#of COURSE he would get consent from them to drink on camera

[onewithblankets]

this week on game changer, I am faced with the realization that good actors are, in fact, good actors

[ramp-it-up]

Muse: One

Muse Preview | Muse Masterlist|| Muse: Two

Summary: You and Ari meet on Raya. Chaos ensues.

Pairing: Art Curator! Ari Levinson x Plus sized model! Reader

Word count: 4.5 K

A/N: Muse will be a series of one shots featuring Muse and Ari, and this one will probably be the longest one. We’re gonna hear from them at least every week. 😏 Big thanks to @princessphilly who basically inspired the premise and then endured me being feral in her inbox. And yes, this is the same Ari that's in Show Off, so this AU is tangential to the Peach and Knock You Down verses. I was honestly working on another fic and this one possessed me. Here I go again. 🤷🏽‍♀️

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk; curate your own experience. Ari Levinson: art collector/curator/ fuckboi, Reader: model/ player, dating app life, drinking, casual sex, Dominant Ari, assertive reader, sex almost straight out the gate, size kink (c &b), breeding kink, but protected sex, pussy/clit slapping, praise and degradation, one night stand with zero feelings caught (lies!)

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You weren’t even supposed to be on Raya that night.

You’d just finished a long shoot in a downtown loft where the air was thick with hairspray, and the photographer kept yelling absurdities like: “Give me strong, but soft! Like a powerful whisper!” 

Your feet ached. Your back screamed. The only thing keeping you sane was the cold cabernet sauvignon sweating in your hand.

You weren’t looking for anything. You just wanted to see some pretty faces and feel like a hot girl with options.

Swipe.

Swipe.

No.

No.

Hell no.

Well damn. Ari Levinson.

You’d heard about him. Your model friends had stories about how smooth he was, the size of his dick, and how he ghosted right after getting what he wanted. Classic.

But you got it. On a cellular level. Because you weren’t looking for entanglements either.

You just wanted the D.

His first photo was black and white, him standing in a sunlit Parisian gallery, framed by massive abstract canvases. His hair was tousled like he either just woken up from a nap on a vintage couch or spent the morning negotiating a private sale.

He wasn’t looking at the camera, of course not.

He was looking at the art. 

Ari also looked like art, smart blue eyes and soft lips partially hidden by a beard that you thought would feel good between your thighs. You could tell that he was tall, broad shouldered, and built to last. He was dressed casually, and that’s how you knew he was rich rich.

He didn’t have to show it off.

His bio was enigmatic:

“Chasing beauty, collecting moments. Sometimes it’s oil on canvas. Sometimes it’s the silence between two songs.”

What the fuck does that even mean?

You read it twice.

You meant to swipe left.

But fate, or the wine, intervened.

It’s a Match.

You stared at it for a minute, then typed before you could change your mind.

“Picasso said 'art is a lie that makes us realize truth.” You buying lies or selling them?” Drinks?

He responded within seconds.

He suggested a bar in SoHo with intimate booths, dim lighting, and top tier mixology. 

You almost said no. You didn’t do dates. 

You did vibes, connections, and the occasional night of excellent chaos. 

But something about his response made you curious.

—--

Raya was never really Ari’s scene.

Too curated. Profiles with perfectly lit selfies, vague aspirations, and bios that tried too hard to sound both deep and detached. 

He didn’t swipe often.

But the truth was, Ari Levinson was lonely.

Not in the sad, broken kind of way, more like he was perpetually surrounded by beautiful people who only admired his collection, complimented his taste, but never asked why he kept certain pieces or why he stared too long at sculptures that looked like loss.

His encounter the other night with the newlywed Rogers made him yearn for that kind of fire, that kind of connection. But he didn’t know if that could be duplicated.

Ari was just about to close the app when your profile popped up. 

He recognized you right away. 

Not because you were just beautiful, you definitely were, but because you commanded the image. There was a magnetism in the way you moved, a joy and defiance that didn’t care for permission.

On your profile was a picture of you in oversized sunglasses and a silk robe, holding a book. And another one of you at some red-carpet event, plus-sized and absolutely radiant, laughing like you were amused at the world. 

You were absolutely stunning.

Your bio:

Model. Curvy chaos. Not here for a long time, just a good time.

Ari smiled. Finally, someone not performing a softcore version of forever.

You weren’t like the others, not looking to be wifed up with someone rich and powerful like him. That made you dangerous.

He swiped right instinctively, just to see. Just to admire. 

He didn’t expect a match.

But when the screen lit up, It’s a Match!, his chest actually tightened. 

And then came your message.

You look like you curate galleries by day and cry to phoebe bridgers by night. Drinks?

He choked on his espresso.

It was hilarious.

And too perfect.

He should’ve ignored it. Should’ve played it cool.

Instead, he typed back faster than he ever had in his life.

“I’m intrigued. 8PM. Little Branch in SoHo. Can’t wait to see you.”

Short, sharp, and confident, not overplaying his hand. 

And it was the word intrigued, not “interested,” not “curious.” And he’d said, “Can’t wait to see you.” 

That got you. Because that meant he was already a little undone.

—---

Ari was already there when you walked in. Black button-up, gold chain, leaning on the bar casually, but you could tell he saw you the second you stepped through the door. He stood, smiled, and you rocked back on your heels as if hit by a bolt of lightning. 

The man was massive. Pictures didn’t do him justice and you didn’t know of the button up was tailored, all you knew is you felt the power beneath it. You also had to stop yourself from turning your head sideways to check out the package in his jeans.

You paused, steadying yourself, and continued your approach..

“Wow,” he said when you approached and introduced yourself. 

You laughed, because no matter how many people ogled you for a living, the involuntary kind of compliments always made you flustered. You swallowed, then turned to the barback.

“Negroni. Empress Gin.”

Ari raised an eyebrow, impressed.

“Oh. A big girl drink.”

You laughed. He kind of loved it already.

“Well, as you can see, I’m a big girl.”

Ari’s eyes slid down your body and you weren’t mad as he did a double take at your jeans. 

“I see. And I like.”

The way he licked his lips made you warm. You raised your eyebrow, imagining him munching away.

“My booth is back here.”

You looked at his large hand pointing the way to the back of the small bar to an even more intimate area. Yeah. You could ride that. 

You walked ahead of him and you knew that he was watching your ass. You didn't mind. That was the point.

His booth was tucked into a corner, shadowed and intimate; it was the kind of space designed for secrets and seduction. You slid in first, and he followed, sitting close.

He signaled for another round, fingers grazing yours on the drink menu as if by accident, and when the server left, he turned back to you with that beautiful smile.

“So. Model, huh?” 

You smiled back at him.

“That’s the rumor. Print and editorial mostly. A few campaigns. But I prefer runways in Europe over the states. I travel a lot.”

“Sounds exhausting.”

You shrugged. 

“Sometimes. But I like bringing the fantasy to life.” 

You took a sip of your drink and his eyes were on your mouth.

“And you? Art dealer, right? Collector?”

“Curator,” he corrected gently. “Sometimes broker. Sometimes buyer. Mostly, I help people spend obscene amounts of money on things they don’t understand.”

You raised an eyebrow. 

“So a charming con artist with a gallery?”

He grinned. 

“Exactly. But I only sell what I believe in.”

“Nice. I sell unattainability and the occasional skincare product. We both deal in illusions.”

“Yours just have better lighting.”

You laughed and tilted your head. Something happened in Ari’s chest. He should have run.

“So, what, you sit around all day judging brushstrokes and seducing heiresses?”

“Mostly. And trying not to text back women I shouldn’t.”

“Am I one of them?”

“Too soon to tell. But you’re a strong contender.”

You let that linger in the air for a second.

“So,” you said slowly, setting your drink down with a clink, “is this where you try and charm the pants off me?”

“I was trying to decide,” he murmured, as he took a drink, eyes locked on yours, “if I wanted to fuck you at your place or mine.”

You blinked, just once, but your smile widened.

“Oh, we’re skipping pretense, then?” you questioned. “Good. I hate when men waste my time. When was the last time you were tested?"

Ari raised his brow. You cut right to the chase.

"I get tested once a quarter, last time was two weeks ago. Clean."

"Hmmmm. I tested a month ago. And I'm clean too. But I'm gonna still need you to wear protection."

Ari smiled and lowered his eyes. His hand moved slightly under the table to rest near your thigh, but not quite touching you. A tease.

"Of course. Something tells me you don’t let anything, or anyone through,” he replied.

You studied him, wondering if you were reading worship and destruction into his look or if it was actually there.

“You’re starting to sound like someone who catches feelings.”

“Feelings?” he echoed with a grin. “No, I just like being around wild, beautiful creatures. And I enjoy the ones that bite back even more.”

You leaned in closer to him. 

“You think I’m wild. And you think I bite?” 

“I hope you are. And I hope you do.”

Your leg brushed his under the table. His eyes flicked down, then back up to your face, darker now.

“I have the same hopes for you, Mr. Levinson.”

Ari’s jaw flexed, nostrils flaring. 

“I think we’re going to get along just fine.”

His fingers moved to your thigh and traced a slow line up your crotch beneath the table. 

You leaned in closer.

“You still sure about just one night?” he asked, eyes on your lips again.

You put your hand on his thigh at that moment, moving it up to feel his thickening cock. You were excited at the potential there.

“One night. That’s the deal. I don’t do second acts. So you better make it count.”

Ari grinned and your stomach flipped.

“Well, then. I need to make it unforgettable.”

—----

You were straddling him on your couch when Ari realized he was in trouble.

He should’ve known the second you walked into the bar, hips swaying and those curves...damn. But here, now, with your thighs around him and your body pressed so close he couldn’t tell where he ended and you began, he was so gone.

Ari wasn’t the type to rush. 

He was all about artful restraint and being aloof. But you shattered that. 

You kissed like you knew just how to destroy him with your lips, teeth, and tongue. Ari hadn’t experienced the feeling since he was a teenager, but damn, he was throbbing underneath you.

And when you unbuttoned his shirt, fingers dragging over his chest, rubbing his nipples under your palms, he swore under his breath.

“Fuck. You’re unreal,” he murmured.

And you just smirked, leaned in, whispering, “I know.”

God, the way you moved. Every roll of your hips was a tease, every drag of your nails down his skin was a stripe he wanted to earn. He gripped your jean-clad thighs thighs hard enough to ground himself, because he was floating somewhere between desperation and awe.

You rode him slowly at first. You wanted him to feel all of it, every breath, every tremor. And he did. 

Your pussy was buzzing with anticipation and you were impatient, but you wanted to savor this one.

You arched as his hips rolled up between your legs, anchoring your hands on his broad shoulders as he branded the shape of himself between your legs. And when he did it again, you moaned and tried to create your own rhythm, but he held you in place.

Ari had to stop you because he only had one shot tonight and he wasn’t going to throw it away and let you cum in your pants. When your orgasm hit, it would be with the slick walls of your pussy clamped around his cock.

So you did the only thing you could, which was to grind down harder on him, causing him to let out a shaky breath, finally moving you against him to get some friction.

"Fuck... let me feel you, darlin'."

Ari made a new rhythm, one he managed with his eyes locked on yours, hands roaming from your waist to your back, then tangled in your hair as you leaned in and bit his bottom lip, making him groan.

“You gonna fall in love with me, Ari?” you teased against his mouth.

“I think I already am,” he said, before he could stop himself.

You didn’t answer, thinking it was part of the game. You just smiled, leaned back, hands on his chest, and started moving faster, driving him out of his mind. 

Every sound you made wrapped around his ribs and squeezed. He didn’t know what felt better, the pressure building low in his stomach, or the way you moaned his name like it tasted sweet in your mouth. The feel of your wet, hot pussy through your jeans was just a bonus.

He'd slept with beautiful women. Charming women. Women who made love like it were their last day on earth. 

But you? You were different.

And the way you looked, curls akimbo, lips parted, eyes locked on his like you were seeing to the bottom of him, that image seared into him. 

He stood, picking you up effortlessly, grabbing you under your ass.

“I’m assuming that your bed is up here?”

You just nodded, breathless at his power as he carried you up the stairs to the loft where your king sized bed was.

He reached the top and dropped you on the bed. You bounced a little as he reached for you and unbuttoned your jeans, dragging them down your legs along with your panties.

Shit, he wasn’t wasting any time.

He stopped and proceeded to strip off his own clothes.

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” he commanded and you scrambled to comply, removing your top and your bra and watching him undress at the same time. You almost groaned at the sight of his cock.

You hadn’t always been a cock hungry slut, but you were a little obsessed. Ari was big and long, not the longest you’d had, but definitely the thickest. It was beautiful: veiny and flushed, with a large swollen head that leaked precum down his shaft. You knew it was going to be amazing when he stretched you out.

Then you noticed his balls. They looked full and heavy. You couldn’t help but lick your lips as you imagined how much cum he’d have for you. Ari smirked down at your wide eyes on him as he pushed your shoulders until you were lying on your back.

He hooked your thighs with his hands and dragged you until your ass was at the edge of the bed and you squealed with surprise as he lifted your feet up to his shoulders. This was quite the change from your usual three positions with your one night stands: missionary, cowgirl, or doggy style.

When he rubbed the his thick tip along your soaked slit, you closed your eyes and moaned. He tapped the entrance to your pussy with his cock, holding your hip to ensure that you didn't make him slip inside you.

Yeah. Ari wasn’t like other guys.

You felt the weight of him as he dragged his cock through your slippery, swollen pussy, smearing your slick all over him and you looked down, mesmerized by the sight. This was going to be good.

Ari looked down angrily.

"Fucking soaked for me," those blue eyes snapped up to yours, freezing you in place. "You always this wet?"

He licked those red lips and if you had a heart you would have been in trouble. You’d never been this wet with anyone before. You just shook your head no, not trusting yourself to answer, lest you have him thinking, correctly, that he was the shit.

But he read you anyway. That smile was both beautiful and annoying.

"For me? You shouldn't have... might get me addicted."

You scowled at him, but then you bit your lip as he started to draw circles on your clit with his penis. You were dickmatized again, eyes riveted to the spot as you moaned.

He tapped his cock against your clit to get your attention.

“Look at me.”

You looked at him through your lashes.

“Do you have any condoms?”

Oh no. Did you? You couldn’t think because of the pre-orgasmic haze you were in. Ari licked his finger and then brought it down to caress your clit while he waited for your answer.

That didn’t help the clarity of your thinking.

“Ch-check the top drawer.”

You gestured toward your nightstand, hoping it was the right direction. 

He left you, opened legged and bereft as he went on his mission, and you breathed a sigh of relief when he said, “Found them.”

Thank god. You were about to beg him to ride you bareback if he hadn’t found any. He sheathed himself and then moved back into his previous position.

He rubbed himself over your slit again, and you moaned.

“Right about here, between these beautiful thick thighs, wouldn’t you agree?”

He was driving you crazy. Your cunt was humming on a five at the bar, but he had ramped her up to an 11. You’d never been this desperate for a cock before.

“Just fuck me, please!”

He chuckled and lined the head of his cock against your entrance, but didn’t push home. He teased you for a second, before dragging it up and down one last time, just to see the look your face.

Beautiful.

“You sure about this?”

His voice was pure sin. You opened your eyes fully and glared at him.

Gorgeous.

“Yes, Ari. I need you.”

That must have been enough because he immediately plunged in, inch by glorious fat inch, straight to your core. 

“Oh fuck!”

Ari’s meaty cock stretched you out, and your head fell back in ecstasy as your hips instinctively arched to take him in deeper. You were panting from pure pleasure as you tried to adjust to his thickness.

“You like that? Like my thick cock in this little pussy?”

“Yes, God, yes!”

You couldn’t stop yourself from bucking against him to try to get him to move. He was still as a statue and his jaw was clenched from restraint.

“Tell you what, if you beg me to fill your pussy with cum, I’ll fuck you so hard your head spins. Deal?”

“Um…” you couldn’t form your thoughts to beg, or to realize that there would be no cum filling because of the condom.

“Why don’t you think about it and let me know,” Ari said casually as if he were talking to a customer browsing his gallery.

But he started thrusting slowly into your cunt as the electric current in his dick made you crave the roughness he’d suggested.  You tried to pull yourself together, but it didn’t work.

Ari was transfixed by your breasts. They looked delicious.

“Play with your nipples,” Ari growled.

You cupped your breasts with your hands and pulled at the stiff peaks. He continued his leisurely pace, except now everything was worse. Or better.

Every time you pulled your nipples, you felt a corresponding pull between your legs. And then there was the way he was looking at what you were doing, eyes half lidded and mouth open as you touched yourself. Fuck that was so erotic.

The pressure was building, but you knew you wouldn’t cum until he fucked you harder.

Ari stopped and pulled out.

“Nooooooo!” you cried, and he chuckled at you, as if he was amused.

“I really wanna make you cum, but I think I’m distracting you too much.”

You couldn’t think, but you didn’t want him to stop. A sharp smack against your swollen pussy lips made you yelp and a blast of delight surged through you. 

Holy fuck what was this guy doing to you?

When he slapped your pussy harder, you realized how completely fucked you were.

You would do whatever he wanted.

“Okay okay. Let me think…. Shit, Uh…” you were completely in a daze.

“Are you ready to beg me to fill you with my cum?” Ari reminded you of the question at hand.

He brought a finger back to your clit and rubbed devastating circles around it.

Jesus fuck, it was like he didn’t really want you to be able to talk. Catching a moment of clarity, you rushed it out.

“Please, Ari, fuck me hard and fill me with your cum. Pretty please. I just need your cum. Promise I’ll be the best fucktoy you’ve ever had, please?”

He gave you an evil grin and caressed your clit harder. You whimpered.

“Please, Ari. Need your cum.”

He stopped rubbing and you felt his tip nudging into you, and you were almost purring from the pleasure. He pressed in until he bottomed out, waves of bliss washing over you. You started trembling preemptively.

“Good girl,” he announced as he pulled out gently, only to slam back in hard.

“Oooooo, fuck, oh my god!” you gasped out as he fucked you ruthlessly. 

The sound of your moans mixed with the squeaking of your bed, and you continued to play with your tits which only increased your pleasure.

You went from one peak to another as you quickly spiraled toward your orgasm, Ari’s grunts each time he sank into you helping to speed you along.

“Such a….good… little… breedable…. Fucktoy…..”  

He slammed into you, groaning with every word. All it took was one brush of his finger to push you over the edge.

You screamed, “Oh, god, yes!” as you came all over his cock and writhed against him as he roared that he was cuming. New waves of rapture surged between your legs, traveling throughout your entire body.

He drilled into you for a moment longer, and the intense aftershocks were almost too much to bear. When he finally pulled out, the room swirled around you and you let out a tiny giggle. 

Ari did promise to fuck you hard enough to make it spin.

He went to the bathroom and disposed of the condom and then returned and pulled you up the bed to make you his little spoon.

You reveled in the smell of sweat and sex, almost getting high on the scent. You laughed softly like you couldn’t believe what just happened. But he knew. He knew exactly what happened.

He was ruined.

But you were a one-night promise, a walking fantasy with no intentions of calling back. And still, as you lay in bed with him, catching your breath, his hands on your body, Ari knew he didn’t want this to end. 

Not anytime soon.

“You don’t have to stay if you have something in the morning…”

You meant that to sound more definitive, like you were inviting him to leave, but Ari had wrecked you so much that you didn’t have the energy to be cold. That was the reason you turned, burrowed into his chest and let your eyelids get heavy.

Ari chuckled. 

“Don’t worry, Muse. I’ll get out of your hair soon. Just catching my breath.”

“... the fuck is Muse?...” you questioned on your way to sleep, the rhythm of his fingers on your thighs the nails in your coffin of sleep.

“You are. You’re my Muse.”

You didn’t quite feel the kiss on your forehead. But you smiled.

—----

In the morning, the light in your apartment was rude.

It filtered through the curtains like it had a personal vendetta, hitting your face just as you tried to pretend the night didn’t happen the way it did. Your limbs were sore in that satisfied way, like you’d run a marathon, but only with your hips. 

You stretched. Yawned. Felt the warmth behind you.

Shit.

Ari was still there.

He was on his side, one arm slung over your waist like it belonged there. His broad chest was on your back, and his nose buried in your neck, breathing you in.

You shifted. He didn’t move. Just tightened his hold with that annoying, possessive kind of tenderness.

“Morning,” he mumbled into your skin, his gravelly morning voice threatening to do you in.

“Mhmm,” you answered, noncommittally. You carefully peeled his arm off. 

“You can go, you know.”

That got his attention. He lifted his head, messy hair falling over his eyes, beard pressed with pillow lines. 

He looked like sex personified.

“Damn. No coffee? No kiss on the cheek? Not even a fake number on a Post-it?”

“Don’t make this weird, Ari.”

You’re out of bed now, grabbing your robe from the chair, ignoring the way his eyes tracked your every move. You knew the drill. One-night stands didn’t turn into brunch plans.

He propped himself up and leaned against your headboard like it was custom-built for him.

“Wasn’t trying to. Just… didn’t think you’d be in such a rush to forget me.”

“I’m not,” you lied, tying your hair up with a scarf, trying to be as unattractive as possible. 

You had no idea that to him you looked like the most beautiful painting he'd ever seen.

“I just like to keep things clean. No open tabs.”

“Hmm.” 

He studied you for a long moment, then stretched like a cat, unapologetically naked and smug. 

“You always kick people out like this? Or am I just special?”

You sighed. He wasn't making it easy. He was too comfortable in your space. Too charming. Too in your face.

“I didn’t peg you for the lingering type.”

“I’m not. But something about your bed makes me reconsider my brand.” 

He grinned. 

“And you snore a little. It’s cute.”

You whirled around. 

“I do not snore.”

He laughed. Like it was a private joke between you. It softened you for a second. Just a second. You cleared your throat and motioned down toward the door.

“Seriously. You should go.”

He nodded slowly, slid out of your bed and grabbed his clothes, treating you to the sight of him getting leisurely getting dressed. When he caught you watching, he grinned, and you scoffed, going down the stairs so you wouldn’t be tempted stare any more.

Ari walked past you, stopped at the doorway and turned.

“If this is your way of making sure I don’t catch feelings... it might be too late.”

That caught you off guard. He shrugged.

“It’s fine. I’m not asking for a toothbrush or a drawer. But if you ever want to fuck again… or talk about art… or do both at the same time…You know where to find me, Muse.”

He winked. The mutherfucker actually winked, then walked out like he didn’t just ruin your perfectly controlled system. 

You stood there, silent, heart hammering a little harder than you would have liked. And only when the door clicked shut did you whisper: 

“...Goddamn it.”

——-

Muse: Two

So… whaddya think? 🤔

[itshermocrates]

POISON- Ep. 4 Analysis

I have no idea if someone has already done something like this but these two unfortunate souls have been in my mind since I watched the show TWO WEEKS AGO. So I'm gonna share with you this personal analysis of what we saw during the Poison scene in Ep. 4 of Hazbin Hotel.

Again, I don’t know if anyone has already talked about this (I’m not very active on tumblr), but I think that what we see as Angel sings Poison is made not only to tell us how the relationship Angel has with Valentino is but ALSO how it came to be thanks to everything that's happening on screen while he's singing.

