#after six poolside

[avomagazine]

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This week we highlighted music videos from: 🍙 after six poolside 🍙 sugar 🍙 LANPAZIE 🍙 ULTRA 🍙 なるぎれ (Nargile) 🍙 小松成彰 (Nariaki Komatsu) 🍙 Leetspeak monsters

Since 2020, AVO Magazine has been curating a list of seven music videos by Japanese artists and bands across various genres, from pop and rock to metal.

Enjoy the music!

[jpopstreaming]

🆕🎶 「 星屑の街 」 new single by after six poolside is now available worldwide! 🌐 Listen now and discover new sounds from Japan on our weekly updated playlist 🎧 https://spoti.fi/3lgjH73

[charlesslut16]

-our time-

summary : you, george and your little girl are on vacation

PAIRING : dad!george russel x fem!mom!reader

WARNINGS : none

note : i hope that you like this one, lovies!

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The sun was shining brightly on a warm summer afternoon as you stepped out onto the terrace of the luxurious hotel. You held the hand of your husband, George Russell, who smiled down at you with his signature warmth.

In his other arm, he cradled his six-month-old daughter. The hotel’s poolside restaurant bustled with activity, the sounds of laughter and splashing water creating a lively, cheerful atmosphere.

"Isn't this place beautiful?" George asked, his eyes twinkling as he looked around. He loved going on vacation, as his busy racing schedule did not allow it often.

"Absolutely," you agreed, squeezing his hand. "And it's the perfect day for a little family outing." You were so happy to finally have george and your daughter for the whole day without any duties.

Your daughter gurgled happily in George's arms, her wide blue eyes reflecting the clear sky above. Her tiny hands reached out, grabbing at the air, fascinated by everything around her.

George chuckled, adjusting her sun hat to shield her delicate skin from the sun. Her yellow sundress flowing in the wind. Hey face showing pure emotion and curiosity.

"Let's find a nice spot," George suggested, leading the way to a shaded table near the pool. The gentle breeze carried the scent of tropical flowers, adding to the serene ambiance.

As you settled into your seats, a friendly waiter approached, offering a menu filled with delicious options. George glanced at Emilia, who was now contentedly chewing on her teething ring.

"How about some fresh fruit and a couple of smoothies?" George suggested, his eyes meeting yours with a knowing smile. "And maybe something a bit more substantial for us?"

You nodded in agreement, your heart swelling with affection as you watched George effortlessly balance his roles as a doting father and a loving husband. The waiter took your order and left, promising to return soon.

George gently rocked your daughter, who was now starting to doze off in his arms. Her tiny fingers curled around his shirt, and he looked down at her with pure adoration. She loved her father.

"She's such a little angel," George murmured, his voice filled with awe.

"She takes after her dad," you teased, earning a playful grin from George.

As you waited for your food, you three enjoyed the peaceful moment, the sound of water splashing and children laughing creating a pleasant background.

George shared stories from his racing adventures, his passion and excitement infectious. You found yourself laughing at his stories, feeling incredibly lucky to share these moments with him.

Soon, the waiter returned with a platter of fresh fruit, vibrant and colorful, along with two tall glasses of smoothies. George carefully placed your daughter in her stroller, ensuring she was comfortable, before turning his attention to the delicious spread.

"Cheers to a perfect day," George said, raising his glass.

"To us," you echoed, clinking your glasses together.

As you savored the refreshing smoothies, you fed your daughter small pieces of banana, her tiny mouth opening eagerly for each bite. George captured the moment on his phone, his smile broadening with each adorable expression your daughter made.

"She's a natural in front of the camera," George said proudly. "Just like her mum."

You laughed, feeling a warm blush spread across your cheeks. "She's definitely got your charm."

The afternoon continued in a blissful haze. You took turns playing with her, dipping her tiny toes into the pool, much to her delight. Her giggles were infectious, drawing smiles from everyone around. George couldn't resist joining in the fun, splashing water gently to make her laugh even more.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the pool area, you all settled back at your table, enjoying a light dinner. George fed your daughter her evening bottle, his patience and tenderness evident in every movement.

You felt a deep sense of contentment, knowing you were building beautiful memories together. You always knew that this man would be your husband and the father of your children.

With your daughter now fast asleep in her stroller, you and George leaned back, watching the stars begin to twinkle in the twilight sky. George took your hand in his, his thumb gently caressing your knuckles.

"Today was perfect," he said softly, his eyes reflecting the same stars you were gazing at.

"Yes, it was," you agreed, your heart full of love.

"I love you, darling" george added softly, the content in his eyes visibly showing.

"I love you" you said softly, giving him a kiss.

As you sat there, hand in hand, you knew that no matter where life took you, moments like these would always be cherished. The laughter, the love, and the simple joy of being together as a family made every day an adventure worth living.

And as the night wrapped its gentle embrace around you, you looked forward to the many more perfect days to come, knowing that with George and your daughter by your side, life would always be an incredible journey.

[jjungkookislife]

Love on the Rocks

pairing: hfth!jungkook x f. reader

genre: established relationship, college au, 18+

summary: Thanks to Grandmother Jeon, your friends join you for Spring Break.

wc: 3.6k

warnings: alcohol use/mention, grumpy!koo, mention of a quickie, mention of condoms, food mention, implied smut

a/n: support banner made by @benkeibear

date: March 23, 2024

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Jungkook groaned when you shook him awake. He tugged his pillow over his head, hoping that would let you know he was still exhausted.

Midterms had ended yesterday, on Friday in the morning. You had the rest of the day to pack your bags and head to his place for a sleepover.

Turns out, Grandmother Jeon had hit it big on the slots and purchased all your friends' plane tickets and rooms at the same resort you’d be at with Jungkook, her, and Grandmother Park.

You were excited to hit the poolside and relax. You had a large hat and huge sunglasses packed, bottles and bottles of sunblock, and a hot boyfriend at your side. You were beyond ready to relax after such an intense week of exams and stress.

 Jimin and Hoseok were already up. You could hear them making coffee and breakfast in Jungkook’s kitchen. Hoseok had slept on the couch after helping you pick your outfits for the trip. He slept over to help Jungkook with his outfits and to get a ride to the airport. 

Grandmother Jeon had arranged a limousine to pick up the eight of you and you had about an hour and a half to get your sleeping boyfriend up, have breakfast, and get Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi, and Taehyung up.

“Baby,” Jungkook groans as you straddle him. Your hands are warm on his bare shoulders as you rub them. He moans when you knead a knot near his neck. “No fair.”

“Come on, Kook,” you whine. 

“Don’t you want to sleep some more, baby?” Jungkook knows you normally sleep in. You’re often the grumpy one in the mornings.

Except for today, apparently.

“We have a schedule!” you remind him, kissing the spot between his shoulder blades. Jungkook turns, flipping on his back and ignoring the pillow that falls off his face and onto his bedroom floor.

“Do we have time for a quickie?” Jungkook wiggles his brows as he grabs your hips. You bite your bottom lip as he moves you onto his hard cock. 

“I know you two aren’t fucking in there when the six of us are out here waiting on you!” Seokjin’s voice comes from the other side of Jungkook’s bedroom door.

“Go away!” Jungkook shouts in response, groaning when you climb off him. 

“We’re going!” You shout back as you grab your phone charger, earbuds, and a kitty Squishmallow. 

Jungkook stares at the ceiling, cursing.  

Of all days to get cockblocked. 

Once breakfast is over and done with, you gather all your friends in the living room. You have a list in your hand that you made for yourself in your notebook with the little rabbit on the cover.  

“Phone chargers?” you start, making all your friends and your adorable sleepy boyfriend, show you their phone chargers and pack them. “Earbuds? Underwear? Swimsuits? Sunblock? Sunglasses? Condoms?” 

The men freeze and stare at you. 

You roll your eyes. “Come on, condoms?”

Taehyung smirks as he opens one of his carry-on bags. You peek inside and gasp as Tae cackles and shuts the backpack.

“Uh, looks like Taehyung’s got everyone covered,” you whisper, ignoring the rush of heat to your face. 

Taehyung grins proudly. 

“First aid kit? Toiletries? Snacks? Earplugs?” you continue reading down your list, making sure you check everyone has their plane tickets, bags, and passports by the time the limousine pulls up. 

Your luggage has to go in a separate car provided by Grandmother Jeon and you’re grateful you can sit back and relax on your way to the airport. 

Once you arrive at your gate (to confirm it exists), your friends run wild as they split up, heading in different directions for snacks and souvenirs.  

Your boyfriend starts to head toward the snack shop with Yoongi and Namjoon but stops when he realizes he’s left you standing looking at the screen for your flight. 

“Love?” Jungkook asks as he approaches you.  

“Go on, Kook,” you encourage him. “I’m gonna find a bathroom and do my makeup.” 

“Okay,” Jungkook nods. “See you in a few?” 

You nod, kissing his cheek before heading in opposite directions. 

By the time you meet up, Jungkook and your friends have taken up two sections of seats while boarding begins. After a quick headcount, you relax when you have all your friends in one place.  

Yoongi is on his phone, one earbud in his ear and the other Namjoon has as he sleeps on his shoulder. Seokjin and Taehyung share snacks, while Jimin sips his coffee and scrolls through his timeline. Hoseok eats a bag of gummy bears while waiting for the flight to start boarding, smiling when the first group is called.  

You rise, dragging Jungkook with you as Yoongi wakes Namjoon.  

Smiling, you greet the woman at the counter. You take out your plane tickets, standing beside her as Yoongi and Namjoon get their tickets scanned, then Jimin, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Seokjin, and finally you and Jungkook. 

“Thank you so much,” you say as you follow Seokjin with Jungkook behind you. You wanted to make this trip as effortless as possible and you may have a little anxiety of making things difficult for workers when you didn’t have to. You didn’t want any of your friends to have their phones die and not have access to their tickets, nor did you want them to have their data fail or lose service or anything that could make this trip unfavorable.  

The eight of you take up three rows of seats. There’s an empty aisle seat beside Jungkook as you take your window seat.  

In front of you, Namjoon looks out the window, while Hoseok and Yoongi watch a video.  Across the aisle from them, Jimin, Taehyung, and Seokjin are eating snacks, and deciding who gets what.  

The fight will be a few hours long, but you’re hoping to nap for most of it. Namjoon is already half asleep as the plane continues to board.  

Jungkook laces his fingers with yours. “Our first flight together.” 

You smile, kissing his cheek as he takes his phone and earbuds from his hoodie pockets. He hands you an earbud, “I made us a playlist.” 

“You’re so sweet,” you grin, taking the earbud from him.  

Jungkook holds your hand, smiling when you scroll through the playlist to see all your favorites. Any time you’d hear a song on the radio, you’d smile at him and say “This is our song,” so he made it so. 

The people finish boarding, and the flight attendants shut the door. You yawn as you rest your head on Jungkook, nearly asleep when the lights dim after the safety instructions.  

Before you know it, Jungkook is shaking you awake gently. The plane is about to land, and your eyes adjust to the lights.  

“Make sure you have all your stuff,” Jungkook reminds you gently as he puts his belongings away as the plane begins its descent.  

Thankfully, the landing is smoother than you could ever imagine and after a few more minutes, you’re off the plane and inside the airport.  

“Bathroom break and snacks?” You ask your friends as you head toward baggage claim. You know the closest bathroom will be less busy as the rest of the passengers wait to get off the aircraft so you rush toward it leaving your boyfriend and his friends behind.  

Soon, you’re heading to the baggage claim area with everyone in tow. You almost feel like a tour guide, leading them to the correct carousel to wait for your luggage. 

A man is holding a sign that reads, Jeons. 

“Um, is that for you?” You ask Jungkook as you point to the man.  

Jungkook shrugs but is distracted by a loud commotion at the carousel behind you.  

“My baby!” A familiar voice fills the space as Minji rushes toward you.  

Luna barks from her bag, not a fan of the sudden bustling.  

“Minji!” You exclaim as you’re wrapped up in a tight hug by Jungkook’s grandmother.  

“I’m so glad we arrived at the same time. You know I really do hate flying with Luna on board. It gives me the nerves and all that knowing she doesn’t like it. Oh, here’s one of the drivers. He’ll get the bags with his partner once you get them off the carousel.” 

“Grandmother,” Jungkook says, brow raised. “Not gonna say hi?” 

“Oh!” Minji releases you to hug her grandson as another squeal sounds behind you. Only this time it’s directed at Jimin before he’s wrapped up in a hug so tight, he struggles to breathe.  

Yoongi chuckles with Hoseok as Namjoon and Seokjin grab the bags, pushing them to the side as Taehyung counts them to confirm they’ve all arrived.  

“Can’t breathe,” Jimin finally whines as his grandmother eases up on her hold.  

“I’m sorry, Minnie. I missed you so much,” Grandmother Park says.  

“Come on, let’s get going. I’m hungry and Luna could use a nap,” Minji says as she directs you toward the waiting cars. Your luggage gets packed in one and the group splits up in two to get to the resort.  

It takes a while to check in and pass out key cards.  

Minji and Grandmother Park, Sujin, as she’d asked you to call her, were excited to check out their room.  

“We are on the first floor,” Minji informs your boyfriend as she holds Luna’s carrier close to her chest. Though the two grandmothers had a place nearby, it was going through renovations and the two decided to stay in the same resort as the grandchildren. 

