#THE CHAINS THE CHOKER THE MAKEUP THE SMILE

[mvffinhamster]

i’m still thinking about this

AND THIS MAN

this fucking manwhore

this

this hot fucker

DOES THIS

crying sobbing ending myself

[archive-of-the-lost]

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮?)

Content: No pronouns, reader is referred to as "you", a lot of these are more fem (ex: makeup) though

𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢: Thigh-high boots. Thigh-high socks are appealing to him too, but boots have a more assertive air to them. If you ever wore them out, your legs will be the only thing he looks at the entire time.

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚: Eyeliner. He has an eye fetish, so eyeliner that defines your eyes will have him making eye contact 24/7. It's almost unnerving. He doesn't care what style, as long as it suits your eye shape.

𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢: Soft hoodie or sweater. It's so nice to hug you when you're wearing something soft, like cuddling up to a soft toy. If you don't push him away after a while, he'll try to fall asleep right on top of you.

𝐑𝐞𝐨: Blazer. He doesn't think much of blazers normally, but they look fantastic on you (simply because it's you). The way you look so suave and professional. It makes him want to take you to a work dinner, but as a date. Does that make sense?

𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢: Necklaces. Not so much the necklace itself, but really the part where he offers or you ask him to help you put the necklace on, and he gets a good view of your nape while he does it. He takes way longer than he should every time.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐮: Any black chunky shoes. Doc Martens, Mary Janes. Especially if they sound heavy. He'll be taking pictures of you and your shoes as you walk down the street like you're a model or something.

𝐒𝐚𝐞: Thin jewelry. Necklaces, bracelets, anklets. As long as it isn't eye catching, he'll paradoxically be drawn to staring at it. He likes messing with the chain, rubbing it in between his fingers or twisting it around his index finger if it's long enough.

𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫: Chokers, especially the ones that look like collars. It's hot. Before the both of you head out for your date, he likes to hook his finger under your choker and pull you closer, usually for a kiss. He gets the urge to do it in public too, but controls himself because he cares about his reputation.

𝐍𝐞𝐬𝐬: Glitter. Glitter eyeshadow, shimmer mist. Any makeup products like make you look like an ethereal fairy will have him staring at you in awe, as if you cast a spell on him. You can put it on him too, if you want. He'd be interested.

𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨: Any lip product. He likes a cute smile, so anything that highlights the lips is attractive to him. He's partial to more unusual shades like purple, black, blue and green. But any colour that suits your skin tone best looks great to him. He also finds braces endearing.

Note: It's been so long since I last posted fanfiction on tumblr. I'm kind of nervous.

[ddejavvu]

hi mei! i absolutely love your stories! you’re a really great writer 🥰

i was wondering if u’d be interested in doing a hotch drabble about him with a s/o who seems really intimidating but is actually really soft and sweet?

like maybe it’s her appearance that makes the team intimidated by her—edgy clothing and dark makeup and stuff—when she shows up to hang out with hotch on his lunch breaks. and she’s like ‘i feel like your team doesn’t like me :(‘ and he’s like ‘honey, they’re borderline scared of you’ but it’s fluffy.

if you don’t wanna that’s totally okay! i did a bad job explaining but i’m sure you’d do an amazing job :)

love ya!! hope ur having a good day

Aaron loves when you visit him at the office for lunch, but you don't look like you're in high spirits yourself. When you sit down its with a huff and a hiss of the chair accommodating your weight, only adding to your dramatics.

"This might be my career in profiling speaking," Aaron begins, his voice soft in case something is terribly wrong, "But something tells me you're not having a good day, sweetheart."

"You're good," You tease him, and he wishes you could laugh about it together, "Aaron, I think Doctor Reid is afraid of me."

Aaron has to bite his tongue not to laugh. Doctor Reid is afraid of buffets, he thinks, but it's not an abundance of germs that unnerves Spencer about you, it's- well, it's everything he knows about you.

"Honey," Aaron calls upon that sweet tone again, "He doesn't know you very well."

"You didn't deny it!" You groan, falling back into your chair and abandoning your soup on his desk, "I knew it. What did I do?"

Aaron looks into your eyes, black-lined and sharp. He watches you chew on your cheek, your black-stained lips moved by the nervous quirk. Below your tense jaw is a chain that rests against your neck, not a full choker but not loose, either. It nearly disappears into the hem of your jacket, black leather that falls over a rather graphic old band tee.

"It's not what you've done," Aaron explains tentatively, "It's probably- well, how you look."

Your nose scrunches, and Aaron marvels the fact that you seem to have forgotten your appearance, "How do I look?"

"Like a doberman pinscher in human form," Aaron bites off a corner of his sandwich, chewing it in lieu of pressing the matter further.

"I like dobermans." You supply weakly, "Why is he afraid of me?"

"You're just not what he's used to," Aaron sighs, swallowing his mouthful and leaning across the desk, hand outstretched, "He probably thinks you could dismember him with those nails."

You place your palm in Aaron's own, and he flips your hand around to showcase the rather impressively sharp acrylics you're sporting.

"And your boots are heavier than he is, I guarantee it," Aaron nods down at your thick-soled black boots, ones that give away your entrance from a mile away by the sound of their rubber hitting the ground.

"He's just..." Aaron searches for the right word, trying not to disparage you or Reid, "Skittish. You should talk to him, though, honey. He likes science, and literature, and Star Trek. Pick something from one of those categories, and I promise he'll never stop talking to you for the rest of your life."

You're mostly satisfied, but you let your hand rest in Aaron's for a moment longer, and he'd be a fool to drop it.

"Am I scary, Aaron?" You ask earnestly, and his smile is warm as he brings your hand to his mouth to kiss at your knuckles.

"Not to me. And not to anyone who knows you," He promises, "But... it is nice to not have to worry about carrying a gun when we go out together."

"Aaron!" You laugh, "I'm not a weapon!"

"You could be!" Aaron insists, tugging your hand over to his lunch and dragging your fingernail across his sandwich, "Here, honey, cut it for me, would you? They forgot to give us knives."

"Stop!" You insist, but your laughter gives you away as you turn back to your soup with burning cheeks, "Just you wait, Aaron. As soon as Penelope stops running whenever I enter a room, we're gonna talk shit about you for this."

[authorhjk1]

Was just wondering.. How would RV members react when reader, their bf, wants to fuck them in cosplay.. And which characters would each RV members cosplay for reader to fuck?

Irene

She wouldn't be a fan of it. At least not at first. Irene would carefully ask you, what you had in mind for her. After telling her, she would consider it. The next time you come over, Irene waits for you in her bedroom. You can't believe how gorgeous she looks. You were afraid she would say no. But now, a beautiful elf is sitting in front of you. She knows how much you love Lord of the Rings, so she gave it a shot. She can't help but smile at the way you eyes take in every detail. Her green robe is a little more revealing than it usually would be.

Seulgi

Seulgi would love the idea. She says yes immediately, already having something in mind. Growing up, Seulgi really liked Disney princesses, so this was her chance. When you come home one night, you are surprised when the apartment is only dimly lit. Soft, Arabic music plays in the background and you can smell spices Seulgi bought for only this occasion. You're surprised that she would be into this so much. When you finally see her, you're blown away. Seulgi is wearing loose, almost see through turquoise pants. The matching top shows off a deep cleavage, exposing her shoulders and her back as well. The whole outfit is sparkling and decorated with expensive looking stones. Catching a glimpse of her blue, sparkling thong, you have to admit that this isn't exactly the outfit you remember. But Seulgi looks gorgeous. Sexy. But the highlight is something you thought you would never see on her. Seulgi decided to use her earring to attach a small, golden chain to it, which connects it with another small ring in her nose. Most definitely a clip on. But Seulgi's interpretation of princess Jasmine was more than you could've ever imagined.

Wendy

Wendy would be cautious at first. Being very self aware, she would hesitate, wondering why you would bring this up. Is she too boring? Do you want to be with someone else?

After assuring her that this was just an idea and that you love her, no matter what her decision would be, Wendy slowly warms up to the idea. Actually, her idea was a little unconventional. She didn't decide on a movie character or a person from a TV show or anime or whatever. No. Wendy knows who your favorite idol is. After herself and Red Velvet of course.

You're very aware that you keep staring very inappropriately, when Wendy makes a point of dancing in front of you. You are still surprised she chose to impersonate Somi. At first, you didn't really get what she put on. A blonde wig, a white top and a black leather skirt.

But as soon as she put on one of Somi's songs and started to dance, you immediately knew what was going on.

Joy

Joy loved the idea as soon as the question left your mouth. And she already had something in mind. You were surprised at how much she seemed to be into it. And when you asked her what she was gonna do, she just gave you a cheeky smile, before directing the conversation into another direction.

Two days later, Joy stands in front of you, a baseball bat over her shoulder. She dyed her hair specifically for this occasion. The ends of her blonde pigtails end in pink on her right and blue on her left. The words "Daddy's little monster" we're imprinted on her white and red top. Joy's blue shorts might have just as well been panties. They didn't cover much more, completely exposing her legs and especially her thighs. The choker on her neck, her fake tattoos on her arms and her makeup made her look evil and crazy.

Yeri

Yeri was the one who came up with the idea. She promised herself that she would try it out, if she ever found out a boyfriend. Which is now you. You're not completely surprised, when you come home and see Yeri in her Hogwarts robe and a wand in her hand. She likes to put it on, when the two of you go on a Harry Potter marathon. Which happens way more than you'd like to admit.

But this time, Yeri is holding a book as well. It looks like it's a small notebook, but she glued a page on top of the cover, making it almost look like an actual book. You have to give her credit for trying. She plays around with her emerald green tie, reading the book, while pretending not to notice you. Stepping closer, you finally catch the title. "Love potions, lust increasing plants and forbidden spells" You decide to play along. You grab the book, making Yeri gasp as she looks up.

"Professor..."

Glancing at the page, you realize Yeri put quite a lot of effort into this. The page really looks like it's from a book about magic. It's about two spells. She probably made up the Latin words for them. But one seems to increase the lust and arousal of a person, while the other... You raise an eyebrow.

"Miss Kim. Would you like to explain yourself?"

You can tell how turned on Yeri already is.

"I'm sorry, sir."

She doesn't seem to be sorry at all.

"I already tried out the second one."

You read it again, still surprised by Yeri's lewd description of the spell.

"This spell makes your pussy the tightest in the world. Side effects: increased lust, more and stronger orgasms,... "

You stop reading and slam the book shut.

"I hope you can make up for all the house points you just lost, Miss Kim."

You grab her by the tie and pull her towards the bedroom.

[melluvsuu]

“ 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐖𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 .”

back to masterlist

character : dazai osamu

context : dazai falling for readers who’s gender-fluid (could be read as female or male reader)

authors notes : I thought about this like at 4 am with one of best friends and told my mootie patootie (@riiwrites ) and the forced me to writer at gunpoint /hj

warnings : ooc, implied bisexual dazai (literally the reason why I thought of this idea LMAO), gender neutral pronouns/no gender mentioned, probably not even proofread,, the more i write about it seems to lean into afab!reader,,, yosano mentioned, lmk if I missed any!

,, 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓. 𝜚

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈, you wouldn't think he'd short-circuit over the "smallest" change. you, the reader, identify as genderfluid. normally, you dress in a more masculine style, favouring suits and ties or sweatpants (if too lazy go dress up ‘formal casual’ and oversized shirts to hide your chest. however, after a hard-fought victory taking down yet another criminal organisation, the city decided to honour the agency with an invitation to a fancy party at city hall. the thought of dressing up for such a grand occasion made you excited, and you decided that embracing your feminine side for the evening wouldn't hurt.

a few days prior to the party, you and yosano went shopping together. she suggested the outing under the excuse of needing new clothes, but it was clear she just wanted to gossip. after hours of browsing, she picked out a simple dress—a simple yet elegant dark red gown with a daring slit up the side of the leg. to add an extra touch of style, she insisted you pair it with a black choker that contrasted beautifully with the dress. you, on the other hand chose a classic suit that hugged your body nicely, you chose to wear black heels (they only added like one inch to your height) and again for extra style you added a silver chain that went around your belt loops.

on the night of the party, you put on a little makeup, nothing much but enough to enchance your features. your hair, usually in a simple style, was styled elegantly to complement your look. as you glanced in the mirror, you felt a surge of confidence and anticipation.

arriving at the party, the atmosphere was electric. the chandeliers sparkled above, casting a warm glow over the room filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and soft music. your colleagues from the agency were scattered around, mingling and enjoying the celebration. you spotted dazai across the room, his usual playful smirk in place as he chatted with a group of people.

as you made your way over, his eyes landed on you, and for a moment, he seemed to freeze. His usually quick wit and smooth charm faltered, and you could see a flicker of surprise and admiration in his eyes. He approached you slowly, his usual cocky demeanour replaced with genuine awe.