Of course the lyrics are also important so I’ll make some reference to those as well, but I’ll focus mainly on what we see. Since I can only add 30 pics in this post this will be a bit difficult but I will try my best.

SOME CONTENT WARNINGS! I'm not sure if this is even necessary but anyways,,, Pychological abuse, abuse, violence, domestic violence, drugs, addiction, sex work, dubius consent, sexual violence, abusive relationship, unhealthy power dynamics, angst, suicidal ideas (hinted), etc.

Now, without further ado, let's begin!

Before the song, Valentino and Angel have a fight in his dressing room. I want to start here because during that fight Angel gets a black eye and we get to see how the walls of his room are filled, not only by security cameras, but also by a lot of eyes that follow Angel wherever he goes inside the room. We will see more of these eyes soon enough.

After that fight Angel sends Charlie back home and we see a bit more of what we could expect from Valentino with his manipulation tactics. The sweet tone and the praise as he embraces Angel from behind, too close and too intimate considering he will be soon forcing him to go back to work.

These are the tricks every abuser uses to manipulate and control the people around them, and it’s what Valentino uses all the time with Angel.

This is the behavior of an abusive boyfriend, a dynamic they have in the present, but once Poison starts, we are presented with their backstory. Now we will get to see how that dynamic is even possible, how these two ended up together and how their relationship started and evolved.

Valentino sits next to the movie director and everyone starts moving to prepare the scene they are about to film. He is the one in control here, the one calling for action again and deciding who does what and when. And just like that we see how Angel's black eye is concealed by makeup, erasing the marks of what had just happened and metaphorically erasing the violence of the relationship he is in now.

Angel closes his eyes in displeasure, focusing on what Valentino wants from him. When he opens his eyes again, his expression is completely different, this Angel without bruises, is not only a version of him from minutes ago, before the fight with Val, or even prior to the abuse… This is the Angel before Valentino.

He walks backwards, as if he was going back in time, moving easily with the playful shamelessness that characterized him back then. When he sings “I’m not above a love to cash in” he was most likely referring to his past as a sex worker or at least, as someone who didn’t mind to sell his affections to get what he needed/wanted. During this time, he would most likely go clubbing every night, since it offered a good way to earn easy money while he had a great time, partying, drinking, consuming…

Angel probably was the type of person who used those who desired him to get whatever he wanted, a game he knew how to play. Even if it could get risky or inconvenient, he was a free soul, he was still in control of what he did or didn't do with all those people, so at the end of the day, he always won. That’s what he believes as he playfully lays back on the setting’s bed again.

That had always been true after all, or at least it was until he came across someone that beated him at his own game. Someone who would take that freedom and control over his own body away from him.

His expression changes again to one of terror when a shadow looms over his body from outside the frame. That’s the silhouette of the men he was previously filming with, but we can also imagine that this figure suddenly changing the way he moves, reacts and feels, was meant to represent Valentino.

After the other actors surround him, and the scene fades to black, we are shown what could have been Angel's previous workplace. A stripclub where he danced for money and probably engaged in sex work in a somewhat safe and controlled environment. Back then he had become popular enough to be "the star" of his own show, and a performer good enough to get a reputation that would eventually reach the ears of one of the most powerful overlords in that district.

Valentino discovered him maybe by chance, or maybe not. Maybe he had heard of Angel Dust and wanted to see for himself if this dancer was as good and pretty as all those people said. And after watching him perform Valentino was the furthest from disappointed, he had enjoyed the show so much that he decided to take a closer look at this Angel Dust’s skills.

He approaches him, maybe as a client, or maybe just as a guy interested in what he had to offer, and although Angel doesn't trust him at first, he ends up entering his game.

He was just another man who wanted to fuck him, one that had enough money to spoil him all he had ever wanted and more. It was quite the opportunity for someone as low in the food chain as him, and Angel had already played with rich men like Valentino before, he knew what he was doing.

So Angel took the bait, and had sex with Valentino. Probably a blowjob in that same club he danced at that served as a test for Valentino.

Now we have a scene with two Valentinos, one that is about to get head from Angel with a video camera on his hand, and another Val standing behind the cameras and lights of what we now know to be another movie set. The first Val we saw, extending his hand before Angel when he finished his performance, was the Val of his past, the one he sucked off the night they met. That was someone Angel thought to be somewhat honest, or, at the very least a man he heavily underestimated.

It's the playful man that winks seductively at him in the set from afar with those red hot eyes he fell for, the same that quickly turns into a different guy with similar clothes (red jacket and white fur) now recording him on set. Someone who quickly became a stranger to Angel, just as he is for us, since we can’t even see his face.

The second Val it's the real one, the one standing next to the movie director watching everything with calculating eyes and a dangerous smile. That's the man who told Angel all those red hot lies he believed to be true, and the one judging with this first meeting if the spider was a worthy investment or not.

Angel proves to be good enough. Valentino likes him, and after that night he starts to actively pursue Angel but he didn’t do that as a simple client. He can tell Angel isn't a common whore, he has talent, charisma and he's been playing this game for long enough to know all the tricks. One can only become so successful in this world knowing how to play their cards well.

It’s obvious then what he has to do to turn Angel into his next movie star. Valentino needs to make him fall in love with him and make him believe that Valentino can love him just as much. This is exactly what he is going to do.

On screen we see how Valentino's sex pollen (he's a moth guys, it has to be sex pollen) starts to fill the scene, and as it expands it engulfs Angel, making us know just how captivated, how absorbed he will end up being.

Note: I know there’s a theory that says that Valentino’s power comes from his saliva or something like that and I haven’t read it or anything, but I do believe the smoke/fog that surrounds him has the same effect as the “sex pollen” trope. Or at least it’s similar.

The red fog expands all over the frame, emphasizing Valentino’s overpowering skills and charisma. When it clears, we see Angel in a different place while he sings the second line of the lyrics “What’s the worst part of this hell, I can only blame myself”.

His expression is one of pure anguish and regret, and he’s saying this while standing in front of Valentino in his apartment. He's talking about how naive he was for believing all of Valentino's lies, to truly believe that what he felt for Angel was love. He blames himself for buying this love story and falling for him so hard it made him very easy to manipulate. He regrets not having seen it before it was too late.

Because when Valentino’s back appears at the left corner of the frame, with an extended hand and smoke-made chains, it’s Angel the one who finally cuts the distance and accepts the chains Val is offering him.

Angel was too blinded by Valentino’s courting, by his sweet words and lovely gestures, but also by the constant push and pull of their dynamic, the flirting, the teases, the seduction. He loved the attention and he loved the sense of control, of power, he could feel when he was with Valentino, an overlord no less, a demon so rich and powerful he could have anyone he could have ever wanted. But Val had chosen him, him of all people.

This brief initial moment represents the regret he feels when he remembers how it all started, when Angel thinks about the beginning of their relationship, a time when everything seemed fine and their sexual chemistry made him lose all sense of reason. Because with Val everything ended up leading him to his bed.

After this short display of regret, we are presented a sequence made to represent the fantasy Angel indulged himself in, an illusion tinted in pink colors and fun costumes. This is the story Valentino had carefully created for him to make him fall in love with him, a story that made the spider feel so good when he was by his side, he could easily excuse any warning sign in his sight.

Because Angel would obviously want to be with Valentino when all he knew about him was his lover persona, a facade that portrayed him as a passionate lover and playful partner, his (soon to be) poison.

They had fun and even when Valentino showed little fragments of his true intentions and personality, Angel was too blinded to notice that he was starting to lose the very game he had considered himself a master of. Valentino and the relationship Angel had with him was addictive, so it didn't matter what happened, Angel always came back. You can think of this as the result of Valentino’s sex pollen, his charisma or a combination of both, depending on what flavor of angst is your favorite.

What we can know for sure, is that they were both performers in their own ways, both players in the game of love, so Angel could have excused and normalized a lot of things he shouldn't have. Knowing their line of work, of course that they could get a bit too intense every now and then, of course things could get a bit out of hand between them, they were just sooo dramatic.

It was that rollercoaster of emotions, the raw intensity of it all what ended up hooking Angel so much. The playfulness that could get a bit dangerous really fast, even if the Valentino he thought he knew would never really hurt him. Right?

A few little details I like about this sequence are the way we get to see Valentino’s home in the background and how the colors of his clothes and body are darker than usual but still lighter in comparison to what we will see in the following scenes, indicating how this was still the “nice” version of Valentino.

In the same way, Angel is playing with the chains bounding his wrists together, not his neck (yet), telling us that he’s playing with fire, quite literally dancing with the idea of being owned by Val, but he is still a free soul. In this moment he was falling hard and quick for Valentino’s lies, but he wasn’t his captive yet.

He’s having fun while being manhandled by Valentino, both physically and emotionally, but he still thinks of it as a game, another part of their sex life and how they naturally work as a couple. It’s exciting, it’s new and Angel loves it.

Not knowing that the longer he stays the more power is giving Val over him. Valentino is starting to show his true colors, in these last frames we can see that his figure is getting darker as Angel is slowly discovering the manipulative side of Val, the controlling and abusive nature he had been hiding from the spider since the beginning.

The push and pull continues as we see their silhouettes dancing, even if in reality this is Valentino pulling from his side of the chain to keep Angel close, to keep him with him.

After the shadows sequence, we get back to the playfulness Angel had shown when he took the chains for himself and started to tease Valentino. Only that this time, Val’s colors are darker and his touch more possessive, more aggressive. He’s groping him and even choking him while Angel sings “I made my choice and every night I’m living like there’s no tomorrow” with a grin, showing us how this was still a game for him.

He made his choice staying with Val because he loved him and he thought he was loved in return, when the moth had been only toying with him from the moment they first saw each other. This is Angel’s greatest regret, the fact that he truly believed Val’s lies, that despite all the warning signs he kept choosing him over and over again.

Choosing to stay, to kneel before Val, to obey him with the promise of a new wave of pleasure, a new high. Just as Valentino wanted him to do as we can see the vicious smile he wears during this entire sequence.

I think the next couple of seconds tells us how, for a while, they were together and Angel was still able to keep his job at the club. He was still allowed to see his friends (his coworkers most likely) and spend time with them, while Valentino made sure to feed all his previous bad habits and addictions, giving him gifts (we know Fat Nuggets was a gift from Val), a lot of money he could spend on a whim and eventually, probably the substances to use as well.

The smile on his face, the smugness of it, makes me think he’s telling his friends about this rich guy that pampers him in every way and treats him like a prince. He has found the ultimate Sugar Daddy, a man that has changed his life forever in the best way possible. Now he can have whatever he wants, party for days without having to worry about not having enough money to eat at the end of the month or a place to stay.

Angel would have used drugs before, maybe occasionally, maybe only at parties, maybe to get the worst bits of his job done, maybe he was already a bit of an addict, but it’s now, when he has the means to consume every night that he definitely becomes one.

Valentino made sure of it.

During this time, Valentino would secure the control he had over Angel, weakening his mind and will by worsening his addiction problem while continuing convincing him of how much he loved him. The parties were incredible, the sex was amazing, and Angel felt on top of the world at every moment. He was “living like there’s no tomorrow” without realizing the higher he raised above the ground, the hardest would be his fall.

And maybe this is just me over analyzing a kinky moment, but after this, after Valentino bites Angel causing him a wince of pain and maybe even making him bleed, everything changes.

They are having sex, far from the flashing lights, they are together as Anthony and Val, as the real person who oftenly hides behind his stage persona. The person who is deeply in love with Valentino, who is vulnerable and allows his lover to hurt him however he wants because he trusts that the pleasure that follows will be worth it.

But after that bite, he’s no longer in bed with Val, he's in the same bed from the very beginning of this music video, surrounded by lights, disoriented and confused… As if he was expecting Valentino to be between his legs and not this stranger.

When he finally comes to his senses and sits, we hear for the first time the line “My story’s gonna end with me dead from your poison”. This was the beginning of the end of their honeymoon phase and the point of no return. Valentino had considered Angel weakened enough to take a step further, and a new part of him is finally uncovered when he carefully introduces Angel to the porn industry. He would do so (probably) while Angel was too intoxicated and definitely too blindly in love to know what he was doing.

Valentino becomes this overwhelming shadow that covers Angel’s body, a silhouette he can’t escape from, and when we are shown what Angel sees, we can no longer see the color of Valentino’s clothes. His colorful persona, his facade of playful lover it’s no longer in place, he has stopped pretending and acting as the good boyfriend the spider had always wanted. Now before Angel there’s only the demon that owns thousands of souls, a vicious drooling smile and sharp red eyes. An overlord to fear and be intimidated by.

The background is filled with filming equipment, and even if Valentino’s body language is meant to appear welcoming, Angel feels terrified. This is not the Valentino he knew, and now he is completely trapped. He can’t refuse now, this is a choice he is being forced to make even if his soul still technically belongs to him.

After being pressured, Angel becomes part of this industry, and although he doesn’t really like it, he still trusts Valentino enough to not run away. The overlord can be scary, but he still believes that he’s safe with him, that if Val is by his side nothing wrong could ever happen to him. And after all, he had done sex work before, right? What difference did it make to fuck strangers for money in front of a camera now?

He’s not comfortable, and every day that intimidating side of Valentino that wasn’t really there before grows darker, fiercer and scarier. Angel had seen the ugliness of Valentino before, as a man, as a possessive boyfriend, as a controlling partner, but never as the powerful demon he truly was. So he still obeys Val and features in a few movies of his choice.

We can see these doubts, Angel’s discomfort and even a bit of his trust in Valentino at the beginning of the next sequence, when they appear on the set of a different movie.

Angel was a performer, he had faked his own pleasure before, he could do it again now, and he could do it while earning way more money. He could do so, because he knew Valentino was there, guiding him, helping him, making sure his lover was safe. He always thought that Val was looking out for him, making sure he was getting the right roles in the right movies, the right contracts, and when he was nervous, Valentino was right by his side to comfort him.

But Valentino had never cared about Angel’s safety. And once Angel started to voice his doubts or show his discomfort, he made sure he couldn’t do it for much longer. The comfort Angel sought for was quickly replaced by something chemical, something that eased his nerves but also left him dazed and disoriented.

It was then that Valentino drugged him, tricked him and made him sign the contract that would leave him with only half a soul inside his chest.

Valentino had fed Angel’s addiction for a long time, adding to the mix not only the illusion of a love story, but also his own drug, his sex pollen, something that numbed the spider’s mind enough to go through all the things Valentino wanted him to do in front of the camera. Oftenly Angel was left too intoxicated to respond, too vulnerable and weak. In his last moments of lucidity he always could see Valentino, his lover, the man he thought would always take care of him, turning his back to him and leave him.

Valentino is the last thing he sees before everything fades to black around him, before he disappears. He’s no longer Anthony or Angel Dust, the stage persona, now the lines between those two different identities blurry beyond repair, and the person he becomes is a little more Angel Dust and a lot less Anthony.

I don’t think that it was just a coincidence that they used a BDSM scene to represent the moment Angel definitely lost control of his actions, his body and most likely also his soul. BDSM is all about power dynamics and the control that’s exchanged between consenting partners, only that, in this case, Angel didn’t really have a choice and there was no consent. This lack of control and safety is emphasized precisely by the type of session Angel is forced into.

He’s restrained in every way possible, he’s tied up, a blindfold covers his eyes and a gag is forced onto his mouth, one that would prevent him from closing it no matter how much he tried. He has no way to end the scene, no way to say a safeword, to complain or to stop what other people do with him or to him.

This is meant to represent the moment he signed the contract, and how he felt every time he entered the set of a new movie after he signed it. He stopped being his own person, he had disappeared, and what had been left of him was nothing but a sex toy for Valentino to control in each of his productions.

Now we see the Angel Dust that survived this state of numbness and dissociation, the one that has consumed Anthony just so he could keep himself alive.

While Angel Dust dances, seemingly enjoying the show, performing as he has always done, in the background screens we see what’s left of Anthony, of the boy feeling trapped and used with no single way out of it. This is accompanied by more fragments of that BDSM scene that changed it all, since that was a traumatic event that repeats itself in Angel’s mind every time Valentino forces him into a new role, a new movie, a new lie.

These frames show us not only the stress Angel is feeling, but also how Valentino is always there to exploit his body in the way he deems more profitable. We know this because he appears in between Angel’s anguish, but also because the same eyes that covered his dressing room walls are in the background while someone fucks Angel from behind.

While this happens we hear again “I made my choice”, a reminder of Angel’s regrets, shame and guilt. In addition the line “Every night I’m living like there’s no tomorrow” now has slightly changed, indicating the shift in Angel’s life and condition as no longer a free soul. What we hear now is  “Every night I’m wasted like there’s no tomorrow”.

Where once he was happy, he’s now desperate, begging to get a way out.

We see a bit more of the playful performer, Angel Dust, and the pain of Anthony in the background before Valentino approaches him again like a great imposing figure, putting an end to his show.

The second Angel notices Valentino, distress becomes clear all over his face. He points to the left, outside of what we can see, and when he tries to escape, Valentino grabs him and pulls him closer.

He has finally come face to face with the real Valentino in all his twisted glory and he wants to run away. He knows now that what they had wasn’t love, it had never been, and it’s painful. But he’s afraid of Valentino, he can’t do anything to escape his contract and he now belongs to him (at least while they’re on set).

That last frame with Valentino embracing him, a vicious smile on his face in contrast with Angel’s terrified expression puts an end to their story, to the narration of how they came to be what they are now. After that, we are presented to the aftermath, the Angel that’s no longer intoxicated by his poison and can only dread the many past choices he would like to change.

He is now fully aware that there’s no way out of his hell, that for as long as he is alive he will be Valentino’s toy. He’s destroyed in every way, his mind is a mess too dependent on the drugs Valentino has been feeding him to properly think, and his body has stopped to feel as his own a long time ago.

How could he consider that pile of bones, fur and chemically loosen up muscles as his own? He’s disgusted, drowning in this feeling of helplessness.

And he’s even more grossed out when he notices the remains of Valentino’s poison, his drug, still lingering on his tongue. He’s so lost, he doesn’t even recognize himself. This is not where he was supposed to be, he shouldn’t be in Valentino’s apartment, he doesn’t want to be there anymore.

The substance that once had brought him so much joy, such a delicious bliss, now slips past his lips burning his skin like acid. The itch reminds him of the reason why he’s there, and he can only feel pain. The only cause for most of his problems had always been his addiction. To Val, the sex they had, his poison, the drugs he bought for him…

No matter how hard he tries to get used to this life he has with Val now, he simply can’t do it. It doesn’t matter how many movies he appears in, they are never enough, they will never be enough for the overlord. Because he’s nothing but a tool to make Valentino and the other Vs even richer and more powerful.

That’s Valentino’s business and what initially made him get close to Vox. They complimented each other and together they felt capable of ruling Hell like that was their birthright. A power Angel would never get to know firsthand, because for Valentino he was nothing but another whore to use, exploit and eventually discard.

Angel is sick of it, is tired of living a life he hates, a lonely life full of pain and abuse, all caused by the person he loved the most.

He has spent years trapped in the V Tower, watched by the countless cameras placed in every wall and every corner of his prison. Even when he’s not on set, controlled by Valentino and his team, he feels Vox lenses following all of his movements, and despite the luxury he lives in, every day he goes to sleep wishing to never wake up.

That's all, folks. I hope you liked it, or at least got as sad as I felt while analyzing this. Again this is all what I could understand from that segment of the episode I don't know if y'all already knew this but I did wanted to share it. If you liked this check my bird app account bc there is where I spend most of my online time or my Ao3 profile, although I post mostly Skfs content now <3

[vampyreelf]

It Was Good Seeing You, Detective

A/N: I AM BACK!!! Hopefully for good now. Sorry in advance about the bad court jargon, I did my best with the Law and Order experience I have. Enjoy!

Summary: You are a detective that was in charge of the case for Thranduil, he was accused of multiple murders but things go wrong and you go on a spiral.

Thanduil x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Murder, Obsessive Behavior, Creampie, Dubious Consent, Dark!

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The media circus around this case was ridiculous, ever since the billionaire mogul, Thranduil was indicted for the murders, you weren’t a homicide detective for too long, only two years and many tried to take this case away from you, but you fought tooth and nail and they kept it with you, for the annoyance of many of your more experienced colleagues. Today was the day of the hearing for the case, to know what evidence the prosecution has against Thranduil and if the case will indeed go forward.

You arrive at the court steps, wearing sunglasses since you wouldn’t be able to see anything without them due to the amount of flashes. There was screaming and people following you with the microphone, trying to get a sound bite out of you. 

“Detective, are you positive that the philanthropist and billionaire recluse is guilty of these heinous crimes?” One of them yelled out, trying to keep up with your speed.

“No comment.” You said every 5 seconds, until you finally reached your partner, Aidan, who had a cup of Starbucks for you.

“Your favourite.” He hands you the drink and you thank him. “You’re a superstar, now hopefully when the trial ends they will leave you alone.” He laughs and you roll your eyes.

“Why don't they nag you as well? You’re in all of the photos of the crime scene and you were also on the video of us arresting him.” You drink from the cup and Aidan just laughs at you.

“I’m not the best face to be chased by the cameras, of course everyone wants to talk and film the good looking woman.” You roll your eyes and you enter the court, there you see the prosecutor, Thorin Oakenshield, he is the best and you’re glad he’s the one that is handling the case.

“Are you ready for this, Oakenshield?” Aidan teases and Thorin only laughs and fixes his tie.

“You’re kidding? I want to put all of the Greenleaf family behind bars for years, I’ll settle for the head of the family, the fucking cunt.” The three of you entered the courtroom and you have never seen that many people in a trial before, you were confident in the case you and Aidan built and you knew that Thorin would never go after what he dubs as “mob family with royal blood” if he wasn’t 100% sure.

You sit down at the closest row, behind Thorin and then you see him show up. He was wearing a suit which the cost of it could feed a small village and he looked just as cocky as the day you arrested him. His team of lawyers were there, letting him know the strategy and he was listening intently. You only met one of his lawyers, Tauriel, she was efficient and incredibly pretty, you wondered if anything happened between them.

Thranduil glanced at your direction and smirked, he teased you for so long in the interview room, you spent 12 hours with him and his lawyer until the DNA evidence, one strand of his long blonde hair was found in the victim’s car, the main thing that brought the whole case together.

“All rise for the honourable judge Elrond.” The bayleaf announces, and everyone stands up. When Thranduil stands up, he looks at you yet again. The way he looks at you is so profound, as if he can strip you of all your defences, and it unnerves you greatly.

“Alright, the prosecution will start with the hearing.” Judge Elrond sits down and everyone follows after him, Thranduil looks at you again, his lawyer was talking to him but he didn't break eye contact at all.

“Your Honour, we are here today to prosecute and give the full extent of the law to Thranduil Greenleaf, he tortured and murdered many victims and we are here today to present all of the evidence we have.” Murmurs start in Thranduil's camp, and they don’t seem to be paying attention to Thorin at all.

“Is there a problem, counsellor?” Elrond seemed annoyed already, he was known for his no nonsense approach and he hated theatrics in his court.

“The defence motions for the case to be dismissed, your Honour.” Tauriel speaks after checking her phone and then making sure to check a paper on the table, Thranduil looks at you yet again, and this time it seems that he has already won, which sent a shiver down your spine, somehow you knew this wasn’t good.