“Wouldn’t you rather be on the same floor as us?” Jimin asks the grandmothers. 

The two women exchange a look before they burst out laughing.  

 “No offense kids,” Sujin giggles. “But you’ll cramp our style.”

Taehyung chuckles as he helps with their luggage; Jimin guffaws.  

“How?!” He pouts as he follows his grandmother into the room.  

“I can’t be cruising for men when my cherubic grandson is hovering around, now can I?” Sujin sighs as she sits on the corner of her bed.  

“Same,” Minji comments as she opens the drawer to put her clothes up.  

“Gee, I didn’t know we were so uncool,” Jungkook whispers. 

Seokjin laughs as he heads back into the hall. “We’ll keep our distance.” 

“Call if you get into trouble,” Minji states with a firm look, eyeing every one of you.  

“We will,” Jimin promises before he leads everyone out of the room.  

The eight of you split into groups with your luggage as you hit the button for the seventh floor. 

You and Jungkook are sharing a room. Across the hall, Jimin and Taehyung will share a room. Further down the hall near the elevator, Hoseok and Yoongi will share a room, and across from them will be Seokjin and Namjoon.  

“Let’s rest and settle in before we grab lunch,” Hoseok suggests as he drags Yoongi toward their room.  

Jungkook takes your hand as he drags his large suitcase in one hand and his bag hangs off his right shoulder.  

You drag your suitcase behind you while your bag collides with your hip at every step. You’re still tired from the early morning and flight but you want to check out the resort and have a good meal.  

Forty-five minutes later, you’re sitting poolside with a fruit bowl on your lap.  

Jungkook lies behind you with his legs spread while you rest your back on his chest. He’s shirtless, enjoying the sun for a little longer before you make him put the umbrella up. As much as you loved the weather, it was too toasty.  

Besides, you had wanted to eat before your hands got smeared with sunblock. 

 On the chair next to yours and Jungkook’s, Jimin and Hoseok have thrown their towels, snacks, lotions, sunglasses and who knows what else. They were already rambunctious with Namjoon, Hoseok, and Taehyung in the pool. 

To your right, Yoongi read a book while tucked under an umbrella. You knew it wouldn’t be long until he dozed off and you had to save his place with his kitten bookmark and dab some sunblock on his nose.  

“Open,” you instruct Jungkook as you press a strawberry to his lips. He obeys easily, biting down before moving his head back to chew. You giggle when you finish the strawberry and offer him a cube of watermelon next.  

“If I knew the two of you would be this disgusting, I would have gone with everyone else,” Yoongi huffs but his gaze holds no malice just teasing.  

“Aw, want me to feed you, little kitty?” You tease in your best high-pitched voice reserved for talking to babies and cute little things, including one Min Yoongi with his kitten bookmark.  

“Yeah, I’m out of here,” Yoongi shuts his book and heads for the bar.  

Jungkook chuckles before he kisses your shoulder, his arms wrap around your waist.  

“Mm, glad you’re here,” He whispers into your skin. He trails a few kisses across your shoulders as his hands squeeze your hips. “Though I wish we could sneak upstairs for a bit.” 

You giggle, “We just got out of the shower in time to meet everyone.” 

“They won’t even notice if we’re gone for a few,” Jungkook jokes as he takes the grape from your fingers with a tiny roar.  

Fuck, he’s adorable. 

“Let’s just put the umbrella up and finish our fruit,” You say as you pat his thigh and he scrambles out of the chair to do as you’ve asked.  

“Already got him working?” Minji asks as she walks toward you with Sujin in tow. Both wear large floppy sun hats, oversized leopard print sunglasses, and bright one-piece bathing suits (teal for Minji and yellow for Sujin) with matching coverups.  

“You know it,” you grin as the umbrella goes up and Jungkook rushes to open the one for Minji and Sujin. 

“What a good boy,” Sujin coos at Jungkook, who blushes and murmurs thanks before sitting beside you.  

Sujin looks at the pool to see Jimin splashing Taehyung with a water gun and cackling as he swims away. “Unlike my grandson! Who hasn’t stopped by to say hello!”

 Jimin’s eyes widen as his friends chuckle behind him. He gets out of the pool with a sheepish grin. 

“Grandma,” Jimin pouts. Sujin smiles and hands him a bottle of sunblock. “Get my shoulders.” 

Jimin nods as he opens the sunblock and moves behind Sujin. Seokjin smirks from the pool as he picks up Jimin’s water gun and chases Taehyung.  

Namjoon does a lap on the opposite end, racing Hoseok before Taehyung interrupts with his screaming.  

Jungkook takes the sunblock and puts some on Minji as you grab a drink of water from the table beside you. 

“How’s it going?” You ask as you put your sunglasses on. It’s definitely getting hotter.  

Jungkook hums as he races Jimin, wanting to be the first to finish so he can get back to you. 

“Pretty good,” Sujin answers as she swats Jimin’s hand. “Easy, I’m fragile.” 

“Sorry,” Jimin whispers. 

“Oh, hot grandpa alert!” Minji chirps, swatting Jungkook’s hands off her. “Go find something to do, kids! You’re cramping our style!” 

“We’re cramping your style?” Jimin guffaws as he drops the sunblock at the same time as Jungkook.

“Ooh, he’s got a friend,” Sujin smiles as she gets up from her seat, taking Minji with her.  

“I guess we’re on our own for dinner,” Jungkook chuckles as he watches his grandmother introduce herself to the two men Sujin spotted.  

“Looks like Minji is the life of the party wherever she goes,” you giggle as you take Jungkook’s hand to lead him to the pool. He goes easily, kissing you once you’re both in.  

“Hey! None of that couple stuff on vacation!” Taehyung shouts from across the pool.  

“Yeah,” Seokjin agrees as he sprays you two with the water gun. “You did that on our last vacation!” 

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “The last vacation is why you’re on this vacation!” 

Namjoon smiles. “Fair enough.” 

Sleep clings to your eyes as you feel warmth on your chest. You’ve tried your best to wake up early but after dinner the eight of you went to bed early and slept, the day’s travel and afternoon being too much on your bodies.  

Now, you could decipher it was your boyfriend making you warm as his arm draped around your middle and his fluffy hair splayed on your bare chest.  

After a shower and a lazy nighttime routine; the two of you had gone to bed naked, too tired to dig through your suitcases for clothes.  

The clock on the wall showed it was just after 12:30 pm and you stifled a yawn.  

“No wake,” Jungkook grumbles in his sleepy voice and you smile. You run your fingers through his hair, singing to him softly. 

“We can stay in bed all day,” you promise him but he rouses, pouting.  

“But then our friends will come barging in,” he frowns because yes, that is what usually ends up happening. 

“We can ignore them,” you grin as you continue to play with his hair. He hums as he closes his eyes once again.  

The next time you wake up, it’s an hour later and Jungkook is kissing you awake.  

He’s in a much brighter mood now that he's gotten enough sleep.  

“Jungkook!” You laugh when he kisses your lips messily. “I haven’t brushed.”

“I don’t care,” he giggles as he kisses you again, this time deeper as his hand cups your cheek. “Just want you.” 

The next few days are a whirlwind of lovemaking, hanging out with the guys at the pool, group dinner, and trying not to cramp the Grandmother’s style.  

You’ve spent most of the afternoon in the pool with your friends and Minji.

A romantic dinner with your boyfriend has just ended with dessert and flutes of champagne.

Minji, Sujin, and their dates for the night are at a table as far away from you as possible. 

When you had first set foot at the restaurant, Minji had made a point to hide behind her menu. It’s not like you and Jimin had helped them get ready or anything but Minji admitted she was a little shy when it came to dating with Jungkook close by. 

Minji wasn’t looking for commitment. She wanted fun and adventure, and nobody could ever replace Jungkook’s grandfather, so she didn’t even want to try. She was happy with her life, with Luna, her grandkids, and her best friend. She had it all (according to her), so you'd stay out of her business.

Slow music plays from the stage. The singer is crooning as couples get up to dance.  

You spot Minji and her dinner date dancing across the dance floor, smiling at each other. 

“Want to dance?” Jungkook asks after watching you for a moment. He knew you were admiring the couples on the floor.  

“Oh, I don’t know how,” you say sheepishly.  

“It’s okay,” Jungkook assures you as he rises from his seat. He pulls your chair out and takes your hand to help you up.  

“I’m not so sure about this,” you whisper as he guides you to the dance floor. He takes your hand in his and the other rests on your waist.  

You place your hand on his shoulder and the two of you gently sway to the music.  

“You’re doing great,” he encourages you as he pulls you closer.  

“I love you,” you tell him as you look into his eyes. A small smile appears on his lips as he kisses you. His lip rings are cold when they press against your lips, a soft moan escaping him.  

“I love you,” Jungkook said once you parted. The two of you continue to sway as the song ends.  

“Walk with me?” Jungkook suggests and you agree easily.  

The two of you head out the door, smiling at each other as you make your way through the resort until you reach the beach.  

Jungkook holds your hand in his as you walk along the shore. The sky is filled with sparkling stars but they have nothing against the ones in Jungkook’s eyes.  

The waves crash loudly as you approach the shore. Your bare feet sink into the wet sand and you’re glad Hoseok picked out a shorter dress for this.  

“I don’t want to go back home,” you pout as you come to a stop. The waves lick at your feet as Jungkook wraps his arms around you. He places his head on your shoulder as he looks at the water.  

“Me either,” he admits. He takes a second to kiss your shoulder and then your cheek. “It’s been nice having you to myself.” 

You giggle, turning your head to kiss him on the cheek. “You’re greedy, Jeon!”   

“Maybe a little,” he shrugs before he faces you. “But it’s only because I love you so much.” 

Your heart melts into a puddle of ooey gooey love for the man with the cute bunny nose. 

“I love you too, Jungkook. More than you can ever imagine,” you whisper as he cups your face gently in his hands. You grip his shirt tight as he kisses you, slowly deepening the kiss until you moan. 

With a soft smile, Jungkook presses his forehead to yours. Neither of you speaks as you gaze into each other’s eyes. 

“You’re the only one for me,” Jungkook swears as he leans in to kiss you again.  

The waves continue crashing as you fall deeper in love with him, wishing this moment never had to end.

© jjungkookislife - I do not allow reposts or translations of my work on any platforms, this includes Youtube.

[kaylopolis]

Alastor's Shadow (18+) - Chapter Twelve

Alastor x F!Reader, Alias: Thestral

Synopsis: There’s a new Overlord in town and it isn’t the Radio Demon. Six years after you fell into Hell, you have finally earned your seat at the table as Pentagram City’s newest and baddest and with the Extermination coming six months earlier than planned, it is now time to implement your ultimate endgame. After all, who doesn’t love a bit of power and chaos? Your plan brings you to the doorstep of the Hazbin Hotel as Charlie’s newest Redeemer, but who you find waiting for you will not only turn your entire plan upside down but also challenge your grab for power… 

Tag List: Slow burn, rivals to lovers, eventual smut

Masterlist Link: Masterlist

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Author note: Dear Hoteliers,

SUPRISE, YOU GET TWO CHAPTERS TODAY! Chapter Thirteen is also up! Posted a bit early because I was too excited!

<3 Stay smutty

Chapter Twelve- The Kidnapping

Content Warning: MINORS DNI!!!! (let me know if I missed any!)

“It’s been twenty fuckin' minutes!” Velvette kicked at the air. “How much longer do I have to fuckin' wait!?” 

The brat demon’s words echoed throughout the night. Pentagram City waited sixty floors below, V Tower being the tallest building around. The roof and top few floors were newly rebuilt, complete with a penthouse beneath Velvette’s feet and a rooftop designed for entertaining. 

Alastor sat tied to a chair, surrounded by a platform that overlooked three sides of the tower. Velvette had wanted a pool, so she got one, along with a hot tub and a poolside bar. It was designed with Sinstagram in mind. Of course, the layout is aesthetically pleasing for one with a proclivity for photos and videos. It also created a great place to stage a kidnapping with numerous installed cameras - courtesy of Voxtek Technologies - that captured every angle. 

The brat demon was rearing to go the moment she hit send on the video, including a live link to watch the battle about to go down, but what she didn’t expect was for you to take so damn long! 

The demon groaned in his chair.

“Oh, shut it,” Velvette rolled her eyes. Cell phone in hand, the brat had stationed herself in a lounge chair, attempting to appear nonchalant while she waited. At about three minutes passed she double-checked that she actually posted the video.  At about five, she was growing impatient. At ten, she could no longer sit still and took to pacing in her new boots - her outfit was meticulously designed for this fight because, of course, it was. At fifteen, she became angry. At about twenty, she was royally pissed off. 

“How dare I be made to wait!!” She turned to Alastor, beaten and bruised - the demon hung his head, slipping back and forth from consciousness. “You were supposed to be fuckin' valuable! You…!”

“Angel Detected! Angel Detected! Angel Detected! Angel Detected!” Velvette’s notification screen lit up with alerts. 

Voxtek’s Angelic security was now online, and its perimeter expanded out five blocks from V Tower - it was two, but after you attacked, they decided they needed a bit more warning time from incoming threats. 

Quickly, Velvette typed out a text before finding her place before Alastor. The Overlord was ready.

