on ‘read’ for two years deserves to have the shit bitched out of them publicly.

However, Kevin has a magic trick to at least somewhat calm his angrier half down:

Fellow ex-Raven and resident human ground beef Jean Valjean Moreau.

They go see him, but like puppies left out in the rain we don’t get to go with, which is a damn shame because I’m getting increasingly interested in how our favourite baguette is going to continue his trauma-filled existence.

             “You assume [Nicky] will survive until summer [because he’s annoying the hell out of Andrew with his Andreil shipping],” Andrew said.

             “You break him, you owe me a new defenseman,” Wymack said.

Bahahahaha.

Found this chapter’s #dicksoutforwymack, that line was gold, small as it was.

             “You have one at Abby’s house.”

DAMN RIGHT. Anyone up for some Fox!Jean? Yes? Yes?

Apparently, not Kevin and Jean, who have irreparably damages their athletic compatibility at the Batcave of Extra, so Fox!Jean is a thing we may have to keep to fanfic.

Again – a damn shame.

What is decidedly not a damn shame is that Wymack has a lil something for Andrew, and when I found out what it was I may or may not have shed a lil tear of pride.

             Keys jangled as they hit the carpet, and Neil stared in disbelief. He couldn’t be right, except last summer Wymack had given Neil three new keys, too: a set for all the important doors at the Foxhole Court. (…) “Kevin said to give you those.”

KEVIN IS TRUSTING ANDREW WITH STADIUM KEYS.

KEVIN IS EXPLICITLY INVITING ANDREW TO COME PRACTICE WHENEVER AND UNSUPERVISED.

KEVIN IS STARTING TO BELIEVE IN ANDREW’S FUTURE AS A PROFESSIONAL SPORTSBALL PLAYER EVEN IF ANDREW MAY NOT BE.

KEVIN IS TRUSTING ANDREW WITH STADIUM KEYS.

KEYS!!!!!!!!!!

This has got to be the fourth or fifth time this series has made me emotional about fucking keys, what in the absolute fuck.

             [Neil’s] heart was pounding. (…) He thought about fighting for a spot on the US Court and facing the best the world had to offer, Kevin at his side and Andrew at his back.

When will the Kandreil feels end, my money is on fucking never.

With this preliminary banter done, we move on to what’s really important in this chapter:

The first NCAA Exy championship semi-final; University of Southern California Trojans vs Palmetto State University Foxes.

Or, as I like to call it – USC Hufflepuffs vs Kevin Day’s Boner.

So much has been promised about this team, their human sunshine of a captain and their infamous Too Good For This World cinnamon roll-ness, I was buzzing in my seat waiting to get to know them.

             “[Think] about what you’re going to say in pre-game.” (…)

             “How about ‘We’re gonna own these lowers’?” Nicky suggested.

             “And that’s why you’re not allowed to talk to the press,” Matt said dryly.

Bahahahaha.

Nicky, my boy, never change. <3

However, I immediately opposed any ‘loser’ insults as I finally, finally met –

The one, the only, captain of Trojans, idol of Kevin Days everywhere, the OG Cinnamon Roll™ – Jeremy Fucking Knox.

             “Kevin, you crazy fool,” he said, less formally, and clapped Kevin’s shoulder in a cheery greeting. “You never cease to amaze. You’ve got a thing for controversial teams, I think, but I like this one much better than the last one.”

Hi, marry me.

Again with the characterizations through first lines in this book, aye? Pretty sure this guy is the only one in the entire world who could bro-hug Kevin, call him a crazy fool to his face, and come away with his nose unbroken.

(He says a little bit towards Wymack before that, but we’re gonna ignore that for the meme.)

But apparently, Jeremy is not the only one who gets to say unexpected things right now.

             [Kevin] only said, “I have a backliner for you. Do you have room on next year’s line-up?”

… Does this mean what I think it means.

I THINK IT DOES.

I THINK IT FUCKING DOES.

My dudes, let me tell you, my ass is HERE for Trojan!Jean. Trojean. TROJEAN.

Seriously, if you want someone with a trauma caused by abusive competitive toxic teammates to recover, a team that’s known for being the friendliest, kindest and fairest motherfuckers on the planet is pretty much the absolute Way To Go.

Operation Trojean is the best rehab anyone has ever thought of, ever, and I will hear no other opinions on this.

I was already enjoying this tremendously, good things all around, how much better could it be – when Sunshine Boy decided to pull something so spectacularly Hufflepuff that I swear to fuck I heard badgers singing.

Y’all are not ready.

I was not ready.

             “Our line-up,” Jeremy explained. “It’s late to be getting it to you, I know, but we were trying to avoid as much of the backlash as possible.”

Why, what’s happ–

             “Two goalies, three backliners, two dealers, two strikers,” Jeremy said. “You’ve made it this far with those numbers. It’s time to see how we’d fare in that situation.”

WHAT

THE

FUCK.

You have got to be kidding me, Sunshine Boy.

You are giving up your gigantic team, your sure-as-life win, your One Big Strength – just because it’s fair? And because you want to learn from your opponents more than you want to win?

I’m out. This is too much. This team is TOO FUCKING MUCH.

             “You’ll lose tonight if you play like this.”

             “Maybe,” Jeremy agreed, unconcerned. “Maybe not. Should be fun either way, right? I don’t remember the last time I was this psyched for a game.”

There is no way in hell I’m not faceclaiming this guy as known Puff Champion Cedric Diggory now.

No. Way. In. Hell.

             Neil finally understood how the USC Trojans had won the Day Spirit Award eight consecutive years.

Bitch, me too, the fuck.

             “I take back what I said about earthquakes,” Nicky said weakly. “I have a new favourite team.”

BITCH, ME TOO, THE FUCK.

And with that, the game is on, and I can’t remember the last time I was so pumped for a good ol’ match of Orange Murder Sportsball.

Despite their Line-Up of Dreams, the Trojans pretty much wipe the floor with the Foxes in the first half, as was to be expected.

But in second half – well, let’s just say I ain’t never seen a badger run a marathon.*

             USC could have taken control of the game in a heartbeat if only they’d rethink their strategy. If they pulled their three subs from the sidelined players the Foxes’ night was over. But the Trojans had made up their mind and they weren’t backing down.

HELL YES.

BECAUSE THEY’RE THE FUCKING FAIREST BEST FUCKING SPORTS IN THIS ENTIRE DAMNED LEAGUE.

(*For the record: Foxes don’t exactly run marathons either – according to the mighty Internet, foxes can run up to 55 km/h and badgers up to 30 km/h, but both only over short distances. A human Trojan would definitely outrun a fox (or a badger) over a long distance. So much for brand accuracy.)