“well, look who came all fancy,” he commented on your appearance, “trying to impress someone with those charms.”

“not really, unless a certain person is, then maybe i am.” you replied back with a simple smile and small fade of red on your face.

He just hummed as he looked away, seemingly flustered by your comment.

you couldn’t help but chuckle at this sight, the ‘dazai osamu’, the ever-confident flirt, rendered momentarily speechless by your sudden appearance. What a sight to see.

authors additional note : ending kind of sucks ass but it’s okay

word count : 474

reposts are welcome but do not steal my work!

[small-sinclair]

Can you do a story on how all the Sinclair brothers would react to a full goth reader. All black, chains, chokers, makeup,

All three boys will call you their little fruit bat. 🖤🖤🦇🦇

Bo: Confused

“Don’t you get hot with all ‘at black makeup an’ shit?” and “You look like a sexy vampire, darlin’.”

He doesn’t really understand whole goth thing, but he’s happy for you.

When it comes to spikes and chains, oh boy, he loves it! He knows how to put spikes on leather, so expect leather spiked jackets and gloves and clothing.

He makes you a chain with 5 small charms: a deer for Lester, an art palette for Vincent, a paw print for Jonesy, a truck for him, and a heart for you.

Vincent: Joins You

When I say he loves it, he loves it! He’ll actually go out with you to concerts, dressed like you, fully in love with you and the goth crowd because they’re more welcoming towards him.

He’ll design outfits, chains, help with your hair— he is in love.

He has a mask that has a lip ring, nose ring, and a cheek ring. Whenever he goes out to the music festivals, other goths think it’s sick and cool! It builds his confidence so much, too.

Vincent makes you chockers. Anything you want, he’ll make. And don’t think he won’t make matching ones!

Yes, you can paint his nails black.

Lester: Goes with It

PAINT HIS NAILS. HE WILL LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

Lester will take you and Vincent to concerts and wear rock shirts. He thinks you look so cool when you’re fully goth.

Yes, you can dress him in your outfits. He’ll love to match you.

Will make you jewelry out of bones. He just think a bird skull charm on your chocker would be beautiful on your neck.

If you need to test a makeup or a design, he’ll sit still and let you. It doesn’t matter to him because he loves making you happy and seeing you smile. Your his little fruit bat after all.

[daniels-swagger]

Try On Feminine (Danny Wagner x Reader) Part 2

Author's note: part 2 of my fluffy danny fic, inspired by juna by clairo! This one is inspired by the infamous corset danny picture... and the encouragement of @musicislove3389 and @woyayaofdreams

This one get pretty smutty at the end 🤭 the ending for this one is so bad I'm sorry to end it where I did but... I PROMISE I'LL DO A PART THREE SOMEDAY, YA SLUTS!!!

Wordcount: a little less than 1k

Warnings: smut! 18+ minors dni!!! Crossdressing Danny, boyfriend Danny, use of pet names "baby" and "angel", kissing, touching, general horniness, starts very fluffy but gets spicy at the end...

Summary: You help danny pick out an outfit to match his makeup. He "tries on feminine", and it ends up affecting you more than you thought...

Under the cut :)

You stood back and admired Danny, his face meticulously painted with makeup. As you surveyed your work, your mind wandered to an outfit that would perfectly complement the look. After all the time spent beautifying his face, he trusted you to choose his attire as well.

"This might be a long shot, but... do you still have that corset?" A sly grin spread across your face. "You know, the pink one?" Danny’s eyebrows shot up at your suggestion as he smirked.

"Yes, I know the one..." He paused, trying to recall if it was still tucked away somewhere. "Let me check the closet, angel."

As Danny rummaged through the closet, you began tidying up your vanity. He soon returned, holding the corset and one of your skirts. "I thought this might go well with it... this skirt is a bit big on you, isn’t it?" His grin mirrored yours.

"It would look much better on you than it ever did on me." He slipped off his pajama pants and pulled on the skirt, the elastic waistband fitting just right. The skirt was long and black, adorned with tiny pink flowers scattered across the rayon fabric. "Let’s do the jewelry first; it’ll be easier to save the torture device for last." You giggled as you held the corset, and he laughed along with you.

"I like the way you think, angel." He kissed the top of your forehead tenderly, then gently wiped away the mark with his thumb. You made your way to your jewelry drawer, selecting various pink bracelets, necklaces, and earrings. Once you had everything, you laid it out on the vanity.

"We’ve got options here... we could go with silver or gold, both with pink accents to match the outfit." He ran his fingers over the beads and chains.

"Hmmm... I really like this one. It matches those earrings, doesn’t it?" He picked up a pink beaded necklace with a rose charm, along with the matching rose earrings.

"Oh, that’s going to look stunning on you..." He smiled at you, making your heart swell. You kissed the bridge of his nose, eliciting a soft giggle from him. You layered the necklace on him, adding a simple black choker and his symbol necklace—the one that matched his tattoo and never left his neck. He helped you switch out his usual small hoops for the dangly rose earrings. You added beaded bracelets to his wrists, completing the look.

"Hmmm... Oh! And rings! Let’s see what you’ve got... I doubt mine will fit you." He headed over to his dresser, selecting a few silver rings and slipping them onto his fingers. You stepped back, admiring the overall ensemble.

"I'm going to look so pretty," he said, excitement gleaming in his eyes. You could tell he was thoroughly enjoying this princess treatment.

"Danny... you’re already pretty... every single day." You moved closer, draping your arms over his shoulders and pulling him in as he wrapped his arm around your waist. The two of you exchanged loving smiles as he caressed your cheek. You placed a tender kiss on his jawline, making him giggle. Then, you pulled away to grab the corset.

"The time has come," you declared playfully, unlacing the back. Danny exaggerated a deep breath, pretending to brace himself, making you giggle. You slipped the corset over his head and adjusted it snugly around him.

"Alright... suck in!" He inhaled deeply, and you tightened the laces at the back. "Just a bit more!" You tied the laces securely. "Finally, you can breathe again." He exhaled, chuckling with you. "Wait... I think we need to call missing persons..." you said, feigning concern. Danny’s face grew comically worried.

"Baby, why?"

"Because... I hate to tell you this, but... I can’t find your waist!" He burst into laughter, and you placed your hands on his hips. "Honestly, though, you’re snatched." He beamed at you with a wide grin, striking a playful pose.

"This is actually kind of turning me on..." you teased, though it was more truth than jest.

"Yeah? You think I make a sexy lady?" he asked in a sultry tone, pulling you close by the waist. The gesture made you blush as you gazed up at him.

"You really do, Daniel..." You bit your lip, admiring him. It was true—he looked incredibly sexy. The way his small patch of chest hair peeked out from behind the corset, the way his strong arms and broad shoulders contrasted with the delicate lace, it all stirred something within you. He cupped your cheek, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip before leaning in to kiss you. You returned the kiss with equal passion, your lips and tongues moving together in perfect harmony. You whimpered softly into his mouth, your hands finding their way into his dark curls, tugging gently. Danny groaned in response, deepening the kiss. When you finally pulled away, he chuckled at the sight of his lipstick smudged across your lips. You gazed up at him with wide eyes and a smile. He pulled you in even closer, and you could feel him growing harder beneath the skirt. You whimpered softly at the sensation, and he looked down at you with a knowing smirk. Leaning down to your ear, he whispered in a low, seductive tone.

"I may look like a pretty lady, but I’m going to fuck you like a man." His words made you shiver with anticipation, and you pulled him closer in silent plea. You whispered back, grinning against his neck.

"Is that a promise?"

[tj-dragonblade]

Pleasure Little Treasure sounds like something I might be interested in 👀

Mmyes, possibly you might recall this one from almost a year ago on the server, the panties-and-piercings-and-jewelry pwp. I've settled on Pleasure Little Treasure as the title, after a Depeche Mode song, and I'm debating (or, Call Me a Pirate the Way I'm Plundering That Booty) as a parenthetical add-on. It fits, but it also implies more comedy than this entails. It's just 100% unfiltered staight-up smut. It's been back-burnered forever but blowing the dust off for this ask has been very productive; here's the freshly-drafted opening:

"Dream! Hello—oh. Oh, sweet christ I. Oh. Hi—" Hob is sat at his kitchen table and extremely grateful for it, because the combination of misfiring synapses and blood rushing south has his knees giving out as he tries to rise. He falls back to his seat, staring. "Hello, Hob." Dream sways closer on designer heels, wearing so much and yet so little, and Hob feels a bit light-headed taking it all in. The tiara is good, a good place to start. It's silver and intricate and delicate, like sparkling lace in the untamed wilds of his hair, rubies and black diamonds encrusting its swooping filigree whorls. His ears are decked in matching studs and little black metal loops scattered along the outer edge, teardrop rubies dangling from silver-set black pearls adorning either lobe. He's got makeup on, smoky silvery-black eyeshadow, black liner, black lipstick; he's fucking gorgeous, and he knows it, but that's just the beginning. His arms are sleeved from bicep to wrist in black lace that keeps going across the backs of his hands to hook over his middle fingers. There are rings on some of his fingers as well, tasteful silver-wrought and burnished black things with rubies set in low profile; his nails are slightly longer than usual, perfectly shaped and polished a glossy glittery black. Four or five necklaces of varying length hang over his chest—a string of black pearls, bright and dark silver chains with rubies and black diamonds scattered along their length, a black lace-and-velvet choker above them all with a sizeable teardrop ruby dangling from it to nestle in the hollow of his throat. His nipples are pierced.

His navel is, too; Hob can't see all the details quite yet but there are teardrop rubies at all three points, and he can't wait to get a closer look. Dream turns, smiling over his shoulder, giving Hob a view of his pale naked back and inevitably drawing Hob's attention to his arse. It's wrapped in black lace cheeky panties, the lower curves left beautifully, teasingly exposed, the shape perfectly enhanced by the height of his heels. He completes the turn with a switch of his hips that accentuates the bulge of his cock beneath the lace, sashays closer; Hob takes in the long lines of his legs in their jewel-and-lace-topped sheer silk stockings (black, of course), the elegant glossy black heels with the red soles and zippers down the back—he's no fashionista, can't remember designer names for anything but he's seen enough to know these are high-end haute couture, and he honestly expects nothing less from Dream. The whole ensemble is a feast for the eyes, and his mouth is watering as Dream straddles his lap and settles himself comfortably, arms draped over Hob's shoulders. Hob is struggling for words, honestly. "Hi," he manages, repeating himself. "What's this, then?"