In a cloud of black smoke, you came flying down from above, landing in an explosion of shadow. The smoke curled away from your feet, invading the freshly placed tile of the rooftop. It lopped over the edges, across the pool, even going as far as Velvette’s feet before dissipating. 

The female Vee took a step back, out of reach of your dark magic. Clutching the knife, she pointed it in your direction, “About fuckin’ time! Do you know how long I have been waiting here!?” 

You didn’t respond. 

“Well!?”

You didn’t move, continuing to stare down the Overlord with your glowing yellow eyes. 

Velvette stomped her foot, “You have nothing to say!?” 

More silence. 

The demon stomped forward, her arms balled into fists at her sides. With tears in her eyes, she screamed, “You murdered my best friend and destroyed my home for no fuckin' reason, and you have nothing to say to me!?” 

Silence as the tension was building. Vox’s cameras zoomed in on you as if waiting for an answer. After a long moment, you held your hand up and…

… started violently coughing? 

You bent over at the waist, your hands on your knees as you coughed as hard as you could. 

“Holy shit. I’m… I’m… So sorry.” A voice choked out,, little puffs of black smoke escaped the hood as they talked. “I was holding my breath for as long as I could, but the smoke was… too much!” 

Velvette took a step back, thoroughly confused- that was not the voice she remembered you having. She grabbed her phone and scanned you using the Soul Scanner app Vox downloaded onto it. 

“Lucifer Morningstar,” the lady’s voice read out.

“What!?” She shrieked, taking a step back. The demon flipped to another app and pushed a button. 

There was a shriek from behind her.

Velvette spun to find you collapsed on the ground, nearly out of reach of Alastor’s chair. In your leather gear, your silver hair braided back into a twist that reached halfway down your back, the watch Vox had given you morphed. The metal bit into the flesh of your wrist, hooks preventing it from being removed. The metal contraption had delivered an electric shock so powerful, it dropped you where you stood. 

Velvette’s gaze shot between you and Lucifer, who had since thrown his hood back so he could breathe. 

“Oh, sorry…” Lucifer cringed, eyes red from the smoke.

____________________________________________ 

(20 minutes earlier)

You resisted the urge to smack your face. “Okay, let’s try this one more time. Fire.” You summoned your flame.

“Fire.” Lucifer did the same. 

“Smother.” You clapped your hands together, the flames extinguishing, allowing smoke to pool from between your fingers. 

“Smother.” Lucifer did the same, but instead of a wave of smoke, the King produced merely a trickle. “Hey, I got it!” The Angel beamed, jumping up and down like a proud child.

It had only taken like fifty fucking tries but sure… He did it. 

“Okay,” you huffed. “Now, do that while you're flying and while you’re standing there. I usually always have a little bit milling about for aesthetic purposes, so if you don’t do it, it'll be weird.” 

“Right, and no talking?” He frowned a little.

“No talking.” 

“But I have such good comebacks prepared,” the King pouted. 

“No.” You handed him your cloak. “Keep the hood up; she doesn’t know it’s you, so she won’t be able to see under the cloak at any point in time.”

Lucifer threw the black fabric around his neck, tying the strings together. “You don’t ever suffocate in this?” 

You looked at him dumb. “Smoke is heavy. It naturally wants to flow down and away. Let it do its thing, and you’ll be fine.”

The King pulled the hood up, “And no talking?” He prodded again. 

“The second you open your mouth, Velvette will know it’s not me. Just stay quiet till I can get to Alastor, okay?”

“Fine!” The King whined. 

God, you did not miss his childlike attitude. Okay, moving on, “Angel, what ya’ got for me?”

____________________________________________

(Now)

Move!

You forced yourself to your feet, scrambling for Alastor. While Lucifer distracted Velvette, you were to sneak in from the other direction and attempt to untie Alastor before she noticed. You tried, before you left the safety of your hiding place, to use the connection you fostered with Alastor to somehow send him some of your energy - if that's even how this connection worked. The demon tried something similar with you the day you couldn't eat anything. He came scrambling home and used his magic to calm the bubbles in your chest and infuse your blood with life. It worked then, but it wasn't working now.

Alastor remained slumped forward in the chair, his face unreadable as you tried to reach out. You released a tentacle of magic from your core, but when it slithered over to the Radio Demon, it couldn't feel him. He was still breathing, still moving, but his magic felt absent.

Which terrified you.

If you could just get to him, maybe you could forcefully push some of your magic into him. Actually, you didn’t even need to get that far, you just needed to reach Rolf, you just needed to reach his shadow. 

Mere steps from Alastor, Velvette hit the button on her phone, sending a wave of electricity rocking through your body. You dropped like a stone, hitting the tile with a smack, your cheek cracking open on impact. 

The female Vee spun, preparing to take on Lucifer, but the Angel had fled, leaving your black cloak in a pile on the ground where he once stood. You were on your own. 

“There you are!” She cackled. The female Vee kneeled beside you, your body refusing to move as the electricity slowly ran its course.

Goddammit, the wound on your torso burned.

“Awww,” She pouted. “Little Thestral finally came out to play.”

Fuck. 

“What? Didn’t think we’d figure it out? Ha!” She cackled. “Remember this?” The demon scanned your face with her camera.

The woman’s voice rang out, “Unknown.”

A memory surfaced of you and the remaining Vees battling it out at the base of V Tower. Vox scanned you during the fight, just as he had during your date. Both times, the woman called you “Unknown.”

Vox and Velvette have known it was you for weeks. Vox knew it was you today when he came to visit the Hotel and even when he was getting updates from Charlie. That’s why he wasn’t mad about you disappearing. That’s why he approached you again. He wasn’t apologizing. He was tricking you to get the watch on your wrist. 

The Vees knew and were probably stalking you for weeks. Hence why they’ve been so quiet. They’ve been lying in wait, watching, waiting to see where your weaknesses lie. 

And they found it: Alastor. 

You knew the Radio Demon wasn’t sloppy. He didn’t make mistakes, and he didn’t miss any of the bystanders who saw the fight go down that day. What he wasn’t expecting - what neither of you was expecting - was Velvette and Vox being smart. 

“Fuck you,” you gritted, your jaw stiff and tongue heavy. You spat, temporarily blinding Velvette with spit, and then punched her right in the nose. The demon fell back, blood spraying from her face, as you clumsily attempted to go for Alastor once more.

If you could just touch him… 

“AH!” You jumped as another wave of electricity ran up your arm. Your body went stiff as you collapsed and landed THROUGH Alastor. 

And then the demon DISAPPEARED. 

“Ha, ha!” Velvette cackled, her finger still on the button as you convulsed at her feet. Fuck, your jaw clenched so tightly that a molar cracked. Your eyes threatened to roll back into your head before Velvette finally let you go.

What the fuck was going on?

“Did you like that? My idea, actually.” She clicked a button, and the image of Alastor reappeared next to you.

The demon was in the same position - his head slumped forward, his hair covering his face. He barely moved save for a moan here and there and the occasional rise of his chest to show he was breathing.

“You can’t capture Alastor’s image. He’s made that bloody impossible. So why not re-create him?” 

You noticed the twitch in Alastor’s form then - it was a hologram. No wonder your magic didn't connect with anything. Nothing was there but light manipulated to look like Alastor.

If he wasn't here, then...

“Where is he?” You demanded, your words slurring with the effort it took to move your mouth. The last hit was harder than the one before, compounding on top of the other to create greater damage than one shock could do alone. 

Velvette checked her phone screen, “Dead.” 

You didn’t even humor her with a fake laugh or a dumb look. “Don’t give me the bullshit, Velvette. Where is he?” Life came back to your fingers, their movement stiff and constrained. You forced them to move, hoping it would speed up the process somehow. 

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it,” Velvette stood.

“Aww, do you really think I’m pretty?” You gritted. 

Velvette considered the thought. “Well, the black dress didn't make me want to barf..."

You rolled your eyes. "Thanks..."

Spinning, Velvette called out, “Crim!" 

Wait, Crim?

No one answered.

Velvette looked confused. “Crim!” She called out again, but nothing happened.  

“Where the fuck did he…”

“Change of plans. Sweetheart,” Angel appeared at the edge of the landing above you, a giant piece of metal in hand. It kind of looked like a futuristic looking… bazooka? The spider demon kicked a tied and gagged Crim to the edge of the railing.

Hell, yes.

Velvette jumped back, putting ample space between you. You took the opportunity to force life into your body, attempting to push yourself into a seated position. 

“The bad boys are tied up,” Nifty poked her head out from behind the bar, dragging a shark demon out into the open by his fin. 

“Sorry!” Charlie and Vaggie appeared from behind the hot tub. Characteristically, the Princess apologized as a shark demon fell over, smacking his face against the tile. 

DING! Husk and Pentious appeared in the elevator, kicking three sharks to their knees, guns aimed at the back of their heads - Carmilla Carmine weapons. 

____________________________________________

(15 minutes ago)

“Angel, what ya’ got for me?” You trudged over to the spider demon, who had a hodgepodge of handwritten notes before him. 

“Confirmed with Odette, Velvette ain’t just using Crim as a third party to buy the weapons, she hired ‘em, like you suspected.” Angel ran his hands over his notes as he talked. “But get this, she ain’t just buying guns, she’s goin’ afta big stuff.” 

Angel handed you a paper. “An electric bazooka?” You scrunched your nose in confusion. 

Carmilla never told you about anything like this. 

“Vox apparently hired some of their engineers, been workin' on it for a while.” Angel crossed his arms and leaned back against the bar. "We’re walkin' into a trap." 

“So, we just bluff,” Husk appeared behind the bar, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. 

“What?” You ask, grabbing the whiskey in his hand and trading it for water.

Husk stares you down but ultimately accepts the change without a fight. “Bluff, like in Poker,” He takes a swig. “Play like you got a good hand, even when you got a shit one. Make the other person fold before you lose and take the pot. It’s basic card skills.”

“Huh,” you thought, “that actually might work.”

“Hmm,” Angel pondered. “Ambush the ambush. Sounds kinda hot!”

Husk rolled his eyes. 

“Lucifer!” You yelled. The King jumped, clearly in deep conversation with Vaggie. “I have another idea.”

____________________________________________

(Now)

“Fuck yeah!” Lucifer flew over the edge of the building and dropped a pile of gang members onto the tile roof. “You just got fucked!”

“Dad!” Charlie groaned. “It’s ‘fucked up.” 

“Oh…” He cringed. 

Velvette’s team was surrounded. 

You knew it was only a matter of time before Velvette figured out it wasn’t you beneath the cloak. So, if you somehow got caught while Lucifer was distracting Velvette, he was to sneak away and help Husk fly the rest of the team to the top few floors. Quietly and quickly, they’d take out the Crimson Mafia gang - thus ambushing the ambushers. All while you made it seem like Velvette had you right where she wanted you.

Ignoring the pain in your torso, you pushed yourself to your feet. Your newly healed muscles screamed.

“It was over before it even started, Velvette. Now, where’s Alastor?” You demanded. 

“No!” She screamed. “It isn’t over.” She swiped something on her phone. “I had wanted to take my time killing you, but this will have to do.” 

Fuck, she was going to electrocute you to death. 

“No!” Charlie screamed. 

BOOM! 

In a panic, Angel did what anyone in his position would have done: he aimed the cannon and fired. A ball of electricity, larger than yourself, erupted from the barrel and was headed straight for Velvette. 

BEEP! BUZZ! BEEP! BUZZ! 

The watch around your wrist vibrated. And, because Vox had accounted for this, the projectile changed direction and headed straight for you. You had moments to dodge before it exploded beneath your feet, flinging you backward into the bar. Bottles of alcohol exploded, glass dug into your skin, and wood splintered around you as you smashed through the structure and went rolling toward the edge of the building.

The rooftop plunged into chaos as the Crimson mafia gang took the opportunity to fight back. The world was a blur as you came to a stop, your mind spinning, your body stiff and immovable as your muscles convulsed. You must have bit your tongue because your mouth tasted of iron.  

“Ah!” Velvette screamed. The demon jumped atop you as the sound of bullets filled the air. “Fuckin’ bitch!” She pulled out the knife, preparing to slash your throat. 

But Nifty was faster. The small demon jumped atop Velvette’s hair and pulled. “Bad girl!” She screamed. 

The demon fell off you as the two of them tossled. 

Move! You need to move! You flooded your veins with magic but the fire did not burn life back into your body. 

Fuck. 

Think. Think. Think! If not fire, then… Wait! 

"…shut down the whole grid!" Angel's words echoed in your mind. "All of Pentagram City was plunged into fuckin' darkness!"

If this technology was partially developed by Vox, maybe it had some similarities to his magic system?

An idea popped into your head. One that smelled of rain after a storm. One that felt humid like the deep bayou under a sky of stars. One that tasted of jambalaya and sounded of dirty jazz in a busy dance club…

Digging down deep, you grabbed that connection and pulled. Green static erupted over your skin, loosening your muscles and lessening the convulsions overtaking your body.

It was working! 

You pulled harder, allowing the magic to explode from within you. The static breathed new life into your body, even going as far as stitching your healing muscles into strong fiber throughout your torso. You soon found yourself able to move, your body in even better health than before Velvette gutted you weeks ago. Moving onto your hands and knees, you sucked down a mouthful of air, your body finally your own again. 