“Really? And why is that?” Elrond looks unamused, he is already losing patience with this whole proceeding.

“The defence would like to introduce one more piece of evidence to the trial.” Tauriel announced in all of her confidence, Thorin rolled his eyes.

“Objection, your Honour.” Thorin interjects. “The defence had many months to submit as much evidence as they wanted but they didn't, this is a cheap trick to avoid accountability.” Thorin roars, this was something none of you were expecting.

“The reason why it wasn’t submitted was because we weren’t made aware until now, your Honour.” Tauriel explained and Elrond allowed her to continue. Thorin motioned for you to come closer to him.

“Do you have any idea of what it could be, anything that I need to fight?” He was stressed but you truly had no idea, every single piece of evidence was obviously well handled and processed, you shook your head and he nodded at you. Thranduil was watching you intently while you were conversing with Thorin, his eyes never moving from your form.

“We want the evidence 137 to be dismissed.” The hair found on the victim’s car, one of many victims, the thing that holds this whole case together.

“On what grounds?” Asks Elrond, he is definitely intrigued and doesn’t bode well for Thorin.

“We are challenging the chain of custody,” Tauriel puts a tik tok video on the screen and it’s the lab geek in charge of processing all the evidence, it was a stupid tik tok dance done near his work station. “As you can see,” She zooms in on the evidence. “This was the evidence, and the person responsible is in the the video, his name is Mr. Bilbo Baggins,” Tauriel reads off her list and you take a deep breath. “As you can also see in the video, he is not wearing gloves, making a video on his work station, who’s to say that it was planted or even worse, wrong?” She looks at Thorin who is fuming, there is nothing he can do, if the chain of command is the one of the most important things for any evidence, if the chain of command cannot be scrutinised, the case falls apart. “We move for dismissal since all of the other evidence is circumstantial at best, blatant misrepresentation at worst.” Elrond looks at the case files and looks at Thranduil and Thorin.

“Very well then, the case is dismissed.” The gavel is banged and Tauriel smiles, the whole team is shaking hands with Thranduil, and he hugs Tauriel, it seems that this whole thing was her doing. “Mr. Greenleaf, you are free to go.” Elrond announces and leaves the courtroom, Thorin is furious.

You can’t believe this happened, you knew he was guilty and you were going to prove it, even if it was the last thing you do in this life. 

“How could you let this happen?” Thorin yells at you, he has been trying to get this family for years and it was just taken from him. “A case dismissed because of a fucking lab geek that can’t do his fucking job.” He kept yelling, he wanted heads to roll and yours looked about the right size for him now.

“Hey, you can’t blame her for this man…Y/N did her job, she did everything by the book.” Aidan defended you and you were glad, Thorin always had a soft spot for you, many nights after a win the two of you drank together and almost hooked up once, you have never seen him this angry, he grunted.

“It was her fucking department, the two of you go out there and find me some fucking evidence that I can use and arrest this smug fucking cunt.” With that, he leaves you and Aidan, you are still trying to process everything, thinking of ways on how to kill Bilbo and not get caught.

“We’ll get him, don’t worry.” Aidan gives your arm a gentle squeeze, and leaves you, he has another trial to attend.

Thranduil approaches you, his lawyers left so it was just him. He had that smug look on his handsome face, he knew that he won and he wanted to gloat.

“Detective, I came to tell you that despite your horrid treatment of me, I hold nothing against yourself or the police department, and I hope that you find the person responsible for those horrid crimes.” He had such poise, every single word was measured, every single movement was calculated, you wondered if that was the reason why he killed so viciously, why he tortured his victims for days.

“You got off on a technicality, but I will catch you, it doesn’t matter how it takes. Your ass is going to prison, you prick.” You got right in his face, you wanted him to know that you weren’t scared of him.

“I would love to see you try, pet.” For a moment, there was nothing in his face but pure, unadulterated rage in his face and that scared you, and as soon as it came, it went. “It was good seeing you, Detective.” He smiles and leaves the courtroom, his walk filled with confidence, as if he owned the world, and with the sheer amount of  money he has, it might as well be true.

You left the courthouse just in time to see Thranduil speaking to the media, probably to quell the shareholders of his ever growing empire, watching him with all the confidence in the world, he was born for this, he was incredibly charismatic, you remembered how hard it was for your Captain to believe that the billionaire Thranduil Greenleaf, who has royal blood that he was guilty of brutal murders like those ones.

You drove away and you were determined to chew out Bilbo for his fuckup, but you weren’t going to stop, you were determined to put Thranduil in jail. This was the biggest case in your career and you were totally fucked over here, it was infuriating but you were determined to get it right this time. You got into the building and everyone was watching the interview and people looked at you, there was pity and some smugness, as if to say that they wouldn’t fuck it up a case this big.

“WHERE THE FUCK IS BILBO BAGGINS.” You yelled out and people scattered away, no one has ever seen you this angry before, despite the profession all of you are in, you were usually quite chill. Your Captain leaves his office after hearing you.

“What happened?” Bard, your Captain asks you, he always had a soft spot for you, he saw you as a daughter, he had the parental role in the precinct.

“I’m here, I’m here.” He comes from the elevator with a scared look on his face. You turn to him and you come right to his face. “Woah, what happened?” He took a step back, clearly scared of you.

“A FUCKING TIK TOK VIDEO FILMED WHILE YOU HAVE THE GREENLEAF EVIDENCE ON FULL DISPLAY?!” Bilbo was now white as a ghost, the whole precinct was looking at the interaction, no one dared to say anything. “YOU FUCKED UP MY WHOLE CASE FOR SOME 10 LIKES?! YOU FUCKING DUMBASS.” You point into his face and he backs away, trying to figure out how to defend himself. Bard put himself between you and the man.

“Detective, what happened?!” Bard asks you again, you take a deep breath trying to calm yourself down.

“The case was dismissed because the lawyers questioned the chain of command showing this fucking dumbass with the evidence RIGHT BEHIND HIM.” You yelled out and Bard looked at Bilbo, who looked down. “I won’t stop, I will put that motherfucker in jail.” Bard nods in acknowledgment.

“Do what you need to do. I will authorise anything, now go cool off.” You bumped into Bilbo and  left the precinct and went home, you seriously could’ve killed Bilbo for fucking up your whole case.

“Well, you know what to do. Delete tik tok and don’t ever post anything at work online.” Bard instructs Bilbo who is on the verge of tears, nods his head and leaves back to the lab.

Getting home you open the huge case board that you created at home, every single victim, his bank statements, times of the murder and where Thranduil was at those exact times, there was nothing else you could discover, not without the bodies or forensic evidence. You started to read the case file again and put the video of your interview with Thranduil, without his lawyer for the first one, you came quite friendly into his office and asked if he knew anything about the disappearance of his intern.

“ Mr. Greenleaf, please take a seat. ”  You heard your voice through the laptop, mentally cringing about hearing your own voice in a recording.

“ Of course, detective .” His voice was even more velvety on a recording, it was rich and calming at the same time, no wonder he always had everyone hanging over his every word.

There was nothing in the files, if you wanted to catch him, he would have to make another mistake which meant people dying.

“ Forgive me for admitting this, but I don't know much about your career .” Now you noticed he was angry about that, his veneer was quite easy to crack if you knew where to poke. “ Can you tell me more about yourself, your great accomplishments? ” He basked in the praise but it was barely noticeable, you only noticed that after watching the footage, a barely noticeable smirk and an opening of the chest.

“ Some would say that I have what I have due to my family name and father, but the companies were national and I made them global, so I will take credit for that. ” His body language was relaxed, hand on the table and looking at you at all times.

“Well, it seems that it takes only 3 generations to squander generational wealth, so you certainly did the impossible.” Flattery didn't work with everyone but it might’ve worked on Thranduil, perhaps he assumed you were being genuine. You saw him bite his lips and look at your lips, he liked you, at least felt some lust.

“You flatter me, Detective.” He smiles but it doesn’t quite meet his eyes, he was getting impatient, you noticed that at the interview too.

“Do you remember your intern,” You put his photo on the table and Thranduil looked at it. “He was covering for your assistant who was on maternity leave, Lindir.” He doesn’t seem to react at first, trying to remember the face, but there was something there.

“Well, my assistants aren’t always with me.” His confident demeanor hasn’t changed, he was still in control and in a way, in control of this conversation. You were watching the video intently, trying to find any cracks of his facade.

“Of course, but he replaced your personal assistant,” He tilted his head, he realised you were fishing for information and didn't know how much you actually had. “One would assume that you would miss his presence, since you rely so heavily on them, especially him.” You point at the photo again and Thranduil looks at you, it was the same intense stare he was giving you at the courtroom.

“Believe it or not Detective,” He looks away for a moment, body language still confident. “I physically cannot keep track of my employees, once he didn't show up to work without a valid reason, he was fired and I found another assistant.” He dismissed the prerogative you were trying to build around Lindir. “Why do you ask? Is he claiming a hostile work environment?” He laughed and it was a real laugh, he was good at faking emotions, in your gut you knew he had none.

“He isn’t claiming anything,” You announce dismissively, you put the other photo in front of him. “He’s dead, found with a piano chord around his neck.” Thranduil looks genuinely surprised, he looks at you with unshed tears in his eyes.

“This is devastating, and I hope you find the person responsible for this.” He seemed so genuine, but you knew that this was all an act and he had something to do with this.

“Do you know anyone that had any issues with Lindir at your company?” More fishing, you had nothing and you knew that Thranduil knew it too.

“You will have to ask the company’s HR, any matters between employees go to them and Lindir was a great employee, no complaints from me.” You remembered this very well, you were about to ask another question when his lawyer barged in, Tauriel.

“Why are you speaking with my client without his lawyer present?” She spoke but Thranduil had his eyes on you again, it was as if he saw something in you, something that you didn't even see yourself.

“He hasn’t been accused of any crime, counsellor,” You told her plainly, you had no evidence and both of them knew that. “This is just a few questions in regards to his former intern.” You hated lawyers, especially the up-tight ones like Tauriel.

“We’re leaving, sir.” Thranduil got up from his seat without a care in the world, it was infuriating but you kept your composure. “If you have any other questions, please make sure to contact my office, otherwise we will sue this department for harassment of my client.” Tauriel left the room and it was only you and Thranduil again but out of shot of the camera.

“It was good seeing you, Detective.” He smirks at you, you remembered how cocky he looked.

“Mr. Greenleaf, please refrain from leaving the city,” He looks back at you, waiting for your next words. “In case we have some more questions.” You shrugged your shoulders and he left and you stopped the tape.

Since you now know for sure that you got a reaction out of Thranduil, you will be his surveillance, Bard gave you card blanche to do what you wanted and you were going to catch him before he killed anyone else. You decided to go back to the precinct and get everything you needed to start your surveillance on Thranduil Greenleaf.

“Surveillance tools please,” You tell the tech guy, he was quite nice to you. “All we have, even the new stuff.” You smile at him, and you look around. “Even the stuff you’re testing and no one but me knows, Grinnah.” It was true, you caught him once doing not so legal things that could get him in trouble, so you promised to cover for him if he shared with you everything he made, he was a genius.

 “Alright.” He was a man of few words but always so loyal, he grabbed cameras, audio equipment, everything necessary for surveillance but then he brought his big box and he opened it at the counter. “This is the only one relevant to you,” He grabs what looks like a key chain but it only has one button. “If you are driving or walking somewhere where you’re not supposed to be, press this button and it interferes with the cameras, they will glitch.” He hands it to you but rather apprehensively.

“I know the deal, Grinnah.” You put the device in your jacket. “If I get caught with this, I bought it from the dark web.” He smiled, relieved that you are holding up the end of your deal. “Besides, who would believe me anyways.” The two of you laugh and he still keeps his gaze on the floor.

“Thank you, ma’am.” He was incredibly grateful but that made you cringe.

“Never call me that again, I am only two years older than you.” You left with the box and then you saw your Captain.

“When I said that you needed to do what you needed to do, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, Detective.” Bard looks at the box and he knows that you are worse than a dog with a bone, you won’t stop at any cost, it was part of who you were, and why it made you such a good detective.

“We have no physical evidence that links him to any of the murders, he will fuck up and I will be there to catch him.” Bard sighed, if he told you no, it wouldn’t stop you.

“Fine, but keep me updated and don’t get caught. If his lawyer even dreams about this we will get sued and he will probably leave the country for good.” You beam with excitement, this is the best news you could’ve gotten.

“I will not, Mr. Bowman…have some faith.” With that you left the precinct and started getting everything ready for your surveillance.

You rented a car with tinted windows, black and generic not to call too much attention to yourself, so you could blend in the background, you put your car in near his apartment complex and you rented an apartment opposite to his, so you could watch him better, his apartment was in the penthouse so you did what you could with the department’s money, seventh floor but you had a great view of his apartment. The car was to follow him everywhere he went, his office, late night activities in particular, catching him in the act would be perfect for you.

Knowing that you couldn’t use illegally obtained surveillance in court, since you don’t have a warrant, but you still decided to bug his apartment, you slipped in with maintenance men that came to fix his pipe work, and using the gadget made by Grinnah, you made sure that no one would see you. Planting one in each room, and the last one was in his bedroom before anyone caught you.

Setting up shop at your basically new home, you brought all of the evidence there and now you were waiting. The first few days Thranduil wasn’t at home, he was in Rome, meeting with his son and shareholders, probably about his case and how he wasn’t going anywhere. In those days, you reviewed the evidence, looked at crime scene photos and notes of other detectives that found the other victims.

He was methodical in all of his killings, nothing left to change, the M.O. was always the same, except for the intern, Lindir. You always assumed this to be a crime of passion of convenience, but even then it was still methodical. With the piano chord, the penchant for the dramatics, it was him but he didn't take much pleasure in this kill, Thranduil tortured his victims first, he needed that alone time.

When Thranduil finally arrived from his many travels, he was locked in his study; the man preferred to work from home, unlike many in his position. He spent all day and most of the night in his study, you hear the odd pen scribbling away, the keyboard being used, you quickly notice that he spent many hours in silence.

After a full week of nothing, he receives the visit of his lawyer, the annoying one, Tauriel. She seemed on edge, but Thranduil couldn’t care less.

“Why did you pay for Lindir’s funeral?” Through your binoculars, you could see her pacing around his study, you really didn't like her. “You were accused of murdering him.” She yelled out but that only made Thranduil laugh.

“His family was ready to testify in my favour, an employee died while working for me. This is the least I could do.” Everything was so final with Thranduil, his tone of voice, his choice of words, everything. “If that is all, you are dismissed.” You saw that he didn't look at her and then she left.

It took Thranduil two more nights to bring a woman in his apartment, you saw them kissing and again, he was methodical in his approach, removing her clothes and guiding her to his bedroom, you could hear her moans through the recording, the way he was kissing her skin, again, it didn't seem genuine, as if he had a task to complete, but his grunts were genuine, he was still enjoying this. Seeing him and his skill on that woman made you painfully aware that you haven’t been properly fucked in a long time, Thranduil seemed to know what he was doing.

With the scene unfolding right in front of your eyes, you realised that you were horny. You admired his body, he looked so muscular, it was hard to see under his endless expensive suits, his perfect platinum blonde hair was still in place despite his unholy activities. When he removed his trousers, you audibly gasped, his cock looked monstrous, at least 17 cm with a sizeable girth, for a moment you thought how delicious it looked.

Instinctively, you reach your panties and you feel how wet you truly are. You play with your  clit, still admiring Thranduil. You knew exactly how to make yourself cum, and with his grunts and moans was even easier, and your ears naturally blocked out the shrill moans of the woman under him. You bit your lip to prevent moans escaping, it was dirty and slightly immoral but you didn't care, you wanted to cum.

“Cum for me, pet.” His words made a shiver run down your spine, remembering how he called you in the courtroom. “I want to see you falling apart for me, I want to corrupt you.” It was as if he was speaking to you, and then you came, hard, you yelled, the hot pleasure  running through your whole body.

“Fuck.” You were coming down from your high, fingering yourself lazily. Thranduil’s grunts were getting erratic, you knew he was close and you couldn’t wait.

“Hey, what…” The woman spoke and you heard his grunts, he was like an animal and you liked it. After a few seconds you heard the woman speak again. “What the fuck? I told you, you could cum inside.” Her granting voice took you right out of your lust filled state.

“You have five minutes to leave my apartment, before I call the police.” Through your binoculars you could see that Thranduil left the woman alone and he went to his bathroom, she was picking up her clothes and her face was covered with his cum, she grabbed her dress and put it on, used her panties to remove the cum, or least most of it off her face and left in a huff, slamming the door.

After at least half an hour Thranduil emerges from his bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, his muscles were slightly damp now, and he looked incredible, he must have a lot of strength, you pondered. Once he goes to sleep, you do the same, the orgasm made you tired. 

You woke up at around 6:30 AM, and you realised that you were in desperate need of breakfast. So you got ready and went to a nice bakery at the end of the street, the smell of fresh bread and baked goods made you take a deep breath, you went to the counter and ordered some bread and other pastries.

When you opened the door, you saw Thranduil and you stopped in your tracks. You weren’t in your usual work clothes, you had a little black dress since you didn't bring much clothes with you.

“Detective, I hope you are not stalking me.” He smirked at you, only now you realised how much he actually towered over you.

“I was going to Thorin’s house to discuss a few cases.” The fact that you were touching yourself because of him the night before didn't help your demeanor.

“Mr. Oakenshield? Yes, he does live nearby.” He seemed pleased with your answer, but then it came to you, how did he know where Thorin lived? “I have passed him many times in this very same bakery.” It was as if he could read your mind, he knew exactly what you were thinking, what you needed to hear.

“Well, I must go now.” Thranduil didn't move so you moved past him and went to the door.

“It was nice seeing you, Detective.” His voice dropped a few octaves, and it reminded you of the night before. You left the bakery and made sure that Thranduil wasn’t watching you.

Getting into your apartment you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, you needed to be more careful, but in your defence, Thranduil barely left his home, so you decided and it was delivery only from now on. While you were eating your breakfast, Bard was calling you.

“Sir.” You answered his call, knowing that he wasn’t happy with the fact that you still had nothing on Thranduil.

“Any news on him?” Bard was indeed losing his patience, he hates the fact that you were going nowhere and not taking any new cases.

“I am getting closer but Captain, give me another two weeks. I am close, I can feel it.” Bard took a deep breath, you were lucky that he had such a soft spot for you.

“Fine, but if you come up with nothing you will have to let this go.” You won’t, you can’t let him go. “Promise me, Y/N.” You take a deep breath and nod your head, even though he can’t see you.

“Alright, two weeks.” He hung up the call and you sighed relieved, you had some time and you could find something to get Thranduil.

It was now a week after you had that conversation with Bard, and you knew every single thing about Thranduil and his schedule, you know how he likes his coffee in the morning, how he likes to sleep against the wall on his bed, even his bowel movements were known to you. When he had to go anywhere you followed him with your rented car, and you knew his friends and business associates as well, you knew every single thing about him and absolutely nothing about the murders, you went through his apartment to find any evidence but nothing.

You were coming to terms with the fact that you might’ve been wrong, he wasn’t the serial killer you were looking for at all, or maybe he was but you couldn’t prove it. You knew that he was about to leave for a business trip to Switzerland, and for some reason you were on edge because of it, you were sure that something would happen, maybe he would kill someone there, maybe that is why he is leaving for long periods of time.

While your thoughts were on Thranduil, you saw the same woman around the building, you have seen her almost every day now for the past six days, so you knew there was something that she wanted, and if she wasn’t entering, it only meant she didn't have access to the building. You kept your eye on her and she left as soon as Thranduil left his building, she was interested in him, you watched his bulletproof SUV leave and you went back to looking into the cases one more time.

It was now 23:27, and you were getting ready for bed, when you saw the girl again, she entered through the maintenance door, she had a key but it seemed that she didn't want to be seen. You waited a few moments and you saw her in Thranduil’s apartment so you left and went to the building, you left your phone and you grabbed your gun, your badge, and also your gloves.

Once you left the apartment you were staying in, you pressed the gadget that Grinnah gave you, and the cameras wouldn’t be able to see you. You entered Thranduil’s building and saw the doorman, he gave you a smile and you were going to have to use your badge.

“Police, how are you doing, sir.” You smiled at him.

“Not bad at all. How can I help you, ma’am?” The older gentleman was incredibly polite and sweet, someone that has been doing his job for a long time and was happy with it, quite enviable.

“I have been assigned a stalker case for a woman here in the building, she is out now and I want to check the building just in case he did something.” You looked around and came closer to him. “The stalker is someone in the force, and nothing will be done. I just want to help a friend.” You knew that the sweet older man would sympathise with this situation and he let you go to the elevator. “Please, since he’s with the force it’s imperative that absolutely no one knows.” You looked at him and he nodded again.

“Of course, ma’am.” He nodded and let you go on your way, you went to the penthouse and when the door was opened, you saw Thranduil’s door open.

With your gun in hand, you entered the apartment and you saw the woman with a bag of blood.

“Freeze.” She put her hands up. “Police, do you realise what you are doing is trespassing?” She turned around and you saw her face, she was a redhead and quite pretty but younger than you. “What are you doing?” Confusion was the only thing you were feeling at the moment, you saw a bag of blood and some hair in a zip lock bag.

“Do you have any idea what he is? She yells out, tears streaming in her eyes, she is devastated. “He killed him, and no one gave a shit.” She cries again, and looks at her backpack. “So I will plant evidence in his bedroom and then I will call the police and they might start to investigate him.” Desperation reeked out of all of her pores, and you knew that all too well.

“That won’t work, do you have any idea how many cameras you passed through? They will look at every single one of them and they will see you. And he’s not even in the country now, he will get off free, again.” Your gun was still pointed at her still, she seemed determined and it didn't seem that she was going to stop.

“I was careful, and this will start an investigation to be opened again.” She was rambling, shaking and out of breath. “He can’t get away, he paid for the funeral.” She yelled again.

“Who was Lindir to you?” You enquire and she cries, she seemed to care about Lindir a lot.

“He was my boyfriend, I loved him so much.” She was getting angry again. “Which is why this pig has to pay for what he did, his parents believed the bullshit speech he gave at their house, but I knew, I knew the psychopath that he is. Please, you have to help me. You’re a cop, you know what I need to do it right, look at what I have.” She kneeled with her back to you.

You lowered your gun, everything was coming into your mind. Thranduil, what he was going to feel about this? This couldn’t be, this couldn’t happen, this couldn’t be at all.

“I have Lindir’s hair, and some blood that I stole from the blood bank I work at, if we scatter this correctly we can frame him, if you get the case, you can make sure everything goes well.” You put your gun back in your holster and you grab a pen on Thranduil’s coffee table, and you walk towards her, you had to do this, you had to get rid of her.

While she was distracted preparing everything, you jammed the pen on her carotid artery, blood was slowly trickling down her neck, she looked horrified and her eyes closed, you made sure to slowly lower her body to the ground. You needed to make sure that everything was in order.

Looking around you entered his bedroom and got one of his huge suitcases, it was heavy and looked expensive, so you decided to use it. You go back to the living room and you put the girl on the suitcase, her backpack as well, making sure that the pen didn't get out of her wound. Closing the suitcase you made sure that everything was in order, and you also took out the bugs you planted in all of the rooms.