Here are Dream's shoes, for the record, except his are shiny patent leather glossy:

And if you've made it through all that detailed description? You deserve a bit of the actual smut too, also freshly drafted. (Did I mention I've been productive on this?) Please imagine: Hob is sitting in a chair like this one and Dream's kneeling on the armrests so he's splayed open over Hob's lap:

"Hob—Hob—!" He is sobbing the name, trembling above Hob, shaking with need; Hob kisses the drool from his slack and quivering ebony lip, fingers his prostate at the same lovingly measured pace he's used for the past thirty minutes. "Shh, dove, I've got you. I've got you. Just let yourself feel—" he presses expertly, rubs a slow firm circle and Dream chokes out a gasping cry, more pre-come dripping slowly from around the piercing, through the lace of his panties "—and I promise, I'll get you there." He's so beautiful, like this, coming apart on Hob's fingers, trusting Hob with his pleasure, allowing Hob this time-honored vulnerability and Hob loves him, fiercely. He drags his lips up the line of Dream's throat past the velvet choker, guides Dream's head until he can claim the wet black-and-pink of his mouth, plunder it ardently with his tongue while steadying the play of his fingertips against Dream's prostate. He draws it out another five minutes, utterly enthralled and helplessly addicted to having Dream quaking on the edge above him like this. It is heady and intoxicating; he twists his fingers just so, a sweet caress, and shivers at the sound Dream makes. "Hob—please—" His narrow chest is heaving under the glittering strings of jewels that adorn him; his eyes are wet with the intensity of his pleasure, makeup smudging at their corners. His fingers with their glossy black nails clench and unclench in the shoulders of Hob's shirt and his ebony mouth trembles as he tries to speak. "Please—I cannot—this body, you drive me to madness—Hob, please—!" And Hob. He loves this, yes, but he will not push it to the point of cruelty and so finally, finally, he drives his fingers harder against that beautiful spot within his beautiful Dream, moves them faster; he watches, mesmerized, as Dream is swept into the swiftly-rising tide of orgasm. Dream warbles a keening moan as it begins to overtake him, his lace-clad arms braced stiff on Hob's shoulders, hips squirming low in the space above Hob's lap, greedy for the deep press of Hob's fingers. He's panting breathless sobs with each quickening stroke, bearing down on Hob's hand, trembling all over; Hob reaches up, tugs gently at the teardrop ruby dangling prettily from one stiff rosy nipple, and that's it.

(You can find a few little bits more to this in the wip tag if interested)

[nightmarexdove]

🥀Wesker with goth! s/o headcanons🥀

Note: These are just some personal headcanons of mine, apologies if anything is out of character </3

♡ I feel like Wesker would be intrigued by the very dark and elegant way you dressed and presented yourself, I feel like he'd definetly find a kick out of matching outfits with you. Weather you be into trad goth, mall goth, Gothic lolita- he'd eye every detail of your makeup, accessories and articles of clothing when you wouldn't notice and use those details in his own outfits

♡If he was to be working, weather in his office or his lab- I think if you were to play your favorite bands/artists he'd enjoy it, especially bands like the smiths, siouxie and the Banshees and twin tribes. Who knows? Maybe if you liked to dance to your music, he'd join you! Maybe you can teach that old man a thing or two

♡Of course first meeting you, he'd keep his distance. Tho the way you presented yourself in those elaborate patterns and chain belts and spikey chokers and exaggerated style of hair and makeup I think would make him feel at ease, finding someone with a similar vibe as his own would definetly be easier for both of you to get along. (I mean- cmon. Have you seen his fit in re5?)

♡Wesker at some point I think would grow to think of you as a important figure in his day to day life, your interests would soon become his own I think. If you liked to read horror books, or dark poetry he'd dive into that genre as well; same with movies if you liked horror/old slasher films- He'd find time out of his busy schedule to watch one with you out of his own genuine interest.

♡He'd definetly find it adorable seeing you wear platform boots, if you were short; He'd find it almost adorable seeing you a good couple inches taller but still not necessarily his height. And if you were already tall; he'd admire the way in which you towered him with confidence, and if you weren't necessarily the most confident individual and more timid- he'd always shower you in quiet whispers of admiration decorating your neck in little kisses if that's something you would like.

♡Besides "dearheart" I definetly see wesker nicknaming you his "darling rose" "baby bat" "little reaper" <3

♡ another headcanon I have is wesker would definetly (but of course with hesitance) let you decorate your shared bedroom with him in whatever decor you like, if you wanted everything crimson red and black. Then crimson red and black it shall be, if you wanted creepy old Renaissance art plastered everywhere or band posters hanging on the walls; He will not bat an eye or say a word. Instead giving you his platinum credit card and let you go wild however you wished, he will deal with whatever debt comes his way if it meant you feeling comfortable and seeing that big smile on your face.

Same thing goes with clothing, you see a nice dress/suit? You'll have it in a handful of days. Want insanely expensive nails that look like claws? No need to ask him twice because he's personally choosing and taking you to the best nail salon money can buy.

[cinnaminyoons]

KISS OR KILL !!

!!   pjm x m!reader

!!   wc | 4.0k

!!   tags | murder, attempted murder, guns, poison, heavily suggestive

[ event masterlist ]

assassins after the same target

the ex’s ex

“close the door.”

“love, for you, is terrifying. it’s like a religion. no one will ever want to sleep with you.”

“tell me again how you’ll love me.”

a beautiful man raises names to his face the same way he lifts jewels and gold to his ears. something simple, he hums, setting down a silver earring with a teardrop-shaped pearl. the hotel's bathroom mirror blinks back at him under cold white lights, lovely and sweet-faced with pale hair and pink lips.

he leans in, turning a card of diamond studs this way and that. he purses his lips. he nods, slipping them on. a silver chain cuffs his earlobe to the shell of his ear, and he giggles softly to himself as he moves on to the other ear. diamonds and silver look good with his hair.

he opens a turquoise box, brushing his fingers gently over its smooth surface. nestled amongst white tissue paper and foam are two statement bulgari pieces – because he, whoever he chooses to be, deserves nothing less. he tucks the wave-motif choker around his neck, close against his swan-like throat, and he places the second beneath it. he fingers the round pendant, settling it below his collarbones, and tugs the collar of his shirt down to show it off.

the glittering diamonds and metals hang heavier than their material weight, but he holds his head high, his shoulders set straight and regal. he glances over his figure, slender waist highlighted by high-waisted trousers, and he touches up his makeup once more before slipping a black cross-body bag on his hip. in it, he carries all his necessities – pocket mirror, pack of tissues, his prettiest shade of lipstick, and the night's greatest finish.

he chooses a new identity as he wafts down the steps to the foyer, outside of which waits his sleek black ride. he meets his chauffeur's gaze as he slides inside.

park jimin. he has never heard a prettier name.

—

he's been here before. he's been under this very chandelier, sitting across from someone he would have done anything for, before.

but that was aeons ago. that was before jimin's love was used like a tool in a ploy beyond him, doing whatever was asked of him like a good pup. he put aside all of himself, shredding everything that he was, to chase affection and attention that he needed like air.

once, he knew nothing of pain. now it is all that survives.

he smiles. he laughs. he flutters his lashes and plays up the desperation, the desire, to have adoration on him once more. he's venus, he's sundew, he's the cobra lily rearing its head. touching fingers and brief glances ending in smiles – his meal falls into his hands, lapping up his sweetness.

"crab-stuffed filet mignon and duck confit."

jimin lifts his eyes. he knows intimately what beauty is, and the waiter is it. he knows what danger is, and the waiter is it.

the waiter smiles, charming and handsome, and places the plates down in front of them. he lifts his gaze to jimin's and he stills, his smile bleeding away.

predators know when they are challenged.

linking his fingers on the white tablecloth, jimin hums and leans in, inspecting the dishes with great interest. "looks wonderful. thank you."

the waiter recomposes himself, folding an arm neatly in front of him. he bows his head and takes his leave, each step oozing the same flavour of flawless imitation as jimin's. jimin eyes his target, tearing into the silky duck confit with greasy fingers, even in this ritzy restaurant. his gaze flickers around the large room, taking in the sheer drapes and romantic gold highlights falling across its patrons.

he floats his fingers over a selection of knives and chooses one. he slides his thumb over the serrated edge as he casts his gaze over the room for one set of teeth, all too perfect.

he's looking at him when jimin finds him. he refills a couple's wine glasses, and the sheen of the glossy red liquid seems thicker than usual in his capable hands. he smiles, eyes dark and hollow, and whisks the bottle away with an elegant flair.

duck legs tumble to the floor from loosening fingers. a thump of a body, a ravishing jerking terror. foam at the corners of the mouth, screams falling from too many lips.

jimin stands quietly. the dazzling waiter, all magnificent smiles and gentle words, stares back; his lip curls with satisfaction, and he vanishes behind the crowds as they gather anxiously around the twitching body.

simmering fury grows to a forest fire as jimin runs his fingers over his bag and the pretty steel within. he almost forgets his face – a wavering cry, a covered mouth, a stricken expression as he stumbles away.

park jimin races into the alleyway behind the restaurant and slams the waiter into the brick wall, pressing the cold tip of his pistol into his temple.

the man laughs, breathless and knee-weakening, and grabs jimin's hips, tugging him into his warm body.

"beautiful, wasn't it?" he breathes, eyes glittering even as jimin presses his forearm harder into his throat.

"poison is a coward's game," he hisses, and their breath mingles in the cooling evening air.

"but you can't deny its artistry," he purrs, eyes half-lidded and inviting. "guns are ugly things. so impersonal. a twitch of the finger, a death at your hands. but poison, as you call it? there is an intimacy to creating a single dose, so perfectly measured for weight, for tolerance, for size. too much and it is an unsightly end – lots of guts and stomach acid and retching. too little and all you get is a funny expression. no fun at all."

"you took what's mine." anger flares in his belly. "you ruined it! ruined me!"

"yours? oh, i'm so sorry." you smile. jimin's breath hitches. you lean in slowly, eyes flickering over his features. "i'll help you, gorgeous, as penance. i promise that i didn't know anyone else with a vendetta tonight, and i'm not one to enjoy stealing the spotlight. i'll be yours – if you'll have me."

jimin trails the barrel of his pistol down the side of your face, slipping into the dip beneath your jaw. you tilt your head with a hum and your grip tightens.

"and why would i let you anywhere near me?" he whispers, placing his finger on the trigger.

"because you and i would make a beautiful team. your skills, my expertise – our combined looks." you chuckle as jimin scoffs. "i love the look in your eyes. keep prodding me with that thing and i might do something awfully indecent, pretty boy."

jimin's eyes flicker over your features, sizing you up. you smile. he lowers the gun, but his arm remains hard against your neck.

"so," you say, unbothered by the discomfort against your adam's apple. "what was your plan? blowing brains out in a full restaurant is a bold move."

"i'm very good at getting people into my bedroom," he says nonchalantly. his eyes narrow. "and it was going perfectly – until you barged in and tore it all to pieces. i should kill you for your insolence."

you tilt your head. your gaze burns like hellfire, but somehow, he can't help but lean into it, drawing his fingers through the flames.

"what are you?" you ask, innocently enough. "if we are to work together – if i am to work for you – it would be... beneficial to know your speciality."

he looks you up and down. he answers finally, "i'm a hired gun. i have to survive in this economy somehow, and there's always a niche to be filled regarding sudden death and disappearance."

he wonders briefly why he's still speaking to you. your brains should be splattered on the bricks, but he can't help but open his mouth when you look at him like a lover might.

he tilts his head up. "and you?"

"same general idea," you reply pleasantly. "but this was personal. for you, as well. am i correct?"

"you could say that." he pauses, a calculating frigidity in his gaze. "what would you do for me, as 'penance'?"

"whatever you wish. i can take jobs for you – the ones you aren't so keen on. you will get the majority of the payment: sixty-forty."

"eighty-twenty," he shoots back. you nod with that smile, and his heart throbs. "so, what – you're my lapdog? for how long would this arrangement last?"

"that's up to you, of course. three months?"

"six."

"deal." your gaze flickers down to his lips. "that's a lovely colour on you. complements your eyes."

he clicks his tongue. if he hadn't blown his last paycheck on this chase halfway around the world, you'd have a bullet in your skull three times over by now. but his wallet wasn't bottomless, and his name was nothing without his ex's – especially if he was starting with a clean slate as park jimin.

he shoves you away. you straighten your tie and smooth down your black vest. he watches like a hawk. "try anything funny and you won't get three steps."

you spread your hands in a gesture of peace. "how could i betray a face like yours? i'd sooner cut off my shooting arm."

he slips his gun into his bag, bucking the flap tight. he jerks his head towards the end of the alley where his ride waits. "get in, killer. i've got something in mind for you."

—

over the next month, jimin learns you like the backs of his eyelids. you are quick. you are efficient. and you are deadly silent.

"you look good in red."

he whips around – his tense shoulders drop when he notices you, sprawled lazily on his couch with his pistol in your loose grip. he rolls his eyes and closes the fridge door, popping open a bottle of wine. "keep sitting in the dark like that and you'll ruin your eyes. when did you arrive?"

"a couple hours ago," you say. he feels your gaze boring into the back of his head as he turns to find himself a glass. "your pay's in your room. i took the liberty of taking my share – i hope you don't mind."

he sighs and lifts the glass to his lips. "what are you doing here, killer? i gave you three contracts. even for you, that's at least two weeks' worth."