Jesus H. Christ, do not get hit by another one of those!

Nifty managed to get ahold of Velvette’s phone and tossed it over the side. 

“No!” The demon crawled to the edge, screaming in vain as the cell phone plunged to the streets below. 

You grabbed the Overlord by the collar of her shirt and lugged her to her feet. Your yellow eyes shined as the green magic enveloped your form. You could see the confusion in Velvette’s eyes, confusion at the control you now had over the magic which didn’t belong to you.

“Tell me or the next thing that drops sixty stories is you,” you could feel the power boiling, Alastor’s magic festering. 

His magic was angry and so were you. 

“You wouldn’t dare, bitch,” Velvette dug her nails into your forearm, her nails piercing your skin where the leather was thinnest.

“Try me,” the magic surged, pulsed as if fueled by the anger. 

At the other end of the line you felt something push back, like a surge of magic calling out to you. While Velvette considered her options, you pushed back and felt something similar to a door open. 

A heart beat. A breath. It was Alastor calling out to you in the same way you had tried to do before you left the Hotel for V Tower. 

He was alive and he was angry. You might not know where he was, but he felt okay physically. Just extremely pissed off. 

Good.

The static boiled, growing in power as a green aura emanated from you. You felt the shadows beneath your feet move, swirling about your ankles in anticipation of the murder you were about to commit. 

“Velvette,” you garnered her attention, your voice almost sounding static-y, “last chance,” you swung her body over the edge, her feet dangling off the roof. 

The fight behind her eyes shifted, “No.” she smiled.

CLICK! 

You didn’t have to turn around to know the barrel end of a gun was pressed to the back of your head. You didn’t have to look to know it was Crim who wielded it.

“Put the boss lady down, gently,” the Mafia Boss commanded. 

The static sizzled across your skin as you felt your demon form break through. Horns grew from your head, a sharp tail uncurled from your backside, and the sclera of your eyes turned red. 

The fangs in your mouth sharpened as you smiled. You had a better idea. 

You tackled Velvette around the middle and jumped. 

You summoned your wings as you fell, but unlike the last time you found yourself falling from this building, you didn’t aim for the cement. Instead, you pulled up at the last second - much to Velvette’s terror - and threw the Overlord onto the ground. Not enough to break anything, but enough to rough her up a bit. 

You needed Velvette alive and put together long enough to give you the information you needed - for now. 

Spinning, you prepared to ascend the Tower to solve your little Crim problem when two large booms echoed throughout the streets. 

Someone had fired two shots, honed in for your bracelet. If you were a gambling Angel you’d put your money on Crim.

Velvette cackled as you took flight, aiming for Heaven’s Clocktower. You watched the two balls of electricity bank as you turned, following you in circles about the plaza. 

Shit, these things could maneuver… but how well? 

You got an idea. 

The Entertainment District had the largest buildings in town and as such you often found yourself flying through what felt like a maze night after night. It was the perfect place to lose the two missiles on your tail. 

The first one was easy to lose. Heading from the Clocktower, you aimed for the first large building you came across. Banking hard right, you cut the turn so sharp your wing brushed the glass of the building. Taking a complete 180• turn, you headed right back for the Clocktower as the first ball exploded into the side of the glass building. 

Shards rained down like acid behind you, showering the streets below. 

The second one wasn’t so easily deterred, almost as if it had learned from the first. It didn’t sit as closely on your tail, and thus had more time to maneuver as you took the turns. 

Soon it became obvious, the thing wasn’t going to quit. Fuck. You were hyperventilating, your face drenched in sweat, your wings cramping with the effort. You hadn’t flown in battle in what…? Since before the Age of Man? Your skit with the Leviathans maybe… at least your torso was holding up. Whatever Alastor’s static had done, it healed you, leaving behind nothing but a scar.

Fuck, what to do what to do!? 

You craned your neck over your wing to catch a glimpse of the ball of blue electricity and that’s when you noticed the trail of green static following you across the sky. The sparks danced over your feathers and dissipated as they fell, like the trail on a shooting star. It was beautiful. 

Alastor’s magic: the one person Vox’s electricity couldn’t take down. 

Shit. Okay. Flight wasn’t working, so maybe it was time for fight. 

You dug across the connection, throwing open the door to find an entire well of magic you didn’t know was there. Yet this magic was warm - familiar. It tasted of rye in your mouth, wrapped you in a cocoon of protection like a small babe… You took hold of this magic and used it to fuel the static drifting off your wings. 

You had one shot at this, better make it count.

You soared skyward, till you were higher than V Tower. Then you fell. You spun so the ball of electricity was in front of you, your back to Pentagram City below. Grabbing hold of Alastor’s magic, you created a ball of magic of your own, composed entirely of Alastor’s static. 

Then you threw it forward. It collided with the ball of blue energy and exploded in the sky, raining down blue and green sparks across Pentagram City below.

“Yes!” You cheered, safely making your way to the ground. You landed on the edge of Cannibal Town and the Entertainment District. 

“Holy shit, that actually worked!” You laughed in disbelief. “Now for this piece of shit.” You concentrated the magic in your wrist and fried the watch. “Fuck you, Vox!” You ripped the watch off, gritting in pain as the hooks sliced through your skin.

The metal fell to the ground with a thud. Alastor’s static concentrated on your wrist, the green dancing across your wound. You watched the skin restitch itself and settle into a set of fresh scars.

Was this Alastor’s doing or some sort of acceleration of your blood’s natural healing abilities? Did Alastor’s magic amplify it somehow?

So many questions… Hopefully Alastor had answers because you didn’t even know where to begin. Sharing his magic…? What did that mean?

“Oh - !” There was a tug behind your navel so strong it knocked you back a step.

What the fuck was that? 

Another tug, this one even stronger. You braced yourself as orange and mint flooded your nostrils. 

The third tug knocked you onto your ass, but it was the feeling the card gave you that finally helped you to understand - Alastor was using his obsidian calling card to summon you and he had used his own blood. 

Which meant two things: 1. Alastor was desperate and 2. You knew where to find him. 

Without so much a second thought you took off heading for the Entertainment District. 

You landed at the base of V Tower the same moment a blur of black and blue went whizzing past you. Briefly, you registered the flying blurb as Vox - no, wait, he wasn’t flying. Vox had been thrown. 

The media demon slammed into a bloodied Velvette, the two of them flying across the cement before coming to a stop in a pile of blood, broken bones, and wire. 

Before you had a chance to register what was happening, a portal opened up about twenty feet away from you. The Hotel team came flooding out, weapons raised, prepared for a fight, but paused at the sight behind you. 

Your heart skipped a beat. 

“Alastor?” You breathed, your entire body going rigid as you turned and…

A body slammed into you, warm and familiar. Alastor threaded his fingers through your hair, the other coming to rest at your back as he pulled you into him. His lips came crashing down on yours before you got a proper look at the demon. 

It took your mind a moment to register that Alastor was kissing you, a moment before you were up on your toes, your arms around his neck, your body melting into him. 

God, he tasted like blood and rye. His scent woeing you in a sea of iron and rain. Alastor was a wall of steel, holding you so fiercely - as if you might disappear in his arms. 

The shadows about his feet danced - Rolf was okay too. 

The demon came up for air, but he didn’t back away. Alastor kept his forehead on yours, his grip tightening around you, as he spoke, “Mon couer.”

My heart.

He didn’t have to say anything more. You understood. You were a perfect mirror image to the things he had been feeling and to the relief you both now expressed.

He was okay. Alastor was okay. 

“What happened?” Was all you could manage to say before your voice broke and the ugly tears fell. “I thought they had you. I thought…”

“Shhhh,” Alastor shushed, using his thumb to wipe away the water from your cheek. “I know.” 

“Velvette was going to…”

“I understand,” he kissed your forehead. 

“I didn’t know what else to do...” You choked. You grabbed onto the lapels of his now destroyed jacket. “Please, Alastor… Don’t leave me.”

The demon smiled softly, your face in his hands, “Never again.”

He embraced you, his chin resting on the top of your head as he held you. 

Charlie approached you slowly, hesitant to ruin the moment but also so, so worried. “Are you okay?” she asked softly.

“Perfectly fine, Princess. Seems Vox found it pertinent to occupy my time in the Doomsday District.”

A memory flashed in your mind…

“Well hello there little pet, where’s your master?”

“Like Hell I would tell you anything!”

“So he’s still making chaos in the Doomsday District then? That answers that question…”

Fucking Vox.

“Is she okay?” Charlie asked. You could hear the emotion in her voice.

The demon smiled into your hair.

Then, Alastor did something that would shock you for years to come, he opened an arm and invited her in. The Princess wrapped her arms around the two of you and soon, so did the rest of the Hotel Natives - minus Lucifer. The King had been standing there dumbfounded the moment Alastor kissed you. 

Wow, he really did not like him. 

“This isn’t over!” Vox yelled. He was bloodied and bruised, as was Velvette who was helping him limp over to your little cuddle fest. 

Alastor had some fun while you were fighting the electricity across Pentagram City.

“Hmmm,” Alastor hummed. The group disbanded, taking a step behind you and the Overlord. “That is where you are wrong, old pal.” 

The Radio Demon persona slammed back into place. He summoned his cane and twirled, before resting his hands atop it. Although he was in complete disarray, there was still an elegance which he held that Vox did not.

You made a mental note of the lack of shark demons coming to the Overlords’ rescue. Crim probably realized they were losing and hightailed it out of there. No worries, you’d pay the imp a visit later…

“Kill them?” You asked Alastor.

Alastor’s eyes lit up in amusement. “Oh, no! No, death is too good for them. The punishment is far more fun if they have to live with their humiliation.” The demon smiled, his lips curling at the edge. 

“So then,” You looked to Alastor for permission. You wanted to show off for him, if he’d let you. “Unplug him?” 

The demon tipped his head back and laughed, “After you, mon couer.”

You took a step forward and summoned Alastor’s magic. Green waves of static licked your form as you dug deep into that well. 

“Hey, Vox,” you smiled. 

The demon stopped, his eyes bouncing from yours to Alastor’s. The demon’s screen glitched. “You're dating him now!?” 

You rolled your eyes, “Vox, we never dated. We went on one date and it was horrible.” 

Another glitch. “What!?” 

“Are you two seriously going to talk about this now?” Velvette groaned. 

“I was miserable. You’re a lousy date.” He was buffering, his screen going staticy as you felt Alastor’s magic reacting to Vox’s weaknesses. 

“And, you’re a terrible kisser,” you smiled. 

Vox shoved off Velvette and took a few wobbly steps forward. You were pretty sure his ankle was broken. “Now listen here, you little…”

“Uh-ah-ah!” You tutted. “I wasn’t done.” You closed the gap, and leaned in to whisper something in Vox’s ear. 

The media demon exploded, his screen shifting from lost signal to his face to static to random colors. He fell backward into Velvette, who barely managed to catch him. 

The cameras around you exploded, light bulbs popped, and storefront windows cracked. 

And soon, the entirety of Pentagram City was plunged into darkness. 

“Rolf,” you summoned the shadow. “Will you please take out the trash?” 

The shadow smiled at you, his horns curling, before he whisked Velvette and a short-circuiting Vox off into the night. 

And it was finally over. 

Alastor came up behind you and ran his hand through the static - it tickled, actually. The demon was absolutely mesmerized. “You are beautiful in red, mon couer,” He cupped your chin, his thumb running across your lower lip. “But green suits you far better than I could have ever imagined.” 

Your heart skipped a beat. 

“I told him…”

Alastor used his thumb to stop your lips, his eyes darkening. “I know what you said.”

Rolf swirled at your feet. The little snoop was eavesdropping.

Your face turned red. “Vox got a little close on our date. Not my fault that I could feel everything.”

Vox was all over you when he kissed you… It wasn’t for very long, but it was enough to know…

“Is it true?” Alastor’s eyes couldn’t leave your lips, his mind transfixed on their shape, their feel, the way they moved when you talked.

Ha! There’s the narcissist in him.

“Yes, Alastor,” you smirked. “You are much bigger.”

The static pulsed, reacting to the delight spreading across Alastor’s face, but you forced it down, forced the magic back behind its door. Now was not the time nor the place to get carried away. Especially considering you practically leveled a building the last time you and Alastor... got into it.

Actually, now was time for something else - a conversation you were dreading.

“Alastor,” you collected his hand in yours, “I need… I want to tell you everything.” 

“Let’s get you cleaned up first, shall we?” Alastor smiled, holding out his elbow for you to take. 

The demon wasn’t done with your previous conversation. “I want to hear more about what you think of me.” He smirked, his grin lopsided. That look always meant trouble. “And perhaps discover how you look dressed only in my static.”

Jesus… Did you - via standing up to Vox using Alastor’s magic and utterly humiliating the media demon - inadvertently turn Alastor on? You sniffed. Vanilla, Alastor smelled of warm vanilla… Your face was pink before, but now it was bright red.

This was an opportunity you were not going to let slip away. You wrapped your arm in his…

“Mikaela?” Lucifer took a step forward interrupting the moment.  

Your entire body went still. 

“Is that you…?” He asked. Lucifer looked as if someone had murdered a puppy in front of him.

Shit.

Vaggie did a double take, “Wait. Mikaela as in Mikaela Morningstar, the Archangel?”