You left his house with the suitcase, you went to the maintenance elevator and made sure no one saw you, it was late but you never knew, making sure the gadget was on, you put your hoodie up and put the suitcase in the trunk of your rental car. Your family had a boat at the marina, you were going to use the boat to get rid of the body, international waters.

Why did this girl do this? Why did she have to get in the way? You put the suitcase on the boat, not turning on the map since it would be easy to track where you went, luckily you know different currents so the suitcase can be taken far away from here. That is what you did, you threw out the suitcase, with the huge flashlight you were able to see the suitcase being taken away, as soon as you couldn’t see it anymore, you broke down. You were ugly sobbing, shaking, it was a mess.

You stayed like for at least an hour before you turned around to the dock, you went back to the apartment and you were determined to stop this, you killed someone, this took over your life, your mind.

‘Be honest, why did you do this?’ The voice in the back of your mind was screaming at you, but you couldn’t think about this at this moment, this was all too much, you knew that you couldn’t get back to work, at least not for a while. You went to sleep, determined to taking a leave, even if it was with no pay.

You were now at the precinct, this morning you deleted all of the recordings you had with the girl in Thranduil’s house, you were out of your mind now. Not speaking to anyone, you entered Bard’s office, you had bags under your eyes and they were red with tears being shed all night. 

“What happened to you?” He comes to you, for a moment he imagined that you were attacked.

“I can’t keep doing this, Bard. This case is too much, I don’t feel like myself.” You started crying again, and Bard hugged you, trying to console you. “I need to put myself together, please Bard.” Between sobs you let him know, the worst thing is that you can’t even be honest, with anyone, ever.

“Of course, take all the time you need. Just come back to your former self.” His words make you sob even harder, you don’t think that is possible, at all. You are fundamentally changed, you might not be able to be a cop anymore.

“Alright, I’ll see you around.” You put your sunglasses on, not needing your former colleagues to see you crying.

“Before you go,” Bard stops you, he is nervous about asking you this question. “Is Thranduil guilty?” He whispers, you take a deep breath.

“No, I was just obsessed with finding a killer and it got me destroyed. Don’t do the same, don’t let anyone in this department do the same.” He nods and you leave the precinct, not knowing if you were coming back here.

Getting to your own apartment you went straight to bed, you were exhausted and you needed to sleep for at least three days. And that is exactly what you did, you stayed in bed for three whole days, barely eating or drinking, mainly sleeping. After those three days, you decided to take a long shower and get your life together, you needed to get away from this city. After getting your hair done, you went to your AirBnB app and tried to find somewhere to go, somewhere remote.

You found a remote cabin in the mountains, no cell reception, and it was perfect for you. Since you had money in the bank, you decided to stay there for two months. Perhaps being away from everything and everyone will repair your mental health, trying to forget what you did yesterday.

It was now time for you to go to the cabin, you left all of your electronic devices, only taking books and hiking gear for outdoor passtime. You took out money since you didn't want to be tracked by Bard, you knew he was going to try to track you down, you paid the AirBnB with paypal so nothing would show up there, and only handling cash from now on would be good.

You were in the cabin now, it was gorgeous. Every day was the same, you got wood for the fire in the evening, having your breakfast looking over the mountains, then reading and going on a walk after dinner. But one thing didn't change, you were still plagued by Thranduil, all of your dreams were about him, you couldn’t escape him, trying to do anything else was only bound to bring more thoughts of him, of his body, his hair, his eyes, his cock and the mindblowing orgasm you had because of his voice.

You were now returning home, it was late at night but you still had Thranduil in your mind, it was like a plague in your mind, everything was still about him. You were still not ready to go back to work, maybe it was time to find something else to do, a few friends of the force mentioned P.I. work and how it is much less dangerous and it pays much more, maybe that is something you can do.

You unlocked the door of your apartment, ready to go to sleep and have your mind plagued by Thranduil yet again. You entered your apartment and as a bad habit you had, you didn't turn on the lights, you entered with your suitcase, you passed the door from your bedroom to go the kitchen and that is when you felt a blade on your neck, it was too quick for you to react, but the scent was oddly familiar.

“You don’t have to do this. You can take whatever you want, I haven’t seen you, just go.” You were eerily calm, all that cop training was kicking in.

“Why would I kill you, Detective.” Your blood ran cold, it was him, the man that was plaguing your thoughts for almost a year now.

“Thranduil.” You whispered, even saying his name out loud felt good.

“Were you expecting someone else?” He teased, his nose touched your ear, his arm was around your chest and you felt his strong chest on your back. “I missed you, Detective.” He whispered in your ear. “Why you’re not surveilling me anymore?” He knew, of course he knew, Thranduil was too smart.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You weren’t going to admit to anything, he couldn’t know everything.

“Don’t insult my intelligence, pet.” He growled and the tip of the knife touched your neck, it was so easy for him to lose his patience. “But not to worry, it took me a week to find the bugs in my house, you hid them very well.” His hand travelled to your breast and you didn't do anything, you were enjoying his touch, his attention. “And I knew there was only one person in that useless department that would be bold enough to put up illegal surveillance in my apartment, my impetulant little pet.” Thranduil brought you even closer to his body, you now felt his cock against your lower back. “Imagine my surprise when I arrived from another tedious business journey, and the listening devices were all gone, and the car that never got a parking ticket was also gone.” His nose touches your neck, and shivers run down your spine, his touch is magnetic, addictive. “So tell me, pet.” All this time and you still haven’t seen his handsome face. “Why did you leave?” His hand travels down your blouse, under your bra and he finds your nipple, he toys with it, with his thumb and finger, you suppress your moans and you don’t stop him either.

“It was a waste of my time, I had nothing on you.” He hums and opens the buttons of your blouse, he is not in a hurry to respond to you, since your bra opens from the front, Thranduil also opens it with ease, he slaps your tits roughly, you can’t help but moan, making him laugh wickedly.

“What else are you not telling me, Detective?” He couldn’t know, he had no way of knowing that you killed Lindir’s girlfriend, still playing with your tits he puts the knife on the kitchen counter, both of his hands are now on your breasts, he plays with your nipples, you put your head on his shoulder and he smirks. “Tell me, pet.” He whispers in your ear, his right hand travels down to your trousers, he opens it and he moves your panties to the side, and he feels how wet you are, you’re soaked. “You are too stubborn to stop, something must’ve happened, tell me pet, I would never judge you.” He inserts one finger inside you, making you moan, he was playing with your body and you didn't care, in fact, you were loving every second of it.

“I did something bad.” You breathed out, your voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t recognise myself anymore.” Your hand touched his, the one on your pussy, he was fingering you at a torturously slow pace, he wanted to tease you.

“Oh, my beautiful little pet.” He inserted another finger, and you moaned louder, he was stretching you so beautifully, his fingers felt heavenly. “Nothing that you could ever do is bad, tell me.” You felt his cock getting even harder, you opened your legs wider to give him more access.

“I killed someone.” His thumb goes to your clit, and you arch your back, moaning again.

“Shh, shh.” Thranduil starts drawing circles on your clit, hard and fast, you felt your pussy clenching around his fingers, he slowed down his ministrations. “Tell me what happened.” He encourages, and you are about to bare your deepest darkest secret to Thranduil, who better than him to share this burden with you?

“A girl.” You start, his continues fingering you, slow and deep. “Once you left for Switzerland, she entered your apartment.” You close your eyes, and Thranduil pulls your nipple making you flinch and moan. “I confronted her, and she told me that she was Lindir’s girlfriend.” He pulls your nipple again, this time you feel only pleasure coursing through your body. “She worked at a blood bank, she stole a blood bag, she also had Lindir’s hair, she wanted to plant the evidence in your apartment.” Thranduil starts fingering you hard and deep, the noises it makes are loud, you are soaked, your breathing gets shallow, your moans are louder and louder, you couldn’t concentrate on anything else but his fingers buried inside your pussy.

“What happened after that, darling?” His ministrations never stopped, he wanted you to describe what happened in your delirium of pleasure that he was giving you.

“I told her she couldn’t do it, but she tried to convince me, she wanted my help on how to place the evidence in the correct place, and help you pay for what you’ve done.” His speed increased, and you felt yourself getting closer to an orgasm. “I’m gonna cum.” You announced and Thranduil immediately stopped his fingers, you whined, why he was denying you, he pulled your nipple again.

“Go on, finish the story.” He whispers, and he starts fingering you at a torturously slow pace.

“I didn't do it and I grabbed a pen.” His thumb goes to your clit, his circles are quick and hard, you start clenching around his fingers again. “And I jammed the pen in her carotid artery, she died and I got rid of her body and the evidence she brought.” You felt lighter, confessing this to Thranduil made you feel better.

“Oh, my little pet.” He laughs lowly. “You are perfect, I knew there was the same darkness in you.” He kisses your neck, down to your shoulder, his fingers never being removed from your pussy. “Tell me why you killed her.” You tensed, and for the first time you tried to get away from his arms. “Ah, ah, ah…” He held you in place and slapped your tits. “Tell me, darling…tell me why you killed Lindir’s girlfriend.” You shook your head, you couldn’t speak on why, you knew the reason, you knew why you killed her. “Say it.” He growled in your ear, he knew, Thranduil wanted you to say it.

“Because of you.” You exclaimed, and he picked up his pace and his thumb on your clit as well. “I couldn’t let you go to jail.” You moaned and he was hitting your G-spot, your back was arched and you were about to cum, but this time Thranduil never stopped. You were clenching around his fingers but that only fueled him, your body was on fire, you were moaning and arching your back. “I’m gonna cum.” You announced.

“Cum for me.” As soon as those words were uttered by Thranduil, you came all over his fingers, you moaned and he helped you ride out your orgasm, he held you close and helped you, the fog of your orgasm was being lifted but his fingers were still inside you. “I told you I would corrupt you, darling.” You instantly remembered his words when you were watching him. “I always knew you were perfect, but this was beyond my greatest expectations.” He removed his fingers and you whined, feeling empty. “Do you want to know how I killed Lindir?” You nod your head enthusiastically, he is the only one that understands you. “It was a crime of passion, he made me lose hundreds of millions by his incompetence, so I waited in his atrocious car, in the back seat.” Thranduil drags you to your bed, he throws you and you are able to see him in all his glory. He removed his black shirt and trousers, he also pulled yours, with force.

“Fuck.” You whispered and his smirks at you, after your trousers were removed, he put his arms around you and he put the tip of his cock on your pussy. He entered it swiftly and you were stretched, you yelled because he gave you no time to adjust to his size, he was grunting and groaning and you loved every second of it.

“I had a piano chord in my office and that is what I used. I watched his useless life being taken by me through the mirror, it was incredible.” A deep thrust made you arch your back, his cock was huge, you had no idea how he fit you. “It excites me, darling.” He whispers and his thrusts are hard and deep, you were moaning and your nails went to his back. Thranduil put his hand on your neck and you looked at him, his eyes had lust, pure and unadulterated lust. “It was quick and easy, and I must say, you were the only one to come that close to catching me, I was impressed.” He slaps you and the sting makes you moan.

“And the others?” He thrusts again and you moan loudly.

“That is where you are so good at what you do, no one else would even dream of making the connection to me, you are special.” He admires you, Thranduil sees you for who you are and now while he was inside you, confessing his crimes to you, you never felt closer to anyone else, he was your perfect match.

“How many?” He laughs and picks up his pace again, he has incredible control of his body.

“Hundreds, I lost count by now, darling.” Your body is so hot, with him on top of you is even hotter but you need him, you need him closer, you need him to consume you entirely.

“Does anyone else know?” He kissed you for the first time, his tongue fighting for dominance and you gladly gave it to him, every single one of his actions was to dominate you.

“My son, Legolas.” He admits, your hand goes to his face and you admire his beauty, his lips parted, his pupils dilated much like yours too. “He helps me, I help him.” So he was also a killer, you wonder if they have a rivalry. “You are remarkable, darling.” Thranduil is as obsessed with you as you are with him. His thrusts get quicker and more erratic, he is close.

“No, Thranduil.” You moan and pull his hair. “I am not on the pill, you can’t cum inside.” Alerting him, he slaps you again, harder than last time.

“I own you.” He was scary like this, and the worst thing is that you loved every second of this, he was correct, he owned you completely already. “And by owing you, I will cum whenever I want and that will be deep inside your pussy.” You clench around him, your orgasm is approaching soon, your noises are pornographic, your sweaty bodies in your bed and moaning and grunting. He grunts and the two of you cum together, the heavy breathing as well.

“I’m a horrible person.” You tell yourself and Thranduil laughs, he takes his cock from your pussy and you whine at the loss, you never felt emptier.

“Oh, darling…” He kissed you slowly, his hand went to your neck and he made you look at him. “Soon you won’t care about such things.” Thranduil kissed your neck, his hair falling on your chest.

“What happens now? I am not a cop anymore, I don’t think I could ever go back.” There was no one else that you could open up that way.

“I don’t care what you do, but you are mine forever, darling.” He kissed you again, and now for the first time ever, you are at peace.

[writer-and-lover]

Jumping the Gun

Kinktober Day 7: Stuck in a wall | Virginity. Sex club, BDSM club, restraints, clear consent, overstimulation and sex toys.

You were not the smartest person in the club, you were sure. And your friends, you decided, where dickheads for suggesting this. You’d asked your friends for a way to lose your virginity. Surely, there was some sort of club signal for wanting to get laid or something. Or a specific drink that would get rid of your innate ability to overthink and send you out into somebody’s open arms and warm bed. But no, your friends had gone with the worst possible solution.

The club they had chosen was not a simple one you could find around the corner. No, this one was specifically a sex one. A BDSM club that they loved to frequent and they swore up and down that it would help you finally lose your virginity. And the idiot you were, you agreed to it happily. When you’d first walked to the place, you’d been amazed. Star-eyed. Everything was so new, so casual and yet so intimate. You weren’t sure how much you could look at, so you tried your best to keep your gaze down. One of your friends guided you along, as the others scattered to do their respective things. He explained all the amazing activities to be done in this sort of club. It almost felt like a depraved fairy-tale, the way told them with so much magic. And poor little old you, you were so easily convinced.

And so you ended up here, half way in a hole in the wall.

Of course, you’d been reassured over and over again that it’d be safe for you. Everyone was checked to be clean (you’d been asked to bring recent medical proof of being clean, too) and you’d be supervised. Plus, you had your safeword in case anything suddenly became way too much for you. And so you’d cluelessly agreed to it. Guided through the hole, your hands cuffed to the corners of the box you’d been put in. Right in front of you, a small TV showed you how your lower body looked, from your feet to your butt. Your legs had also been cuffed at the ankles, allowing for a small range of movement but preventing you from kicking out at all. Your shaggy tail had been left alone, thanks to your weak request. It drooped down now, curled up between your legs in nervousness and slight fear. You’d been stripped before-hand, so anyone who walked by could see everything. You felt so so vulnerable and alone in this dark box. You looked away from the screen.

It felt like you’d been panting and squirming for hours before you feel the first touch. It makes you squeak. Body tense. A rough, growl-like laugh in your ear. The box had speakers? A hand squeezes the base of your tail, sending a harsh jolt through you. It wasn’t exactly painful. It felt good, electric pleasure running up your spine and sending you shaking. You stare up at the screen, looking at the absolutely massive clawed hand grabbing at your tail. It was weirdly smooth, an blue-tinted black that contrasted with the man’s white suit. His body would’ve covered the camera if it hadn’t been for the weird angle it was placed at. He’s huge, maybe double your size. There’s a long cape covering his back, the same colour of his skin. The next touch surprises you, a gentle graze of his claws along your hip bone. You shiver. His hands feel cold, and kind of humid.

His hands move, squeezing at your waist in a bruising grip. His thumbs rest against the small of your back, tips of his claws sinking slightly into your spine. He seems to be feeling out the strength of your body. His large hands drag down your skin, his left one pulling your thighs apart as the right one cups at your sex. You flinch hard and he steadies your body with a mean hand on your side. You let out a cry at the touches, so overly sensitive from the lack of stimulation for so many years. He rubs harshly against the underside of your sex, ignoring your weak cries and muffled moans. A soft, blunt force presses against your hole, making you tense up. What you think is lube drips down the toy over your taint, and covers your thighs. It’s most likely one of the offered sex toys. You doubt he’d shove his claws into you. You hope he won’t shove his claws into you. You open your eyes, struggling, and stare at the screen. Looking at the small looking dildo press against your hole. The toy presses more and more insistently against you, until your hole opens up against the insistence. It feels- good. It makes your eyes roll into the back of your head as you come. It’s so sudden, the sudden orgasm that just having this small dildo penetrate you is giving you. Your body goes limp, and the man takes advantage of it. He leans down, and you can see him more clearly. He’s got a mutation quirk. An Orca quirk. No wonder he was so huge. He opens his mouth and lets out a long, broad tongue lap at your skin. The wet muscle drags down towards your entrance, where the dildo is being move slowly forward and backwards. The dildo stops, and you feel the blunt edge of the tongue push in alongside it. You scream, trying and failing to kick out despite the cuffs keeping your legs in place. Closing your thighs does nothing but annoy the man, and make him digs his claws into the soft fat of your thighs to keep them apart. You sob, damn near writhing in place. It goes on for a while, the new mind-numbing pleasure that makes you come over and over again. The dildos change, getting bigger in size and pulling more intense orgasm out of you.

Then suddenly the newest dildo is pulled out, and something warm and tapered presses against your hole.

You tremble at the feeling. It’s hot, nearly burning. And it feels big despite the pointed tip of it. You pant into the silence of the box, gently pulling at your cuffs. You’re so scared, but… you don’t want to safeword out. This man has made you feel so good, so far. This is just that one step further. The last step.

“Relax, pup.”

It’s the only warning you get. The feeling of his cock slowly and gently forcing you open melts your mind. Your mouth drops open, eyes wide open but rolled to the back of your head. Each gentle push makes you grunt softly, incapable of anything more. It feels unending, the burning hot pressure forcing it’s way inside you. And looking at the screen, you sob. It’s nowhere near half-way in. But he doesn’t seem satisfied in stopping now. Each shallow thrust pushes more and more of his spongy cock inside of you, driving you more and more mindless. You don’t know how long you lay there, legs shaking with effort. But you feel the material of his slacks brush against your skin, and you keen.

“Shh, nearly there.”

A small hum echoes through your body, making you stiffen. You- you can’t move. Can’t push back or away from this stranger’s cock. And yet, you’re not worried at all. Maybe it’s the intense pleasure of feeling his cock reach the deepest parts of yourself, parts you never thought you had. Or maybe he’s just got a special power about him. With a sharp snap of his hips, he sheathes himself completely in you. And you come. His cock presses into every single sweet spot inside of you. You feel spent, more like a fleshlight than a human being at this point. He starts thrusting now, clawed hands back at the dip of your hips. They squeeze you with a bruising hold. Pulling you back and forth on his cock, as much as the cuffs around your wrists and ankles allow him to. The drag drives you insane, slow paced and gentle. You beg, sobbing for more, more. Maybe he can’t hear you, despite the speakers you know they keep outside. Or maybe he’s just ignoring you, relishing in the warm, tight hole that could finally fit him in. Because he keeps the same insanity-inducing pace. His thrusts turn sloppy, pace picking up slightly as he begins chasing his impeding orgasm. It makes you howl, tail smacking hard against his arm. He grabs it, scratching at the base just to feel you come again with the loudest scream you’d ever let out in your life. And he sinks in fully to the hilt, filling you up with warm, thick seed.

You’re floating. Mind completely gone. You can feel the loss of pressure, the empty feeling when he pulls out. But you don’t have the energy to react. To beg him to stay. His come drips down your thighs, covering them in a disgusting manner. Some of it splatters to the floor.

He slips a small business card through the gap in the wall to your side of the box and disappears.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Coffees and Camcorders || Vanessa Abrams x gn! reader

Summary: coffee with Vanessa unfortunately also includes an impromptu recording session

Warnings/contains: Vanessa is kind of cringey but it's her usual behavior so it's basically canon lmao, there's a bit of being recorded without consent but it's lighthearted and the reader expects it from her tbh, cute fluff, they/them pronouns are used to refer to the reader a few times in a gender neutral manner

Beginning notes: I know Vanessa isn't exactly a fan favorite but I thought she deserved the chance of getting some fics written for her too

When you agreed to meet up with Vanessa after school for some coffee, you certainly didn't expect to be a third-wheel to her camcorder of all things. Then again, you probably should've guessed as much from her by now.

"And here we have my lovely partner, sampling a cup of their favorite caffeinated drink," she narrated while zooming in on your face while you took a sip of your order, the unamused gleam in your eyes obvious even to her. "Come on, don't look at me like that," she pouted while lowering her camera. "I thought you liked it whenever I recorded you."

"First off, I merely tolerate it, nothing more," you corrected matter-of-factly, not missing the eye roll she gave you as you set your cup back down. "And second, I'm not overly fond of being recorded when I'm trying to relax and unwind after a long, hard day."

That caused her to let out a light scoff. "'Relax and unwind'? God, you sound like my mom," she muttered while messing around with the settings on her camera. "Besides, how am I supposed to practice filming if you won't let me record you?"

"By recording someone else instead," you deadpanned without missing a beat, not buying into her attempt at manipulating puppy dog eyes for even a second. "Why not Dan? I'm sure he wouldn't have a problem having a camera constantly shoved in his face if you guilt tripped him some like you try to do with me."

Despite genuinely suggesting Dan as an alternative to record, part of you knew Vanessa would never agree to it with how much time he'd recently been spending with the Upper East Side's resident it girl, Serena van der Woodsen, and the groan she let out moments later only proved you right.

"What, and deal with the ditzy blonde he's been hanging around on top of it? I don't think so." She took a sip of her own drink before continuing with, "Not to mention her best friend, Blair Waldorf, is a literal nightmare on heels."

The snicker you tried to muffle caught her attention and had her pouting even worse than before. "What? It's true. The Upper East Siders are awful, all of them."

"Aw, sounds like you might have a crush," you playfully taunted, enjoying the adorable scowl on your girlfriend's face. "What's next, you gonna start pushing them down and yanking on their pigtails?"

"I cannot believe you're trying to perpetuate such an outdated and misogynistic stereotype to me right now," she replied with half disbelief, half amusement. "You know full well that's not at all how that works."

You merely sat there quietly, drinking more of your coffee as she went off a long tangent about the harmful things that were constantly pushed by such a patriarchal society. This wasn't how you planned on spending your afternoon, but it was far better than being recorded.

By the time she was finally done with her rant, you'd both finished your coffees and were getting ready to leave, which of course meant the camcorder made yet another appearance.

"Seriously?" You questioned with a slight eyebrow raise as you grabbed your bag and headed for the coffee shop's door, holding it open for the both of you. "Again with the camera?"

She ignored you and continued her earlier narration with, "As you see, my partner isn't a big fan of being recorded, which I think it ridiculous given just how cute they are."

"Oh, shut up," you lightly grumbled in response while stuffing your hands into your pockets. She merely giggled and linked her arm with yours as you made your way down the street.