But then! Oh, who would have thought! This is so completely surprising! The Foxes catch their wind on the second half! Amazing, they start to dominate the game! And – and – and it’s a win! Win for the Foxes! WIN FOR THE FOXES!

Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy and excited for them and all, but as if we didn’t absolutely see this coming.

             “Is this what dying feels like?” [Alvarez] asked, and called over her shoulder, “Babe, I think I’m dying. Do I still have legs?”

Things like these make my sports-ignorant ass realize just how hardcore the Foxes playing full halves actually is.

No subs, we die like men.

Also, Alvarez’ “babe” turns out to be Laila Dermott, which makes me love the Trojans even more – and I truly did not think this was possible – because Exy Lesbians.

             “That was fantastic. (…) I want to do it again. Next year, maybe, when my legs grow back.”

             “Stop being such a baby,” Laila said.

This banter is giving me life.

If anyone has any fanart of these two buff buttercups, please send it my way pronto.

             Neil didn’t care how many hearts they broke that night. They’d beaten USC. (…) The Foxes were going to finals, and that was the only thing that mattered.

HEEEEEEEECK YEEEEEEEEES.

Before we move on to post-semi-final celebrations, allow me to gush about the Trojans one last time, and then I promise I’m done melting into a puddle every time one of them so much as speaks.

             “[Jean] will be back in the fall. He just won’t be back in black.” Jeremy flashed his toothy grin. (…) “He’s transferring to USC for his senior year.”

This is one of the best ideas anyone has had in this entire book. Four for you, Trojean, you go, Trojean.

(And none for Riko Moriyama, bye.)

             “We’ll have to get him some sun this summer, though! He’s a little pale to pull of red and gold right now,” Jean laughed.

[To the tune of California Girls] California puffs they’re unforgettable…

Also, in which Jean is #me in summer, all day err’day.

Tanning is for weak people, we sunburn like true Germans.

             Nicky (…) cut the TV off. “I’ve got a theory that Renee and Jeremy are long-lost siblings. What do you think would happen if they ever joined force?”

             “They’d get murdered,” Aaron said. (…) “War’s profitable; no one wants their world-peace nonsense.”

Gee, thanks, you absolute walnut.

For the record, I agree with Nicky, and I’m also counting this as the reason I immediately fell in love with Jeremy.

What can I say – in a world full of Angst, Drama, Angst, Infighting and More Angst, ya girl loves herself some good sunshiney optimists.

As for post-semi-final celebrations, the gang makes good on an old tradition and goes into town for another Fun Night of Debauchery for what I’m assuming is the last time in this series.

To think that a year ago the prospect of this would have made me break out in protective Neil feels, and now I’m actually looking forward to it.

Man, we’ve come far.

Speaking of – Andrew now apparently has no need for cracker dust anymore(!!!), has nothing against being touched in public (!!!!) and doesn’t seem to mind his Bartender Pal Roland calling him out on his Very Much Gay, Very Much Official Relationship (!!!!!).

Man, we’ve come fucking far.

             “How’d you know [about Andrew being gay]?”, [Nicky said.] “Is your gaydar more advanced than mine is or – “ Nicky’s jaw dropped as he clued in. “Wait. No way. No way! Did you two –?”

BAHAHAHA.

LAUGHTER.

BIG FAT LAUGHTER.

Andrew hooked up with Big Intimidating Bartender Pal, this is glorious.

             Neil’s clock was still ticking down, but his numbered days followed a different schedule now. Neil had all the time in the world, and that left a heat in his gut stronger than any whiskey could.

Fuck yes.

Fuck YES.

A very good ending to a very good second to last chapter.

...Oh shit.

Second. To. Last. Chapter.

EVER.

Next chapter will almost conclude this series (I’m told there is a short epilogue, so we’re not quite done). Next chapter will almost conclude this blog, holy shit.

We’ve been following the Orange Hellride that is this series for over a year now (thanks to my giant hiatuses in between, oops). This is insane.

I’ll get all emotional and grateful and weepy in the last chapter and final book recap, so dry eyes over here for now, but y’all – get ready.

This ride is about to end, and knowing this series, we’re about to go out with a fucking bang.

Oh dear.

Before I go - a quick note on the update situation for the last few uploads (meaning chapter 17, epilogue, book recap). This feels almost redundant to say after my schedule has been very loose (soz) these past few chapters anyways, but I will be taking some liberties for the finish line.

This blog has been one of my greatest pride and joys over the last year, and I really wanna stick the landing. This means I'd rather spend an extra day refining than update by hook and by crook. As a loose time estimate – expect the last chapter by the end of the week, possibly earlier.

Let me make this good for you guys. I'm way excited (and scared), and I hope you are too.

Peace and love, y'all.

[medea10]

My Review of Arte

How did I get into this anime? Well, I had a few slots open for the spring 2020 anime season! Let’s read what this anime is about.

A girl during the Renaissance era in Florence, Italy wants to be an artist…

*ADDS THIS IMMEDIATELY*

I really don’t want to be disappointed with this. I have a horrible habit of adding animes where the main concept has to do with the art world. And have it go wrong when the anime is too boring or not enough love is given to it. But maybe this will go well! The manga is already getting high marks and praise. And for being a history piece, it got picked up rather quickly from a big anime licensor in the west.

Arte comes from a noble family and her family has plans for their daughter. It’s just that Arte is heavily into…well…art. They’re fine as long as it’s only a hobby, but it’s getting a little out of hand for Arte’s mother. Arte wants to become an artist! BIG problem! This is Italy during the Renaissance era. No women artists! But Arte persisted by asking all around to become an apprentice.

The only man to even give her a chance was an artist named Leo. After testing her endurance, he allows her to become his apprentice. Arte’s life is officially changing as she throws away her nobility to draw and paint.

BETWEEN THE SUB AND THE DUB: FUNimation grabbed this anime. Surprisingly, they didn’t give Arte a simildub. Quite possibly because this was one of those newer animes that arrived during the COVID-19 nightmare! Or they didn’t want to fuck with Italian accents this time around! The sub had a nice mixture of veteran and newer seiyuus. Color me surprised when I heard Rie Tanaka’s voice again near the end of the series. Here’s what you might recognize these folks from.