You looked down. Your arm. Velvette scratched your arm - she cut the rune Stolas drew onto your arm! 

Slowly, you turned to face Lucifer - your brother. The Angel took a few steps forward, his confusion turning to hurt. 

“Mikaela.” He frowned. There was so much sadness reflected in those eyes it made your throat swell with emotion. 

“Lulu, I’m so sorry,” your voice broke. 

“Wait, hold up.” Angel raised an arm. “When yous told me ya were a head honcho in Heaven, I just figured you were an Angel manager or some shit, but the General of God’s armies? That doesn’t make any sense. I thought Michael was a dude?” 

“No,” Charlie stepped in, her face one of disbelief. She’s never technically met any of her father’s family and yet here you were all along. “Humans changed it.”

“Changed it?” Angel shook his head. “How do you fuckin’ change the fact that he is a she!?”

“Humans are patriarchal assholes,” Vaggie butted in, one arm wrapped around Charlie - whether to hold her back or comfort her, you didn’t know. Either way, the Ex-Exorcist was thoroughly irritated. “Can’t handle a woman being in a position of power, not to mention a warrior - the fucking warrior.” 

“Oh, yeah, that makes sense,” Angel agreed. 

“What are you doing here?” Lucifer asked. The King didn’t dare step closer. If anything, he moved in front of Charlie. 

Did he think you were going to hurt her? You would never!

“Dad…” Your voice broke just by saying his name. “... sent me to Earth to take care of something. It went… wrong.” 

Fuck how do you explain!?

“I couldn’t - can’t - go back.” You corrected yourself. Your eyes flit between him and Charlie. “I am not here to hurt her.” Your vision blurred with silent tears. “I would never hurt her, Lulu.” 

Your brother’s face changed, his eyes hardening. He stood at his full height, an arm held out to prevent Charlie from stepping forward or say anything. 

“You can smell deceit.” You both could - family trait. “You know I’m not lying.” 

Lucifer swallowed dryly, but he didn’t say anything. His gaze fell to his feet, the gears behind his eyes turning. He was deciding what to do about you. 

“I had nowhere else to go.” You continued. 

“Dad?” Charlie tested the waters. 

“Don’t, Charlie,” He snapped. “Just don’t.” The Angel, unsure of how exactly to react, how to think, or how to feel about you, turned and started walking away. 

Your heart broke at the sight of him walking down the street alone, abandoning you, just as you abandoned him. You took a step forward to go after him, but Charlie beat you to it. 

“Dad!” She called out as she ran after him. The two of them disappeared around the corner, heading for the Hotel. 

You looked to the group, but their eyes were on Alastor as he placed a hand on your shoulder. “If you’ll excuse us. I believe Mikaela and I have some catching up to do.”

Fuck. 

Husk shot you a look, his eyes asking if he should say something, if he should step in - ever the protective father figure that he was. You shook your head and let Rolf shadow you away. 

____________________________________________

“Are you okay?” The demon asked as you appeared in the Nothing. Pentagram City was a dot in the distance, a glowing presence on the edge of a sea of black dirt. 

You wrapped your arms around your middle, attempting to metaphorically and physically keep yourself together. 

Fuck, you didn’t care about how you were doing. You cared about how Lucifer was doing. The way he just walked away like that… He turned his back on you just as you did him. God, how could you live with yourself? 

“Sit,” Alastor commanded, his voice oddly absent of static. He summoned a chair from the Void and forced you into it, pushing down on your shoulders. 

You were numb - that was the best way to explain it. Your body and feelings were numb. 

Alastor knelt before you, one hand on your knee as he attempted to catch your eye. You couldn’t help but draw a parallel to the memory you shared on the balcony after you were injured. He attempted to comfort you then just as he was now, but the difference was he held so many questions in his gaze. 

No more running. 

“It’s a long story,” you scoffed, still in disbelief. 

Alastor’s face remained neutral, his emotions unreadable. “I have all the time in the world.”

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[octuscle]

Hi Chronivac,

Do you happen to have some kind of birthday package? It’s my 30th and I want to do something exciting to celebrate. Could you help me get a body that will give me the best birthday ever?

Even though it's your birthday, the day starts with the usual routine. An hour of running, an hour of hitting the weights. In the locker room, your bros have prepared a protein bomb for your surprise. Cottage cheese, protein powder and fresh raspberries. Best buddies ever! The meal escalates a bit into a food fight. But sucking the cottage cheese out of each other's crevices of your six-packs makes you all pretty horny. So the party ends with a little group sex in the shower. It's a good thing that the owner of the gym is a pal of yours and has personally smeared cottage cheese on your boner. Otherwise you would probably all get banned.

For your birthday, your bros have joined forces. It's time for a new tattoo. You stand in front of the mirror and think about… A little more bad boy would be cool. Something on the neck? Bad for the advertisers. You decide on two guns on on your hips that look like they're stuck in your pants. Cool stuff!

After that, unfortunately, you also have to work on your birthday. You have a few celebrities among your customers. Their workout schedule can't be changed because of a trifle like your 30th birthday. Besides, the photos in the social networks are worth their weight in gold on a day like this. You have to take advantage of that, of course.

The actual birthday celebration will take place poolside on your rooftop terrace. Yes, isn't bought by your money. But you live well on the generous allowances of your rich parents. Hey, if that bothers you, you're mostly just jealous. And damn, you give mankind a lot of reasons to be jealous of you!

It's 02:00. You've kicked out the last guest, the party service is cleaning up, you're floating on the air mattress on the pool. It was a great day! Happy birthday, man!

Inspired by a hot picture posted by @woolf200

[ateez-himari]

GQ MAGAZINE; SEGMENT

The Coachella-slaying, multi-language-singing, genre-obliterating members of Ateez are quickly becoming load-bearing stars of our global pop universe.

August 15, 2024

The expensive clothing layered onto the smallest frame in the group depicts an almost untouchable image, yet when the youngest member in question turns around it is pure warmth that decorates doll-like features when greeting the photographers. Himari is often referred to as innocence itself - main rapper Mingi calling her 'angel' several times throughout the shoot - due to radiating happiness in an effortless manner, though it reportedly was not always this simple.

Mental health has long been an avoided topic in the industry even amongst increasing hiatus frequencies, so when the maknae was struggling with heavy depression many remained unaware of her predicament. When asked about the impact of having to fight while keeping up an idol image, she explains that: "At times I couldn't even distinguish which one was the real me, the one who was tired of even having to wake up, or the one smiling at Atiny while performing."

"Even when I was genuinely happy felt like acting." She continues, manicured fingers fidgeting with a golden ring. "It was such a terrifying time in my life, but it helped me realize that there was no merit in pretending to be someone else or hiding my true feelings. Anger, pain, joy, fear, there's not one emotion less valuable than the others so now I feel them as they come along."

Seeing the avoidance in eye contact when talking about this topic I apologize profusely thinking that this might not have been the appropriate route, but she simply laughs before gracing me with one of her beloved cat-like smiles. "In truth I'm very shy." She reassures me. "People often see me as this very assured person because of how I am on stage, but in settings like these I tend to be much more introverted than with people I'm acquainted with."

The group is well known for hypnotizing performances high in energy with four members forming the 'Demon Line', adequately named after the specific type of personas they tend to embody on stage, which she happens to be part of. Conversing with me however is indeed a rather timid young woman, despite the dark makeup making her gaze much more piercing, who does not seem to share any commonalities with the siren witnessed by the audience.

Just when our eye opening conversation comes to an end several members come over to their youngest, praising her gorgeous visuals enhanced through the well chosen outfit. Therein lies another charm of this rapidly rising group, their genuine connections to each other. Being around the same people almost every minute of the year can undoubtedly become tiring yet even during the unit shoot between San, Seonghwa, Jongho and Himari, the atmosphere feels more like a regular poolside hangout than work.

While some poses do seem somewhat awkward between friends - such as Seonghwa holding her against his bare chest as he holds a thumb on her bottom lip - their six years together has built a strong sense of trust and comfort. A comfort that resonates as clear as the youngest's laughter while the older members threaten to throw her into the water, Jongho holding her across his shoulders like she weighs next to nothing.

[....]

Unique artistic expression plays a very large part in building an intriguing image around the group. ATEEZ's captain has lately risen to be a fashion icon due to his experimental style, Mingi has created his own brand with the usage of his iconic 'Fix On', and their youngest creates divine ink paintings, some of which have since been placed as permanent expositions in galleries.

The three of them form something known as the 'Producer Line', and are responsible for creating the group's discography. Himari is also an active producer for other artists of various genres, the most notable being SHINee member, Taemin. The latter, recognized as the second Hand of Midas alongside her brother, BTS member Suga, is currently fast asleep on the changing room couch on their manager's shoulder, surrounded by music sheets written for their Coachella performances.

"When you first meet her, she seems very calm and carefree." Yeosang explains while removing the accessories from her hair. "In truth even being a maknae, she takes on very similar responsibilities to our captain. Her studio is practically a second home at this point, that's how much she works. She doesn't even realize it either so either Yunho or I have to come drive her back to the dorm."

It becomes clear through conversations with the members that their rise from small agency trainees to performers desired by multiple music festivals can be attributed to their hard work. Each have their own style, personalities and defining charms, which makes every stage unique. We can certainly look forward to much more success from these talented artists as they continue to mark the industry.

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[chelseachilly]

THIS LOVE - chapter six | i wish you would come back

pairing: ben chilwell x reader

rating: T

word count: 1.8k

summary: ben's in ibiza with his friends, and he can't stop thinking about you...he just needs a little help figuring out why

A/N: long time no see! it's been a crazy few weeks - i moved, then i got sick, then work got super busy - so i'm sorry i haven't had time to update! i'm going on a little holiday this weekend so i wanted to get this out before i did 🩵 i hope you enjoy the switch up to ben's pov ;) xx

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Ben should be feeling like he’s on top of the world. He’s staying at a luxury villa in Ibiza with his best mates, coming off a big win and a goal for his country. He’s young, healthy, and successful. He should be enjoying life at the moment.

Instead, he just feels like shit.

He’s felt like shit from the moment you walked away from him at Wembley, declaring the end of your fake relationship. It felt like a knife to the gut when you left him standing there, unaware of what he did wrong, wanting so badly to chase after you but knowing he shouldn’t. 

He sat through an entire, agonizingly long dinner full of people celebrating and congratulating him on the goal, and all he wanted was to pull out his phone and call you to make sure you were okay. 

The next morning, Mason, Harvey, Tom and Woody practically dragged him to the airport and onto the private plane they’d booked weeks ago. It’s a rare week off for both Ben and Mason, so they wanted to make the most of it. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

In the past, a boys week in Ibiza was his idea of paradise. It meant days spent poolside catching up with the lads and relaxing before returning to his busy schedule. And the nights were usually dedicated to going to some swanky club and leaving with a hot girl.

This time, it’s been three days of their five-day holiday, and Ben hasn’t left the villa once. He’s been sulking in his bedroom half the time, and generally bringing down the mood even when he tries to force himself to have fun with the boys. 

He’s sent you a few texts to no response, and he would’ve been genuinely concerned for your safety if it weren’t for the fact that he could still see your Instagram stories - specifically one of you out drinking with some coworkers, including a good-looking guy apparently named Matt, who Ben may or may not have stalked on social media. The bastard - who Ben’s never met - may only have three photos, none of which are particularly offensive, but Ben knows for a fact he doesn’t deserve you.

The morning of the fourth day, he comes out of his room around ten looking for something to eat for breakfast, which he’s slept through every other morning so far, and is instead served with what can only be described as an intervention. 

All the guys are sat around the table, drinking coffee and staring him down as he trudges out in just his boxers - perks of a lads trip - still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. 

“You need to tell us what happened with you and Y/N,” Tom says firmly as soon as Ben sits down at the table and pours himself a cup of coffee.

He just groans and takes a long sip before answering. It’s way too early for this.

“I already told you, I kissed her in front of the cameras, then she got weird and ran off,” Ben repeats the exact same brief recap he gave them on the flight here. “I followed her out and she said she couldn’t pretend to date me anymore and that she needed space.”

“Yeah, we know that part,” Harvey says. “And I get that you’re disappointed she’s bailing on the PR thing-“

“I don’t give a fuck about that,” Ben interrupts, a bit dramatically clanking his mug down on the table. “Look, I’m sorry I’m bringing down the holiday vibe, but my best friend isn’t returning my calls and I’m worried about her.”

Although most of the people at this table could make a case for being Ben’s best friend, and under better circumstances would probably joke offense at his statement, there’s nothing but silence. They all know what you mean to Ben, the place that you occupy in his life and in his heart. It’s…different.

“She’s fine, mate,” Mason says softly after a minute. He’s always the calm, level-headed one in these situations, and although Ben is typically grateful for his presence, he feels white hot rage within himself right now. 

“You talked to her?”

“She texted me back yesterday and said she’s alright and she’s just taking a beat,” Mason responds, speaking carefully as if he’s afraid of saying too much. “Look, I know you feel shitty because you and Y/N got into a fight and she’s not talking to you. But have you thought about why she might have ended this thing?”

Ben runs a hand over his face. “I told you, Mase, I have no bloody idea-“

“Just think about it, Ben,” Tom chimes in. “She agreed to be your fake girlfriend, basically giving up any chance of having her own dating life during that time. Then she gets upset and bails right after you kissed her for show, in front of a bunch of people?”