"You know you love me," Vanessa teased with an affectionate kiss to your cheek. You couldn't argue with her there, because you both knew that she was right.

The corners of your lips quirked upwards into a barely there smile, and you asked, "If I let you record me now, do you promise not to do it for the rest of the week?"

"Absolutely not, but I will make sure you're compensated with plenty of extra kisses for being such a good subject," she bargained with a grin.

Letting out a sigh of mock exasperation, you conceded with, "Alright, fine. You've got yourself a deal."

She held her recorder up again and resumed narrating, which would've been a massive headache had it not been for the gorgeous girl who was doing it.

End notes: idk how much I'll be writing for her but if there are any Vanessa fans out there this one's for you

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Rose

What was an overlord party without loud music-seriously, it was a wonder none of them had developed tinnitus over the millenia-food, catered by Bee, of course, booze, and Robo Fizzarollis recharging on chairs, some using their master's jackets as blankets?

Asmodeus shook his head and exhaled, sending out a puff of flame. He would never understand how Mammon had talked him into making the damn things. Though, he had to admit, he had done a fine job. The bots looked just as cute as their muse when he slept. He was so lost in his thoughts watching the bots recharge that he hadn't even noticed his best friend flying toward him.

"There's my favourite bitch! Been looking for you all night! Our song's next!" Bee exclaimed, hugging the Sin of Lust.

Asmodeus couldn't help but crack a smile, which then turned to giggles as she used two of her arms to drag him to the dance floor. It was physically impossible not to be happy around the Sin of Gluttony.

After a performance of Sweet Dreams, which Asmodeus was sure would go viral on Helltube by the time the party ended, the Sin went to the bar for a glass of champagne. As he enjoyed his drink, one of the Robo Fizz's stood out to him. She was a custom model wearing an elaborate red outfit tied with a maroon bow. What caught the Sin's attention, however, was the multitude of dents that littered her frame.

The Sin's heart broke for her. Cold clarity settled over Asmodeus as he inspected the charging doll. There was a high chance that those dents weren't from wear or tear, but abuse. He unplugged the poor bot, then carried her bridal style to his limo, without bothering with any goodbyes, or giving a fuck who this doll belonged to. They sure as shit weren't getting a refund or ever buying another bot again.

He texted Bee a brief explanation on the ride back to Lust. As soon as he arrived at his penthouse, he brought the doll to his workshop, where he charged her. Despite it being able to prove his suspicions about how she has been treated, Asmodeus didn't dare access the hidden camera in all Fizzarolli dolls to watch the footage. That was a breach of privacy akin to reading one's diary. He would wait for her to fully charge, then ask for consent.

An hour later, the doll powered on, and Asmodeus greeted her softly. "Welcome back, my dear. Your battery died."

The doll looked around the workshop, confused. What was she doing here? Daddy Valentino said her next check-up wasn't until after the extermination.

Asmodeus put a hand on her shoulder to get her attention. "Sweetheart, where did all these dents come from? What happened?"

The bot's eyes widened and filled with oil, which she quickly blinked away. Daddy Valentino always punished her for crying, and the thought of what someone above him could do frightened her.

"Awww, c'mere. Let it out." Asmodeus opened his arms.

The doll threw herself into the Sin's arms and began crying into his chest, staining his suit. "It's okay, girl. It's okay, Ozzie's here. You're safe now." Asmodeus comforted, holding the doll tightly enough to comfort her, but gently enough not to damage her any further. "I'm gonna fix all those dents, okay? You got a name, hon?" Unfortunately, he had to ask. Some of the demons who purchased these dolls couldn't even be fucked to give them names.

Through sobs, the bot told Asmodeus that her name was Kitty.

"I'm so sorry, Kitty. You didn't deserve to be treated that way. NO ONE does." Once she had calmed down slightly, Asmodeus gently repeated his question from earlier.

Kitty gave the Sin her wrist, silently giving him consent to watch her camera footage. The poor thing was crying too hard to communicate, and despite Asmodeus' effort, was inconsolable.

Asmodeus smiled, flattered that the doll trusted him so much, even though she hadn't even known him for a day. "Thank you, love. You don't have to watch this if you don't want to. Big Ozzie just needs to know why you're so upset, okay?" This gave Asmodeus the idea to make the security camera detachable. He kicked himself for not thinking of this earlier as the footage loaded. While he waited, he texted his husband Fizzarolli a wrench emoji. Moments after pressing send, the jester entered the workshop.

Asmodeus walked to the door. "Hey, babe." He kissed Fizzarolli. "The poor girl hasn't stopped crying since she fully charged. Can you help calm her down while I check her camera feed?"

"Anything for you, Bi-I mean Ozz." Fizzarolli corrected. He had temporarily forgotten that terms like Daddy could be triggering for dolls, and was thanking Satan that he had caught himself in time.

Fizzarolli climbed onto the table and hugged Kitty. Once the footage loaded, he covered her auditory sensors.

Asmodeus immediately recognized Kitty's owner-Excuse him-abuser, Overlord Valentino. Fizzarolli was enraged as well. He tightened his embrace.

The footage had told the Sin all he needed to know about how poor Kitty had been treated under Valentino's ownership, and it made his blood boil. Asmodeus watched as much as he could handle, then turned it off.

Thankfully, by this point, Kitty had finally stopped crying. Fizzarolli and Asmodeus wiped the oil off her face.

Fizzarolli gave Kitty one last squeeze, then left to find her something else to wear. Overlord Velvette was an amazing fashion designer-Asmodeus knew her work when he saw it-but he knew the doll wouldn't want to wear clothes associated with an abusive situation. Now that he thought about it as he fixed her dents, maybe Kitty's outfit wasn't the only thing that needed to change.

"Kitty? Do you like your name anymore?" He asked as he finished.

Kitty shook her head. This wouldn't do. Someone's name was the one sound they heard the most. Individuals born into this world weren't given a choice in the matter, but after the quite literal hell she had been through, Kitty deserved that much.

But, it appeared the doll had already decided. He noticed her transfixed on the preserved rose Fizzarolli had bought him as a wedding gift.

"Petal?" Asmodeus guessed.

The doll shook her head.

He tried again. "Rouge?"

Another head shake.

"Rose?" Fizzarolli guessed, returning with the clothes.

Rose clapped happily, making the Sin of Lust giggle.

Fizzarolli showed Rose the outfits, which he was planning on donating, anyway. A black dress with roses and a pink off shoulder romper with daisies on it, among others. There was a mix between masculine and feminine outfits, just in case.

"If you don't like any of these, we can take you shopping, okay? I won't be mad." Fizzarolli reassured.

"Uh, babe? I think she likes the dress."

"This one?" Fizzarolli asked, holding up the black dress. Rose nodded. "Yep, that checks. It does have roses on it. Here, all yours."

"Thank you!" Don't get Rose wrong. She loved Fizzarolli and Asmodeus so much, but Daddy Valentino told her she was just a doll. She didn't deserve any of this. Fizzarolli gently cupped her face in his hands.

"Hey, I know it won't be easy, but try to forget whatever that fuckface told you, okay?"

Rose nodded.

Asmodeus decided to quiz her. "Who deserves to be treated with respect?"

"Fizzie does." Rose responded.

"And.....?" Asmodeus prompted.

She pointed to......."Ozzie!"

"Who else, hon?"

She didn't see anyone else in the room, so with hesitation in her voice, she guessed, "R-Rosie?"

"Damn right, you do!" Asmodeus praised.

Rose wrapped Fizzarolli and Asmodeus into a group hug and thanked them profusely.

Asmodeus laughed. "You're more than welcome, sweetheart. What do you say we change out of those clothes?"

Asmodeus had a thought as he zipped Rosie into the dress. Demons who mistreated their Robo-Fizzarolli were barred from ever buying another again, but Asmodeus felt that would be a slap on the wrist for Valentino.

"Rosie? Big Ozzie needs to make a phone call. You gonna be okay, sugar?"

Rose nodded.

"Alright, hon. If you need anything while I'm gone, let me or Fizzie know."

"Don't worry, babe, I'll put a movie on."

While Fizzarolli escorted her to their personal cinema, Asmodeus left his workshop and dialed a number.

On the third ring, a response and a familiar voice: "Immediate Murder Professionals, kids die for free."

Asmodeus gave a shit eating grin. "Blitz, it's Ozz. I need a fucker dead."

The dress in question:

[vibraniumavenger]

Ties That Mend -Part 4

Find part 3 here. Ties That Mend Masterlist.

When you awoke the next morning, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. Not only was it the longest you had slept nightmare free, you also felt extremely positive about everything now. Things were slowly but surely looking up, although you weren't entirely sure where you stood with Tony, you were definitely in a better place with each other than you had been previously. As you jumped in the shower, the team were enjoying their breakfast together at the table. 

“Yesterday was strange, am I right?” Clint somewhat mocked, causing Nat to roll her eyes. “You doofus, of course it was strange. They’ve avoided each other since Y/N joined, now all of a sudden they're best buds? It doesn't add up.” She stated, drawing the attention of the others. They all nodded their heads in agreement. “Tony’s with Pepper, so we know they aren't together. Maybe they just decided to put their differences aside and agreed to be civil for the team?” Steve tried to justify. The conversation went back and forth between them all, before Sam had an idea. 

“Hey, Maximoff…” he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at Wanda. Her eyes widened before shaking her head quickly, “No, it is not happening. I will not poke around in their heads without their consent. It has troubled me many times. I do not wish to comply.” Wanda then excused herself, shoving her breakfast in the bin before walking out. Sam sighed, desperate to find out truth. “What about the camera footage? Surely theres a piece of audio we could use to confirm anything?” Nat smirked at his suggestion. “Jarvis, play audio footage of Tony’s conversation with Y/N,” she demanded. 

“Access denied.” the A.I announced, making Tony laugh as he walked in. “You really think we’d be that stupid? Of course we wiped all traces of video and audio footage, I knew you idiots would try your luck.” he laughed once again, before walking over to Pepper, giving her a quick kiss as he took the plate from her hand. “Hey Pep, what do you think of this whole thing? Are you not worried?” Pepper laughed, shaking her head. “I trust Tony and Y/N. I also know their dirty little secret.” she smirked, taking a sip of her coffee.

You eventually walked in, ignoring the others. “Morning Tony, morning Pepper.” “Morning Y/N, coffee?” Tony asked, extending the cup he had just prepared you. You took a sip, smiling at the familiarity. The flashbacks of the late nights you and Tony would spend working and drinking his ‘special’ coffee to keep yourselves awake came back to you. “Thank you. It’s good,” you complimented. He ruffled your hair, smiling as he walked away. 

It felt strange, scary even. Not only had this been foreign to you for many years, but you were adapting to it rather quickly. You walked out after Tony, catching up to him and heading down to the lab. 

He took a seat and you sat opposite. “So, what're you working on, anything I can help with?” You were quick to offer your assistance, hoping he would accept. He looked over his sheet of paper before looking up at, you “Actually, there is. If you grab the blackboard, you can help me solve this.” 

Doing as he said, you positioned the blackboard and began working. You both seemed to get lost in your work, testing every possible formula for his desired finish. “Wait, I think we have it! The equation is N2H4 + HNO3 → N2H5NO3. Y/N, pass me the hydrazine and nitric acid,” searching through the alphabetically organised cabinet, you finally found them both. “Tony, are you sure this is right?” you questioned, slightly concerned about his choice. “Relax, we did our research right. You and I have done a good job, now grab your goggles and gloves!” 

Hesitantly, you pulled your gloves over your hands and placed your goggles over your eyes. You handed Tony what he needed and stood close by, waiting for the reaction. He handled the substances with care as he measured each of them out. Ensuring the measurements were precise, he went ahead and began his test. The second the two mixed, a loud bang erupted before flames raised before you both. Almost instantly, footsteps made their way to the lab. The fire alarm began blaring and water rained down on you, extinguishing the fire. Tony slowly met your gaze as Pepper swung the door open, “What on earth were you thinking? Tony, are you trying to get us killed?” She began lecturing Tony until she realised you were standing there, also showing signs of involvement. “Y/N, really? I can barely handle Tony, now theres two of you? You really are alike…” Pepper let out an exasperated sigh before rubbing her temples in a circular motion, “I need a drink.” 

Moments later, the rest of the team joined. “What the heck was that?” Bruce asked, mildly concerned. “It’s fine, it's under control. We’ve already had our lecture, please go back to whatever you were doing.” Tony reassured. Everybody sighed and turned away, abandoning the lab as you and Tony stood quietly. Once alone, you couldn't contain your laughter. Tony soon followed as he laughed too, clutching his sides. “Ah man, Pepper was so mad! It was hilarious.” You both high five each other, exactly how you would back in the day. You both spent the remainder of the day in the lab. 

“Fury, where is it this time?” You asked as you answered your phone. “Russia. I’ll have the report sent over within the hour, you head out tomorrow. Good luck, Agent Stark.” You nod to him through the camera, “Thank you, Sir.” You ended the call immediately after, hoping nobody had heard him use your birth name before heading back to your room. Fury stayed true to his word, the report was delivered within the hour by S.H.I.E.L.D.S. very own Agent Coulson. After thanking him, you walked off to your room. 

As you studied the file in your hands, you couldn’t help but let a small smile grace your face as you thought about your first mission as an Avenger. Your time as an Avenger the past few months hadn’t been the best, you hadn’t formed any proper relationships with the rest of the team. Now that you had started sorting things out with Tony, you knew it was time to start trying to interact with the team, instead of feeling obliged to take part in small talk with one another. Closing the file, you put it aside and start getting ready for bed. 

The next morning, you awoke early. You showered, before suiting up and heading down to the debriefing room, stopping to pour a coffee on the way. You were the first one to arrive, Steve was next, followed by Bucky and lastly, Natasha. The mission seemed fairly simple, it wasn’t anything you weren’t familiar with. It’d start with a stakeout, the four of you would gather as much intel as you could before infiltrating the hideout of Valentina Petrovaand retrievingstolen Stark Industries weapons and technology. You each discussed the mission with each other, ensuring everybody was on the same page and clear on the instructions. “We leave in an hour, go grab your things”.

Your gear was already prepared, so you loaded the jet and went back in to find Tony. “Hey kid, you heading out?” 

You nod, “I’ll be gone a few days it seems, I’m just excited to see some action.” Tony chuckled, “I bet. You be careful out there, okay? I’ve lost you once, I don’t want to lose you again.” You hugged him, “Are you getting all soppy on me?” Just as Tony opened his mouth to reply, Steve walked in. “Howard, lets go.” 

“And, that’s my cue. Later, Stark.” You bid your goodbyes, and follow Steve to the jet, taking a seat and getting comfortable as you prepare to take off. The flight was silent for the first few hours, you didn’t mind though. You took the opportunity to nap lightly, making up for the early morning and the lack of sleep the night before. Steve nudged your foot as he sat down, causing you to jump awake, in a confused state, you take in your surroundings. “Sorry, Y/N! I didn’t see your foot there.” You gave him a soft smile, “No need to apologise, its absolutely fine! It was about time I woke up anyway.” You readjusted yourself in your seat, sitting up straighter. Steve turned to you, “How are you feeling about the mission?” You thought for a second, deciding how you would answer. “I’m looking forward to it, it's been a while since I’ve actually been on a mission. I’m intrigued to see how the four of us work together out there, especially considering we haven’t really acknowledged each others presence since I’ve been a part of the team. I’m hoping we can maybe start changing that?” 

Steve nodded, “I’d definitely like that, and I’m sure the others will too. Y/N, please forgive me if I seem out of line when I say this, it’s not my intention at all, but we just have a few concerns. We know nothing about you, and that’s fine! Please don’t feel pressured telling us about your past, we would just like to know that we can trust you out there. As you know, we need to have each others backs and we just need to know that you’ll have ours. If there’s any way you can reassure us, that’ll be a huge help.”

You weren’t sure what to say, it definitely caught you off guard but you knew how to reassure him, at least you hoped it would. Reaching into your bag, you pulled out a photo and handed it to Steve without a word. “You knew Peggy?” Steve asked as he held the picture in his hands. “Yeah, I did. She’s family.” You responded. “Family? She never mentioned you…” Steve replied, still slightly disbelieving. 

“She was my Aunt Peggy. My family wanted to keep me safe, I was kept as low key as possible until necessary. I guess you could say she adored me, I was her little angel. She solely raised me from the age of sixteen, she’s the reason I joined S.H.I.E.L.D. and the whole reason I am who I am today. Without her, I’d be doing something completely different, I’d also be a different person. I have her to thank for my accomplishments,” you smiled, enjoying the memories of your late Aunt. 

“So, if you’re related to her, you must've known Stark as a child? Peggy was around him a lot as far as I know.” You couldn't help but let out a small laugh. “You’re right. Peggy was very fond of him, she was the only person he would listen to. Throughout his self-destructive years, she would guide him in the right direction as much as she could. Tony and I did know each other as children. In fact, we were closer than you think. I also know how much you meant to Peggy, so rest assured you can trust me. I’ll have your backs.” 

This most certainly reassured him, he stared at the picture with a sad smile, until suddenly it was like a lightbulb went off in his head, “Your last name, Howard… Howard as in your-” Before he could finish his sentence, you let out a quiet laugh, “As in my father.” 

Steve knew what this meant, of course he did. It all made sense, so many things became clear. Despite having many questions, he just nodded in understanding, and smiled back down at the picture before handing it back. “Thank you for sharing that with me, I wont say a word.” And with that, he went and sat back over by Bucky. You felt relieved, it was one less person that you had to lie to. 

The rest of the flight was smooth, although you couldn’t wait to reach the safe house. As the four of you left the jet, you loaded your bags into the hired car and began the short drive to the destination. Thankfully, everything the team needed was set up there already. You all sat and assigned the shifts you’d scope out. You offered to cover the first night shift,  “I don’t mind taking the night shift, I don’t sleep much anyway so it’s no biggie.” Steve agreed, and Bucky was quick to offer his assistance on the nights also. It made sense, you had heard about his nightmares. 

“Well, now that we’ve settled that, we should get organised. I’ll run and grab us some food, and then we can begin.” 

Steve did as he said, he went to grab food for everybody and you all sat, discussing things amongst yourselves as you ate, preparing for the night ahead. It was nice, the anxiety you had felt previously was slowly drifting away. Without realising, you had zoned out as you thought about it until Nat snapped her fingers in front of your face, “Howard, you with us?” She eyed you suspiciously, trying to read your expression. “Huh, sorry I got lost in my thoughts.” 

Steve was the one that spoke up, “Happens to the best of us.” As everybody finished eating, you offered to clear up. You decided to get changed into something more comfortable, and gathering everything you may need for the night ahead. Natasha and Steve eventually said good night, and you took a seat by the equipment. Bucky took a seat next to you, handing you a coffee without saying a word. You could tell he was somewhat on edge, and you understood. You hadn’t actually had much interaction with him during your time with the team. He was just as closed off as you were, but you couldn’t complain. You knew he had his reasons. You thanked him, and he returned a smile in return. Neither of you said anything for a while, you opened your mouth to attempt to start conversation multiple times, but you just didn’t know how to approach it. Instead, you just took a sip of your coffee. “It’s good, it’s exactly how I like it.” 

It was silent for a moment longer, and eventually you heard him respond, “I’m glad. Hopefully, it helps keep you awake.” You smile to yourself, before looking out at the night skyline, and speak up once again, hoping to initiate further conversation. “It’s a peaceful view, isn’t it? Reminds me of the calm before the storm, just like this mission.” Bucky nods in response, appreciating the observation. Bucky glances out of the window, watching the night sky for a moment before turning his attention back to you. He takes a deep breath and decides to share a little about himself, "You know, I used to hate stakeouts like this. They reminded me of the old days, but I've learned to find some peace in the quiet moments." He looks at you, hoping you can relate. You take in Bucky's words, finding a connection in his vulnerability. You nod and reply softly, "I understand what you mean. Quiet moments like these can bring back memories, both good and bad. But they also allow us to reflect and find strength in our experiences." And Bucky couldn’t agree more, he was often burdened with his memories, especially when he had the chance to think about them. It went silent again, the two of you just sitting in your thoughts as you observed the streets below. 

Bucky was next to break the ice, not wanting the silence to become awkward, but also letting curiosity get the better of him, “What’s your deal with Stark?” He noticed your eyes widen briefly and he quickly spoke up again, “I’m sorry, you don’t have to tell me. It’s just- I noticed you have quite a strained relationship with him, and I can relate to that. Our experiences are different, I’m sure but if you ever wanna talk at all…” You felt bad, you knew you were about to change everything, maybe even erase all the progress you had made with each other tonight, but you didn’t want to be dishonest with him. He had opened up after all, so it was only fair. “Bucky, I’m about to tell you something and I want you to hear me out before you say anything, okay?” He nodded in agreement and motioned for you to continue. 

“Tony is my brother… we lost contact when I was sixteen and hadn’t seen each other since until that first day I was at the tower. We didn’t leave on good terms, and it’s been a struggle but we’re getting there. I think I’m finally forgiving him, and I’m just trying to make up for the time I lost.” Bucky was lost for words, inside he was panicking, “Howard and Maria were your parents? Y/N, I need to tell you something…” 

You gave him a sad smile, shaking your head slowly as you placed your hand over his briefly. “You don’t need to say anything, I already know, Buck. I also know that it wasn’t you, nor was it your fault. Nothing will change the fact that it happened, I’ve come to terms with it and I forgive you. Peggy told me the stories of you and Steve, the real you. Not the you that you think you are.” 

Bucky avoided looking at you, the guilt eating him alive. He killed your parents, and you were being nice to him. It was the complete opposite to Tony’s reaction. Before he had time to process what you were saying, he noticed movement across the street, snapping him back into work mode. The two of you watched intently, Bucky writing everything down and you capturing pictures. Eventually, the suspect slipped into the building and you relaxed back into your seat. “Thank you for that, for the forgiveness. It means a lot.” 

Eventually, the sun came up. It was glaring into the room, basking you both in the orange tint of the morning sunrise. You both felt at ease, it was nice. Natasha and Steve trudged out of their rooms, and you briefed them on your findings as you swapped places, the sleepiness kicking in as you made your way into the bedroom. The second your head hit the pillow, you fell into a deep sleep.

A/N: I hate this chapter, it was so frustrating to write and it feels all over the place but I'm hoping the next one will be better. The next chapter is almost like the second half of this one, as it continues on but I just wanted to get this posted, in hopes it'll motivate me. Thank you for being so patient, its appreciated. Once again, if you have any suggestions let me know. I'd love to hear your feedback on this chapter.

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[folliesandfolderols]

Writing prompts day 87

From this prompt list. If you’ve read this far, I’m not sure you need any explanation, but the short version is I hadn’t written any fiction since 2019, I set a goal to write at least 150 words/day in 2024, and this list was my way to restart. Also I abruptly decided on day 2 I would write an entire Tim/Damian story connecting all the prompts, because I am Good at Judging My Limits. /sarcasm Anyway, I finished the rough draft a while ago and am now unlocking the old entries as I edit.

Read from the beginning here, or on ao3 here.

Days 85-86 here

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84. “Oh, the things I'd do to you if we were alone right now...”

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But seriously? Going to her rooms? What the hell did he expect to get done there, except fucking her? Protocol dictated they should go to rooms Damian had already swept and secured for himself, which hadn’t been possible for Katarina’s place.