*Arte is played by Mikako Komatsu (known for Mairin on Pokemon XY, Seishirou on Nisekoi, Susamaru on Demon Slayer, Wy on Hetalia, Eternal Feather on Soul Eater NOT, and Tori on YGO Zexal)

*Leo is played by Katsuyuki Konishi (known for Kamina on Gurren Lagann, America on Hetalia, Tsumugu on Kill la Kill, Laxus on Fairy Tail, Tanaka on Durarara, Fuegoleon on Black Clover, and Arima on Tokyo Ghoul)

FAVORITE CHARACTER: Arte! This girl wants to pursue a career in the arts and will do whatever it takes to do so. She defies her mother’s wishes, cuts her long hair, almost cuts off her breasts, did all the impossibly difficult tasks other apprentices could never do, and so much more. You have to admire this crazy, little lady.

SHIPPING: In episode 3, Arte started feeling that light and fuzzy feeling many of us feel when we “fall” for someone. And she started to feel funny whenever she was around Leo. This would be fine and dandy except for a few issues. For one thing, Leo is her boss and she’s his apprentice. Best to keep things professional! Secondly, during this period in time, Veronica does have a point. It’s best that if you want to achieve in your craft in a man’s world, it’s best to stow the romance bags to the side. After that bag of reality was dropped on Arte, she mostly focused on her art work and no romance was ever brought up again.

Although, I do have an inkling about Yuri having the hots for Arte! But I know my girl Arte here don’t have time for this boy’s bullshit!

LEO AND ANGELO: No, this isn’t a shipping debate. Actually, there are fans of the show speculating if these two characters are in fact the famous artists Leonardo da Vinci and Michelangelo. Come on now, this story is absolute fiction with a few true details here and there. Yes, we still don’t know the full name to Leo to prove that he could be the fictionalized version of the real-life artist and the anime never once put up an advisory at the beginning of every episode saying that any character that’s similar to real-life people is purely coincidental. But it’s possible that these two could very well be those very artists. Both da Vinci and Michelangelo were living Florence around the same time. I’ll chalk this up to you history buffs and conspiracy theorists out there. I choose to believe the creator of Arte just used the names of these artists and that’s that!

ENDING: During the 7th episode, Arte is given an opportunity to go to Venice to become a tutor for a handsome man’s niece and to paint a portrait of his sister-in-law. At the time, Venice was seen as a staple in the art world (despite Florence’s rich history that we know today) and this would be a perfect time for Arte to spread her wings. I mean, she won’t be an apprentice under Leo forever, right?! Yeah, Leo’s words to Arte before she left for Venice played around her head a lot during her stay in Venice. Saying that it’s okay if she chooses to stay there longer than six months or even stay permanently!

During this time, Arte was able to find ground with this difficult child (Catalina) that she must tutor as these two do share something in common. Both girls have a certain passion that they want to hone as their own, but can’t due to family forbiding it, status in the world, and even gender. Arte did so much to get where she is now including disobeying her mother by leaving home and try in a profession that’s mainly for men. Arte was unable to do much with her relationship with her family (especially after her father’s death), but she was able to help Catalina and her mother with theirs and even hope for a future where Catalina can see a boy she likes again.

As we near the end of this series, we find Arte still wondering about her future. She’s still seen as the rarity as being a woman of nobility entering the art world when that profession is usually done by people seen as lower than nobles and majorily male. Plus, what Leo said before setting for Venice keeps replaying in Arte’s mind. It’s true that this time Arte has spent in Venice with Sofia and Catalina was life-changing. And Yuri ended up asking Arte to stay with the family permanently. Meanwhile, Leo is noticing that maybe, just maybe, he’s missing Arte. That or he’s annoyed by all the people in Arte’s circle bugging him.

In the finale, Arte has reached a conclusion on where she’s going to go after finishing up Sofia’s portrait. She got some decent advice from one of the apprentices she met in Venice. That Arte should use her nobility and gender to her advantage in a male dominated profession. Okay, he didn’t exactly say that, but you get what I mean. There’s a certain softness to Arte’s work that’s not seen with many male artists. She should continue doing what she loves despite what others may say or think.

So in case you’re wondering, she turned down Yuri’s proposal of staying with Sofia and Catalina full-time. She’s going to head back to Florence and continue as Leo’s apprentice. Yeah, Catalina is pretty upset by Arte leaving after spending over six months with them. But they promised to keep in touch with letters. Upon Arte’s return to Florence, she learns about Leo doing a special mural for the Easter holiday. But Leo got ill and has been bed-ridden for days.

Arte steps in and takes over the mural so that it could be completed in time for Easter. With a little help from her friends like Darcia, Angelo, and Veronica, she was able to complete it. And just in time for Leo to emerge to give his critique on Arte’s work. As usual, he told her on what she should have done, but acknowledges that she has definitely grown as an artist during her time in Venice and is happy to see her again. Surprisingly, that wasn’t the only shocking moment of the finale.

Arte’s mother was there for the unveiling of the mural and actually praises her daughter. I guess she’s come a long way from the first episode where she burned all of Arte’s drawings. So yeah, girls can be more than just bargaining tools for marriage or becoming nuns. So Arte’s going to continue working under Leo and we end there.

I can already tell you that many people were not digging this anime, but I liked it. But again, painting is my thing. And being a female, I’m drawn to stories of girls trying to overcome prejudice just because of their gender. Even when studying art in school, most pieces that were covered in the curriculum were majority (if not, all) male. Well, unless I took a class with a supremely feminist teacher, we would not learn anything about female painters. And if we did, it would just be for like one day or one week out of the semester before we get to the well-known names like Van Gough, Pollock, and Monet.

By the looks of it, Arte doesn’t look like it’ll get any kind of continuation. I know that the manga is still in publication and maybe if that ends we might get something extra. But I wouldn’t hold my breath on that one. Even FUNimation didn’t bother giving this an English dub. Then again, this aired during the height of the COVID pandemic (in Japan) In fact; it was one of the very few animes in the spring season that never took a week off due to COVID. I would like to see what happens to Arte in the future. Like if she ends up with her own workshop or if she takes over Leo’s place when he retires. It’s fun to think of what happens and I might just one day pick up the manga to see if any of that actually happens. Due to my particular love of painting, I’m going to recommend this series regardless. And while you’re at it, check out some other series like Honey and Clover or Hidamari Sketch.

If you would like to watch this anime, FUNimation and Hulu have all 12 episodes available for streaming.

[klaines-deepest-desires]

Enthralled Ch 1/3?

Kurt/Blaine, NC-17 (~6346)

Summary: Blaine held his breath, heart pounding against his chest; he was even more beautiful head on with bright blue eyes. He looked in Blaine’s direction and froze. Their eyes locked together. Blaine stilled, unable to move, unable to breath and unable to break the gaze. His heart fluttered in his chest. He felt drawn to him, tethered in some way. 

He was one of the vampires.