Ben’s chest tightens as he realizes what his friends are implying, but he immediately shakes his head. It’s ridiculous. There’s no way you, his best friend, have feelings for him.

“No,” he says simply. “That’s not…she doesn’t…she would’ve said something.”

“Why would she?” Harvey asks, raising an eyebrow. “It’s not like you’ve told her.”

Everyone goes silent again as all eyes fall on Ben, who just nearly choked on his coffee as he processed Harvey’s words. 

“What are you-I’m not-“

“Mate, I say this because I care about you,” Harvey continues. “You need to get your head out of your arse and just admit that you’re in love with her already.”

Of course he loves you. His best friend since the age of six, his rock, his favourite person on the planet. He’s loved you since before he knew what love was.

Except he can’t be in love with you, because that kind of love ends. He’s seen it end, when his parents got divorced and when his friends have had devastating breakups. He’s seen people fall in love and fall out just as quickly. And that can’t be you and him. He can’t lose you.

“Harvey, it’s not like that,” Ben says quietly. “She’s…Y/N. She’s my best friend.”

“Yeah, but she’s always been more than that, hasn’t she?” Mason says. “I mean, the bond between you guys, it’s not like what you have with any of us, right?”

“Well, no, but-“

“When I first met you I thought you were already dating her,” Nathan admits. “I told Mase I’d never seen a guy so whipped and when he told me you weren’t together, I was shocked.”

“And you’ve hated all of her boyfriends,” Tom adds. “Even the nice ones.”

“They’ve all been dickheads,” Ben replies, though he knows that’s not entirely true.

“You two have always been more than friends,” Mason continues. “I love you, bro, but she literally took weeks off work to take care of you after you did your ACL. She moved in with you and drove you to every physio appointment until you were on your feet again. And then last year when you realized you were gonna be out for the World Cup and you felt like shit, she was the only person you would talk to. I think that’s when I knew for sure how you felt about her.”

Ben still remembers that night like it was yesterday - he was in the treatment room at Stamford Bridge, icing his leg, already knowing tomorrow’s scans would confirm what he felt the moment he landed wrong, and he was so upset about missing Qatar that he barely spoke when the coach and some of his teammates came to see him. And then he heard your voice in the hall, grilling the medical team to ensure he was receiving proper care, and he smiled for the first time since he limped off the pitch that night. 

You ran in, pushing past Mason to wrap Ben up in a tight hug and tell him everything would be okay, and despite how terrible things were at the moment, he felt so at peace in your arms.

“Mason’s right,” Tom says sincerely. “And it’s probably why none of these girls you hook up with feel right. You’ve already got your heart somewhere else.”

Ben feels his head spinning as he replays every meaningless one night stand he’s had, how something had always been missing.

He thinks about how it feels when he sees you in the stands at the Bridge, especially when you’re wearing his kit, and the way just seeing you gives him the confidence to be a better player. 

And, more importantly, how you make him a better person - how he’s constantly in awe of your career and how you help people, how it inspires him to try to do more to make the world a better place. How you’ve turned down expensive Christmas and birthday gifts from him every year and directed him to a charity worth donating to instead. 

He thinks about how you’ve stood by his side all these years, even when he was a cocky kid coming up in the Premier League and when he’s been a bit of a dick, you’ve always kept him from straying too far from himself. Through all the injuries, through every win and loss, you’ve been there. 

He thinks about how you literally agreed to this ridiculous, elaborate PR scheme just because he asked you to, sacrificing your own free time and privacy to help him out. 

Finally, he thinks about how right it’s felt pretending to be your boyfriend. It’s been almost second nature holding your hand and telling people how wonderful you are. It felt as easy as breathing to kiss you, and though he knows he shouldn’t have done it in a room full of people, he can’t bring himself to regret it. Kissing you was pretty much the best moment of his life, which means seeing you walk away from him on the verge of tears minutes later was probably the worst. 

But while he’s been beating himself up this entire holiday over the fact that he kissed you and the fact that he dragged you into this fake relationship, he now realizes that wasn’t his mistake.

The issue is that he should have done it a long time ago, and it should’ve been for real. 

“Shit,” Ben mutters under his breath. “I’m in love with Y/N.”

“Finally, he admits it!” Harvey grins, patting Ben on the back firmly. 

The rest of the boys grin and chime in with their agreement, but Ben is already rising from the table and pulling up flights on his phone.

“Where you going, mate?” Mason asks with a smug grin on his face.

“Home, I don’t want to wait until tomorrow,” Ben says with a nervous smile. “Wish me luck, boys.”

As he begins to jog back to his bedroom so he can quickly pack and get to the airport in time for the next flight, he hears Harvey call out from the kitchen.

“Don’t forget trousers!”

-

a/n: and off he goes!! sorry for the slight cliffhanger but i hope you guys liked this one, as you can imagine i'm very excited to share the next (and last, except for the epilogue) part and am already working on it!! let me know what you thought of ben's pov and any predictions for the ending! tag list: @captainwans​ @amandaaa1025 @bbygrlllllll @ncentic​@lunamelona @kathb59 @cinderellawithashoe @batmansb1tch @myheartgoesvroom @chillymountsjess @babygirlbenji @delicateearthquakellama @joyfullyswimmingface @xxenia14 @chaotic-taco-collector-blog @chilwellspulisic @maraudersmap123 @evelinapurmale @freekoalakryptonite (let me know if you would like to be added or if i missed you!)

[thedroneranger]

Daggers on Draught: Open Bar 🍻

Daggers and your requested drink combos! Shoutout to @gretagerwigsmuse @roosterforme @sylviebell and @beyondthesefourwalls for inspiring Open Bar 🥂

The bar is CLOSED. Drink up the OG Daggers on Draught, Drinking Drabbles and Craft Edition.

Also follow @love-in-light as she crafts cocktails based on this series!

Amelia

• Cherry Limeade (na) | Cherry Crush

Bob

• Angry Orchard | Apple of Your Eye • Aperol Spritz | Buon Compleanno • Arnold Palmer | Homegrown • Moscato | Fall for You • Old Fashioned | Bobby After Dark • Peroni (0.0%) | Love Language • Pina Colada | Beach Bob • Pink Lady | Pretty in Pink • Screwdriver | Breakfast & Bob • Stella Artois | Gift of One-liners • White Sangria | Happy as a Clam

Coyote

• Aviation | Laissez Le Bon Temps Rouler • Prosecco | Coyote Casanova • Cabernet Sauvignon | Uncorked Coyote • Margarita | Hot Up in This Joint • Sazerac | Good Libations

Cyclone

• Brooklyn | Checkmate • Gin & Tonic | Everything is Blue • Sazerac | Night Moves • White Russian | Heart of a Cyclone

Fanboy

• Bellini | No. 1 Fan • Bramble | I Feel the Need • Cayman Jack | Later, Gator • Hurricane | The Night is Calling • Moscato d’Asti | Shining So Bright • Pacifico | California Sunshine

Hangman

• Angry Orchard | Cider House Rules • Body Shots | Licked It • Captain Morgan | Adventure is Out There • Gin & Tonic | Gin & Jake • High Noon | Let's Go Girls • Jack & Coke | Save A Horse • Jack Daniels | Gentleman Jake • Margarita | Drinking in a Winter Wonderland • Maker's Mark | Marksman • Mimosa | Yuletide Greetings • Mint Julep | Cashmere, Cologne & Hot Sunshine • Paper Plane | It's Not the Plane • Pina Colada | Ride the (Heat)Wave • Ranch Water | Ranch Hand • Sex on the Beach | Cake by the Ocean • Tia Maria | Nigthtcap • Tequila Shots | Tequila Little Time • Whiskey Sour | Bon Voyage

Hondo

• Mojito | Minted

Iceman

• Bourbon | Puff, Puff, Pour • Vesper | GoldenEye • Belvedere | On Ice • Whiskey Sour | Old Friend

Maverick

• Boulevardier | Twice as Nice • Tom Collins | Old Time's Sake

Payback

• Midori Sour | Solo Session • Paper Plane | Wingman

Penny

• Bloody Mary | Hair of the Dog • Martini | Shaken Not Stirred • Mimosa | Sail Away

Phoenix

• Bahama Mama | Golden Afternoon • Bellini | So Classic • Fuzzy Navel | Poolside Peach • Long Drink | Now Imagine Her Holding a Long Drink • Merlot | Raise You Like a Phoenix • Phoenix | Grit & Glam • Shirley Temple (na) | Tastes So Good • The Last Word | What's the Password?

Rooster

• Blanton's | Giddy Up • Captain Morgan | Captain n' Cock • Champagne | Too Much is Just Right • George Dickel | Too Young to Know • Gin & Tonic | Ain't Leavin' 'til Six in the Mornin' • High Noon | High Noonster • Kamikaze Shot | Stateside • Long Drink | Long Day, Long Drink • Malibu | Just Beach • BB™rita | Salt and a Buffett Song • Margarita (strawberry) | Pourin' All Weekend • Margarita (spicy) | Sweet Heat • Tito’s and Lemonade | I've Got Sunshine • Bellini | Bellinis in Bed • Pina Colada | If You Like Rooster Coladas • Ranch Water | Take Me Home Country Road • Wild Turkey | Cold Turkey

[telekineticseance]

MASTERLIST

🍯 - fluff

✨ - smut

🔅 - angst

KINKTOBER ‘23 LIST

MATT STONE

🍯✨ : CIRCUMSTANCES series (matt x f!assistant reader) [COMPLETED]

- circumstances (part one) 🍯

- losing it (part two) 🍯

- working man (part three) 🍯

- entre nous (part four) 🍯

- bravest face (part five) 🍯

- chemistry (part six) ✨

- fly by night (part seven) ✨

- open secrets (part eight) 🍯

- in the mood (part nine) ✨

- closer to the heart (part ten) ✨

- time stands still (bonus christmas part) ✨

✨: tied up (matt x f!reader)

🔆 : kiss the bride (matt x gn!reader)

✨ : first time - kinktober ‘23 (matt x f!reader)

✨ : ten more minutes - kinktober ‘23 (matt x f!reader)

✨ : incapable - kinktober ‘23 (matt x gn!reader)

✨ : not yet - kinktober ‘23 (matt x f!reader)

✨ : smoke signals - kinktober ‘23 (college!matt x gn!reader)

✨ : the rockstar’s gf - kinktober ‘23 (dvda!matt x f!reader)

✨ : reunion - kinktober ‘23 (matt x f!reader)

TREY PARKER

🍯✨ : FASCINATION STREET series (professor!trey x f!student reader) [IN PROGRESS]

- fascination street (part one) 🍯

- strange attraction (part two) 🍯

- to wish impossible things (part three) 🍯

🍯✨ : DANCER series (90s!trey x f!stripper reader) [IN PROGRESS]

- part one 🍯

- part two 🍯

- part three ✨

🍯✨ : FAMILY FRIEND series (trey x f!reader) [COMPLETED]

- part one 🍯✨

- part two 🍯✨

- part three ✨

✨ : edge of glory (trey x gn!reader)

✨ : carnival rides (trey x f!reader)

✨ : never again (trey x f!reader)

✨ : purple passion - kinktober ‘23 (trey x f!reader)

✨ : demolition lovers - kinktober ‘23 (trey x f!reader)

✨ : call me - kinktober ‘23 (trey x f! reader)

✨ : secrecy - kinktober ‘23 (trey x f!reader)

✨ : late night - kinktober ‘23 (trey x f!reader)

✨ : drive in - kinktober ‘23 (trey x f!reader)

✨ : across the way - kinktober ‘23 (trey x f!reader)

DOUG REMER

✨ : new experience (remer x f!reader)

🍯✨ : headcanons - reader with nippie piercings

✨ : hail to the king (remer x afab!reader)

✨ : noise complaint - kinktober ‘23 (doug x f!reader)

✨ : neighbors - kinktober ’23 (doug remer x f!reader)

✨ : between us - kinktober ‘23 (doug remer x f!reader)

✨ : did you miss me - kinktober ‘23 (doug remer x f!reader)

✨ : trio - kinktober ‘23 (doug remer x f!reader x joe cooper)

✨ : locker room showers - kinktober ‘23 (doug remer x f!reader)

✨ : queen’s throne - kinktober ‘23 (doug remer x f!reader)

✨ : november - kinktober ‘23 (doug remer x f!reader)

✨ : alone - kinktober ‘23 (doug remer x gn!reader)

JOE COOPER

✨ : you’re fired (coop x f!reader)

🔅 : masterpiece (coop x nb/gn!reader)

🍯✨ : headcanons - reader with nippie piercings

✨ : trio - kinktober ‘23 (doug remer x f!reader x joe cooper)

✨ : third base - kinktober ‘23 (joe cooper x f!reader)

✨ : poolside - kinktober ‘23 (joe cooper x gn!reader)

✨: asphyxia - kinktober ‘23 (joe cooper x f!reader)

JOE YOUNG

✨ : ineffable - kinktober ‘23 (joe x gn!reader)

✨ : after midnight - kinktober ‘23 (joe x f!reader)

DAVE THE LIGHTING GUY

✨ : camera shy - kinktober ‘23 (dave x gn!reader)

✨ : safe word - kinktober ‘23 (dave x f!reader)

TED ‘THEODORE’ LOGAN

✨ : study buddies (ted x afab!reader)

[theweightofakiteofdreamsingold]

Poolside

Josh x Fem Reader

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, mature themes, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem receiving), dirty talk, the usual. MINORS DNI.