"i wanted to be with you again, shrike. is that such a crime?" you place your hand around the back of his neck, and he doesn't flinch, even if he can barely feel your presence. you're like a ghost – a cold spot, a radiator that never works. he turns, leaning back against the marble counter, and crosses his arms.

"you should've enjoyed your time in japan," he sighs. "it's early spring. the cherry blossoms should be blooming."

you brush cold fingers against his cheek, tilting his chin up to meet your gaze. "no blossom could rival the sight of you." you tilt your head like a puppy, and jimin purses his lips. you try to wriggle your way back into his good graces. "i cleaned your armoury. your little pistol is very cute."

with another sigh, he prods you aside and places his empty glass by the sink. "it fits well in my hand. look, there's a two-man job i've accepted, and it's a black-tie event. do you have a suit that fits?"

you hum softly, a light frown creasing your brow. "i have... parts. i don't have a jacket with silk lapels anymore – i couldn't save it from the bastard's knives. when is this event?"

"two days from now. bit of a rush, i admit, but my contact doesn't trust anyone else to get it done."

"i'll be ready by this time tomorrow, little shrike."

—

you take jimin's hand, helping him from the sleek black car. "stunning as always, my dear."

he rolls his eyes. "you've said that a thousand times."

"doesn't make it any less true." you fall in line behind him, quietening as jimin offers two white envelopes to the man at the bright mansion's door. after opening them and scanning their contents, he nods, stepping aside. "welcome, messrs park. mrs priestly is honoured to have you."

the foyer is as grand as the façade, with a huge diamond chandelier between two curving, seductive marble staircases. jimin navigates the cliques of the rich with ease, a permanently polite smile engraved over his features.

"messrs?" you murmur in his ear with a touch of humour. "you should've told me we were married. i would've matched my cufflinks to your necklaces."

"don't be fucking ridiculous," he says peacefully. "we're brothers. long-lost, estranged, together for dad's funeral, whatever you like. it shouldn't matter."

"shouldn't matter – jimin, i'm hurt. are we not here to work together?"

he plucks a bubbling glass of champagne from a passing busser's tray. "i do the seducing. you do the ending. do you have it?"

"no."

his head whips sharply towards you.

you tut. "i had a colleague drop it off for me. every doorway in this mansion is fitted with a metal detector. after we've said our greetings and pleasantries, i'll retrieve it. such a shame, though – a man like this should see his end coming. he deserves it."

"you say that about every mark."

"this one more than usual," you amend. you pluck the flute out of his hand before he can take another sip and his mouth opens to protest. "clear heads wield the steadiest swords, jimin."

he watches you vanish into the crowds with crossed arms, a put-off pout pursing his lips. he turns away, fingers fluttering over his diamond necklaces.

clear heads... yes. it is better if you are not around to distract him with your gracious smile and well-fitted suit.

two hours later, jimin giggles at a foreign dignitary's terrible jokes. they aren't terrible like yours are, where an uncontrollable smirk spreads on his lips and he shakes his head in disbelief – they're terrible in terms of taste.

he does not want to hear another joke about women anytime soon. he can't help but feel rather relieved that no one else will have to force smiles around the mark.

out of the corner of his eye, a shadow flashes by. showtime.

jimin plays up the charm, the sly bitten smiles and rosy bedroom eyes taking the mark to bed. there's play, there's touching, and the mark takes off his shirt.

jimin pretends that he likes what he sees, but the skin's too clean, too purely aesthetic. while their target was generically attractive, a californian blond-and-blue-eyes, he was too... made up. whitened teeth, rigorous diets, a thousand-and-ten beautification products and almost-invisible needle scars. jimin doubts he could leap a fence without worrying about breaking a perfectly-manicured nail – that is, if he can make it over in the first place.

"close the door," jimin whispers, pressing his lips to the place beneath his ear. he curls his fingers in dirty-blond locks, almost petting them. "wouldn't want anyone seeing what i'll do to you."

he smiles with excitement gleaming in his eyes and rushes to do so, his tie hanging loose around his neck. it's obvious he's rather green, not yet completely grown into his pretty american beauty – or, at least, he's green with men. 

"nobody saw us come in here, right?" the mark asks, moving over jimin's lap.

jimin smiles, empty and wrong. "no one saw."

his brain splatters the floor.

jimin turns his face away in distaste, hot blood dotting his cheek. he pushes the body off before it dirties his clothes. it thumps to the bed, its face lax, and the seeping red dyes its blond hair.

"you couldn't have waited until i was out of the splash zone?" he complains, standing and fixing his clothes. "do you at least have something i can clean myself up with?"

you pluck the dead mark's jacket from its spot over a chair and tug out the white pocket square. you offer it with a smile.

he gazes at you for a long moment, unimpressed. he takes it with a roll of his eyes, stepping past you. "great. let's go – the balcony's open."

"lead the way, my dove."

—

the slow grind of steel on steel flakes in the warm air. jimin's brow furrows and he buries his face in his pillow, sliding his arms beneath it. he cracks an eye open – sitting on the side of the bed in nothing but a pair of briefs is an overly-familiar figure, muscle shifting under skin with each drag of steel.

"god," jimin drawls, "do you have to do this here?"

the grinding stops.

"yes."

the grinding begins again.

jimin huffs and grabs the pillow next to him. the scent of your shampoo is dangerously relaxing, and he purses his lips.

he chucks the pillow at your head. it thumps onto the floor, and you glance over your bare shoulder with a smirk as you lean down to grab it and toss it back onto the bed.

"someone's in a sour mood."

"because you're sharpening a knife in my bedroom when i'm trying to sleep," he grouches, sitting up with a wince. he doesn't think your relationship is very professional anymore – not when he falls into bed with you every other night. "you couldn't have left it until tomorrow?"

"tomorrow is our six months," you reply, turning the knife over in your grasp. you twirl it over your knuckles like a pen. "i can't sleep."

jimin sighs and shuffles closer, pressing his cheek to your shoulder blade. the warmth hums – not like a neon sign, but like a bonfire. "most men would be awfully sleepy after a night with me, killer."

your chest echoes with a chuckle. "maybe you're not as good as you think you are."

in an instant, your hand is empty, and the blade presses below your voice box. he angles the tip into it with a tilt of his head, eyes wide.

"i almost killed you," he whispers wondrously. he lowers the blade, bringing it closer to his face, and squints at it, tossing it in his palm. "it feels... invisible."

"you weren't supposed to see it yet," you say worriedly as a trickle of blood runs down your throat. "it's not finished."

jimin twists away from you, falling back onto the pillows with a soft thump and a giggle as you grasp at air. "i want to see this. did you make this for me, killer? sentimental, much?"

"give it back."

"no."

"give it."

jimin grins and rolls onto his side as you reach over him, grabbing your shoulder to yank you down over him. he's surprisingly strong for one so slight, but neither of you put much effort into it. jimin flips the blade over, letting the silky pattern of watered steel catch the light, dazzling as jewels. it sparks in his eyes, turning his irises into liquid gold for half a moment. he drops the blade with his wrist and you remember how to breathe again.

he glances up at you from the corner of his eye. "is that real pink diamond in the handle?"

you make an offended noise from the back of your throat. "who do you think i am? of course it's real."

with a soft hum, jimin snaps the blade shut, folding it neatly into an ebony handle. he shifts onto his back and swipes his front knuckle over the front of your throat. blood beads again along the same trail and jimin pouts.

"i didn't mean to do that," he sulks.

"i rather liked it," you murmur, and jimin's plush lips part. your gaze snaps down to them instinctively, and they curve up into a tiny smirk. "a sort of christening. may you kill many deserving bastards with it."

jimin presses the soft, warm pad of his thumb against your lips. "you love me, don't you?" he nearly crows, a smug glow in his eyes. "you're adorable. you forget what this is, killer."

"a transaction," you reply, still draped over him, hovering inches from his face by the strength of your arms. "just that i'm not the only one paying anymore."

his smile vanishes. he sits up, his eyes cooled to volcanic rock. "no."

"no?" you tilt your head, following him with a heavy gaze as he swings his bare legs out of bed and crosses the room. "well, i certainly wasn't the one dragging someone else into bed with him."

"shut up," he snaps, shrugging on the nearest shirt. it's crumpled, and he folds down the collar in an effort to neaten it. it doesn't do much. it's not his size, either, hanging from his arms and exposing the intoxicating curve of his neck and shoulders. "i'm not in love with you."

"really, jimin?" you rest against the headboard, tucking a knee towards your chest with a sigh. "all these tiny trinket gifts: watches, bracelets, rings with your initials on them. admit it. you're trying to court me, little shrike," you tease.

faster than you can track, jimin flings the switchblade towards you. you roll your head to the right two seconds too late, half a mockery and half a sweet head-tilt, and reach over your shoulder to tug the blade from the wall. "you dropped this."

"you didn't try," he nearly snarls.

"why would i? we all die eventually, and i'd rather look my ravishing killer in the eye than waste time trying to avoid it."

"if i was in love, it certainly wouldn't be with you," he sniffs, checking his nails in a curled hand. "you'd be a terrible person to do it with."

"'do it'? jimin, dear, love isn't so simple. it's not a task, nor is it a job." the ruffle of sheets. gentle hands around his waist, warm bare chest against his back – warm bare everything. you bare everything to him, and he's certain that you'd split open your ribs to give him your heart if you could. you open your hand, the switchblade laid open across it. "you may use it to kill me, if you like. i've heard i can be rather difficult at times."

he picks it up with three dainty fingers, giving it a spin. he clicks it shut. "you would let me kill you... because you're annoying me?"

in response, you only smile and squeeze his hip, turning away to find your clothes. "how many lovers of yours can say the same?"

he purses his lips. "lovers? is that what we are?"

"well," you tug your shirt over your head, "i'd like to think so."

"you're obsessed with this... idea of us," jimin replies, staring out over the city skyline, twinkling in the darkness as if the stars have fallen to the earth. "love, for you, is terrifying. it's like a religion. no one will ever want to sleep with you."

you glance over your shoulder with a smile and a glint in your eyes. "you are, aren't you? as for religion," you continue offhandedly, "i've always looked great on my knees."

jimin says nothing. he can't; it would be a lie to say he doesn't like it when you worship every inch of him in all the worst ways, wicking the sin off of him like sweat and cleansing him with every white-out daze.

he turns around, as light on his feet as a songbird, and his piercing gaze snaps to yours like a raptor. there's something missing behind those eyes, but his fingers glance over his buttons, and the whole thing flutters to the ground, white as angels' wings, around his bare ankles and marble calves.

he has your full attention. he's shameless, slinking up to you with dancing touches and fleeting glances, and he hums as you place your hands on the pretty dip of his waist. he plays with the hairs at the nape of your neck and smiles at the shiver that courses through you.

he brings your lips to his. "then tell me again," he whispers delicately, rosy and cherubic, "how you'll love me."

[crookedt44th]

Cigarette Kiss

PAIRING: jiu x fem!reader

GENRE: college au. fluff. strangers to friends to lovers. just two girls who loves music.

CWs: a lot of smoking basically. pet name or nickname “sweetie” being used a lot. it's just a pretty bittersweet romance going on at the middle of the dark night.

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

A/N: Finally came through with this ff im mostly excited about :)

please no minors and cis males for this blog!

Your roommate told you about a big college party, that's when you thought to yourself. Now that exams are over, maybe you do deserve to have a little fun. Ending up in the middle of suburbia, you get a glimpse of what looks to be an overly crowded house party. You could already feel the bodily fluids and humidity as you moved through the crowd. Everyone was dancing to the loud music, while others were making out or exchanging conversations in the hallway. Whisping through a maze of students, you soon arrive at the backyard. Which was where you all planned to meet up. Though you found yourself disappointed by their absence. Glancing around the premises, unable to locate them. You sighed and texted one of your friends to let them know you're here.

Realizing your need for relief from that heavy indoor atmosphere, You decide to wait in the yard and enjoy the fresh air. With that being said, you just wanted a cigarette at this point. You found a spot, leaned against the wall, and pulled out your pack of cigarettes. As you attempted to light a cigarette in your mouth, your lighter stopped working. 

Awesome, just what I needed. 