He seethed about it all through patrol, and maybe his punches had a little extra force behind them, because at one point Bruce switched to a private channel to ask, "Did something happen earlier?"

Tim grimaced and jumped off a gargoyle, firing his grapple gun when he'd swooped down a few stories. Arcing to the next rooftop, he replied, "No, nothing. Why?"

"Just checking. You've been quite . . . enthusiastic, tonight."

Tim grinned, though he felt no amusement. "What can I say? I love my job."

Bruce was silent for a long while, nothing but the Batmobile's engine in the background. Then, with a "hn," he clicked back to the regular comms.

Thanks for the check-in, Bat-dad, Tim thought. He hoped he'd been convincing because otherwise Bruce would be standing on his windowsill when he got home. He snorted with suppressed laughter at the mental image.

What he found at home instead as soon as he returned wiped the possibility of amusement from his mind entirely. Jason, coming up in the elevator on his security camera, Damian's arm wrapped around his shoulders.

Tim flew out his front door to meet them just as they rounded the exit from the elevator alcove. Damian was scowling with the determined concentration of the very drunk, while Jason looked fairly entertained for someone who was currently a human crutch.

"What happened?" Tim demanded, grabbing Damian's free arm and wrapping it around his own shoulders. "I've got him. You hold the door."

"She drugged him!" Jason responded cheerfully. "Some sort of sedative combo the analyzer didn't recognize but it has a lot in common with roofies. He seems to be more with it than he would if it were that. Didn't want to try an antidote when I wasn't sure of the exact composition."

"She did not drug me," Damian contradicted, face screwing up in indignation. "I volunteered to be drugged. 'S very—very different."

"Of course, you're right, that's completely not the same thing," Tim soothed, trying to keep him upright as he nearly bent backwards. "We both know you could never be roofied without consent."

Damian nodded and tripped over Tim's feet while Jason angled past them to close and lock the door in their wake. "Said sh'd be in trouble. S'pposed to blackmail me. 'S the whole reason they sent her. Had to do it."

Tim hefted him back up off the floor and directed him towards his bedroom. "Yeah, there's no way you could have, like, faked drinking it."

Jason chuckled at the sarcasm, but Damian's scowl deepened. "Too many cameras! Too risky. She didn't do anything though. We talked for a while at her apartment while she faked trying to get me undressed, then I pretended to get confused and walked out and Todd got me." He tumbled face-first into Tim's unmade bed. "Why's it smell so good every time I'm in here?" he groaned into the comforter bunched against his face. "Must be you."

Tim was pretty sure his face looked like a tomato. He didn't dare look at Jason, who gave a gleeful cackle. Slipping Damian's Berlutis off his feet, he said, "You need to sleep this one off. Here, scoot more on the bed." He grabbed Damian's shins and rotated his body so it fit on the mattress entirely. "There you go."

Damian flipped to his back and looked Tim over from head to toe with a sleepy appreciativeness that had Tim's face heating for a different reason. “You always look ridiculously good in your costume." He rubbed one foot against Tim's thigh, coming perilously close to his crotch. "Oh, the things I’d do to you if we were alone right now . . .”

Tim, gaping in horror, caught him by the ankle, and Jason burst into full-fledged guffaws. "Don't tell him till I'm gone, buddy." He backed out of the room, pointing at Tim. "I fucking knew it, by the way! I knew there was something going on." His voice faded a little as he moved toward the front door again. "Dammit, now I wish I would've gotten the others to lay bets on who Damian was dating. Everyone would've gambled on Jon and I would've made a killing."

Tim sank down to sit on the edge of his bed and buried his face in his hands. "Please don't tell anyone!" he called, though he didn't bother to keep the resignation out of his tone.

"Eh, I don't give enough of a shit to tell," Jason lied, like a lying liar, and slammed the door behind him.

A tentative touch to his elbow had Tim twisting to check on Damian, who batted his big green eyes at him in a way that made that ridiculous melting feeling return to his chest. "Wanna lie down with me?"

Tim sighed and patted his hand. "I do, but I've gotta shower first. Give me a few minutes, okay?"

When he returned, Damian had stripped to his underwear and was sprawled on his back, arms and legs spread-eagled, faintly snoring. Tim shook his head and turned off the light. Once he climbed into bed, he pulled Damian toward him till Tim could curl around his back big-spoon fashion. He kissed between Damian's shoulder blades and closed his eyes, but before he fell asleep, he murmured, "Dami. I kinda would've gambled on Jon too."

Damian slept on, dead to the world, and Tim willed his mind to stop poking at the hurt long enough to do the same.

day 88 here

[ffjj5]

Another day and another Jikook anniversary.

This time it's Happy 1st anniversary to hickeygate.

Having drinks together and getting a little drunk, JK carries Jimin bridal style and spins Jimin until he is dizzy and asks to be put down, but JK refuses so Jimin 'bites' him ( so the story goes ). 😉

The next day at rehearsals JK strolls in with his hickey proudly on display.

Take a chunk of this..

And a pinch of this..

And the result is this...

For me this is one of, if not THE loudest moments, the day they said "Today we will be proudly and loudly queer"..let me explain why I think that:

It didn't have to be spoken about on camera, a bit of make up on it and nothing said and we would have been none the wiser. But look at how happy they both are talking about it 😃.

This was in no way fanservice. It happened in the privacy of their home and was an intimate moment between just the two of them.

No one other than Jimin or JK were allowed to touch it, Jimin had his hands all over it but when Jin gets close JK pulls away. Again when JK is talking about it on camera he is rubbing it like it is his precious.

It cannot be explained away as platonic bro high jinx, it is an intimate, sexual act between two consenting adults in a relationship.

The discussion and footage made it into official content where it was proudly discussed TWICE on camera. And I am pretty damn sure they gave the okay for it to be included in the final edit.

Think about that for a second... They know we aren't stupid and would know damn well that was no bite. A playful bite can lead to a hickey and a hickey can lead too...🤐

Of course they weren't going to say it was a hickey, they left us to fill in the blanks. They were making a statement. Their actions and well chosen words are the only way they can communicate to us what they mean to each other.

This is not the first time either has turned up on camera with a hickey but those times they have attempted to conceal it with varying degrees of success. The most successful we never saw but some were spotted by eagle eyed fans...

There is a good reason that JK is a vampire in his photo folio. The man clearly likes a good nibble and suck 😄, and Jimin's mole on his collar bone is a favourite spot , oh and his ear obviously.

Hickey was trending on Twitter and the same day Jimin and JK both posted consecutively. They had to have seen that it was trending when they posted on Twitter. It feels like a real 'yes bitches we did that' response from them. And I applaud them for it.

Stan a couple who get drunk, mess around with bridal carries, spinning and faces snuggled into necks (probably), give hickeys and then rock up to work the next day to brag about it.

💛💜🌈

[roo-bastmoon]

Tin Foil Hat Time!

Okay.

Let me start by saying this post right here is prolly full-tilt delulu and really not meant to be taken super seriously. But put your tin foil hat on and come with me...

Ready?

Here's a photo that JK's brother uploaded on Christmas Eve to his Instagram. It's adorable. Please take note of the gray travel pillow resting on top of a blanket that seems to have some blue and white stripes in one little section.

And here's a photo Jimin uploaded on Christmas Eve on WeVerse. Please take note of the gray travel pillow resting on top of a blanket that seems to have some blue and white stripes.

It's probably nothing.

There's plenty of gray pillows and striped blankets in the world. Right?

We absolutely cannot go around saying that Jimin spent the holidays with Jungkook and his family.

But now, we also can't NOT say that.

Again, I gotta stress: probably just a coincidence. Coincidences happen.

But let's just keep in mind that we only catch a glimpse, a little sliver, of their actual lives. Eventually, more always comes to light, but sometimes it takes months or even years for them to share the details with us, if at all. Someday, Jimin might mention that he was with JK and his brother on Christmas, and it would not be totally out of left field.

Since coming home from Vegas, when the press published news about Jimin's apartment "seizure," we haven't seen Jikook ride in cars, glom all over each other, or hang out together in public off schedule. And that's a steep departure from the Jikook we saw in the past.

But we have seen dropped honorifics, watching each other carefully, inside jokes and pop culture references, wearing similar jewelry, hugs and hand holding, teasing the hell out of each other, knowledge of each others' diets and drinking habits, plenty of affectionate interactions, and very. intimate. birthday. posts.

Sometimes we see very, very little... but when we do see it--the vibes, y'all.

Of course, their vibes don't mean they are dating. But the silence also doesn't signify a breakup. Whatever their status is, they are absolutely okay with each other. We can all see they are very much more than okay with each other.

And maybe possibly perhaps they still hang out with each other quite often, but they are just not sharing it with the public, considering the terrible invasions of privacy and god awful threats of violence that occurred this year.

Then there's just weird coincidences that might mean nothing. Like the way Jimin got YOUTH tattooed behind his ear, and later that's where JK chose to get his 7. Or the way JK's moon has craters in and Jimin's... well... take a look at this:

Kinda looks like a moon couple tattoo, if you squint. But it could just mean they really like the same kind of art style. *shrug* They did get them at different times and we know Taehyung inspired Jimin by showing him fan art... It could be related, or not. They do sometimes use the same artists. I guess it's open to interpretation, much like everything with these two.

The same way that CCTV footage of JK in a convenience store back in October with someone dressed all in white kinda looks like Jimin to me. Looks like his height, his shoulders, his fingers, his hat. But we can't see his face, so it could just be another member or non-BTS friend. (I'm not gonna post it because it's their private time and taken without consent, but it made the rounds on Twitter this week and initially folks were saying it was Taehyung in the store. Of course it is possible that Taehyung and Jungkook were at a mini mart close by Jimin's apartment in October, but, the camera angle made Tae look super short if so.)

What's my point? Do I have a point? Get to the point, Roo!!

Can I say for sure Jikook are a thing? No. And it would be super irresponsible of me to do so.

But it would also be premature for me to say for sure they aren't close any more.

Okay, now you guys can take your tin foil hats off, and put your birthday party hats on.

It was Tae's birthday and Jimin brought that soulmate energy in full force, of course. Even though there was no live to end the great bear/tiger cake debate of 2022, Jimin still posted several times on WeVerse and even dug around and found his Insta password, lol.

This photo was likely taken by JK the day that Vminkook played basketball in the rain in In The Soop.

And Tae seemed to appreciate it a lot because he commented "I love you" right under that post:

This alone should be enough to stop the ship wars. This alone should shut the haters up about fanservice and fake friends. I know it won't but... it's clear as day, whether we see them hang out or not, that these guys all love each other.

As Army, we should honor that and trust them.

Love,

Roo

[uhzuku]

[ just wanna keep the memory ] • all for one.

synopsis— “it’s just for memory’s sake.”

pairing— all for one/reader.

wc— 2.18k.

rating— nsfw ; minors dni.

warnings— hybristophilia ; video recording ; set power dynamic, wife!reader, creampie, maledom, missionary, stomach bulge, master kink.

day 4 of ‘don’t be camera shy…’ ; kinktober 2021.

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All For One looks over the woman spread out in front of him, his eyes drinking up her naked form without a second’s hesitation; she did belong to him, after all, and the shiny ring on her finger proved it.

He’d had several wives over his long lifespan, seven in total count Y/N, and once this one was too old for his tastes he’d likely get another, but even he couldn’t deny that she was his absolute favorite so far. She just fit so perfectly against him, and she was so easily distracted and very complacent with what he’d set out to do — especially since she was so blind to everything that after five years of marriage she had no idea what he did. Almost all of the others had found out after a year, two at most, and had fought back once they realized what he was trying to do to the world; two hadn’t, of course, but their ignorance had no charm (unlike Y/N’s) and therefore he quickly grew tired of them and subsequently got rid of them. This one, though… he’d swept her away from her rich family and her hero father when she’d only just turned 18 a week before; easily coerced (and not the brightest, in his personal opinion — at least, that’s what he thought), she ran away with him and they eloped a week after they’d met; she’d been absolutely enchanted by him, attracted as soon as they’d bumped into one another on the street, so she was easily convinced to elope.

It had been five years since then, and she’d not seen her family since, nor had she asked to. Instead she’d followed him in his travels across the world, only asking once where his money came from (he’d told her to drop it and, ever the obedient woman she was, she had instantly) and then never again questioned him — she just made sure he came home to a warm, homemade meal, clean home, and her naked body once they finished eating and he was ready for a particular type of dessert.

Just like tonight.

“A camera, honey?” Y/N asks quietly as he takes one from his large coat pocket and sets it up on a tripod he’d folded up and hidden in the corner, and the villain nods simply.

“If you’d rather not I’ll turn it off and put it away, but I thought it would be something nice for us to watch later — you deserve to see how beautiful you look when I fill you, and I’d hate to ever forget that picture,” he says, his voice a deep timbre that made Y/N shiver a little before nodding, giving her consent to being recorded. All For One grins. “Perfect — after all, it’s just for memory’s sake.”

“I like making memories,” she murmurs in a lilty voice, giggling softly as she moves from where she’d been laying on the bed with her legs slightly spread so she could stand on her hands and knees on the bed and crawl to him before standing on her knees to throw her arms around him. She still wasn’t as tall as him, even while on the bed, so she had to ask for a kiss to get one.

“Can I have one?” Y/N squeals, smiling up at him brightly.

He raises an eyebrow. “One what? You know you can have anything your pretty little heart desires,” he purrs, resting his large hands on her waist and pulling her even closer to him. She giggles softly, squeezing her arms tighter around him in excitement; she’d missed him while he was gone.

“Want a kiss,” she asks softly, wiggling a little excitedly while fluttering her eyelashes and putting on a pleading tone as if she were begging for a new car (which he’d also get her if she asked, even though she didn’t drive), “Please?”

All For One grins. “Alright — I’ll give you a kiss,” he says softly, leaning down and pressing her lips against his own insistently. Her bare breasts mash against his own chest and he fights off the urge to push her away a little so he can palm them like always.

Her fingers knot in his hair and she moans into his mouth as one of his hands wanders down and starts playing with her pussy, her hips rolling against his fingers instinctively as he presses his middle finger inside her cunt, curling it up and into her sweet spot and uses his thumb to rub her clit in repeated circles. He smiles against her lips as she starts moaning needily into his, then looks down at her in surprise as she pulls away with a whimper.

“Master,” she whines, “wan’ you to fuck me, please! I want your c-cock!”

“Mmm…” he hums softly, pushing her back on the bed gently with one arm while the other slips out of its coat sleeve. Once his coat is off completely he continues stripping, never tearing his eyes from where she was on the bed and rubbing her thighs together like it would make the hot feeling between her legs go away. Once he’s completely naked, he climbs onto the bed and situates himself above her, looking down at how she’d laid herself out for him across the pillows and mattress.

“Well?” she asks playfully, “You are going to fuck me, aren’t you Master?”

“Damn fucking straight,” he growls, taking his cock in one hand and giving it a couple pumps before pressing the head to her entrance. As the tip pops in her eyes cross at the stretch, the fat length filling her up so much already and it wasn’t even all the way inside yet. All For One carefully eases in until his pelvis is flush with hers and his cock is all the way inside; another reason why she was his favorite was that she could actually take all of his cock without whining and crying like the others or stopping him and telling him to take it out because it was too big for them to handle.

He holds her close to him, looping one arm under her lower back to hold her hips and ass up at the perfect angle before they no doubt gave outfrom the strength of his thrusts, and Y/N groans as he presses his cock so deep inside that she knew if she rubbed her tummy or looked down at it she’d feel or see the head bulging up through the skin. He lets go carefully now that she’s taken all of him, then pulls out just as carefully; it had been a couple weeks since he’d left for ‘work’ and therefore it had been quite a while since he’d last fucked her, so he didn’t want to accidentally hurt her (he never thought of this as him actually caring for her, he only considered this a small favor, but in all honesty he did care even if he refused to admit it). Before long, though, she’s completely used to his thick length being inside and he actually starts fucking her, the headboard of their king bed slamming against the wall hard enough to make the walls shake and knock a few photos that Y/N had hung off of it.

“Ma-aster, Master! F-f-fuck — please, please — fuck, ‘m so fucking full!” she sobs, and he laughs a little and only fucks her harder, enjoying the sight of her eyes rolling back in her head as he hits the spot deep inside that he knew she loved. “FUCK! Oh fuck — Master, Master, Master; please please please — so big, so full, oh god-!” she shrieks, her pussy clenching tight around him. He groans, squeezing his eyes shut and biting his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood at the feeling of her clenching up around him.

“Want my fucking cum so bad you’re milking me for it, then?” he mumbled breathily, laughing a little as he continued fucking her. He could feel his balls drawing up and knew he was about to cum, and so did she consider she locked her legs tight around his ass to make sure he came inside.

“F-F-Fuck — fill me up Master, want your cum so bad!” she moans, throwing her once limp arms around his neck and holding tight to him as he fucked into her. He moans deeply through gritted teeth and his head falls forward to rest on her shoulder as he gets closer and closer to orgasm, and the minute she shrieks and cums hard around him he lifts it back up and practically roars, filling her with a seemingly endless amount of cum and fucking it into her as best he can, a mixture of their cream coating his cock and spitting out around his dick as he fucked back into her. He stays on top of her for a minute, enjoying the feeling of her sporadically clenching around his cock and milking him for everything he was worth before she goes completely lax, all fucked out and in complete bliss.

All For One takes this as a chance to use one of his many accumulated quirks to retrieve the camera from the tripod to record not only her blissed out face but also to move down to her abused pussy, zooming in and focusing it in solely on that as he pulled out and so much fucking cum followed, oozing out of his wife’s pussy in an unbroken stream of white. He licks his lips at the sight then turns off the camera quickly as she started to whine, wanting him to hold her like alway, then tosses it onto the loveseat against the far wall.

“Shhh, here I am, pretty one,” he murmurs softly, pulling her close to him. They talk for a good while between themselves about his past two weeks as well as hers before Y/N, sounding quite sleepy, asks a question he’d not expected her to ask.

“And what about that boy?” she asks, referring to the one she and he had bumped into a month or so ago (the poor thing was lost and upset), both of them laying in bed beneath the blankets; she’s curled up against him with one of her legs thrown over both of his.

All For One looks down at her in confusion and asks what she meant. “Boy? What boy?” he asks softly, and she shrugs a little as she traces various random shapes on his bare chest.

“The lost one you gave the quirk before returning him to his family,” she replies, and his eyes widen ever so slightly. She knew? How could she know? He could have sworn she didn’t know that he’d done anything..

“How did you know,” he asks quietly, “that I gave him a quirk?”

“I just like watching you,” she replies quietly, and he raises an eyebrow. “I realized what you did maybe a month after we got married, so I’ve tried to pay attention to everything you do, just in case you need help remembering something or in case someone else figured it out and called the police so I could tell you so we could get away.”

That was new; he wondered what all she’d heard him say, and what all she’d seen him do that he’d just assumed that, since she never complained otherwise or worried out loud, she just wasn’t aware of.

Apparently he’d taken too long to respond though, because she pulls away from him and sits up before covering her eyes with her hands. “I’m sorry; now you’re mad at me,” she whispers, sounding upset.

“No, no — I’m not mad, just surprised you knew,” All For One admits almost instantly, his deep voice gentle and calm, and she looks at him through her fingers hesitantly.

“You’re not?”

“No, dove,” he replies softly, and her shoulders relax instantly. They both knew that he only ever called her do love when he was happiest with her, so the word calmed her down easily. “But I do have a question for you.”

“Oh?”

“Mhmm… why didn’t you run away when you found out?” he asks curiously, and she mumbles a response, but her voice is too quiet for him to hear or understand. “What was that?”

She sighs, looking almost embarrassed, before saying (almost as quietly before), “Because I like it,” and then she hides her face in his chest — but he’d heard her this time, and it surprised him. She knew he was a villain and it… turned her on?

Suddenly plenty of things began making sense.

“Shhh, don’t be embarrassed, dove — we all like what we like,” he murmurs, grinning wickedly and pulling her closer to him before laying back down with her, the grin widening as she nuzzles against him affectionately. Maybe she wasn’t as much of an idiot as he’d originally thought…

And maybe it would be beneficial if she helped take care of his future student.

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𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 (𝑱𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊/𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚏!𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚘 × 𝙴𝚡𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎) × 𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊/𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚏! 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚆𝚘𝚘𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝙰𝚄, 𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚏 𝙰𝚄

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𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙻𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚙 (𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜), 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚎𝚡𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚓𝚘𝚋, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 (𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐), 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗) 𝙳𝚘𝚖! 𝚈𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚘, 𝙳𝚘𝚖! 𝚆𝚘𝚘𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐, 𝚂𝚞𝚋! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

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"Anything else we can get for our most valued regulars?"

The two men waved their hands dismissively at the friendly and energetic owner of the establishment, thanking her for the drinks that were already provided while assuring her they were perfectly content.

"Well if you shall need anything don't hesitate to ask." She reminded them before walking away to attend the other customers and see that everything in the club was running smoothly.

The two men held up their drinks and clinked them against each other before downing them as if it was mere water. Slumping back into the comfortable french style chaise lounge sofa, the shorter mafioso let out a soft and relaxed exhale of breath.

"Well I'd say the whole operation was an absolute success. Don't you agree Yunho?" He tilted his head towards the more impotent one of them, the male swirling the contents of his newly poured drink around his glass cup.

"Indeed. Well done Wooyoung." He raised his glass towards his friend in acknowledgement before bringing the rim of the cup up to his lips.

The two men briefly scanned the spacious hall, occasionally waving or even winking at the more familiar faces that they had become very much acquainted with, sometimes even on a more intimate level that remained a naughty secret between them. Being admirers of beauty and anything aesthetically appealing, they of course had their gazes on the stage that encompassed the majority of the room. Their eyes never failed to take in the gorgeous dancers that were currently moving their bodies to the music playing in the background, some of them showcasing their more erotic side through spins and turns on some of the poles that were placed at various corners of the stage. That sight was always a welcoming one by all the men who went inside the high class club.

"Damn. Who is that?" Wooyoung pointed in the direction of a certain dancer who had caught his attention.

Following his finger, Yunho widened his eyes when he saw who it was that Wooyoung had spotted. She was indeed very captivating. Her movements were very sensual and completely fluid, it was more than obvious her technique was precise. Even her hair seemed to dance along with her body. She'd effortlessly spin around the metal pole as if it was the most natural thing in the world for her. Although she was placed towards the back, she seemed to dominate the stage alone with her presence. She just exuded charisma and eroticism that no doubt had many of the males growing a little problem in their pants thanks to her, Wooyoung and Yunho being no exception. They became lost in the beautiful and fascinating female, falling her charms as if her dance hypnotized them.

It was Yunho who snapped himself out of it when he took a closer look at her face and felt like something was off.

"How old is she? She looks a little... too young." Despite having been involved in the criminal world for years, having seen and committed many illegal acts, Yunho was not tolerant of anything that involved the exploitation of individuals who were too young for such a life.

Realizing he was right, Wooyoung shifted uncomfortably in his seat and cleared his throat. Calling over one of the male waiters, Yunho had to inquire about her.

"What can you tell me about the pretty face right over there?"

Seeing who he was referring to, the male server chuckled.