A/N: Serving a meal to all my hungry Josh gresties. Come fix you a plate. 😏 I hope you all enjoy this! It was a fun one to write. I'm very much Josh lane, so there will be plenty more stories of him coming soon. See you then! ♥️

✨Bajabule!✨

-Ken

You let out a pouty whine as you laid back on the couch next to Josh. He wrapped his hand around your shin, rubbing small circles with the pad of his thumb.

"What's the matter sweetheart?” He gave you a warm smile as he leaned his head back.

"Its so hot. I feel like I'm melting." You waved your hand in front of your face, hoping to feel the relief of the slightest breeze, but no luck. The air conditioner in the little one-bedroom apartment you shared with Josh had gone out three hours ago, and he had tried to call a repairman, but they were closed for the night, so you would have to suffer the heat until tomorrow. Josh was handling it better than you. He was used to the Tennessee temperatures.

You had met Josh on one of your business trips and hit it off rather quickly. You took turns visiting each other, but after six months of you both traveling back and forth, he asked you to move down to live with him. You had been here for almost four months and still were struggling to cope with the warm weather.

Josh stuck his bottom lip out in a pout, and grabbed your other leg with his free hand, bending them both at the knees. He leaned forward and rested his chin on your knees, his hands resting on the top of your thighs.

"What can I do for you baby? I'd hate for you to melt away. Plus, I don't want to mop you up." He flashed his teeth and winked.

You couldn't help but smile. He was so pretty. His brown curls were untamed and fluffy due to the humidity in the air, his beautiful tan skin was glowing with a light sheen of sweat, and his deep brown eyes sparkled whenever he looked at you. He was perfect. Sometimes, you were afraid he was a dream you'd wake up from too soon and mourn the loss of.

"Let's go swim." You bit your bottom lip and raised your eyebrows to him, waiting excitedly for his answer. It was late enough that no one would be in the apartment complex’s community pool, and you knew Josh would never turn down a chance to see you in a bikini.

He hummed softly and glanced at the clock on the wall. He ran his fingers gently up and down your thighs, sending goosebumps down your spine before looking back to you and nodding. "Okay."

He kissed your knee as he stood up and stretched. You followed behind him as he made his way to the bedroom to change.

....

"Is it cold?" You asked as Josh dipped his foot into the dark water. Just as you had suspected, there was no one around and the only light was coming from a few walkway lights and the moon. As you watched him shake his head, you noticed how beautiful he was with moonlight kissing his skin.

He walked a few steps to your side and slipped his hand in yours. You smiled at his dimly lit face as he pulled you close. You closed your eyes and breathed in his scent as he gently rocked side to side, and you didn't realize how close you were getting to the pool with his rocking motions until it was too late.

You let out a quick yelp before you were submerged in cool water. You found your footing and stood up, wiping your eyes. You heard his laughter before you saw him, and you shook your head, trying to clear your ears of water, and looked up at him.

"JOSHUA!"

He smiled his shit eating smile and shrugged his shoulders.

"You felt hot, love. I just wanted to cool you down." He jumped in and pushed his hair back as he lifted his head from the water. Fuck, he looked so hot. He moved closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He peppered kisses on your cheek and worked down your neck.

"Don't be mad, mama. I was only trying to help."

You wrapped your legs around his troso and your arms around his neck. You sighed and bit your lip as he licked little circles on your collar bone. He slid his hands up your sides and cupped your breasts, tracing kisses up to your jawline. He let out a sigh that tickled your ear.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered as he squeezed your breasts. You let out a soft moan as you felt a fire ignite in your core.

"Can I taste you, mama?"

He brought his mouth to yours, letting his tongue slip between your lips. A moan escaped you, muffled by his mouth. He walked you to the edge of the pool before he pulled away, giving you a sly grin, and placed his hands on your hips. He lifted you out of the water and onto the concrete edge.

"Let me see you, baby."

You looked around nervously. Your heart pounding in your chest. As if he read your mind, he rubbed your legs and kissed each thigh.

"There's no one around. Let me taste my girl."

He put his head between your thighs and slipped his pointer finger into the side of your bikini bottoms. He pulled them to the side and licked his lips. He looked up at you with sheepish eyes.

"Can I take care of you, sweetheart?"

The want in his eyes made your entire body vibrate. He was so pretty when he was asking to taste your cunt. You spread your legs wider and leaned back on your hands. He let out a quiet moan and leaned into you. As his lips made contact with your throbbing clit, he snaked his hands behind you, grabbing your ass.

His tongue ficked your clit gently, making you lean your head back and dig your fingers into the hard concrete. He pulled away and touched his middle and pointer fingers to your lips. You instinctively opened your mouth, sucking them in. You bit down firmly, causing a hiss to escape him. You wrapped your tongue around them to soothe the sting. He pulled them out and brought them to his open mouth and you watched as his tongue worked them.

With his eyes on yours, he placed his fingers on your clit, rubbing tight circles, before slipping them into you. Your eyebrows scrunched together, and your mouth hung open, you eyes burning into his.

"That's it, mama."

He slipped them in and out at a medium pace. Soft moans and whimpers flowed from you. He placed his free hand on your stomach and returned his tongue to your swollen heat. His fingers curled inside of you, hitting the spot that only he'd been able to find. Your hips started to move with his rhythm, and your hands found his wet hair.

"J-Josh. I'm gonna...cum baby. Don't stop. Please." You stuttered through heavy breaths. He worked his fingers at a faster pace, his tongue babying your clit. You felt the heat in your core rising until it exploded. As your grip got tighter in his hair, you felt him moan against you as he helped you ride out your high.

You could barely hold yourself up as you floated back down to him. He gently pulled his fingers out and licked them clean before he climbed out of the pool and helped you up, your legs shaking as you stood. He placed his hands on your cheeks and kissed you deeply. You could taste the mixture of yourself and chlorine on his lips. He pulled away and grabbed your hand, leading you to the lounge chairs that were placed around the pool.

He laid down and you noticed how hard his cock was. You bit your lip, your mouth watering just looking at it. You went to get on your knees beside him, but he stopped you with a gentle grab of your wrist.

"Sit on it." He pulled his trunks down until his cock sprung out, bouncing off of his lower stomach. You wasted no time slipping off your bottoms and straddling him. You ran his hard cock through your wet folds before slipping it in your entrance. You both moaned as he filled you up, bottoming out.

His hands found your hips, and his fingers dug into your soft skin. You put your hands on his shins and started to find your pace. Every bounce sent his cock crashing into your sweet spot. He slapped your ass, returning his hand to your hip after.

"Fuck. You feel so good, baby. I love how you ride my cock. So good for me."

His words fanned the fire that was already burning inside you. You brought a hand to your mouth to muffle your screams as you bounced fast on him. With his cock igniting every cell in your body, you felt like you could combust and float into the sky.

"Watching my cock slide in and out of your pretty pussy is absolutely sinful, sweetheart."

He moved his thumb to your clit, driving you to the edge with his touch.

"Cum for me. I want to feel you cum on my cock, princess."

You couldn't help but release on his command. You exploded and dissolved into bliss as your screams, no longer muffled, filled the space around you. You felt warmth inside you as he finished right behind you, whimpers and curses spilling from his lips. You rode him softly, letting him come down from his own soaring release.

He pulled you down to him, your arms on either side of his head. You littered his nose, cheeks, and forehead with soft kisses. He beamed up at you, running his hand up and down your back.

"You drive me wild, girl."

You giggled and sat up, letting him slip out of you. You stood up, wrapped a towel around your waist, and held a hand out to him.

"Let's go get cleaned up, my beautiful boy."

He gave you a shy smile as he tucked himself back into his trunks and grabbed your hand, pulling himself up with a dramatic grunt. You rolled your eyes with a smile and headed towards the door. Before you got to it, you were swept into his arms, giggling, while he sang you a little song that he made up on the spot. You never wanted to be without him.

You wanted this forever, and so did he.

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Marionette Ch. 7

Marionette (Ao3)

NSFW WARNING

Teia and Viago left Illario alone with Marionette in the picturesque forest beyond the de Riva Vineyard.

Tags and full chapter below the cut! Read the previous six chapters on Ao3 with more to come!

Handjob, blowjob, cunnilingus, squirting, double penetration, public sex, voyeurism, spanking, choking, throat training, edging, orgasm denial, prostitution, breeding, hair pulling, lingerie, bondage, sensory deprivation, rimming, marking, watersports, mutual masturbation, outdoor sex, scratching, puppy play, humiliation, creampie, body worship, wrap around, threesome, vaginal, anal, somnophilia, cnc, spanking  07

The narcissus flower had its roots in an ancient Elvhen story that had been told and retold since the beginning of recorded history. They said an elf had found himself so enchanted by his own beauty, that one of his gods had cursed him to forever grow by the poolside nearest his own reflection. When hearing that story for the first time, Illario had always imagined the brightest, most vibrant blue flower growing in a hazy spring field beside a clear stream turned silver in the moonlight. 

When he saw the bloom for the first time, he was disappointed.

It was only a small white flower with a yellow center. It didn’t strike him as the kind of plant to inspire mythology. 

It was only when he picked it up and pulled it to his nose that he understood. Bitter orange and woody notes filled his mind with the idea of a elf so beautiful all the world stopped and stared. He had worn the flower in his breast pocket for months after that. A new one each day. Soon enough, the flowers had propagated into the garden, and the white bloom was everywhere. 

The memory was the only reason why he recognized the woman's scent. But her flower was different. Darker. It coaxed him in closer. 

He wondered if the water loved looking back at the handsome elf. He wondered if the grass itself grew in glee of having been touched by him. 

Jasmine. Rose. Par Vollen Orange Flower. Vanilla. Musk. 

Touch me. 

Eat me. 

Devour me.

She was sitting on the other side of the table with all the languidness of a cat out in the sun. Her black hair was loose around her shoulders. It spilled like ink down to her waist. Her skirts pooled around her in the chair, and the red silk seemed even more vibrant in the sun.

“You didn’t answer my question before.” Illario spoke up. Viago and Teia had disappeared down into the wood beyond them, leaving the two alone. 

“Hm?” She turned and gave him an innocent look, but her smile was anything but.

“Have you been crying?” 

A muscle in her throat twinged below the red ribbon. “Such a personal question. And you haven’t even yet asked me my name.” She shook her head.

“I know it already. Your keepers were shouting it like hens clucking for their chick before they found you again in the vineyard.”

“My keepers?” She scoffed.

“Isn’t that what they are?”

“They’re… proprietors.” She corrected.

“Of?”

She shrugged and stood. She had full breasts that moved beneath the thin fabric of her bodice with each step she took as she paced beyond the table in slow movements. Her smell blew towards him in the wind. Her eyes never met his; and he knew it was not for any reason of shyness. She was playing with him. He felt a tightness in his chest and a warmth in his gut and shifted eagerly in his chair. 

“Marionette.” He pouted in voice only. She stopped her pacing, looking beyond.

“You don’t have to skirt around the word whore.” Her shoulders rose as she exhaled a sigh.

“I wouldn’t insult you so.” 

“It’s not an insult. To me, at least.”

“Don’t tell me Mama Teia and Papa Viago rented you out to come here to fuck you.” He said in feigned shock. Half unbelieved, half hoping it was true. 

When she did look at him, his heart jumped up into his throat. Her eyes alone were his answer. 

“And now you’re here with me.” He wanted to laugh. The grin that split his face was enough. The idea that Viago and Teia were… were… Illario swallowed thickly. She had been crying. She had been doing something. Something that made her cheeks red and her eyes glisten with tears. He wondered which one had done it. Which one had broken her and made her keep walking after. He wanted to do it, too. He wanted to do it better. 

“And now I’m here with you.” She mimicked.

Marionette was a few short paces away from him, standing against the backdrop of green like a splash of blood. Her skirts ruffled in the soft breeze. Illario tilted his head as he began to think. Viago didn’t leave them alone together by accident. Was this a test? Or a slight way of giving her away for a moment? He saw her gaze go to look at the trees. He wondered what was on her mind. 

Finally, after a brief silence, he spoke.

“Take off your clothes.” 

With her back to him, he saw only the slight tilt of her head, and the soft profile of her nose as she tossed a look over her shoulder before she began.

Slim, deft tanned fingers reached around her and began work on the thick, strong laces of her bodice. The thing was lined in silk, but most likely made out of a stronger fabric beneath like linen or canvas. The eyelets for the laces were rimmed with gold, and around her waist, connected to the edges of the structure were strings of glittering clear crystals that rung gently as she slowly pulled the piece of clothing apart. Her fingers worked at the bottom, untying a knot, and then slowly kept working up until the bodice fell around her ankles. 

She stepped off to one side, and hooked the bodice around the tip of her bejeweled slipped and tossed it off into the grass. She was left with a shift beneath, connected to the first layer of her skirts. A red silken piece of fabric with fluttering sleeves. 