Author’s notes: I’ve actually started writing this over a year ago and then never finished it because life got in the way. I haven’t quite finished it but I want to so I am going on the belief that if I post the first chapter, I’ll finish the rest of it. I had wanted to post it last Halloween. The first chapter has been done for a long time and the outlines for the other 2 chapters (possibly more if there’s interest) are mostly complete.  I will say this as a warning. It’ll get far more... intense.  Kurt is a vampire after all. This chapter, though...is a bit tame compared to what’s planned for the endgame ;)   We do have to build up to it though.

I borrow a bit from Buffy the Vampire Slayer: The bit where people pay vampires to suck their blood ....and some other things that become relevant later ;) 

This may be a bit late but oh well.  It is Halloween still somewhere.

Kinks/Warnings (for chapter 1):  Vampire!Kurt, Dom!Kurt/sub!Blaine, blood drinking, frottage, voyeurism

Feedback and prompts are always welcome

Also posted at AO3  

“You sure this is the place?”

Blaine jerked his head in the direction of the voice. The taxi driver looked back at him through the Plexiglas between them. Blaine understood the confusion in the man’s eyes. The fear.

Blaine glanced out the window and scrutinized the building across the parking lot. It wasn’t much to look at. Paint peeled from the warped wooden paneling. The few visible windows were so filthy it was impossible to see through them, save for the ever changing flicker of red, blue and green strobe lights. Loud music filtered across the parking lot, the bass line audible through the taxi windows.

On the outside, the place looked like a dive bar. But all of that hid what went on inside. Blaine studied the door, watching some of the clientele coming and going. Some patrons entered alone, others had company. But it didn’t seem anyone left alone; everyone exiting left with arms wrapped around someone else, hands wandering. Others left with dazed expressions, soft smiles and small bandages on their arms, sometimes their necks. It was unavoidably clear that the rumors about the place were true. People came here for primarily two reasons: sex and blood.

Blaine took a deep breath. He tried to shake off the fear that had set in. He refused to leave. He wanted to experience it. At least once. He had heard that the experience was far more…gratifying than anything else he’d experienced. It was a tiny bit intimidating and a whole lot dangerous; there was no denying that. But Blaine found the danger to be alluring.

It would just be for tonight. For one night he’d jump, to hell with the risks.

“Yeah, this is the place,” he told the driver. He paid the man and climbed out of the car. He slammed the door shut. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Blaine trudged towards the entrance. As he walked closer to the bar, the pounding bass line grew stronger and reverberated through his body. The smell of alcohol and sex began to filter through the air, mixed with a hint of something Blaine couldn’t quite identify but was metallic in nature. When he reached the front of the short line, Blaine ignored the bouncer’s incredulous expression and held out his I.D., waiting for admission.

“Well, well well.” The bouncer laughed. He licked his lips and looked over Blaine’s body. “They’re gonna have fun with you.”

Blaine ignored him and took his ID back. He went inside. The roaring noise of the crowd greeted he as he stepped through the door. Several men, all paired off—and one group of three—stood against the walls of the dark entry corridor, arms wrapped around the other, lost in kisses. All were nonsensically swaying to the beat of the music pounding through the loudspeakers. Blaine stepped around them as best he could and entered the main area. It was a large open room with a bar. Tables had been placed along the walls to make room for what could have passed as a dance floor in the middle.

The crowd was larger than Blaine had expected. A mass of dancing bodies—mostly men—had managed to squeeze into the confined area. A large sign posted to the wall behind the bar stated in big, bold, capital letters that no sexual activity and no tasting was allowed, but it appeared to matter little to anyone and was perhaps just for show. All around him, men pressed against each other, hands groping, stroking, dipping inside the waistbands of pants. A few were half naked, shirts lost somewhere in the crowd, and fewer still had lost all of their inhibitions and most of their clothes, dancing around in little more than their underwear. If that much.

And along the walls stood the vampires. Their gazes swept across the crowd, studying the crowd. Deciding who would be selected.

Blaine swallowed. There were more of them than he expected. Everyone knew vampires existed, but to be in a room with so many was something others said to avoid. Vampires typically kept to themselves, feeding from blood banks rather than humans. These types of places, where humans and vampires mingled, were a not-so-hidden secret.

Blaine watched as two tall, well-built vampires approached one of the men. They circled around him, hands dancing over his body. They stopped, one in front and the other behind. They continued to touch him, their touches growing more sensual. The vampire in front drew the man in for a kiss as the other slid his hands over the front of the man’s pants, gripping him.

Blaine’s heart pounded loudly in his chest as he watched the vampire lower to his knees in front of the man, undoing the man’s pants as he did so. Blaine’s heart pounded as the vampire took the man’s dick into his mouth. Blaine’s throat grew dry and he swallowed. The vampire behind the man continued to touch him, his mouth hovering over his neck. He lowered his head and licked the fragile skin there, tasting what he could. After a moment, the other vampire rose to his feet and the two of them led the man to the back.

Blaine’s cock twitched. He couldn’t help but envy the man a bit. It had been far too long.

Blaine looked down at his clothes and winced. He should've gone home and changed. He didn’t blend in, didn’t look like he belonged. And he didn’t. He shouldn’t even be here. This wasn’t him. He didn’t do this kind of thing. Never had before. Not until he had heard that the sensation was more thrilling than anything else he’d ever experience. He let the allure of the danger lead him here, not letting himself think of the consequences. He wondered what the people in his life would say if they knew that he was curious how it felt to have a vampire satisfy his hunger with his blood…. and his body

Blaine walked to the bar. His eyes widened at the sight of a man on top of the bar, performing a striptease while inebriated men watched, hooting and hollering, placing dollar bills on the bar or sliding the bills through the elastic band of his underwear. He found an empty seat further down the bar and gestured for the bartender. Blaine ordered a scotch on the rocks. He nodded his thanks when the bartender set the drink in front of him. He took a large gulp, grimacing when the liquid burned his throat. Blaine shook his head, fighting through the burning sensation and swallowed the rest. He slammed the glass down and ordered another.

Blaine began to feel more relaxed, the slight buzz of the alcohol settling over him. He didn’t order another. He didn’t want to lose complete control of himself. He closed his eyes and allowed the sensuous music wash over him. He inhaled a deep breath and swiveled around to face the crowd. He studied them, eyes flying over the men on the dance floor. He saw another vampire approach a man, a leering look in his eye. The man was drawn to the vampire. He followed the vampire to the back and through the door without a word.

Blaine moved his attention behind the dance floor. His eyes zeroed in on one man who stood still, pointedly ignoring the writhing dancing going on around him. He held his head high, a haughty expression on his face.