"Oh. That's Y/N. She's new here, started a few weeks ago but she's already conquered a lot of admirers as you can tell."

Indeed, as they looked around, most men had their eyes trained on her, no doubt imagining what she'd look like if you removed the lace bustier top and butt hugging leather shorts.

"How old is she?" Yunho got to the point.

Understanding what he meant, the server quickly dismissed his fears.

"I don't know exactly but I know for sure she's very much an adult. I'd say very early 20's, although I get that with that innocent looking baby face many wouldn't believe it. Folks seem to dig that though. Angelic face, sinful body? No wonder men are lusting over her."

Glancing over at their respective friend, the two men shared a small smirk between each other before settling back down to continue admiring the pretty girl.

"If you bosses would like, we could arrange a private show with her for you." The male staff offered but Wooyoung shook his head.

"No no, I don't think that will be necessary."

But he found that his resolve would soon come crumbling down when the young female took notice of their gawking towards her. Although she had never seen them before, she enjoyed the way their eyes were raking her body. She made sure not to break eye contact with them as she performed her next set of moves, which became a lot more sultry and risque in nature. She purposefully bent down or over more so her ass and tits would be the main focus of their staring.

"Fuck. I'd love to bend that ass over my lap." Yunho bit down on his bottom lip as one hand slowly rubbed the top of his thigh when she sent a flirtatious wink his way.

"Then why don't we make it come true?"

Calling for the male staff's attention once more, Wooyoung pulled out a large bill and placed it on the empty tray he was holding.

"I think we're going to take you on that offer, that is if the lady doesn't mind."

The staff couldn't help but snort.

"Trust me, I don't think she would mind one bit."

Ushering them to follow him, the male staff led them through the crowd of people that were gathered at the main showroom and down one of the hallways. Wooyoung and Yunho were surprised when instead of taking them to the upstairs private rooms, their guide instead took them down stairs.

"We don't actually tell most people this but our best and most expensive private rooms are actually down here and not upstairs. We only reserve them for V.I.P guests. And there's a bonus.."

The male staff typed in a code into the keypad that kept the entrance to the room locked and opened it up for them to let themselves in.

"There's absolutely no cameras, no rules, and you don't have to worry about anyone hearing anything." The man slyly told them as he walked off and told them to enjoy themselves.

Looking around, indeed the room was even better than the upper ones they had often rented. Not only was it bigger, it had a full bar for them to enjoy, there were multiple couches and they even mounted a pole in the middle of the room. Lilac curtains were strategically placed around to decorate the room which looked marvelous against the blue LED lights that illuminated several parts of the room so everything inside would be clearly visible. They could even make out a faint scent of lavender and vanilla, no doubt infused with pheromones to further enhance sexual arousal.

"No rules he said.... perfect." Wooyoung grinned as he made himself comfortable on one of the couches.

"Just because there are no cameras doesn't mean you can behave as you like. Remember that she'll probably only be here to dance for us and nothing else." Yunho reminded him.

"Relax old man, you know I would never touch a woman without her consent. Lucky me, I'm still handsome .... and rich." Wooyoung laughed slightly as he pulled out a bundle of money from his pocket causing his friend to roll his eyes.

"And what makes you think that is going to entice the young lady to suck your dick? If anything, she'll prefer someone younger and not some... geezer." He poked fun at his friend who looked at him with an unamused face.

"Look who's talking boomer." He scoffed at him.

Both of the men put an end to their small bantering when the door suddenly opened and in came none other than the very object of their fantasies, her stiletto heels clicking against the marble floor. She eyed them up and down with a curious expression, the corners of her mouth curling up just subtly.

"Hello there beautiful." Wooyoung leaned back and took in her figure.

"Good evening gentlemen." She greeted them as she shifted her weight from leg to the other one, her hands placed on her hips respectively.

"Y/N is it?" Yunho inquired as he tried to keep a little more decorum and tried not to stare too much at her.

"Unless you'd prefer to call me something else." She grinned at them with a smoldering expression.

"I'd love to call you mine." Wooyoung put his thoughts out there for the other two occupants in the room to hear, shocking and embarrassing one while the other seemed delighted to hear him say that.

"Wooyoung! Control yourself." Yunho nudged him with his elbow, warning him not to try anything stupid or foolish.

"And tell me then handsome, just how do you want me?"

Both men whipped their heads at her question, wondering if they heard her right.

"Umm- excuse me?" Yunho wanted her to clarify what she meant.

The young dancer took slow and careful steps closer to them, beginning to round the table that stood in between her and the couch they were seated in.

"On my knees, on all fours, against the wall, or laying down, just tell me what position you want me in." She was completely unafraid as she now carefully sat on the table right in front of them, spreading her legs just a little bit, daring them not to gaze in between them which they both ultimately failed in doing.

She was driving them crazy, making them lose every last bit of self control they had. And the way she'd innocently bat her eyelashes at them was not helping their case, it only served to fuel their growing lust for her even more. Wooyoung was about to speak up, but Yunho of course stopped him.

"No-no honey. We just wanted you to keep us some company." He wanted to slap himself for sounding so old fashioned.

Y/N tilted her head at his explanation.

"Keep you company? You mean like this?"

Not expecting her to get up and suddenly straddle his lap, Yunho's eyes shot wide open when her chest was practically pressing against his face. Y/N gently caressed the hair around his temples, not so subtly grinding herself on his tent that was hardening even further. His friend next to him was equally surprised and jealous that it wasn't his lap that the young lady chose to situate herself on.

"Is this what you wanted?"

When Yunho shifted under her and stammered out an incoherent babble of words, Y/N took hold of his hands and placed them on her hips.

"It's ok baby. You can touch me if you want. I don't mind." She encouraged him with a sweet smile on her face.

"I'm not sure I want to..." As soon as he said that, he regretted his words especially after seeing the disheartened look on Y/N's pretty face.

"Well I know for a fact I do so give her to me if you don't want her."

She let out a squeal when she was suddenly pulled of Yunho's lap and instead perched upon one of Wooyoung's strong and muscular thighs. He couldn't stop smiling as his hands rubbed against the sides of her waist.

"So tell me what's a gorgeous and young lady such as yourself doing in a place like this?" He was genuinely curious as to why someone like her would seek out work as an exotic dancer.

"Well it definitely brings in a lot of money, but I'm not going to deny that I do enjoy the attention and stares of some of the patrons like to give me." She answered, her hand reaching over to loosen up the tie around his neck.

"Oh, so you like being a little exhibitionist?" Wooyoung wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"God yes! But my ex boyfriend wasn't a fan of my occupation, hence why he left." She let out a tiny huff at the information.

"Well if you ask him he's an idiot for that. I know if I had a sexy girl like you, I wouldn't mind showing her off a little. Let others admire her like the goddess she is."

As he said those words to her, Wooyoung's fingers slowly peeled the straps of her top off her shoulders, his tips tracing along the outline of her collarbone. Y/N didn't budge when she felt Wooyoung's lips kiss across her shoulder and the side of her neck, she merely tilted her head to the opposite side so it would give him more access to suckle along her smooth skin. Yunho watched all of this with an aching hard on and clenched fist as he realized it could have been him in Wooyoung's position at that moment.

"Truthfully I don't miss him, he was very controlling anyways, but I gotta say...." She bit down on her lip, a bit unsure about continuing her sentence.

"It's ok baby. You can tell us anything you want." Wooyoung assured her as his teeth tugged at her earlobe.

Sucking in a breath she didn't know she was holding, Y/N spilled her secret out.

"I've just been a lot more horny ever since I started this job and I don't have anyone to fuck me like a slut. God I just want a big, fat cock to tear my pussy apart."

Both men looked at each other and exchanged a few suspicious glances before returning their attention back on the girl on Wooyoung's lap.

"Are you horny right now darling?" He asked her as his hand came to the front of her top and started undoing the buttons that ran through the middle.

"If I say yes, will one of you fuck me?" She turned her head to look at Yunho, not wanting him to feel left out. Her hand even reached over so it could brush along the tent in his pants, which he welcomed graciously and even allowed her to palm his hard on as she pleased.

"Oh honey, if you want, we'll both fuck you." Yunho finally spoke up after a long time of staying silent, scooting his body closer to her.

"Please do." She begged them, eyes looking like a pitiful little pup.

Undoing the last button, Wooyoung peeled the top off her, both men releasing groans when her breasts came into view. They looked so soft and smooth and it took everything in them not to take one in each of their mouths and devour them. Getting off of Wooyoung's thigh so she could sit right in between both men, Y/N took one of their hands and set them right on her mounds.

"Touch me, please. I want your guys' hands all over me."

Each one of the men began to squeeze at her tits, Wooyoung opting for a more rough approach, even pinching at her nipples, while Yunho took his time in massaging her flesh, thumb rubbing circles on her hardened peak. Y/N was already loving the two opposite dynamics both men were giving her, it was exactly what she'd been craving in a long time. She threw her head back when Wooyoung stooped down to take the breast he was currently toying with into his mouth, teeth tugging at her tiny bud. She was releasing heavy breaths as he continued to suck at her tender skin, eyes closing as she began to get lost in the pleasure. She nearly whined when she felt Yunho take his hand off her breast, but it was caught in his mouth since he moved his hand from her chest so it could cup her chin. Tilting it towards him, he began to kiss her hungrily. She gratefully welcomed the intrusion of his tongue in her mouth, letting it slither inside of it, taking complete control of her.

Taking advantage of his friend moving his hand away, Wooyoung moved so he was sitting right in front of her. Y/N pryed her legs open so he could be easily accommodated between her body. He moved his mouth to latch onto her other breast, giving it the special attention its twin had already received. He became a little harsher as he began to plaster marks on the underside of her boob and on the top of them. Each time he sank his canines down onto her skin, Y/N would emit a semi pained whimper that was muffled by Yunho's tongue as it swirled against her own wet muscle. Moving further south, Wooyoung began dragging his tongue down her sternum until it reached her belly button. Coming face to face with her leather shorts, Wooyoung grabbed the sides of the fabric before swiftly pulling it down her legs. Y/N shuddered when a small waft of cool air breezed over her wet heat.

"Fucking hell, what a nice and wet pussy you have little lady." Wooyoung stared in amazing at her shining folds that were inviting him to dive in and feast upon their sweet juices.

Pulling away so he could glimpse down at the lady's intimate place, Yunho moaned deeply when he saw what his friend was looking at.

"Fuck we've barely done anything and you're already this wet for us? You flatter us baby." He chuckled as he went back in to continue their makeout session.

Wooyoung's fingers slid around her folds, teasing her as they grazed over her slit, always stopping before they touched her clit. Y/N was yearning to be touched and she did not appreciate the older man's teasing. Yunho of course noticed since her needy whining was being spilled into his mouth.

"Is that a promise?" Wooyoung challenged.

"Wooyoung stop making her wait and eat her out before I shove you to the ground and I finger her cunt until she's squirting all over your face." He warned in between kisses.

Pulling back with a snarl, Yunho stared menacingly at his friend.

"Fucking eat her pussy or I'll get my men to hold you down and make you watch as I fuck her."

Shrugging off Yunho's threat, Wooyoung latched his mouth onto the young female's mound and started fucking it with his tongue. Y/N couldn't help but gasp as Wooyoung's skillful and experienced tongue swirled and sucked along her folds. He made sure to focus most of his attention on her clit, nibbling down on it while making sure he didn't accidentally grazed his teeth onto them.

"You like the way Wooyoung is eating you out baby?" Yunho asked as his large hands cupped your breasts once more, squishing them together as his thumbs toyed with your nipples.

"Yes! Shit! He's amazing!" She gasped out when he gave her a particularly long suck to thank her for her praises, a cocky grin forming.

"Heard that Woo? The little lady is enjoying it." Yunho gushed as he brought one breast up to place kisses on it.

Wooyoung responded with a moan against her pussy, his hands spreading her legs as far as they could go so he could lap reach every inch of flesh with his tongue. He left no place untouched as he practically smothered his face into her juicy core. Y/N's body started to tremble as she felt herself being thrown over the precipice. Yunho kept holding onto her as she began cumming on Wooyoung's face.

"Fuck- oh shit!" She cursed with scrunched eyes as an intense orgasm took over her senses.

Wooyoung didn't detach his mouth from her core until he made certain that she had released all the juices she possibly could, which ultimately ended up swallowed by him since he could not leave a drop to waste. When Y/N came to her senses, she still felt as if she was in a permanent high.

"I've never came from someone eating my pussy out. That was the first time anyone has made me orgasm from one." She admitted rather shyly.

"That's probably because you've only had amateur assholes perform oral on you honey. I've got years of experience. I know what a girl wants when she's getting her sweet pussy eaten out." Wooyoung boasted as he sat down next to her.

"Well I think it's only fair I show my gratitude to you both right?"

Sliding off the couch, Y/N got on her knees and beckoned the men to stand at each of her sides. Lifting her hands up, she began to palm their clothed cocks. She could only imagine how big they were since they already felt pretty packed even in their confinement. Although it was a little hard doing it with one hand, she managed to unzip both of their pants and slowly dragged them down their thighs until she was blessed by the sight of their mature cocks springing forward, fully erect and waiting for her to touch them. Her mouth was agape as she took one in each hand and began pumping them.

"God you're both so big."

Both men let out small laughs at her reaction.

"What? Never seen cocks like ours before baby?" Wooyoung asked.

"Not in person and I've always wanted to be fucked by sizes like yours."

Her hand continued to stroke their lengths. She even went as far as to spit on both of them so it would be easier to glide her hand along their shaft. Although Yunho was definitely the bigger of the two, packing a monster sized cock, Wooyoung was also pretty endowed and she had no doubt that with his cocky attitude he definitely knew how to use his dick in the best way possible. She couldn't help herself and actually brought both of their tips to her mouth. Her tongue alternated between licking Wooyoung's head before giving attention to Yunho's, both of them hissing when they felt her tongue on them. Y/N did not shy away from even slurping one both of them at the same time, opening her mouth as much as it could to fit their heads inside and sucking them in.

"Oh shit! You're such a dirty little girl." Yunho muttered out as his hand came down to pet the top of her head.

"Tell me are you always such a whore for your other customers?" Wooyoung's tone had a slight hint of jealousy at the thought of someone else getting the special treatment they were getting.

"Hmmm no. None of the other people have ever interested me. You guys are the first that made me wanna get a little naughty." She confessed with an innocent smile before taking each of their balls and giving them a few harsh sucks, coating them generously with her saliva. Although it was more than arousing having their young companion jerk them off simultaneously, even giving their slits a couple licks every now and then, the men knew they wanted a little more. They wanted to corrupt the woman in front of them and make a mess all over her.

"You wanna get even more naughty baby?" Yunho's voice dropped down 2 tones as he began taking his shirt off, Wooyoung following suit.

"Yes." She looked between one of the men and then to the other, nearly drooling when she saw their fit abs come into her view.

Lifting her up, Yunho effortlessly sat her back down on the couch.

"Want us to fuck you?" He continued to ask as he and his friend finished stripping themselves out of their clothes.

"Yes! Please fuck me." She encouraged, beckoning them over as she got on all fours for them.

"Well I don't know about you, but I really wanna see what that pretty mouth of hers does, especially after getting a sneak peak." Stepping over to her face, Wooyoung rubbed the tip of his cock along the top of her lip.

Y/N giggled as she took Wooyoung's length in one of her hands once more, pressing kisses along his head. She was so distracted in playing around and teasing Wooyoung that she didn't notice Yunho had placed himself right behind until she felt his bulge rubbing along her ass cheeks.

"I hope you don't mind sweetheart, but I wasn't expecting to get so lucky to be able to fuck a pretty girl such as yourself tonight so I'm afraid I brought no condoms...."

Y/N gasped when she felt a long finger insert itself into her ass.

"So I'm going to have to settle for fucking this other hole of yours." He circled his finger around her hole to further stretch her out, eventually adding a second finger inside her.

"If that's all right with you of course."

Y/N responded with a moan and pushed her butt further back so his fingers could sink deeper in her.

"I'd say it's more than ok with her. Look at how desperate she looks." Wooyoung lightly giggled, tapping the head of his cock against both of her cheeks.

"Open up."

Following his orders, Y/N allowed him to slip himself into her warm and wet mouth, unable to help but groan when he pushed half of his length in.

"What's wrong baby? Can't fit all of me inside?"

Taking it as a challenge, Y/N hollowed her cheeks even further and pushed herself forward until her nose pressed against his pubic bone. Although she choked slightly when she felt him hit the back of her throat, she was still able to swirl her tongue around him and properly accommodate him.

"For someone so young, you sure do seem to have a lot of experience." Wooyoung pointed out as his hands gently caressed her stuffed cheeks.

"That's cause she's nothing but a whore."

Y/N clenched around nothing as she heard Yunho's degradation, humming against Wooyoung's length as she felt his long fingers collect some of her slick and used it as a makeshift lube to spread around her asshole. Making sure she was all prepped and properly stretched out, Yunho took his sizeable dick and very slowly pushed himself into her ass, wanting to savor how her tightness hugged every inch of him. His head was thrown back when he stuffed her ass full of his cock, nails digging into her cheeks as he held back the urge to ram himself brutally and tear her ass up. When he did not move for a few seconds, Y/N grew impatient and pulled herself off him only to stuff him back inside.

"Don't make our pretty baby wait by being gentle Yunho. Can't you see she's desperate to have you break her apart?" Wooyoung smirked as pulled out of her mouth only to force himself back in, holding her head in place before releasing her. Y/N gagged around his cock, a tiny slick of drool falling out of the corners of her mouth.

"Is that what you want? Want us to be rough with you?"

Yunho got a response in the form of a moan around Wooyoung's dick and a tightening around his own cock .

"Ok shit! Yunho you better start fucking her cause I can't hold back anymore."

Not caring to wait and see if his friend would follow his instructions, Wooyoung gripped the back of Y/N's head and started bucking his hips into her mouth. Garbled noises that were muffled by Wooyoung's intrusion were spilling forth out of her, which were further intensified in range when the male behind her likewise started moving.

"Oh shit! You're so tight, you feel amazing little lady." Yunho praised as he slammed his hips onto her ass, watching it smack against his skin and wiggle every time he pounded back into her.

Y/N whimpered when one of Yunho's hands snaked in between her thighs and began to rub circles around her clit, further boosting the feeling they were giving her. With one of them fucking her face and the other one ramming into her ass, she felt so full and stuffed to the brim and she absolutely loved it.

"You enjoying this honey? Are you enjoying as two older men use you as their fuck toy?" Wooyoung's question was met by a loud vibration of her whimpers around him, his cock twitching at the feeling.

"Of course she's enjoying it. She loves getting used and treated as nothing more than a cum bucket." Yunho groaned in a raspy voice. His fingers which were moving earnestly around her bundle of nerves moved to strike them, making their recipient shudder when more stinging slaps were placed on her mound.

Tears of pleasure were rolling down Y/N's eyes as she was being fucked past her limit by the older and dangerous criminals. Never in her life did she actually believe such men like them would fulfill one of her deepest fantasies, yet here she was, gurgling and swallowing around one huge dick while her ass was getting torn apart by an even bigger cock. Not to mention Yunho was making sure she'd be tipped over the edge again as he worked his fingers on her clit, alternating between rubbing harshly against it before slapping it once more. During one of these hard smacks, she began crying out as her body began spasming and bursting out in pleasure, her juices spilling out of her.

"Oh fuck! She's cumming already." Wooyoung's words were becoming more slurred as he felt his own high fast approaching.

"I know. I'm gonna cum-" Yunho grunted as he plunged himself faster in her, his low and deep moans mixing with Wooyoung's higher pitched ones as both men used their pretty dirty dancer to push themselves over the edge, their relentless pace only helping to elongate the orgasm the girl under them was having.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Pulling out with a hiss, Yunho wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped himself furiously until white spurts of cum were being plastered all over her ass cheeks. He didn't stop until he made sure to paint her butt with all the cum he had to give.

Meanwhile, Wooyoung held her head in place as he fucked his own cum down her throat.

"Swallow it all you dirty whore. I don't want you spilling out a single drop. Got it?" He ordered as he spilled his seed into her mouth, which Y/N promptly swallowed as he said to. She kept eye contact throughout the entire process of having him rut his hips against her face, his mouth agape and blurting out swear after swear as he emptied himself in her mouth.

A popping sound was made when he pulled out of her, saliva plastered all over her lips which were red and swollen after the rough treatment they were put through. Both men slumped down on the couch to catch their breath and collect their senses. Yunho was the first one to gain his energy back and began to look for something to clean up, luckily finding a few hand towels near the mini bar. Coming back over where the other two occupants were, he began wiping off the leftover cum on Y/N's ass.

"You doing ok babe?" Yunho wanted to make sure.

"I'm doing wonderful, thank you." She giggled when Yunho pressed a light slap on her ass at her response.

After making sure to clean up properly, Yunho and Wooyoung gathered their clothes and began dressing themselves again while the exotic dancer simply sat there and watched them, lip poked out in a pensive thought.

"Will I see you guys some other night?"

Yunho and Wooyoung looked back and forth between each other and at her.

"Do you wanna see us again?" Wooyoung asked, his hopes getting up.

Y/N smiled at him.

"Of course I do. Just be sure to bring condoms next time. I'd really love to feel you both destroy my pussy next time."

The men chuckled at her bold words.

"Oh baby, it'll be our pleasure."

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[tennessoui]

50 but its Obi-Wan tired and stressed going through a messy divorce who mets ray of sunshine Anakin ❤

This is basically the Prologue to the story of how Homeowner Obi-Wan Adopts Two Children and A Husband Without Realizing It

50. Going Through a Divorce (Divorced!Obi-Wan)

Buy a house, they had said. You have a wife. You should have a house, they had said. The market is in your favor right now, they had said. This area is nice. Good for kids if that’s something you’re thinking about. Buy a house.

No one ever told Obi-Wan what to do if your wife divorces you and moves out, but the house is legally in your name and the weight of the mortgage is slowly killing you because while you’re a great English professor, you don’t exactly get paid a commission for how many kids decide to take your class after looking at your chili pepper score on Rate My Professor.

Obi-Wan sits in his study with the windows shut and the door closed. It’s the only room in the house that doesn’t feel like something’s glaringly missing. Every other place held at least a few of Satine’s possessions, and if he leaves the shelter of this one final safe haven, he knows himself well enough to know that he’ll prod at all those little absences the way a tongue ghosts over the pit left by a lost tooth.

But this study has always been his, and it still feels like it now. And while the house is, arguably, also still his and has always been, it feels too big now. Too empty.

He is not enough for the house either, it seems.

Obi-Wan snorts at the thought and pours himself a drink. He’s getting maudlin in his old age. Sentimental. What he should be doing is thinking of the logistics going forward, although he knows few. How To Get Divorced was never something they taught in schools, nor something he had thought to be in his future.

How To Pick Up The Pieces of Your Shattered Heart had been a tough lesson to learn a year ago when his wife--ex-wife now--had broached the topic of separation. Separation, as if that wasn’t simply a long-drawn out end. She hadn’t taken that criticism lightly, nor should she have. Their ensuing fight had only ended when she had gasped wetly through her tears and told him, “See? Who are we anymore? I don’t want to fight anymore, Obi.”