You huffed and were about to fling your lighter to the ground out of frustration when you noticed a hand holding a lighter in front of you and lighting the cigarette for you. You puffed before diverting your gaze to the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen. 

You can still make out the features of her face even if it was a little too dark in the backyard. She had long, gorgeous blonde hair. She wore light denim shorts, white thigh socks, a baggy white shirt that was partially torn, and a spiked choker with chains attached around her neck. Her makeup was a touch smokey, and she had glitters under her eyes. You suddenly felt small around her because she was considerably taller than you. 

“Thanks.” As you smoked again, you stuttered slightly and shifted your head aside. 

You caught a glimpse of her smiling at you out of the corner of your eye, and it was genuine. You couldn't remember ever having someone smile at you like that. Hell, you don't even know her; you had no idea why your stomach was getting butterflies. It's never happened like this before. You do like girls, but, god, you've never been in a relationship. 

"What's your name, sweetie?" 

"Sorry, but why?" With a frown, you turned to face her.

“What? Why?” She grinned. "Sweetie, I just think you're cute. I just wanted to know who you are, where you’re from, and if you like girls.” 

Although you gave her a blank glance, your heart was pounding. But you remained silent. Really, you didn't know what to say in response to that. You could feel her eyes on you as she continued to tilt her head. 

"Okay, if you're not going to respond, fine. Then my name is Minji, or you may just call me Jiu." After taking her final drag, she knelt down to put her cigarette out on the ground. Jiu stood up and examined you from head to toe once more. "I have to leave, sweetie. I guess I'll see you around?"

You immediately grasped her arm as she turned her heels to enter the house, and she gave you a curious look. Despite her widening eyes, she began to smile at you. You had no idea what had physically possessed you or why you had behaved in that manner. 

"My name is Cora, by the way." You stumbled once again, and you could feel the heat rising on your face, but you shook your head and released her arm. "I'm sorry, uhm, you can leave now-"

"Do you want to come with me?" 

“To where?” 

"To get the hell out of here. Just follow me, sweetie." She went back to the other side of the backyard in search of a door. You were a little skeptical at first, wondering to yourself if you could follow a girl you just met. But you followed her either way. 

When you checked the time on your phone, it was already close to nine at night. People were all cheering as you two exited the backyard and passed the garage where a beer pong game was being played. Then you heard someone calling out to Jiu, and when you turned around, you saw the person reaching out to hug Jiu. You could hear her sigh quite loudly. 

“Jiu! I was looking for you, oh my god! Why haven't you replied to my text?" He attempted to hold her waist, but she deflected his hand. “Me and my buddies are playing beer bong, you want to come join?” 

"No, I gotta bring this hottie to my house. Bye, though." She rolled her eyes at him, refusing to speak to him any more. Jiu interlocked your hand with hers as she turned her back on him and walked away. The way the guy was staring at you both made you feel uneasy. 

"Who the hell was that?" You questioned while turning to face the man who was surrounded by his friends. 

"I guess he's just a guy who likes me." Once more sighing, Jiu said, "I'm not interested in him, though." 

"He didn't do anything else to you, right?" You took another quick glance behind you. "I could beat him up for you, if you want." 

"He only tried to pursue me by, I don't know, trying to look attractive and flirty. But he didn't touch me; if he had, I would have slashed his hands."

"Damn, that's insane. He looks creepy." She nodded, agreeing with you as you spoke.

In the suburbs, you and Jiu had been strolling for a while, passing by each house. As we stroll hand in hand, all that can be seen are the warm yellow light rods. You raised your head to the sky, which was completely black yet had a moon and stars in its vicinity. Then, forgetting that you are still holding Jiu's hand, you turn to look at her side profile next to your side. It felt as if you didn't want to let go.

Jiu told you there were stores across the street she wanted to visit; nevertheless, you are unsure of how far you and Jiu walked. You nodded, deciding that now would be a good time to pick up some munchies. Your hand started to go chilly once more as you felt her hand release you. She reached inside her shorts' back pocket and pulled out her phone and tangled earbuds. You watched her attempting to detangle her earbuds. 

In the summer, it seems to grow rather chilly at night. You tried to keep yourself warm by crossing your arms when you felt yourself becoming cold. Two of you stood on the side of the road, watching as the cars flashed their headlights past us. Several more steps since the shops are only a short distance away. 

Jiu motioned for you to insert the right earpiece, so you did as she held it out in front of you. Looking for a tune to play on her phone, you switched your attention to her. When she eventually discovered a song, you were met with the recognizable sound of gritter, replete with a powerful guitar and percussion. You feel a flood of nostalgia when you hear it. You haven't heard of this in a fat minute, yet it's just like your teenage years all over again. You don't miss high school, but you do miss being young. It surprised you that Jiu knew this song. 

Staple my eyes to my chest

‘Cause I want to pretend that we’re better than this

Hiding intentions through subtle inflexions

Like you know I’m asking for it

"You know this song? I've never met someone who is familiar with Stand Atlantic." Her knowledge of your favorite band gave you exhilaration, which you did your best to conceal. 

“Yeah! One of their music videos popped up earlier in my YouTube recommendations. They're great." You could tell she was thrilled at your response. You might even fall in love with her at this point. 

I wanted more so I went and got it

You wanted more so you came and got it

And I got that winter chill with summer’s guilt

Is it so innocent?

As you listened to the song, memories of your youth played back in your head. Back then, despite how stupid you were, you had fun. Realizing you were in your final year of college and how much you had changed made you feel incredibly sad. 

It’s just a cigarette kiss

Oh, cigarette kiss

Is it so innocent?

You two made your way to visit the convenience store in the hopes of locating some good snacks. You took off the earbud and moved towards the aisle in search of snacks and beverages. Jiu was preparing a hot dog when you swung around to look for her. She was trying to squeeze the ketchup bottle, but it splattered over her hot dog. She grumbled, hearing a giggle from afar, and when she turned to look at you, you pretended you hadn't done anything. 

"I know it was you, so stop acting like you’re innocent." Her eyes rolled as she complained. 

Again you laughed, muttering, "Sorry, you're just so silly." Jiu smiled as she gazed down on you as you approached her after gathering some goodies. As she adds the toppings to the hot dog, you place your head on her shoulder. You could see the crimson on her face as she averted her gaze. "The money is on me."

Jiu was sitting on the curb outside, waiting for you as you went to pay for everything. You seated yourself next to her and gave her food and beverage. You and Jiu were eating in silence because you didn't know how to start the topic this time.You wanted to know her better and maybe even asked her where she worked, what college she attended, and what her major was, but you couldn't bring yourself to. You felt shy again. 

Jiu finished her food and stood up to dispose of it in the nearby trash can. She returned and sat down again, placing her head firmly on your shoulder. She drew a cigarette from her pack and lit it with her lighter, the pungent odor hitting both of you. She was still listening to music with both of her earbuds in, and you could hear the same tune blasting in her earpieces; she must've replayed the song. You started staring at her for a moment, and she looked up at you, capturing both of you. Looking down at her lips as Jiu took a drag, you were unable to turn away at this moment. She spotted it and looked at yours as well. You cleared your throat and hesitated before starting to remove one of her headphones and place it into your ear. You noticed your face blushing once more as she kept staring at you for an extended period of time. 

"How long have you been listening to this band?" She asked inquisitively.

"When I was like, in my last year of high school, the Skinny Dipping album is what got me into them." You replied while recalling your time in high school. "I used to be in a band, so I listened to lots of bands for inspiration." 

Her eyes were beginning to sparkle as she gasped. "You used to be in a band? What happened to it?"

"We all just fell apart. I don't know why, but I stopped speaking with them." As you sighed. 

“Hmm. Now, what do you do? The major and career stuff, you know." As she smoked again, Jiu enquired with curiosity. 

"Music production. Really, it's enjoyable. What about you?" you asked as you cocked your head in her direction. "I don't even know if you go to my college or something."

"I do go to your college. I've seen you around campus a few times. "

You blinked, perplexed, not realizing she went to your college and had seen you a few times. You may have been too preoccupied to notice your surroundings, but these days you hardly interact with people or make acquaintances. Simply lock yourself in the recording studio, go to work, and return home to crash in bed. You never eat well, you never make time for others, and you never even take care of yourself. You might want to take it easy.

"And my major is dance, but I also do theater," Jiu said. "I've done some acting and am currently in a dance group. But I still don't know what I'm going to do after this."

"Yeah, life is tough," you nodded in agreement. "I've been overworking myself for years and I'm on the verge of dying. Plus, you're the first new friend I've had in a long time."

You sense her body advancing toward you as she again places her hand on yours. 

"Sweetie, you need to look after yourself. I will always be there for you, Cora, now that we are friends." You haven't heard these words from anyone in a while, and man, do you miss them. 

"Thank you, Jiu." You mumbled. You won't lie; you do feel flattered. 

Now there was nothing but silence. Her gaze remained fixed on you as she admired how beautiful you were and hoped she could give you a kiss that would last. Jiu has already seen you around, and she had a tiny crush on you during her final year of college. She had heard a lot of things about you, including how talented you are at playing the guitar and how good your music is. She couldn't believe she was speaking to you to begin with. Since it was getting close to midnight, she didn't want the night to end. She was drawn to you so strongly that she can't help it. She really wanted to find out more about you. 

"Can I kiss you?" Jiu's attention was fixed on you, not realizing what she had just uttered. 

You were astonished by her query because you didn't really anticipate her wanting to kiss you. You gently nodded as she continued to inhale the smoke while she was still holding it inside. Inching closer till she could hear your breath, Jiu tilted her head. She suddenly slammed her lips into yours and began to rhythmically move them while you did the same. Both of you were overcome by the overpowering odor of cigarettes as you kissed her back, feeling the smoke travel between your lips. Since this was your first kiss, you were understandably surprised. Your first kiss with a stunning woman. 

It’s just a cigarette kiss

As Jiu's hand encircled the back of your neck and head, you reluctantly but firmly placed your hands on her waist. Into the caress, our eyes closed peacefully. 

And I got that winter chill with summer’s guilt

Each other’s lips bruised and mouths recognized each other like old intimates. Tongues rasping against each other, flaming in their mouths and spreading to the flesh outside. 

It’s not as innocent as I make it feel

You desired for the soul kiss to endure forevermore. If you were ever sure about anything in your life, it was that this kiss seemed genuine. We pulled away at the same time steadily, until two of you were apart and staring at each other. 

High price to pay for a cheaper thrill

You began to cough after barely swallowing since you could still taste the stench of tobacco in your mouth. When Jiu's cigarette fell to the ground, you assumed that it had been dropped during your previous kiss. Her mouth in particular seemed a little bit bitter, but that kiss sent off rockets throughout her body.

Kill time with bitter pills till nothing’s real

"Wow," was all you could manage.

"Wow to you, too," Jiu smiled. 

PLAYLIST.

[xsweetcatastrophe]

You Broke Me First

part 5.

Zoe had a habit of making everything look perfectly fine when in reality, she was dying on the inside.

On the outside, she looked like she was ready to take on the day. She walked down the hall to Donna's office, with a Starbucks coffee in hand. She had black tailored pants and a grey mock neck shirt tucked into the waist. her hair was in a low bun with some hair out, framing her face. She wore minimal makeup, just some concealer and blush on her cheeks and nose. She wore small gold hoops, and a matching chain-link choker necklace. Her heels clicked as she walked, getting closer and closer to Donna's office. A couple of the junior associates in the cubicles she passed looked at her. With the way Zoe was walking, they would think she had it all. The perfect job, perfect boyfriend, perfect life. They would think she woke up super early that morning, and took a ride on the Peleton bike she probably owns or maybe went to a pilates class. They would think she's like one of the girls in those rom coms, who live in the beautiful brownstone with the man of her dreams.

The reality? Zoe was hungover.

Zoe was hanging on by a thread.

Zoe fell asleep and didn't do her hair, that's why it was in a bun.

Zoe woke up in a pool of sweat because her stupid AC shut off in the middle of the night.

Zoe was wearing a sports bra under her shirt because she forgot to do laundry.

Zoe did NOT have it all... no, if Zoe had anything, it was anxiety.

Zoe stopped in front of Donna's door, and took a deep breath. She knocked a couple times and waited.

"come in" she heard on the other side.