Blaine felt his face go slack at the sight of him, his jaw dropping. His youthful face was almost elven in appearance, with a well-defined jawline and slightly upturned nose. His body looked toned, his arms buff, shoulders broad, silhouette tapering to a slim waist. He wore a black long sleeved lace shirt, the top three buttons undone. Over the top of the shirt was a black faux fur vest. His pants looked as though they were painted on with golden paint, highlighting his assets. He stood out among the sea of t-shirts and nakedness.

He was stunning.

And then he turned.

Blaine held his breath, heart pounding against his chest; he was even more beautiful head on with bright blue eyes. He looked in Blaine’s direction and froze. Their eyes locked together. Blaine stilled, unable to move, unable to breath and unable to break the gaze. His heart fluttered in his chest. He felt drawn to him, tethered in some way.

He was one of the vampires.

After a second, the enthralling vampire snapped out of his daze and smirked. He began to stalk towards him. Blaine gasped and spun around on his barstool. He ordered another drink.

Was he coming to talk to him? Did he not like Blaine’s staring? His…ogling? Or maybe he did like it. Was he as intrigued by Blaine as he was of him? A part of Blaine doubted that. He was a vampire. Blaine would merely be a client, paying for the opportunity to experience a high like no other.

Blaine focused his gaze on the glass in front of him, watching the condensation trickle down to the wooden bar, not daring to move. A second later, he felt a shift in the air next to him and saw a dark figure out of the corner of his eye. There was no doubt it was him. Blaine refused to look up, not wanting to take the risk, not wanting to embarrass himself.

“So…is this your first time here?” His voice rang out; soft, melodious—the musical training portion of Blaine’s brain instinctively wondered if he sang, because he would have a beautiful voice, with a range wide enough to make even some women jealous.

Realizing that he couldn’t pretend not to notice him now that he was standing next to him, speaking to him, Blaine looked up. The vampire stared down at him, leaning against the bar. Blaine gulped. He had no idea how to respond.

The vampire leaned closer to Blaine. He spoke once more, nodding his head in Blaine’s direction. “You’ve got the look.”

Blaine lifted an eyebrow and opened his mouth. “What look?”

He chuckled and, dear god, it was as beautiful as his voice. He smirked, amused. “Well, for starters, you look like you spend a lot of time shopping for bowties at Brook Brothers to complete your bashful schoolboy look.” His eyes raked over Blaine’s body, who fought the urge to squirm under his intense gaze. The vampire leered. “While the look works extremely well on you, it only fuels the fantasies of many a man and vampire here who only have one thing on their mind. Well… /two/ things.”

Blaine dropped his gaze, eyes falling to the top of the bowtie around his neck, the open V-neck of his cardigan, the light draft blowing against his ankles reminding him that his pants were shorter than full length. Blaine had never once believed that his normal style of dress would be used as fodder for the fantasies of sexually depraved men. Or vampires. A nervous breathless chuckle escaped his lips and he glimpsed over at the man. He stared at Blaine, eyes dark, lips parted, waiting for a response. Blaine swallowed thickly. “That include you?”

The vampire leaned against the bar, drawing closer to Blaine, his cologne wafting over him. He reached up and tugged Blaine’s bowtie with a gentle hand, pulling the knot loose. The slip of fabric fell, draping across Blaine’s chest. The corner of his lips rose. “Hmm. Possibly.”

Blaine’s jaw dropped. He had never experienced something like this before. He had expected to simply meet a vampire have the exchange of blood. But this…flirtation was an entirely different thing from what he expected. It wasn’t as though he were unfamiliar with the attraction of other men. He had had his fair share of relationships and flings. But they had all been with other humans. Not vampires. Blaine released his breath, the air rushing out of his mouth. He shook his head in confusion. He needed to be sure if he was reading him correctly. “Are…are you propositioning me?”

The vampire—and he was even more alluring up close—dropped his eyes to Blaine’s mouth, tongue darting out to lick his lips, allowing Blaine a brief glance of his fangs. He took several deep breaths and flicked his eyes up to meet Blaine’s. His irises flickered to an almost ice blue and began to glow. Blaine had heard of vampires whose eyes glowed red when they were lusting for blood, or even yellow. But he had never known them to glow blue. He found it enrapturing.

The vampire shrugged. “Do you want me to?”

Blaine inhaled sharply. The words rang in his head, sending shivers straight to his cock, blood rushing in his ears on its journey south. He sputtered a short laugh, readjusting his position on the stool, his nerves creeping in—could he really go through with this?

The vampire pulled out the barstool next to Blaine and sat down. He finally introduced himself, leaning closer to be heard over the music. “I’m Kurt, by the way.”

Blaine nodded, still avoiding his gaze. “Blaine.”

“Blaine,” Kurt repeated his name, emphasizing it on his tongue. Blaine liked the way it sounded on his lips.

Blaine made a show of scanning over Kurt’s body, hoping to disguise his nervousness. He motioned towards his lace top. “You’re not really dressed to blend in either.”

Kurt shrugged coyly. “What can I say? I like to stand out.”

“Well, you certainly do that.” Blaine took a sip of his scotch to avoid the vampire’s eyes.

“In a good way, I hope,” Kurt replied, his voice dropping in pitch, growing husky.

The change in his voice prompted Blaine to look at him. The vampire stared down intently at him, lust clear as day in his dark eyes. Blaine felt a hot flush rise in his cheeks, already heated by the alcohol. His mind was suddenly filled with thoughts of Kurt moving above him as he held him down, pale smooth skin glistening in the moonlight and the heat of arousal rushed through him anew. His face grew hotter as he tried to push the images out of his head. Blaine ducked his head, mumbling a confirmation. He focused his attention to the bar top, embarrassed at his body’s quick reaction; he felt unbelievably turned-on.

Several seconds of silence passed before Blaine finally turned his head. He met Kurt’s glowing eyes. His breath caught in his throat at the unbridled lust he saw in Kurt’s face. They continued to hold the gaze as Kurt stood. He stepped back, towards the crowd.

As though he were compelled by a force beyond his control, Blaine stood as well. He stepped towards Kurt.

Kurt stepped into the crowd, not heeding any protests until he reached the middle of the pack. With a smirk, Kurt reached out and took Blaine by the wrist. He tugged him against him. Blaine stumbled at the sudden move and collided with his chest. Kurt caught him around the waist, steadying him. Blaine glanced at the other men around them and back to Kurt, waiting for him to tell him what he wanted. He had expected Kurt to take him to the backroom. Somewhere quiet.

With a smile, Kurt draped an arm over Blaine’s shoulder, hand teasing the short hairs at the back of his neck. Blaine resisted the urge to shiver at the touch.