To which Obi-Wan had said, of course, “Don’t call me that.” and Satine had left without another word. Given enough time to reflect upon her argument, he did find the logic in it. They’d married young and then changed in ways that couldn’t click together. Obi-Wan would have been fine with continuing to try to force them to work, but Satine had never been one to hate herself in that way.

The papers had come on a rainy day in October. The love had stayed on, unwelcome and bitter and agonizing in turn, well into April. Now it’s autumn again, and Obi-Wan has a house that’s too big for just him and no wife or partner or lover to fill its gaps.

There’s a loud ping of his phone that brings him out of his thoughts. It’s a message from Quinlan, just a link. Obi-Wan almost doesn’t click it, not in the mood for a funny video or in-depth but frightfully out-of-touch opinion on a recent movie. Then Quinlan texts again. I know you like your blondes fiery is all he says, and now Obi-Wan has to know.

He touches the link and it takes him to a posting on a website dedicated to finding roommates. The text loads slowly, probably because there’s a lot of it.

IN NEED OF ROOMMATE ASAP the title screams. Reflexively, Obi-Wan checks the time-stamp, but this was posted only a day ago. His heart warms at the idea of Quinlan checking this website trying to solve Obi-Wan’s problem of the mortgage for him.

Then he keeps reading.

Hi, I’m Anakin, 26, it reads. Working in tech right now--should make any sort of income required. Recently and unexpectedly kicked out of my place. Parent of two toddlers, but they’re angels (separately)! They are past the point of drawing on walls and they are potty-trained. Would be willing to put down a pet deposit but no pets, just the twins. Being evicted in the next five days so desperately need place. Twins’ mom could take twins while I move out and then move in but she can’t have them longer than a couple of weeks because of her job.

Also full disclosure, I have to move out because I “assaulted” my landlord! He was being a creep about my friend and touched her without her consent. I’m not actually a violent person and will not hit you! Just if you call my landlord for a tenant reference, he won’t be nice. He’ll be very, very biased.

Before twins can move in, I will need to run a background check on you as well just to make sure you’re not a creep (creeps DNI)

Let me know if you’re interested!

(Please give me a chance.)

There’s a couple of pictures at the bottom, just after the man’s phone number and email. One depicts a smiling, attractive man, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans with a young child on each hip. The next is a close-up of the kids in fancy clothing, probably to prove that they’re not messy. The girl is scowling at the camera while the boy is crying though, so the overall effect is ruined. Still, Obi-Wan finds iit endearing. The last picture is Anakin’s mugshot, the man in question looking decidedly which makes Obi-Wan snort. He appreciates the level of honesty and loyalty Anakin’s clearly showing.

But this is a lot.

Obi-Wan hasn’t started to look into the option of finding a roommate to lessen the burden of his mortgage payments. And to jump straight to a man with a violent past and his two small children?

His house would be absolute chaos. He and Satine had always kept an orderly space, one that featured long bouts of quietly enjoying the other’s company from opposite ends of the living room, but there would be no quiet with two children and what he’s positive is a very lively man.

But hadn’t he just been thinking that the house was too silent now? Too empty? It would be--

Well. It wouldn’t feel like his and Satine’s house anymore. It would be unrecognizable.

Somehow he’s jotting down the number before he even realizes what he’s doing. And then he’s putting it into his phone. And then it’s ringing.

“Hello?” A distinctly masculine voice says on the other side. Obi-Wan clears his throat, suddenly unsure of what to say.

“Hi, hello yes. I’m calling about the ad you posted online yesterday?”

“What about it?” Anakin asks slowly, sounding suspicious. Obi-Wan has to fight to roll his eyes. If he hadn’t already committed himself to following through on the worst idea he’s had in years, he’d hang up at the other man’s clear distrust. He wants to berate him that this is not how you sell yourself to potential homeowners, but that isn’t his place.

“My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi,” he says instead. “And I fear I may be your only hope.”

[heartbreakgrill]

Love Song; Corbyn Besson

description: yeah just some good ol’ friends to lovers 😋

Your face clenched up as the nurse swabbed your nose. The urge to sneeze came over when she tugged it out, and you quickly pulled up your mask. After a round of watery eyes and the oddest facial expression, the sneeze subsided.

“Thank you,” you told her, a laugh dancing at the edge of you tone.

Her eyes crinkled, showing the smile beneath her mask. “You’re welcome. It’ll just be a minute.”

You stood from the chair, plopping down beside Zach on the couch. He was playing on his phone, but looked up when he noticed your presence.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” He watched your hand rub at your nose over the mask.

“Uh, yeah,” you chuckled.

Zach went back to his phone and you unlocked your own, crossing a leg over the other. Soon, his name was called and he snapped off his mask. Negative.

Daniel replaced Zach in the seat beside you. You bid him hello and he said, “Hey. How are you today?”

“Was doing fine before I had to have a stick in my nose,” you giggled.

Daniel laughed as well. “Yeah, but whatever we have to do to get to celebrate.”

“New normal,” you nodded.

“Y/N!” The other nurse called out from her clipboard.

You flashed your eyebrows at Daniel and stood from the couch. Slipping your phone into your butt pocket, you walked over to the table.

“You are negative, my dear. We’re having everyone who has already been tested to stay in the kitchen.”

You took the packet of your information from the nurse, thanked them again, and joined Zach, Corbyn, and Christian in the kitchen. You slipped the pink mask in your jean jacket pocket as you took the empty bar stool next to Christian.

“Hey, guys,” you greeted.

Corbyn perked up at the sound of your voice, peaking up from his phone. He was directly across from you, leaning his chin against the ball of his palm. You glanced around at the boys, meeting his eyes over the top of his phone.

“Hey, Y/N, when did you get here?” Christian spoke, drawing your eyes away from Corbyn.

You cleared your throat and folded your hands in your lap. They were clammy now, budding heat throughout your face. His eyes.

“Like ten minutes ago. I said I was here in the group chat,” you reminded Christian.

He shrugged, “I don’t really pay attention.”

“Rip,” you laughed.

Zach and Christian went back to their conversation about the album, the only valid topic of interest for the night ahead.

You glanced back over at Corbyn, who had shifted so he could pretend like he hadn’t blushed at your presence. You sat there for a moment, contemplating saying anything at all. Ultimately you settled on tugging out your phone again.

You leaned on the counter, scrolling through people’s Instagram stories. You swiped past Why Don’t We’s shared page and fell on Corbyn’s. It was a selfie, one he took mere moments before you sat down. You flushed red, eyes gently lifting to take in how he looked right now.

His eyes.

You forced an awkward smile at the awkward eye contact, feeling...awkward.

You looked back down at your phone. It seems everyone of the boy’s friends and family members had posted about the album. Except you. You felt slightly guilty, voicing your concerns to the boys before you. Jonah and Daniel had since joined you guys in the kitchen, talking with Christian and Zach.

“No worries, Y/N. I mean, you’re here,” Jonah shrugged it off.

Zach added, “Yeah, but if you wanna post something go ahead.

“Why don’t we just take a selfie or something?” Daniel suggested, tipping his water bottle towards the phone in your hand.

“Oh, yeah. That’s good. I know it doesn’t matter, but I really want you guys to get number 1 on the charts,” you grinned sheepishly.

Jack appeared beside you, slinging on arm around your shoulder. You noticed Corbyn shift again, gulping and eyeing Jack’s arm.

“Oh, we will, Y/N, we will,” he winked at you.

You laughed loudly at his expression. “I believe in you, Jack Avery.”

He squeezed your shoulder. Everybody moved to stand around you, Corbyn ending up too far away. You tried to see where it was he was standing, just because you felt comfortable being able to see him, seeing you. But you couldn’t.

You were attempting to hold the phone out far enough to get everyone in frame, but your arm wasn’t long enough. Everybody laughed at your struggle. Jonah took the phone from you and angled it at the group. He snapped the photo and everyone dispersed.

Jonah ended up in the seat across from you, Zach next to him where he had been. Daniel, Jack, and Christian decided to start pouring drinks, since it was nearing 11 pm. Corbyn stood there for a minute, contemplating running off the edge of the world.

He settled in the seat beside you which drew your attention from your phone. You had been captioning the Instagram post, struggling to come up with something interesting.

“Hey, Corbyn,” you weakly smiled.

He smiled. “Hey.” His voice made your knees weak.

You flashed the screen at him, pushing down the red blush willing itself to paint your face. “What do you think I should caption it?”

“I don’t know,” he let out a breathy laugh, “uh, maybe a joke. Like, track 4 was written about me.”

You shared a laugh with him, happy nothing felt stuffed of weird energy for even a mere few minutes of conversation.

“That would be really funny, but probably cause some drama. How about, like, ‘dibs on Love Song?’ Because I genuinely feel like that ones gonna be so good.”

Corbyn gulped, “I wrote that one with Daniel.”

“Oh,” you breathed. “Then, I call it.”

Red cheeks all around.

You quickly posted it. Soon, the room was engulfed with music, the 3 singles the boys had released filling the air. There was a single camera on the band, standing around the kitchen island you had once been sitting at.

You stood to the side with Anna and Kay, a glass of champagne in your hand. You had since abandoned your Jean jacket, revealing the flowery, thin strapped corset that left your midrif out in the open. You felt really hot, be it because of the outfit, your sparse interactions with Corbyn, or the alcohol beginning to take hold of your bones.

See, there was something there with Corbyn, something nobody really even knew about. In fact, you didn’t even know if Corbyn himself remembered.

You had been good friends with the entire band since they moved to LA, attending concerts when you weren’t in school and hanging out constantly. Of course, as any pathetic pining story went, you’d been in love with Corbyn since you’d met him, but his heart had always belonged to Christina.

When you discovered they broke up, you felt elated for half a second. Then, he called you in tears.

“I know we’re not expectionally close, but I need somebody. The guys, they just don’t understand.l

Since that moment, you guys had been attached at the hip. Quarantine had been boring at first, terrifying, even. But, then you’d begun to spend every waking moment with Corbyn. You were the one who suggested he dye his hair black, had helped him do it. you’d gone with him when the tattoo shops opened again and helped him pick which one looked best. You’d helped them move into their new house, helped Corbyn decorate his new space. Hell, you’d even suggested a song lyric or two when laying on Corbyn’s bed, listening to him across the room on his guitar.

And then, on your birthday a few months ago, you had gotten exceptionally drunk to drown the sorrows of lusting after your best friend. When the clock struck midnight, Corbyn had already hauled down a taxi from the bar, slung your arm around his neck, cradling your waist as he tried to get you inside.

Out of nowhere, the sky began pouring buckets of rain. You fell against his chest, laughing hysterically at the ironically cliche moment. Corbyn somehow nuzzled his nose into your neck, giggling along with your drunken haze.

You pulled back gently, the closeness emitting a fierce confidence in your gut which enabled you to lean up and kiss him. He kissed you back, but when he remembered how drunk you were, he tugged away.

“I can’t do this,” he urged, but you mistook his respect for consent as rejection.

You mumbled, “But I’m in love with you.”

You didn’t remember for a few days after, what had happened that night. All you knew was you had woken up in Corbyn’s bed, his clothes on you, a headache in your head, and your dress soaking wet over the bathtub.

Then, a few days later, when you were perched on Corbyn’s bed, watching an episode of Big Mouth, he made a joke about how, “in love you are with,” him. Your eyes widened, breath hitched, and a memory pulled itself from your brain. You suddenly stood up, his arm dropping to the comforter since it had been around your shoulders.

You made some excuse about homework, though you both knew you had finished your finals the night prior. Since then, neither of you had really spoken at all.

You clenched the champagne glass between your fingers, turning them white from frustration. You felt a hand on your shoulder, turning towards Anna.

“Everything okay?” She glanced between your eyes, noticing the tears welled up there.

You sniffled and blinked the tears away. One dribbled down your cheek. You quickly wiped it away. Anna’s bottom lip jutted out in a pitiful expression and she pulled you into a hug. You wanted to collapse into her, sobbing your way through the album’s release. But, you squeezed your face shut and grabbed the composure that was running away from you.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you tugged back and set your glass on the table beside you. You quickly strode to the bathroom, shutting it behind you.

You wiped under your eyes with a wet cloth, salvaging your eye makeup. Your eyes were still red, though, red and pupils blown up in a sad countenance.

There was a knock on the door and you tensed up. Daniel’s voice came from the other side of the door, soft and sweet.

“Y/N? Can I come in?”

You already knew he had seen you crying on Anna, and probably watched you storm away as quietly as one could when they were this upset. You were taking him away from his night and that made you feel just horrible.

“Yeah,” your voice was weak.

Daniel gently opened the door. He didn’t try to hug you or tell it was going to be okay. Instead, he cradled your face in his head, pushing the hair back from your cheeks.

“I know. You don’t have to explain or try to push me away. I just know. All I can give is the fact that we wrote these songs about our lives. These songs are personal.”

You met his eyes, swimming in the undemanding answers he was laying in front of you. “What do you mean?”

He gave a warm smile, “Corbyn got really good at songwriting. Just listen.”

You hugged Daniel quickly before shutting off the light. He slung his arm around your shoulders, guiding you back to the kitchen. Everyone counted down for midnight and soon enough, the new songs were blasting through the kitchen.

You anticipated Love Song through the entirety of Be Myself, barely paying any attention to the song that you knew Daniel wrote exclusively by himself. Soon, Daniel’s voice was dancing through the speakers in an upbeat rhythm, singing the literal love song.

Right after, Corbyn’s voice came again.

“You came out of nowhere like a hurricane.”

You perked up, holding yourself together with your arms. Daniel caught your eyes and nodded firmly. Your eyes flickered across the room and met Corbyn‘s. He’d been watching you for a while, you settled. Though his band mates and friends were dancing around the kitchen, he was solemnly drinking his own champagne. His hair was damp from the bottle Jonah had cracked open at midnight.

“Pulled me in and kissed me in the rain. And I fell for you.”

Your breath caught in your throat. You found his eyes again, your face bright red. An overwhelming grin came over you. Corbyn smiled in response, a dry chuckle shaking his shoulders. He shook his head, finally relieved.

You set down your glass again, tapping Anna on the shoulder. “I’ll be back, k?”

She squeezed your shoulder again, still feeling sympathetic. You looked to Corbyn and nodded towards the back door.

You slipped outside, taking a seat on one of the pool chairs. It was dark outside, only the light from the kitchen washing through the glass sliding doors.

You heard the doors open and close again, looking up from your shoes. You stood up, breathing in deeply. Corbyn stopped in front of you, fingers squeezing each other.

You nervously smiled up at him. “So...” you ached, “so, um, I guess I really did call track 4.”

Corbyn laughed, his hands coming around to your back. He pushed you into his chest, yours going up around his neck.

“Yeah,” his face drew back, “and it was about you.”

You grinned, pursing your lips to try and push it down. But, you were tired of pushing it all down, so you let your lips widen before landing themselves on Corbyn’s.

“You could be the one, girl you’re driving me crazy.”

[canary3d-obsessed]

Restless Rewatch: Nirvana in Fire, Episode 04

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Warning! Spoilers for all 54 episodes!

Schemes in Progress:

Mu Nihuang’s Marriage//Martial Arts Competition: Mei Changsu has a foolproof plan for defeating the lead contender, Baili Qi, who is the only contender who can actually beat Nihuang to win her hand. His plan appears to involve having small children beat the mighty warrior. In fact his plan is way simpler and more delightful than that, but I’ll discuss the specifics in a later post. It’s politically important to defeat Baili Qi, not just personally, because he represents a potential enemy state. 

Mu Nihuang’s Marriage//Sima Lei: The Crown Prince and his mom, Consort Yue, want to force Nihuang to marry their dude Sima Lei. The plan is to use Roofie Wine on her. Consort Jing gets wind of this plan and gets a counter-plan rolling. 

Getting Tingsheng Out Of The Palace: Mei Changsu uses the anxiety caused by Baili Qi’s badassery to get the Emperor to agree to his ridiculous kid-training plan, and then makes sure Tingsheng, the secret son of the late Prince Qi, is one of the kids he gets to train. 

Put Jingyan on the Throne: This scheme gets rolling, with a general pattern of Mei Changsu & team doing whatever they can to sink the leading contenders for the throne, which gives Jingyan an opportunity to rise up. The leading contenders tend to cooperate in their own sinking because they are ruthlessly ambitious, and Mei Changsu designs his plans to take advantage of that. 

Banquet Battle

After thoroughly disarming and whomping Jingrui, Baili Qi finishes by flinging Jingrui’s sword into the floor right in front of him. 

Jingrui, who hoped to literally cripple Baili Qi in this fight, has the nerve to be affronted by this. 

(More behind the cut!)

Baili Qi shows his impeccable barbarian manners, giving the Emperor a nice gesture of respect that is presumably local to Northern Yan. Meanwhile, Mei Changsu and Nihuang are snarking quietly at their table like a couple of high schoolers.

Mei Changsu pretends to be embarrassed when the Emperor tells them to share their joke with the whole class, but of course it’s always a scheme, with him. 

He and Nihuang explain to everyone that they were just chatting about how Baili Qi is great and all, but that Mei Changsu could train some small amateur children to beat his bitch ass, given a couple of days to teach them to run in a circle. 

The emperor thinks this is a good plan, and gets right on board with it. 

This is not actually because the emperor is an idiot, however, although Prince Yu clearly thinks so. 

The emperor IS an idiot, but on this occasion I think he has correctly deduced that Mei Changsu has some kind of shady plan in mind, and he is 100% in favor of shady plans, if they work to his benefit. 

Consort Bestie

Jingyan’s mom Consort Jing is hanging out in the palace, and meets up with her girlfriend bestie, Imperial Concubine Hui. Historically, the Emperor’s collection of women was divided into ranks; how many ranks was different for different periods. In NIF, Consort Jing and I.C. Hua belong to the “outer palace” and the Empress and Consort Yue belong to the “inner palace” because they rank higher. The Empress likes to pick on  IC Hua, and has sent her to light a bunch of candles in a haunted palace.

Consort Jing goes with her because they are girlfriends besties, and because she is a consistently nice person who deserves all the good things in the world. Spoiler: Both of these women survive, they stay friends, things work out well for both of them and for their sons. Go ahead and root for them! 

Because the haunted palace belongs to the late Empress, mother of the Emperor and of Grand Princess Liyang, these BFFs are ideally placed to overhear some important scheming, involving some drugged wine that’s been sitting around in this part of the compound for like 30 years. 

They realize that someone is planning to sexually assault a woman by using this drugged wine, and Nihuang is the obvious candidate, since her marriage plans are all anyone’s talking about now. Consort Jing tells Concubine Hua to forget all about this and not get involved in palace drama, but she immediately gets to work intervening in the situation herself. 

Training 

Over at the Xie guesthouse, Mei Changsu is training the kiddies in a special sword formation designed to beat Baili Qi. They sure do have pretty sword forms for a bunch of kids who have never held a sword. Also, someone’s chalk skills are off the chain.

Mei Changsu tells Fe Liu that they have to be faster, so Fe Liu tells them “go faster” and they do, which is apparently the essence of learning martial arts. 

Mu Nihuang shows up and sees right through all of this, making it clear she needs a miracle to get her out of this unwanted marriage. Mei Changsu tells her that he’s got it covered. She says that she believes him, although she’s not sure why. 

Then they stand there gazing heatedly at each other, like you do when you are two random people who have never met until recently, and definitely have never gotten each other off even a little bit. 

Embroidery Flexing

Meanwhile, Consort Jing sets out to save Nihuang from the wine/marriage plot, through the power of embroidery. 

In order to do this she has to make embroidered scent sachets for the Dowager Empress, the Empress, the Grand Princess, and Consort Yue, which she does before going to bed for the night, apparently. Consort Jing kicks ass. 

She makes sure that the Dowager Empress, who is a sweetheart, will be pleased enough with her sachet that she will invite Consort Jing into the room, which will give her an opportunity to present the actually important sachet to Grand Princess Liyang. 

Communication was complicated, before cell phones. 

Once they’re alone, Consort Jing tells Grand Princess Liyang about the plot to force Nihuang to marry Sima Lei. She tells her in the most round-about, triggery way possible, because she needs Liyang to have a flashback, I guess? Otherwise we wouldn’t get to watch her own Mom drugging her to force her to marry Xie Yu. 

Thanks, Mom, I’d be happy to drink this cup of obvious poison. Mom is terrible but her crown is awesome. 

Anyway, once Liyang knows what’s up, she’s on board with team Save Nihuang From Having To Marry A Creep Like My Own Husband.

Clean-shaven Xie Yu: even creepier than regular Xie Yu and also very shiny. Beautiful costume, though. Why are they dressing the flashback villains so nicely? 

Side note: presumably Liyang and her mom didn’t know she was already pregnant when they brought Xie Yu into the mix? Because if they had known, she would probably have been fine with just, like, consenting to marry someone or other, to keep her reputation intact. Anyway it’s worth noting that this whole situation is about appearances, not about whether anyone is actually a literal virgin. 

The Laughing Prince

Jingyan comes for a visit to see how the training is going, and he and Mei Changsu have a sitdown. Mei Changsu tells him that he’s come to town to make sure that the two main contenders for the throne don’t get it, and that he’s going to work to make Jingyan the next emperor. 

Then they stand there gazing at each other, like strangers who definitely have never gotten each other off even a little bit. 

Then Jingyan laughs at him

Jingyan thinks it’s impossible that he would ever be emperor, but he’s happy to go along with Mei Changsu’s plans if it will keep his jerk brothers from winning. 

Building Team Jingyan

Late at night, Meng Zhi drops by to look at Tingsheng and say that he resembles Prince Qi, which he totally doesn’t, but Chinese dramas really don’t worry about casting people who resemble each other to play twins or whatever, so we can take Meng Zhi’s word for it. 

They talk about the Make-Prince-Jing-The-Emperor plan, with Meng Zhi wanting to help out, and Mei Changsu wanting to make sure that only his own hands get dirty with all the schemey stuff he’s planning. 

Hu Ge is really good at talking directly to the camera without looking into the lens. It’s a good technique for intense moments and because he doesn’t look straight into the lens, it doesn’t break the fourth wall. 

Building Team Nihuang

Liyang has spent the day trying to warn Nihuang about the roofie wine situation, but can’t reach her due to a lack of cell phones and/or embroidery skills. 

So she takes the daring step of going to Mei Changsu’s guest house--on her own dang property--which is such a high risk endeavor she has to wear a fancy cloak and cary a super obvious fancy lantern.  God forbid a woman walk around her own house at night.  Anyway, she’s able to pass the warning to Mei Changsu, and asks him to pass it to Nihuang. 

Of course that’s when her husband comes knocking, presumably looking for some affection--he actually is a nice husband who genuinely loves his wife, within the context of a society in which rape is perfectly fine, anyway. 

Her junior servants are freaked out, because visiting a man, even your own houseguest, alone at night is not perfectly fine, so if he catches her, they’re all dead, basically. But the elder servant tells them to chill and just watch how she handles it. 

She politely tells Xie Yu that his wife was reminded of their first date, and so maybe he should leave her and her feelings and her sharp hairpins and whatnot alone for a while. (I’m inferring the hairpins.) He looks slightly terrified and immediately withdraws.