Zoe pushed open the door and plastered a smile onto her face.

"Good morning! how was your week-" Zoe started and immeidately stopped.

Donna's office was large, with her desk in the middle of the room with floor to ceiling windows behind her. To the right was a couch and coffee table. To the left, was a heavy oval oak table with 6 chairs. Donna sat there with who she presumed was Hannah Woods... and Cillian.

Zoe's stomach did that thing again where it dropped to her knees. She made eye contact with Cillian and Cillian immediately looked at his shoes.

"Hi hun, come sit down" Donna waved her over, motioning her to a chair... a chair next to Cillian.

Zoe made her way over and sat down, her body almost slightly leaning away from him. If it was up to her she wouldn't be in the same room as this man ever again.

"Hi Zoe, My name is Hannah and I'm Cillian's publicist" Hannah said, introducing herself and holding out her hand. Zoe took it and smiled, taking in the woman in front of her. She had blonde hair, and too white teeth. She was skinny and her makeup looked airbrushed on. She looked like someone that wasn't speak to Zoe if they were still in high school. I bet her AC works, Zoe thought.

"Ms Woods emailed me yesterday morning with some concerns that i'd like to discuss with you," Donna said calmly.

Zoe always loved Donna. It had only been 3 years, but she really took her under her wing. She always asked how she was doing, and she didn't mean about work. Donna knew Zoe's mom lived far away and, since Donna wasn't able to have children of her own, gravitated towards Zoe. She had a maternal side she never got to show, and I guess with Zoe she got to show it. Zoe didn't mind, she welcomed it.

"Well, let's just get it out - seems like you two had a hell of a Saturday night" Hannah exclaimed, breaking the ice. Donna chucked, but Zoe and Cillian did not.

"It wasn't a night, it was just drinks at 6pm..." Cillian said, still looking at the floor.

"6:30. It was supposed to be 6, but you were late remember?" Zoe added, without realizing how immature it sounded.

"anyways....." Hannah continued, looking at both of them, " Obviously this doesn't look good. This isn't good for Cillian's current image, especially with what is going on in his life. You guys were spotted, and the tabloids already have pictures they are going to run tomorrow" Hannah said, opening up a folder she had brought and handing Zoe photos.

Zoe looked at the photos and her stomach... well, you know what it did.

When Zoe heard that they were spotted, she assumed the bartender opened her mouth. There wasn't a lot of people in the bar, and she doesn't remember anyone young enough to give a shit if Cillian Murphy was in a bar with a girl.

But these photos weren't in the bar.

These photos were them outside on a side walk, VERY drunk.

Well, Zoe knew she was drunk, but to the naked eye, people might think she looked... dare I say, happy?

Cillian had her arm around her shoulder in one pic, with her hand reaching out to meet his hand. She was mid laugh and Cillian was looking at her with a smile on his face. Another photo, they were holding hands, walking into the Hilton. Fuck, Zoe thought. That one's bad.

Then she saw the third photo.

Paps weren't allowed in the hotel lobby,but they stood outside and shot in through the windows on the revolving door. There, you could see Zoe at the front desk, with Cillian behind her, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her against him with his lips on her neck. ok, so it gets worse, Zoe thought.

"Donna," Zoe started, pushing the photos away. "I can't begin to tell you how sorry I am. This is so extremely unprofessional and I promise nothing like this will ever happen again."

"I know it won't" Donna said, toeing the line between boss and mother figure. "Hannah and I have been on the phone all Sunday about this. She's concerned for Cillian but I'm concerned for you. This won't look good for you when they run this story. They'll know you work here and they'll be relentless with trying to get to you"

"How can we make this go away?" Zoe said, trying to think fast. She wanted out of here. Did someone turn the heat on? She felt sweat drip down her back. Her heart was beating so loud she was convinced Cillian could hear it.

"Well, the tabloids need an answer from me by 3pm today" Hannah started, pulling out her phone to check the time. Don't be dramatic bitch, it's a 10am meeting Zoe thought.

"An answer for what?" Zoe said, confused.

"Who you are"

"....Who I am? Why do they need to know?"

"because if they don't they're gonna make it seem like you're a booty call" Cillian interjected, Zoe half forgot he was at the table.

"Ok, no" Zoe started, eyebrows furrowed "Can't you just say you were at an interview?"

"yea great idea, oh wait, i forgot, I don't sleep with people I do interviews with" Cillian shot back.

"Well apparently you do" Hannah interrupted, seeing things were going to get touchy. "And It's my job to make this look as normal as possible"

"And how do you do that?" Zoe asked. There goes her gut again. Something wasn't right.

"Well.... Donna and I talked.. and we think it's best for both your publication and Mr. Murphy's image to tell the tabloids that.. you're a girl Mr. Murphy is dating" Hannah said slowly.

"HAH" Zoe laughed out loud, she simply couldn't hold it in. "no really, what do we do?"

"Zoe" Donna said, in her mother tone. It was a warning, and Zoe didn't respond.

"Mr. Murphy is in the middle of a divorce. it should be finalized soon, however between his movie coming up and his ex-wife having the tabloids on speed dial, him 'letting loose' with an interviewer isn't the best for him right now" Hannah slowly stated. "And, on the other side, Donna feels like this isn't the best representation for your publication, and we came up with a gameplan" Hannah continued, standing up and starting to pace.

"What we tell the tabloids - you and Cillian have been dating for a little over a month. You met at a party last year and have remained in touch. You re-connected and have been casually getting to know each other"

Zoe was holding her breath. She was pinching her thigh. Surely this was a dream. She'll wake up. Just keep pinching.

"You guys lay low, maybe doing a dinner once a week to show you guys out and about. Hopefully after a couple weeks, they leave you alone and all this fades away. If not, we'll do a breakup announcement. I don't want this lasting longer than 3 months, tops." Hannah concluded.

Zoe was still pinching.

"What do you think?" Hannah said, after a moment of silence from everyone in the room.

"This.. can't be real" Zoe said slowly.

Hannah chucked. "you'd be surprised. Do you think Ben Affleck and Ana De Armas REALLY dated during Covid? They're both my clients. That was a 6 month agreement, I don't want to do anything that long" Hannah said proudly.

"Told you to get a fucking seltzer" Cillian said, finally looking at Zoe.

"Will you give it up with the fucking seltzers already??!" Zoe snapped, while Hannah said "what seltzer?" at the same time.

"Zoe" Donna said, putting her hand on top of hers. "I need you to think about this. I know this isn't what you want. But it's temporary. And it's for the publication. And it could quite possibly save your career, who knows what those monsters will say" Donna said."

"Can i.... Can I think about it....?" Zoe said. If you were wondering if she was still pinching her thigh, don't worry - she was.

"No" Donna said, taking her hand away. "If you say no, we will unfortunately have to terminate your employment as you violated your employee guidelines"

"what??? Donna, you can't be serious, it was a mistake" Zoe exclaimed.

"Is there really an employee rule to not sleep with interviewees?" Cillian interjected, half laughing half serious.

Zoe looked at him, then looked back at Donna. "Come ON" Zoe said.

"I need an answer, and I need it now.. remember, they need an answer by 3" Hannah interjected, pointing at her phone.

"It's not even noon!" Zoe yelled, getting frustrated.

"Zoe" Donna said, loudly. "That's enough"

Zoe turned to Cillian, lightly hitting him in the shoulder.

"And what about you? don't you have anything to say? Why am I the only one in here answering for us? You're okay with this??" Zoe said to him. Cillian's head shot to her.

"Are you kidding me? I bet you got to enjoy your Sunday. Hannah called me an hour after you left. I've been hearing all this shit since yesterday. I got nothing left. I have no control over it... trust me, I tried real hard" Cillian snapped.

"She'll do it" Donna said to Hannah, answering for her.

"Great, I promise this will be over before you know it" Hannah said, pulling papers out of her folder - a contract. Similar to an NDA, going over the terms of the agreement and what she was allowed to say to people and what had to keep confidential, which was pretty much everything.

The next twenty minutes were a blur. Legal was called in, and went over the terms of the agreement with Zoe while Cillian's lawyer called in and was on speakerphone. Paperwork was signed, hands were shaken. The deal was done.

Zoe sat there, dumbfounded.

"Zoe, take the rest of the day off. Actually, don't come in this week. I'm going to re-assign your assignments to some of the junior associates - they need the practice. You guys should... get to know each other" Donna said, as if she was trying to be cute about the situation. Cillian and Zoe just stared her down.

Zoe and Cillian stood up slowly, and Cillian made his way to Donna's door, opening it and waiting for Zoe. Zoe slowly walked out, and they both made it to the lobby and pressed the elevator button.

"I can't believe this is happening" Zoe groaned to herself. She wanted to go to sleep. She wanted to wake up in her shitty apartment, with her broken AC and shitty couch, and eat shitty leftover Chinese food and enjoy her mediocre life. Oh, how she missed it in this moment.

"Yea well, trust me I'm not thrilled about it either. Lets be civil and get this over with" Cillian said, waiting for the elevators to open.

"Sorry" Zoe snapped. "Pardon me if I don't know how to navigate my first fake relationship. Please teach me, oh wise one" she said sarcastically.

"Well honey, I never had one either, so we're both new to this" Cillian said, stepping aside and letting Zoe step into the elevator first. "We skipped around and got sex out of the way, But I suggest we start with the basics"

"Basics? like what?" Zoe said, still dumbfounded.

"Well" Cillian said, stepping into the elevator.

"For starters... what's your last name?"

tags: @lau219

[ashxbabes]

the dress

this fic is dedicated to @just-asimple-brunette and @millicndcllarbby and characters belong to them. note that creative liberties were taken with respect to these two creators.

she looked over herself in the mirror once more, soothing out any wrinkles or imperfections that might be there. despite spending nearly three hours staring at her own reflection, yuka hardly recognized herself.

"we don't have all night, you know!" she heard her husband call out from the bottom of the staircase.

yuka could already picture him tapping his foot and checking his watch for the umpteenth time. all for dramatic effect, of course. "that means: lets go!"

she smirked and gave herself one last glance. she was perfect.

jordan was actually checking his watch by the time he heard her footsteps descend. they weren't running too late, but jordan wanted to time out their entrance perfectly. he wanted to be one of the last few guests to arrive, so nearly all eyes were on them as they entered. at least, he knew eyes would fall on to him. he had been facing away from the staircase when he finally turned to face her with an exaggerated sigh. "finally. we're going to be -"

his annoyed expression completely dropped upon seeing her. jordan was used to his wife's usual style, which consisted of a soft color palette when it came to her clothes and makeup. she favored colors likes soft pinks and nude tones, with the occasional periwinkle to spice things up. skirts went down to her shins to elongate her legs, and always flowed out softly. if a garment was form fitting, you could count on it being a matching set. akin to those of vintage chanel. tonight, however, yuka had done a complete 180 degrees of wardrobe, even makeup.

her gown was a onyx black, with tulle that hung off her shoulders. the top hugged her waist and accentuated her chest, having the same effect as a corset, before dropping off in a skirt that flowed around her, but still kept its shape enough to see hers. her normally straight was now curled and one up with side pieces to frame her face. she was adorned with lacy black gloves, and simple pearls that clung to her earlobes. the real eye catcher was the pearl choker that held a sapphire in the middle.

he certainly was gawking as yuka smirked her plum red lips as she watched his reaction. "shall we go?"

jordan was definitely right when it came to the timing. nearly everyone had already arrived, save for madam president, who would make her entrance once everyone had filing in. the main hall of macusa was now transformed into a grand ballroom, along with the staircases that lead to the more floors that were also transformed to look the part. they were practically the last couple to arrive. before they entered, jordan held his hand out to his wife. she looked at it and then up to his eyes. "if you're trying to sell the 'happy newlyweds' act, you'll need to try harder than that, mr. smith," she chastised, having half a mind to waltz in by herself.

but, before she could take a step, he reached out and snaked his arm around her waist, tugging her closely to his side. while she could dress differently, there was no getting rid of that attitude. "then you might want to play your part, mrs. smith," he hissed back.

the both used that name whenever it was meant to dig at each other. it was their proverbial ball and chain, bondage to one another forced upon them by their families. after their usual round of eyerolls and sneers, they put on their happy faces and made their way into the ballroom. all eyes found themselves enraptured by the couple. with her new style change, yuka had inadvertently matched jordan's suit to a tee. to their coworkers they were really the 'perfect couple.' while her husband basked in the glow of it all, yuka was dying on the inside. they made their rounds to jordan's associates, smiling and making smile talk. things yuka was trained for, but didn't hate it any less. while they were mingling, her attention was turned towards the andersons, along with james and ash. she looked their way and when their eyes met, she discreetly pleaded for their help. ash was the first to understand and finished off his champagne, before marching up to the couple. "mrs. smith, you look lovely tonight," he greeted, trying to keep his mischievous smirk at bay, as did yuka.