Kurt began to move against him, his movements lithe, sensual. “We’re going to dance first,” he whispered, as though he had read his mind.

Blaine inhaled sharply, somewhat surprised. With a nod, he put a hand on Kurt’s waist and pulled him closer still, wanting to feel him pressed along his body.

Kurt smirked and wrapped his other arm around him, interlocking his fingers at the back of Blaine’s neck, and lowered his head. He brushed his lips against the shell of Blaine’s ear, causing Blaine to inhale sharply. “Gets the blood pumping,” he murmured, his voice just loud enough for Blaine to hear.

Blaine felt a gentle wave of dizziness sweep over him but he was unsure if it was arousal or the heat of the crowd around them. Or Kurt, whose light chuckle rang in his ear before he gave Blaine the tiniest of nibbles on his earlobe. Blaine leaned into his touch, a quiet moan escaping him, bringing forth another soft laugh from Kurt’s lips.

Kurt tilted his head back, eyes drifting closed, and he took several long, deep breaths. Blaine’s eyes fell to his throat and he swallowed thickly. He wanted to taste Kurt’s skin, to trail wet kisses along the column of his neck and leave dark marks in his wake. Blaine couldn't tell if it was the atmosphere around them, the alcohol coursing through his system or simply the fact that Kurt felt really good moving against him, that propelled him to lean forward and place a kiss on the underside of Kurt’s jaw. His actions surprised Kurt, who tightened his hold. Blaine kissed down Kurt’s throat, nipping lightly, drawing out a low moan, moving towards the juncture where his neck met his shoulder.

Kurt gasped when Blaine parted his lips and sucked at the sensitive skin, satisfying his goal to leave a mark behind. Kurt’s hand slid up Blaine’s head, encouraging him to continue. “Oh, we’re gonna get there, I promise,” he moaned.

Blaine recognized the irony of the situation. He, a human, lavishing attention to the throat and neck of a vampire. But he continued to do so with pleasure, tasting the saltiness of his skin. After a moment, Blaine slid his lips upward, placing soft kisses on his skin as he trailed up to his jaw.

But Blaine soon noticed that Kurt’s attention was no longer solely on him. He had stopped leaning into the kisses and stilled their dancing. A low rumble emanated from Kurt’s chest.

“What?” Blaine asked, before following Kurt’s line of sight to see a man—no, a vampire—approach them. His eyes were red, his fangs bared. He was tall with a slender build and glared at Kurt with a rage Blaine didn’t understand.

The low rumble came from Kurt once more, louder this time. A growl. Blaine gasped as Kurt flashed his fangs at the approaching vampire. Kurt’s hold on Blaine tightened and he held him close.

But the other vampire didn’t back down. He stalked closer, eyes narrowing. Kurt released his hold on Blaine. He pushed Blaine behind him before he approached the vampire. Kurt got in his face. He glared up at him and growled. His eyes glowed.

Blaine swallowed thickly, his stomach clenched. He waited.

“Back off,” Kurt demanded, his voice low. A sneer grew on his face. “Remember the last time you tried to take me on? Didn’t go well for you, did it?”

The other vampire hissed.

“Now, now, Sebastian, I’m sure there’s plenty of other men here willing to have you. But this one?” He pointed at Blaine. “He’s mine. No one else is to touch him.”

Oh, god, Blaine thought to himself. This was a vampire territorial dispute. Over him. Kurt had laid claim on him. He should be afraid. But he surprised himself instead. His cock throbbed, pressed against the cold hard zipper of his pants. The sight of Kurt standing up and claiming him, his full strength visible… He was powerfully beautiful.

A few seconds passed before the other vampire backed down. He growled once more before slinking off into the dark corner.

Kurt turned back to face Blaine. He offered him an apologetic smile. “Sorry about that,” he said. He approached Blaine once more and caught Blaine’s wide stare. He sniffed the air. With a smirk, Kurt slid his hands down Blaine’s chest to his waist. He tugged him, bringing their hips together. He sniffed once more. “You smell really good,” he murmured. He held Blaine’s hips against his. His soft chuckle turned into a low moan. “God, you feel really good.”

Blaine whimpered as he felt Kurt’s cock hard against his own. He reached up and grabbed the back of Kurt’s head and pulled him in for a kiss, catching both Kurt as well as himself off guard. After a second, Blaine felt Kurt respond, lips moving against his. Kurt took control, pressing his tongue against the seam of Blaine’s lips. Blaine parted his mouth, allowing Kurt to slip his tongue inside and deepen the kiss. Kurt reached up and cradled Blaine’s face in his hands. The kiss grew more intense. Their tongues tangled together. Their bodies tried to find a closeness that they couldn't, separated by several layers of fabric. Blaine didn’t care about anything anymore, nothing other than this desire burning through him, this sudden and desperate need to be Kurt’s. Whatever that entailed.

After a moment, Blaine pulled away. Breathing deep, he kissed Kurt’s cheek, resting the side of his forehead against his. Blaine could no longer pretend. Ignoring the small, tiny voice in the back of his mind that cried out that he had just been seduced by a fucking vampire, Blaine whispered in Kurt’s ear, his voice hoarse with lust. “What would you say if I propositioned you?”

Kurt chuckled low in his throat. He pulled his head away from Blaine’s and looked at him, eyes dark. He shook his head, expression full of amusement. He stepped back. He took Blaine’s hand in his own and tugged him along behind him towards the backroom. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

Blaine followed Kurt, holding onto his hand. Kurt led him through the door and up a narrow wooden staircase. Once on the second floor, they worked their way through a series of corridors. Several closed doors lined the hall. Muffled moans and cries of ecstasy filled the air, louder as they passed each door. Loud quick taps against the walls echoed in time with loud grunts.

Blaine swallowed hard. His heart pounded in his chest. It was clear what occurred up here. He had heard about it when he first learned of these places. That the vampires sometimes do more than just drink the blood of the clients. That the vampires would seduce men or women and take them somewhere quiet to not only taste their blood but also take their pleasure. People claimed the high was greater than anything else.

Blaine’s cock throbbed. A cry of ‘harder!’ reached his ears, followed by several loud thuds against the wall. He took a deep breath to try and calm his body as he imagined what was happening behind the closed doors. Blaine trailed his eyes up Kurt’s backside. Kurt’s strength was apparent in the way he moved, his muscular thighs straining the fabric of his tight golden pants. The muscles in his back rippled underneath the lace of his shirt.

Blaine wanted him. Badly. He wanted to feel what the people in those rooms were feeling. He wanted to feel him moving above him, his cock throbbing deep within him. Blaine wanted to take him in his mouth, to taste him.

Kurt led Blaine to the room in the far end of the hallway. He tugged him inside and closed the door. Blaine looked around the room. It was different from what he expected. Where he expected the room to be cold and uninviting, the reality was different. Warm colors filled the space. Red silk covered the bed. Thick heavy drapes blocked out any outside light. Candles provided the sole sources of light. A computer sat on a desk in the corner, a music program on the screen.

Leather straps on the headboard caught Blaine’s eye. His breaths deepened. His face grew hot. Blood rushed through his veins, his heart pounded in his ears.

Kurt tugged Blaine’s hand and led him to the bed. He urged Blaine to sit on the edge then took a seat next to him. Blaine studied him. His eyes were no longer glowing, but had grown dark instead. He licked his lips. Blaine’s eyes dropped to his hand as he reached out, long fingers brushing over his neck.

Swallowing thickly, Blaine looked up and met Kurt’s gaze.

“This okay?” Kurt asked, his voice soft.

Blaine could only nod, unable to find his voice.

Kurt finished untying Blaine’s bowtie. Blaine tried not to shiver as Kurt’s cool hand touched his hot skin. He couldn’t help but wonder if Kurt planned to drink his blood from his neck. His stomach clenched at the thought. His cock twitched. He wanted to know what it felt like. He had initially wanted to have the vampire drink from his arm. It would be less conspicuous that way. But Blaine wanted Kurt’s mark. He didn’t know why.

Kurt pulled the bowtie from Blaine’s shirt collar and placed it on the table next to the bed. He then reached for the top button on his shirt. He undid the first one slowly, then the next two. “I want you to relax,” he whispered.

Blaine swallowed. “I am.”

A smile formed on Kurt’s face. He shook his head. “Your heart is racing.” His fingers trailed over Blaine’s pulse, pressing down on my skin. “I don’t even need to touch your neck to know that. I can hear it.”

Blaine chuckled once and ducked his head. The heat rose in his face. His heart beat faster.

“Oh,” Kurt says, realization in his voice. “It’s not fear.”

Blaine shook his head. “Definitely not.”

Kurt fought a smile that threatened to grow on his face. He turned his head and recollected himself. Biting his lip, Kurt took a deep breath and refocused his attention on Blaine’s cardigan. He pushed it off of him and tossed it to the floor. He then undid a few more buttons on his shirt  and opened it wider, exposing Blaine’s skin to his view. His hands danced over him. His thumbs brushed over Blaine’s nipples.

Blaine gasped. “I’m nervous,” he confessed.

“I’d be surprised if you weren’t.” Kurt held his gaze. His face was gentle and relaxed. The corner of his lips quirked in a half smile and he leaned forward to capture Blaine's lips in a kiss. Blaine melted into the kiss, leaning against him. Kurt brushed his tongue against Blaine’s mouth. Blaine parted his lips and allowed Kurt to deepen it. He slid his tongue against Blaine’s, tasting him. After a moment, he pulled back and looked Blaine in the eye. He shook his head. “You have no reason to be.” He reached up and ran his hand over Blaine’s face, thumb brushing over Blaine’s kiss swollen lips. “I won’t hurt you.”

Blaine nodded. He believed him. He didn’t know why but he did. He’d only known Kurt for a matter of minutes, yet something about him called to him. He wasn’t sure if it was some sort of thrall or something else. But he felt safe in his presence.

Kurt reached for the final two buttons on Blaine’s shirt. He pushed the thin fabric over Blaine’s shoulders and down his arms. He pressed his hand on Blaine’s chest and urged him to lie down. Long fingers danced over Blaine’s smooth skin, leaving him shivering in their wake.

Blaine took several deep breaths and allowed himself to relax under Kurt’s touch. His eyes locked onto Kurt’s face. Kurt was striking, his face expressive in a controlled, nuanced way. Blaine found himself wanting to study him for hours, learning the meanings behind every slight variation in the way his eyebrows moved.

Kurt smoothed his hands over Blaine’s arms until he reached the crook of his elbows. He smirked. He met Blaine’s eyes. He shifted on the bed. He swung his leg over Blaine’s hips and straddled him.

Blaine sucked in a gasp of air. He looked up at Kurt with hooded eyes. His cock throbbed, aching for relief. Hovering over him, ice blue eyes glowing in the dim room, Kurt was a sight to behold. His gold lamé pants drew tight against his thighs, highlighting the strength within them. His lace shirt tugged on his chest, the buttons taut. He was gorgeous. Sensual. Strong.

Kurt leaned down. His mouth drew near to Blaine’s ear, his cool breath tickling him. “So…are you ready?”

“Yes,” Blaine said with a nod.

Kurt smiled. He bit his lower lip, the tips of his fangs digging into the skin. He lowered his head and drew Blaine into another kiss. Blaine moaned into it, lifting his head to meet him halfway.

The kiss immediately deepened. Blaine reached for Kurt’s hips, needing to touch him. Kurt shifted, rocking his hips down against Blaine’s.

“Oh, fuck.” Blaine pulled away with a gasp. The pressure of Kurt’s cock against his was almost too much. His skin felt as though it were on fire. His balls tightened in his pants, his cock throbbed.

Kurt sat up, a smile on his face. He licked his lips. His fangs elongated, the tips coming to a fine point.

Blaine’s eyes widened.

Kurt reached for Blaine’s hand, plucking it off his hips. He brought his fingers to his mouth. He sucked Blaine’s pointer finger into his wet mouth. Blaine’s jaw dropped as he felt Kurt’s tongue swirl around him. His finger slid against a sharp fang and a sharp gasp tore from Blaine’s lips. Kurt moaned as he tasted Blaine’s blood for the first time. “You taste so good,” Kurt murmured before licking his finger again.

Blaine felt breathless. His heart pounded in his chest.

Kurt released Blaine’s hand. He lifted his arms and ran his hands through his hair. He rocked against Blaine, his hard cock pressing against Blaine in a way that sent sparks through Blaine’s body.

Blaine reached for Kurt. He tugged at his shirt, desperate to see Kurt’s soft alabaster skin. To kiss his body. He wanted to watch the muscles in Kurt’s stomach ripple as he moved against him. Feel the muscles in his back as he moved above him.

A low chuckle rumbled in Kurt’s chest. He took Blaine’s hands in his. He leaned forward and pressed them against the mattress next to Blaine’s head. He smirked and shook his head. “Patience,” he whispered before kissing Blaine once more. Keeping Blaine’s hands in his tight grip, Kurt slid down his body.

Blaine’s breaths deepened. His blood rushed through his ears, drowning out his pounding heartbeat. His cock twitched. He couldn’t tug his hands away, even if he wanted to. Kurt was strong. Too strong.