"as do you, mr. mcknight."

"i hope you don't mind, mr. smith," he asked as the violins began to warm up, indicating the next song.

"no, of course not," jordan was half relieved to get his wife out of his hair, not wanting to worry about her embarrassing him.

ash grinned and led yuka out onto the dance floor. he spun and twirled her around as they waltzed, making sure to catch as many eyes as possible. "if i didn't know any better, i would think you're trying to show me off," she teased as he dipped her.

"maybe that's the idea."

just then, ash looked up to the others and flashed a wink. he spun her out one last time, only she was caught by lo. and on and on they went before she was handed off to james and then oliver. each of the men making it a point to show her off, something her husband couldn't dream of doing. speaking of which, jordan didn't even notice till her third dance with oliver anderson, when the wife of his coworker commented on how graceful yuka was on the dancefloor. as he watched anderson paraded her around, making almost a show that she was with him and not jordan. he felt a pang of jealousy strike a certain nerve inside him. was it because the attention was diverted to yuka, or that his wife was dancing with another man? perhaps both. jordan wasn't sure. all he knew was that he needed to be the one out there with her. no one else. seething and jaw clenched, jordan tried to seem nonchalant as she marched up and intercepted their dance, his hand catching yuka's before it met oliver's. "jordan?"

"have you ever heard of wait your turn?" the auror remarked.

"have you ever heard of don't touch my wife again or i'll hex you into the next morning?" his voice was low, but sharp along with his gaze.

"jordan, stop!" she whispered out, hoping to end any scene that might play out.

just before jordan could say another word, lo went up to save his husband, pulling him into a waltz. both of them smirking as they made their quick getaway. even ash and james discreetly bumped into the two as they danced pass them. "move it or lose it, cousin!" james called out playfully, before whisked him away.

jordan was red in the face, feeling like a fool for letting himself get goaded into such a plot. but, he tried to keep whatever composure he had and pulled yuka against him. he rested his hand on the small of her back, while the other held hers up high. he took the lead as they followed the waltz the crowd around them began to move to. "i hope you had your fun," he grumbled in a low voice.

"i did, dancing instead of being the parrot on your shoulder while you talk to all your friends."

"how could you embarrass me like that? letting yourself be handed to all those men-"

"you mean your cousin, your cousin's date, and my only two other friends that are married to one another?"

"you made me look like a fool, a cuckold of a husband."

"well if the shoe fits-"

he twirled her out and in, a little more aggressive than needed, causing yuka to stumble around a bit. she gripped onto him, in order to balance herself. she felt her own annoyance start to bubble, and in retaliation she stepped on his foot. he winced, hunched forward enough to whisper in his ear, "the next time you get the chance, you might want to strike first before someone else does. because a good husband would make sure no one has the chance to show me off before anyone else could."

jordan felt his face become flushed. "you want to be shown off? fine!"

before she could say another word, he once again took the lead. this time, everyone backed up and encircled the couple as the spun her round and lifted her up into his arms, only to end their performance by dipping her with a kiss.

yuka could barely react when she felt his lips on her own. cheeks becoming hot and heart beating fast against her ribcage. this was the first time he kissed her, actually kissed her, and it was for all to see. the music ceased and their lips broke apart, the whole room becoming static and the applause of the crowd grew distant as their looked into each other's eyes. something started to feel...different.

through the applause, oliver sighed and discreetly handed ash the twenty dollar bill. "you bet on if they would kiss or not?!" lo scolded his husband in a hushed tone.

"it was actually when they would kiss," ash clarified.

[jaylienpotter]

October 6th @prongsfoot-microfic prompt "blow" (I'm v late ik, I'm sorry)

Birthday

James sat at his desk studying - or trying to. He was in his last year at Loughborough University, studying sport science. Besides wanting be a professional athlete, he also decided on helping those in that area. He could be a sports psychologist, since he always had a passion for helping, or a coach. He had options and time. He just needed to focus.

His phone rang. 'Sirius' - scratch that plan.

They exchanged numbers after Black finished the commission of drawing Potter's dog, Padfoot. It was on the owner's phone screen. To his delight, Pads was also inspiration for a small ceramic sculpture, 'consider this extra as a thank you for your family's pottery lessons', Sirius had said.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Sirius."

"I know, I have your contact saved. And there aren't many Siriuses, I reckon." His smile was probably audible. The other boy had the same type of humour, which was comforting.

"I'm special like that. So uhm... My birthday's next week's Friday. I don't normally celebrate it but my friend Marlene insisted on doing something since we don't see each other much ever since I moved here. We're going to a bar, just us, her girlfriend and my ex."

"Your ex?" Perhaps he still had feelings for them? I mean, wasn't it awkward to be around an ex?

"Yeah, he's my best friend. Even after the breakup." He. If it hadn't been clear already, this was the confirmation that the hottest man James had ever met was, in fact, not straight.

"Oh, that's nice."

"So... Would you like to come? You don't have to, I understand that we haven't met long ago and you don't know my friends..."

"I'd love to!" Maybe he answered a tad too fast. But Black didn't seem to mind.

"Wicked! It's at The Bell Foundry. How does 8 PM sound?"

"Perfect!"

"Brill. A'ight, see ya then, mate. Oh, and don't get me anything." He definitely would.

"Bye, cheers."

Potter got there 15 minutes earlier. He was used to arriving first. When the birthday boy arrived, the tanned one blushed, heart skipping a beat. Fuck, he's bloody hot.

Glittery sheer crop top, his pierced nipples and chest tattoo visible, ripped black jeans with fishnets underneath, a buckled belt and chains, high heeled platform black boots, a choker that James wanted to pull, several silver necklaces and rings, and a glittery black smokey eye makeup with star rhinestones on the inner corners. His sharp features were even more noticeable with his hair in a messy bun.

"Like what you see?"

"Uh- I-" He composed himself and cleared his throat "Happy birthday!" The other man snorted but didn't press on the matter.

"Thank you. And thanks for coming."

"Thanks for the invitation. I know you told me not to but... I was never good with following orders." It was half true. He obeyed those he looked up to, like his parents and coach. Other than that? Mischief maker that looked too innocent for his own good.

He extended a black tote bag with a ribbon. "You really didn't need to-"

"I wanted to. Go on, open." Pale hands opened the bag, a bit confused. "It's empty?" To further confuse him, Jamie grinned.

"Oh silly me! It's backwards!" He exclaimed theatrically, took the bag and turned it inside out, revealing a Guns 'N' Roses logo. "There you go!"

"Bloody hell, this is great! You like them too??"

"Haven't heard much, to be honest. But you were wearing a graphic shirt the day we met and you have a quote of them on your Instagram so I figured you were a fan."

"That's actually so thoughtful, thanks." Good, he doesn't see it as creepy. You can relax now.

They hugged and pulled away after a whistle caught Sirius's attention.

"Happy birthday Starlight!"

"Moony!" He ran and hugged who Potter presumed was the ex. He was a tad intimidating. Very tall, neutral expression that could hide so much emotion, some few scars that indicated fights... Yet he was strangely attractive. He could see the appeal.

The brown haired lad hugged back, patting his friend's head. Potter couldn't help but feel jealous.

"Meet my new friend James! James, this is Remus."

"Hi, nice to meet you." Was the waving awkward?

"Likewise. Yer here early. I usually have to wait for ye." He had turned to his ex and swiftly put a cigarette between his chapped lips.

"Yeah, wanted to be with James before anyone else got here so he wouldn't be alone." Potter wasn't blushing. He wasn't. He was.

"Oh, thanks. That's nice of you."

"I'm always nice." The snicker coming from the tallest lad indicated otherwise. And from the little James already knew about Black, he was definitely very cheeky. "We should probably head inside. We'll catch a cold if we wait for Marlene."

"I dunno how ye two manage to be late everywhere. If ya weren't both gay, ya'd be a perfect match. Ye two go ahead, imma finish my smoke."

It had taken another half an hour before the last two members of the party arrived together. The mentioned Marlene was a short bubbly non-binary Filipino who was unapologetically loud. Their girlfriend Dorcas was more collected yet sociable. Her very dark skin looked amazing with the bright colours of her outfit.

Potter's nervousness eased after a while. They hit it all off well, albeit being ever so slightly jealous of 'Moony'.

"So what's the deal between ye two?" They both looked over to where the birthday boy was moving his hips to the music, next to a box dyed blonde head.

"Oh, we're just friends." Sadly. The tallest probably read his mind, giving him an unreadable look.

"I reckon he fancies ye. I recognise those eyes. Don't know ye but I'd say y'also do."

Saved by the bell, or rather, by the cake. "Happy birthday to you..." Dorcas had a cake in her hands, placing it next to James. Marlene was pulling their friend through the crowd.

"Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday dear Sirius..." All four were singing, some clubbers and bartenders joined, others didn't bother. Black seemed to love the attention he was getting.

"Happy birthday to you!" The grin. The eye twinkle that matched the top. He ought to celebrate his anniversary from now on.

"Make a wish!" Silver eyes shut as if concentrating very hard and the candles were blown. People cheered and went back to their lives.

"Thank you all for this. Really. Did you make it, Dorcas?"

"Yes I did. My famous chocolate fudge."

"You're amazing. A'ight, let's cut it before Moony starts drooling." They all laughed.

The cake was top tier. The music had been great. The environment was friendly and so were the people. All in all it was a very fun night, one like James hadn't had in a long time.

[blueysoda]

A Night Out

Cherri Bomb and Angel Dust

By BlueySoda

Cherri Bomb was excited. She and Angel Dust, her closest friend, had plans to be chaotic and fuck off around town for hours― definitely with alcohol and substances involved. She'd been planning this out with Angel for a week. What clubs they'd hit up, what weapons they'd use, things they'd demolish, games they'd play, everything. She even planned on bringing two, brand new, hot pink Tommy Guns along. One for her, one for Angel, since everyone knows how much he loves pink. 

Pink being a favorite color was one of many things these two buddies had in common; they were both queer, had chaotic energy, loved tearing shit up, destroying things for fun, incredible marksmanship, hating Valentino, caring for each other, being bitchy, having no filter, etc. All the way down to the freckles, it was like these two were twins. That's not to say they're exactly alike, though. They had their differences, as did everyone. But they were truly the best of friends. Angel was family to Cherri, he meant the world to her. They were always there for each other. When they could be, anyway. Sometimes, things come up. 

But not tonight. 

Cherri was in her apartment, putting on the finishing touches of her outfit. Her hair was tied up, as usual, and her face and makeup looked the same. She wore a spiked choker on her neck, accompanied by chained necklaces hanging from it and laying on her chest. She wore a bright red leather jacket with the sleeves cut off on the elbows, a few loose rips visible toward the end of the sleeve. Her tattoo on her left arm showed from the sleeve to her wrist, where a red fingerless glove was worn on her hand. On the other, she wore a long, black-and-red striped fingerless glove that ended further up her arm, but the sleeve covered the end of it. She wore a black cropped tube top with a yellow bomb silhouette centered in the front, black shorts that hugged her thighs that had a loose, studded belt that hung crooked on her hips. Impractical, but stylish. In addition to that, she had on black ripped stockings that ended mid-thigh on her right leg and just above the knee on her left. Her boots were the same as usual, with the usual pink changed to red.

She looked at herself in the mirror, trying a few different poses to make sure she looked good from all angles, then grabbed her phone to snap a mirror selfie. When a few were taken, she chose one and posted it to her Sinstagram.

Getting ready for a fuckin' BOMB night with @angie_fluffy_bootz!! time to shoot the shit! 💣💥✨✨😎

The Australian went to her side table to grab her hairbrush when it had posted, running it through her hair one more time before it was time to go. A moment later, her phone pinged. 