Kurt focused his attention to Blaine’s chest. He placed soft open mouth kisses to his skin as he moved to Blaine’s nipples. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive nub and Blaine moaned. He nipped the tightening flesh.

Blaine closed his eyes. The pleasure from Kurt’s mouth washed over him. Sparks coursed through his body with every touch to his nipples. But a sudden sharp pain shot across Blaine’s chest. He gasped sharply, his eyes snapping open. He looked down. A red trail of blood slid down his chest, pooling in his clavicle. He met Kurt’s wild glowing eyes. The tips of his fangs were stained red.

Kurt held his gaze as he lowered his head. He licked at the blood, moaning as it filled his mouth. His tongue lapped at him, tasting every drop. The trail of blood licked clean, Kurt latched onto the small wound and sucked, drawing out more blood.

Blaine moaned. A wave of calm washed over him. His body  relaxed, falling limp across the bed. His eyes grew heavy. He felt as though he were floating; like he was watching himself underneath Kurt as he licked and tasted him.

As Kurt’s mouth focused on the blood on his chest, his free hand moved down Blaine’s body. He stroked the soft skin at Blaine’s belly. Then down to dance over his hard cock. He pressed the heel of his hand against him.

Blaine cried out. “Oh!”

Kurt pulled away from his chest and returned his lips to Blaine’s. He kissed him deeply, slipping his tongue inside his mouth. The barest hint of copper filled Blaine’s mouth. The rational part of his brain told him he should feel repulsed but he didn’t. He opened his mouth, beckoning Kurt to deepen the kiss instead.

As he continued to kiss Blaine, Kurt rocked against him. Blaine moaned. Kurt’s hardness pressed against his own. God, he wanted to see him, take him in his hand. Wanted to feel the heavy weight of him. Wanted him inside him, stretching him open as he moved above him, cum spilling deep inside.

Kurt’s hips began to move faster against him. Blaine’s cock throbbed. Ached. Kurt took his hands once more and pinned them above Blaine’s head. He pulled away from the kiss and met Blaine’s eyes as he continued to rock against him.

Blaine’s breaths quicken. The heat began to coil in his belly. “Oh, god…”

“You feel so good,” Kurt murmured, just as breathless as Blaine. He sped up his movements. As Blaine neared the edge, Kurt dropped his head to Blaine’s upper arm. His fangs pierced the soft skin with ease.

The sharp pain rushed through Blaine’s spine and he gasped. He felt the blood drop down his arm before Kurt’s tongue captured it. Kurt sucked, his tongue lapping at the warm blood. Blaine shuddered. He rocked up against Kurt. His eyes rolled back as the pleasure took over him. It was more intense than he had ever felt before and Blaine felt himself slip into a haze. Blood rushed in his ears. His heart pounded in his chest. His balls tightened.

Kurt tightened his grip on Blaine’s wrists. He rut harder against him, drawing out Blaine’s pleasure as he neared his. His hips moved harder and faster. Then finally, he came with a grunt, tearing his mouth away from Blaine’s arms and tossing his head back. A growl on his lips, Kurt dropped his head down and began to lap at the blood still on Blaine’s arm. He continued to move his hips against Blaine’s.

Blaine’s breaths quickened. His heart raced. Sparks flew behind his eyes. He came with a cry, bucking up against Kurt. His body spasmed as the pleasure overtook him.

He fell back against the mattress, spent. Gasping for air, Blaine peered up at Kurt. His piercing blue eyes met Blaine’s and he continued to rock against him, keeping his movements small. Aftershocks of pleasure shot through Blaine’s spine.

Kurt reached up to brush away the damp hair from Blaine’s forehead. “You okay?”

“Wow…” Blaine gasped.

Kurt shook his head with a chuckle. He placed a gentle kiss to Blaine’s lips before pushing away from him. Blaine lay limp in bed, his eyes following Kurt as he reached towards the nightstand and pulled out a small first aid kit. He pulled out some gauze and cleaning solution. He cleaned Blaine’s bite marks before bandaging them up.

Blaine reached up and stilled Kurt’s hand. “I mean it,” he said. “I’ve never felt… that before. It was…incredible.”

“Really?” Kurt lifted an eyebrow as though he were in disbelief. Then a smirk grew on his face. “Well, then I have to admit that I’ve never tasted anyone so delicious before.”

A laugh erupted from Blaine. He drew circles over the back of Kurt’s hand. “Is it always like that?”

Kurt shrugged. “It can be. Depending on the people involved.”

Unable to stop himself, Blaine asked, “Is it always like that for you?”

“Not for a long time,” Kurt replied with a small smile. He inspected Blaine’s bandages one more time before he stood. He walked to a table in the corner. He poured a glass of juice. With a soft smile he returned to Blaine and handed it to him. “Here. Drink up.”

Blaine took the glass, thanking him. He took a large sip of the sugary purple liquid.

Once the glass was empty, Kurt took it and set it on the nightstand. He tugged Blaine’s shirt back over his arms, eyes lingering on Blaine’s chest. He reached out and ran his hand over the mark his sharp teeth had left. The wound had been superficial, only bleeding at the surface. “Such a shame to cover this up though,” Kurt murmured.

A shiver ran up Blaine’s spine at Kurt’s touch. He opened his mouth to reply but faltered. He had no idea what to say. He had never felt anything like this. But he wasn’t sure if it was a residual effect of what had just occurred or something else. Or if it would've been the same with a different vampire or if it was this one specific vampire. The one with the cool blue eyes and adorable smile. He needed to think, to come to terms with it. He took a deep breath and met Kurt’s eyes. “I…I should go.”

The corner of Kurt’s lips lifted in a small half-smile and he nodded. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Blaine’s lips. He tilted Blaine’s head back and slid his tongue along his, deepening the kiss. After a moment, Kurt pulled away with a smile, leaving Blaine to whimper at the loss of his lips. He trailed a finger down Blaine’s cheek. Blaine held Kurt’s gaze, feeling the sense of calm wash over him again.

Kurt reached for Blaine’s bowtie. He tied the loops together with expertise, making sure the knot was just right. His fingers lingered over the fabric once more before he took a deep breath and dropped his hands. He nodded towards the door. “Be careful.”

“Okay,” Blaine whispered. With one last look, he stood on wobbly legs and made his way to the door.

“I’ll see you soon,” Kurt’s voice called out.

Blaine stalled for a moment, standing the doorway. His heart pounded in his chest and he fought the urge to look back once more. Instead, he swallowed thickly and headed out the door.  

He had no idea what he had gotten himself into.