Angie 💖: hey bitch!! i'm outside waitin'! 

Cherri grinned excitedly. 

Cher-Cher 💥: brt babe! 

A moment later, the two met up just outside of the apartment and started walking to their first club. 

"Hey, Angie!! Fuck, that outfit's rad!" Cherri complimented the spider, which earned a playful pose in return. 

"Aw, this ol' thing? Nah, it ain't nuttin'. I just found it in my closet, no big deal."

"Oh, that include the two 3-carat rings on your fingers, too? Are those 'ain't nothin'?" Cherri pointed at his hands and raised her brow. Angel just laughed and sighed. 

"Just some little tchotchkes I had layin' around, yanno? Figured they'd complete the look!"

"Bullshit, I know you've been dyin' to find some excuse to show them off out in public! You haven't shut up about them since ya bought 'em!" 

"Well, I'd never wear 'em at the studio, an' I've been real busy lately so I haven't had the time." He rolled his eyes with his lighthearted tone, though his smile faltered ever so slightly. The cyclops saw this, and felt empathy for him, but quickly returned to her big grin with a gentle nudge to his side. 

"And that's why we're goin' out tonight and forgetting about all that shit for a night! Flash those rings and show 'em off to every damned soul we see! We're gonna have a good fuckin' time tonight, alright, Ange?" She looked up at him with her determined, toothy smile, the one that always came with her pep talks. That made Angel smile again, even wider than before, matching her expression.

"Hell fuckin' yeah!"

"WOO!" Cherri cheered happily with a laugh, then took him impatiently by the hand toward the nightclub just down the street. 

These two were inseparable. They were family. They could always trust each other and confide in one another, no matter what. 

A/N:

This is the outfit she was wearing!

[sharperthewriter]

The Twelve Days of a Possible Family Christmas

Good evening, everyone. I hope everyone is doing well this holiday season. And since it is the holiday season, I'd thought I bust out one of my old Christmas-related one-shots. It is titled "Twelve Days of A Possible Family Christmas." The description about it is...well...exactly what it says on the tin. It takes place about five months prior to the events of Graduation.

(DISCLAIMER: Please note this was done in 2018 and it is not for the current KP Winter Fanfic contest)

From the Desk of Sharper

With the holidays going on, I decided that, for Whitem's winter story competition, that I'm gonna do a one-shot songfic this time around. And since there weren't many last year, this could fill the void. The story is that, as per a Possible Family Christmas tradition, the whole Possible family sings the "Twelve Days of Christmas" but with a KP Twist to it.

It is set in Season 4, and, yes, Kim and Ron are still together. It takes place 5 months before the alien invasion.

The fanfic is approved for all general audiences.

Kim Possible, characters and settings, are created by Schooley and McCorkle and (c) by Disney.

The Twelve Days of Christmas lyrics are in the public domain and, thus, allowed on FFnet.

"The Twelve Days of A Possible Family Christmas"

December 24, 2006. 5pm, Possible household, Middleton.

James and Ann Possible were prepping up in time for the festivities in the kitchen. The house was all decorated with the help of the Tweebs. They rerouted the grid so that Middleton would not suffer any more rolling blackouts. Nana, Slim and Joss were all also in town, visiting. The Christmas turkey was baking in the oven and the props used for the skits were out in the living room.

It was the 17th Annual Possible Family Christmas Eve.

James took a sip of the eggnog that he had made with his machine. "The eggnog tastes as good as always, dear!"

James was wearing an ugly Christmas sweater with a snowman, brown shoes, and khakis while Ann was wearing denim overalls with both straps hooked over her green sweat, a pearl necklace and black boots.

Ann grinned, "Oh, James!"

She gave him a peck on the cheek and asked, "Can you add a little more cinnamon in it?"

James replied with a smile, "You know I will!"

He also made two more cups of eggnog as well for his most favorite guests.

"Check on Kim and Ron in the living room! We're about to sing carols!" Ann suggested.

"I'll tell them!" James replied as he went into the den where the crimefighting duo were at while holding the cups of eggnog in his hand. Luckily, since the villains were on a two-week truce, there were no missions to be had. Wade was at his parents, celebrating their family Christmas.

They were watching the promos for the "Six Tasks of Snowman Hank", which was to come later on tonight.

Ron was in a long-sleeved button-down dress shirt and baggy blue jeans that was showing off his pink heart boxers with a belt to hold them up. He completed this outfit with a simple gold chain R medallion and blue shoes.

Kim, in the meantime, was in baggy Club Banana denim overalls with the left strap hooked and the right strap undone. The undone side of the bib was flopping over her red plaid shirt, chunky Timberland-style boots, the choker and gold necklace behind her neck and the two chain pendants and silver locket Ron gave her behind her shirt. The CB ladies watch, two rings on both her fingers and large gold hoop earrings completed the jewelry department. She wore her hair in a ponytail and had purple eyeshadow, blush, makeup, red lipstick, and red fingernails. She was twirling her harmonica on the sofa.

Rufus, on the other hand, was curled up in a ball, sleeping right next to the Christmas tree.

"Evening, Kimmie-cub!" James said with a smile. He put Kim and Ron's cups of eggnog to the side of the end table since the carols came first.

"Evening, Mr. DrP!" Ron replied.

"Evening, Dad! Everything going OK for this year?" Kim asked.

"So far, we're on schedule!" James added before turning a suspicious eye towards Ron. "And, Ronald, pull your pants up because Nana is on her way with Slim and Joss! I hope you hadn't forgotten what happened two months ago with the whole hip-hop dating incident."

Ron pulled his pants up and tightened his belt so that only the rear of his boxers were seen.

"Thank you, Ronald." James said with satisfaction that his mom would not faint at seeing the blonde sidekick being Mr. Droopy-Drawers.

Nana, Slim, and Joss all came to the house an hour later. They were ready to sing the carols.

The Possibles all grabbed their microphones. Slim was behind the video camera.

"You got it recording, Slim?" James asked.

"This camera doo-hickey is runnin' like a gold-plated watch!" Slim replied. The red light was counting down towards recording.

"Since Ron is our favorite non-Possible family guest..." Ann suggested, "...I move that he will lead us in song!"

Kim held her harmonica right in her hands.

"Thank you, Mrs. Dr. P!" Ron said, blushing, "I've been around KP since our very first Christmas in Pre-K, so it's a wonderful honor to lead the carols this year! And I found the perfect tune!"

The instrumental tune to 12 Days of Christmas played on the boombox, courtesy of Joss. Kim started to play on her harmonica.

(Ron) And a one...two...and a one, two, three, four!

On the first day of Christmas my girlfriend KP gave to me:

Rufus sleeping right next to the Christmas tree.

On the second day of Christmas my girlfriend KP gave to me:

Two very smart brothers (points to the Tweebs) and Rufus sleeping right next to the Christmas tree.

On the third day of Christmas my girlfriend KP gave to me:

Three final school exams (Barkin: Stoppable, you're late again for exams. Ron: But, Mr. B, the bell didn't ring yet. Barkin: Excuse me, wise-guy, I make the decisions around here! )

Two very smart brothers (points to the Tweebs) and Rufus sleeping right next to the Christmas tree.

On the fourth day of Christmas my girlfriend KP gave to me:

Four Jade Monkeys

Three final school exams

Two very smart brothers (points to the Tweebs) and Rufus sleeping right next to the Christmas tree.

On the fifth day of Christmas my girlfriend KP gave to me.

Fiiiiiiiiiive BF/GF kisses (Kim kisses Ron on the lips. Tweebs: Eeeew! Cootie Alert) Four Jade Monkeys

Three final school exams

Two very smart brothers (points to the Tweebs) and Rufus sleeping right next to the Christmas tree.

On the sixth day of Christmas my girlfriend KP gave to me

Six Tasks of Snowman Hank a-playin'

Fiiiiiiiiiive BF/GF kisses (Kim kisses Ron) Four Jade Monkeys

Three final school exams

Two very smart brothers (points to the Tweebs) and Rufus sleeping right next to the Christmas tree.

On the seventh day of Christmas my girlfriend KP gave to me

Seven Grande-Sized Nacos a fryin' (7 Nacos are in the deep fryer at Bueno Nacho)

Six Tasks of Snowman Hank a-playin'

Fiiiiiiiiiive BF/GF kisses (Kim kisses Ron) Four Jade Monkeys

Three final school exams

Two very smart brothers (points to the Tweebs) and Rufus sleeping right next to the Christmas tree.

On the eighth day of Christmas my girlfriend KP gave to me

Eight cheerleaders a cheerin' (Goooooo Mad Dogs) Seven Grande-Sized Nacos a fryin'

Six Tasks of Snowman Hank a-playin'

Fiiiiiiiiiive BF/GF kisses (Kim kisses Ron) Four Jade Monkeys

Three final school exams

Two very smart brothers (points to the Tweebs) and Rufus sleeping right next to the Christmas tree.

On the ninth day of Christmas my girlfriend KP gave to me

Nine plasma blasts a dodgin' (Kim and Ron dodge Shego's green plasma blasts)

Eight cheerleaders a cheerleadin' (Goooooo Mad Dogs) Seven Grande-Sized Nacos a fryin'

Six Tasks of Snowman Hank a-playin'

Fiiiiiiiiiive BF/GF kisses (Kim kisses Ron) Four Jade Monkeys

Three final school exams

Two very smart brothers (points to the Tweebs) and Rufus sleeping right next to the Christmas tree.

On the tenth day of Christmas my girlfriend KP gave to me

Ten evil villain lairs a explodin' (Drakken's latest lair blows up. Drakken: Kim Possible, you think this Christmas Carol is all that, but it's not! Oooh I gotta catch up on the Snowman Hank promos!)

Nine plasma blasts a dodgin'

Eight cheerleaders a cheerin' Seven Grande-Sized Nacos a fryin'

Six Tasks of Snowman Hank a-playin'

Fiiiiiiiiiive BF/GF kisses (Kim kisses Ron) Four Jade Monkeys

Three final school exams

Two very smart brothers (points to the Tweebs) and Rufus sleeping right next to the Christmas tree.

On the eleventh day of Christmas my girlfriend KP gave to me

Eleven henchmen a clobberin' (Kim kicks Drakken's henchmen with relentless ease)

Ten evil villain lairs a explodin'

Nine plasma blasts a dodgin'

Eight cheerleaders a cheerin' Seven Grande-Sized Nacos a fryin'

Six Tasks of Snowman Hank a-playin'

Fiiiiiiiiiive BF/GF kisses (Kim kisses Ron) Four Jade Monkeys

Three final school exams

Two very smart brothers (points to the Tweebs) and Rufus sleeping right next to the Christmas tree.

On the twelfth day of Christmas my girlfriend KP gave to me

Twelve of my pairs of pants a rippin' (Ron's pants rip against a loose nail. Ron: Oh, this is just perfect! Juuuuuust perfect!)

Eleven henchmen a clobberin'

Ten evil villain lairs a explodin'

Nine plasma blasts a dodgin'

Eight cheerleaders a cheerin' Seven Grande-Sized Nacos a fryin'

Six Tasks of Snowman Hank a-playin'

Fiiiiiiiiiive BF/GF kisses (Kim kisses Ron) Four Jade Monkeys

Three final school exams

Two very smart brothers (points to the Tweebs) and Rufussssss sleeping rightttttt next to the Christmas treeeeeeee.

When the tune ended, the whole entire house exploded with applause.

"I knew you had it in you, Ron!" Kim exclaimed as she embraced Ron in her arms.

"From the guy that sang a naked mole rat, it was no big!" Ron grinned as the two kissed. "Now let's watch some Snowman Hank!"

But Ron then tripped on the carpet and the plastic cups of eggnog went off the end table, flying through the air. They both landed on Ron's face.

Kim couldn't help but giggle at her BFBF. Rufus woke up and sniffed the eggnog. He rushed over there and licked it off his owner's face.

"Ronald, you know you're going to have to clean this up, right?" James asked, glaring at the clumsy kid.

"Yes, Mr. DrP." Ron sighed as he was going to get the paper towels to clean the mess up.

The Possibles celebrated their family Christmas. It, however, turned out to be their last peaceful one.

THE END