Her body. Illario wanted to drink that forever. Long legs made longer by her heeled shoes. Slender arms with softly rounded shoulders. A small waist made half hidden behind her thick dark curtain of hair. Marionette pulled her black tresses over a shoulder to show off the deep dip of the dress, exposing the soft skin of her back. He saw the elegant curve of her spine and the barest hint of subtle marks on her skin where her clothing had bitten into her. It left sore pink marks in the shape of the hard line of the bodice. 

Marionette bent over. Her hands hooked on the bottom of her red skirt and slowly, slowly pulled up. It left, now, her corset and her petticoats.

She wore white beneath her red. Was that supposed to mean something? Illario covered his smile with a strong hand and leaned against the table. She was no blushing virgin, that much was true. Her silent undressing, her subtle movements. He saw the curve of her breasts from where he was. Her arms were still raised above her head as she tossed away her dress. He saw the way they moved as she lowered her hands, touching at herself where he could not see. But Illario had a vivid imagination.

His cock throbbed in his pants. He shifted in his stiff chair and swallowed. The anticipation of a good fuck always made him anxious to get it started. But what were her words? He had to earn it? He inhaled, keeping his eyes on her. He would not break this dance. Not until the right moment, at least.

Her skirts were tied in the back, and her fingers once more snaked around and pulled at them. The first petticoat. Then the second. When the last one dropped, it revealed white and silver garters holding up pale stockings attached at her tight laced corset.

And her bare ass against the wind.

He clicked his teeth and shook his head. She stopped.

Her cheeks were marked with the red lashes of a punishment. But it was no crop or hand that made them. It was a belt. A thick, leather belt most likely buckled around Viago’s waist. The lashings left angry red welts across her otherwise perfectly smooth skin, but the pinkish aching flesh seemed only to add to Illario’s arousal. He stood and wiped his mouth, walking over to her.

Still she would not look. It did not matter. He did not need her eyes now. 

He touched her thigh first. Then dragged his fingers across one band that connected to her stockings up to where it pressed against the curve of her ass. He pulled at it and let it slap back down against her. She jumped. Her breasts jostled at the movement.

“What am I supposed to think, huh?” He whispered in her ear. He could smell that black narcissus flower so strongly now. It mixed with her natural musk and the sweet taste of her sweat. He pressed his nose against her scalp just above her ear. His hand grabbed at the soft flesh of her behind. “Sloppy seconds? Marked by someone else before me?”

He spanked her and she gasped. His hands dipped low to touch her cunt and found it sopping. 

“I had to learn a lesson.” She replied, leaning against him, her shoulder to his chest. 

“I imagine it was hard not to.” His fingers spread her lips in several lazy movements. He touched her opening, feeling the fleshy juiciness, but he never slipped a finger inside. Her legs were shaking them, her breath coming in short pants. Still she did not look. “What was the lesson?”

She laughed. A sweet sound. His other hand found her breasts and took one in a palm. They were warm, full and firm when he gave a squeeze. “My place.”

His hands went down from her breasts to meet his other hand between her legs. One from behind, the other in front. He found her throbbing clit and swirled it with one hand. Her whole body shuddered and jerked at the touch. “So sensitive.” Illario chided. All she could answer back with was a moan. 

Her warmth, her wetness, her smell, her presence. Her voice. Her dark hair. The red dress and the white corset and her tanned skin and the marks on her ass and her shaking body. Illario was hard pressed against her arm. When she shuddered at his hands, she rubbed against him, adding to his arousal. 

Her clit was soft and fleshy. Warm from the heat of her core. Illario wanted to touch it with his tongue and taste her in his mouth. But his fingers did the exploring. He pushed apart puffy flesh and touched the puckered hole of her ass before giving her another spank while he kept working on her cunt. The pain was making her shudder and the pleasure was making her blush. Her gasps were becoming sharper, her moans shorter and needier. She leaned hard against him, her hips pressed against his fingers. 

Without warning, her right hand found his wrist and pushed him harder against her and she bit her lip and her back arched and her ribs strained against her corset. Illario felt her throbbing and her moans became strained. He didn’t slow down. He felt her body become tense and she shifted from foot to heeled foot and rolled her hips against his unforgiving touches. He groaned out a laugh when she moaned his name and finally, did she look up at him.

Her eyes were big and black and her cheeks were red and her lips were wet from where she had sucked them into her mouth through her pleasure. She said his name again, her eyes filling with tears, and her hand went from his wrist to his forearm and then to his elbow as her calls became more desperate until –

Illario pulled away and she nearly collapsed. A frustrated shriek slipped from her red lips and she gripped hard on his arms. He felt her hips bucking, her knees going weak. 

Her mewling and begging was near incomprehensible. Staccato words peppered by staggering, shuddering breaths. A flushed, pinkish face glowing with sweat and fresh tears. Illario was rock hard in his pants. She turned to him again, twisting her body so she was pressed flat against his chest, her hands going to his hair and pulling the tie loose, letting his long inky locks fall around his jaw. Small hands pulled down harshly on his neck and she slammed her lips into his. 

Their kiss was a warm, desperate touching of the lips and teeth. Illario tasted her saliva, sweet from wine. When she parted to gasp in some air, she made soft noises. Her hands were comBing through his hair, her hips pressing into his, her legs moving against him. She was needy, desperate, and Illario was the cause of it all.

He felt like that memory – like Nar’cissus, the ancient elf. He felt worshiped and needed. He laughed at her wanton touches. His own hands were dragging down her waist, feeling the smallness there made more apparent by her corset. He grabbed at her ass, and she hissed against his mouth at the pain. Would the Gods smite him down, too? Not that he believed in them.

The idea of sex is stronger than the idea of Divinity. Illario knew that well. He had people shrieking for the Maker beneath him, mumbling to Avvar and Dalish gods alike – crying out for the ancestors while he fucked them into walls and beds and floors. That too was a form of worship. It was like setting a coin at the feet of Andraste. Like leaving herbs at the feet of Sylaise. Like a lopped off braid for the Lady of the Skies. Like Lyrium for the ancestors. It fed him; his powers only growing with each sacrifice. 

She kissed his lips and kissed the face of a God – of one that held her immediate pleasure in his hands.

He moved down to her neck, feeling the rough edges of her ruby necklace against his lips, then lower between her breasts. She shivered and clung to him, her feet walking backwards as he moved them towards the table. He took one breast in hand, the other arm scooped her up to sit on the hard iron surface of the counter. Marionette wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him in and kissed him again. 

Illario knew what she was feeling; the hot anticipation and lightheadedness of want. She was breathless against him, hands pawing at his clothes to feel his skin; she managed to get his leather vest undone to expose his chest before he pulled off her again and leaned her back on the table. Without asking, she pulled her knees up to her shoulders, arms hooked beneath them, and she peered down at him. 

“Are you looking?” An innocent, poised question. She smiled, her face a mess and yet still so beautiful. 

Illario fell to his knees and pressed his tongue against her clit in answer. She squealed.

He could not describe her taste; she simply tasted the way she smelt. And felt. Warm, aroused. Musky. Her clit was like a soft fleshy pearl on his tongue. He swirled it wetly, feeling her hips tremble against him. Then, with one hand, he spread her out, fingers against her vulva, and he saw into the pinkish throbbing cunt that wanted him. 

A finger slipped inside and she arched her back and cried out his name. Her voice seemed so far away that it nearly didn’t comprehend in his mind. Illario shut his eyes to it all and felt her; tasted her. Devoured her. As she had wanted. As he wanted too. He lapped at her pleasure and curled his finger inside her, adding a second to feel for the soft spot inside he knew would be her undoing.

Her hand came down between her legs to grab at his hair and direct him more urgently to her budding orgasm. He paused.

“Show me.” He wiped his mouth on her thigh. “Tell me how you want it.”

“With your tongue – again.” She swallowed. “And your fingers…” He saw her lean her head back and take a deep breath before she looked down to see him again. “I want to make a mess all over your shirt.” She smiled.

A mess? He grinned back and pressed his tongue flat against her clit before finding the spot again with the tip. His fingers were stronger inside her, spreading her out, feeling her. He found a slow deep rhythm and felt her gasp around him. 

“Do you hear that?” She asked through shuddering breaths.

His fingers curled again. Illario heard it. Like a bell chimes of the chantry – the deep wet noise of a cunt near to bursting. The sound of clear trumpets calling a soldier home. She was close, and her stiff clit and her sopping cunt agreed. 

Her moans got louder, more intense. Her jaw fell open as he continued to work her until it was just his fingers curling inside her, wrist moving up and down. She was squeezing around him; the building pressure a tingling feeling around his fingers. 

“Cum for me.” He rasped. “Good girl. Cum for me.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and sobbed when she came. Her body shuddered and her legs shook and clear liquid squirted from her cunt, spraying down against Illario’s shirt. The whole table was shaking from her intensity and her hips bucked hard against the open air where his hand once was. He brought it down hard against her clit in a slap that earned another shriek of pleasure. 

His leathers were able to repel her mess easily enough. It slid down his chest and onto the grass. But the linen shirt beneath it was peppered with dark spots where the liquid made the color of the fabric damp. When he straightened up back to his feet, Marionette sat up from the table and put her hands on his shoulders. She had this sudden wild look about her. Glistening eyes, tousled hair. Her breasts moved in tandem with her heaving ribcage as she recovered from her orgasm.

 Wordlessly, she kissed him again. Hard, like before. One hand cupped the back of his head, and the other went down between his legs to cup him there. She was as hot as a burning coal. Her fingers were deft and quick. Illario pulled her hips closer and she pushed off the table to stand. She was so small against him, so hot and needy. She pulled off the kiss to look behind him and when he turned back to see what was there, he saw her skirts tossed onto the soft layer of grass. Like a blanket. And he knew. 

Laying down over her clothes, Illario extended out on his back. Marionette straddled him. Leaning over, ass in the air, she pressed herself against his chest, breasts against his sternum, hands by his head. 

Looking at her like this… Illario felt strangely at ease. His hands rubbed at her thighs as he took in her new look. Big brown eyes, streaks of dark makeup down her blushing tanned cheeks. Red lips, a softly rounded chin. Her hair spilled over her like a curtain of dark ink, covering him from the sun. He opened his mouth to say something, anything – to let a compliment spill out to break the heady silence.

Instead, Marionette leaned down and with one slow movement, lapped out her tongue and licked him. 

From chin to nose off to his right cheek, her tongue left a hot warm trail over his skin. Illario startled, his hands freezing on her thighs. His heart froze in his chest… but his cock twitched in his pants and his smile grew. She laughed when she saw his shocked face. One of her hands went back to fish him out of his trousers and she pressed his wet tip against her cunt, rubbing herself there breathlessly. 

His hips bucked involuntarily at the contact. He rubbed at her again, her stockings, her garters. He spread her cheeks and gave them a soft spank that earned a gasp of pain from Marionette, and then, with a slowness that could kill, she took him inside her. Inch by delicious inch, until she was planted firmly against his hips.

Illario’s mind went blank. His hands flexed against her skin and his eyes fluttered shut. He didn’t realize he had needed it this badly. But now that he was in her; her tight warmth, her fluttering muscles – he desperately needed more. A sling of small curses flew from his mouth as he watched her adjust herself over him. Hips swirling against his, thighs squeezing at him from his sides. She straightened up and dragged her hands up the bones of her corset to her breasts, where she grabbed each one and squeezed them, pinching at her nipples.

Her insides fluttered when she did that, and Illario groaned. 

Marionette set the pace. She leaned over and put her hands on his chest and started bouncing her hips against his. The feeling was magic – it was addicting.

This was divinity. Leastwise, it was the closest thing Illario could ever get to it. There was no other feeling like this in the world. When two bodies came together and created something new. There was power in the naked form. A power that was stronger than any mages spell or assassins poison. He knew just how far someone might go to get a glimpse at him undressed, or to feel the touch of his lips on theirs. It was worth more than any amount of gold any King or Emperor or Divine could pay.

Illario put his hands on Marionette’s hips and helped her slam herself down against him. She was moaning sweetly between them. Eyes shut, body shivering as he bucked his hips up into her warmth. The weight of her on him felt like a warm blanket, her nails were dragging down hard lines on his chest. The pain made the pleasure all the better. 

“Oh, Maker!” Marionette shrieked. She was speeding up. He felt her quivering around him. Illario felt his gut go taught. His toes curled in his boots. He bit his lip. There was no time to call out her name. There was not even a thought to pull out of her. Instead. He threw his head back, groaned, bucked his hips up hard into her, and came. 

She gave a gasping shiver. Her own body squeezed around him, throbbing and sucking him in, taking him all the way inside her as his hips gave thrust after thrust in tandem with the roping of his seed. 

He touched her breasts. They were warm and soft. He took a nipple between his fingers and rolled the hard bud to see the skin twist and react. 

“Don’t stop.” She  shook her head. She grabbed his wrist and pushed him harder against her. “Don’t ask me to stop.” Adjusting herself, she leaned back into a squat, her hands on her knees. Illario could see himself between them where his cock disappeared into her cunt. He saw his own cum leaking down around his length from inside her. He gasped.  

“So eager for more?”

“You’re still hard.” She lifted herself up and slammed herself back down again. Illario squirmed, a sweet noise slipping from his lips he had never made before.

She was right. He hadn’t gone soft after he spilled out inside her. He was still throbbing and riding the high of his first orgasm, but it seemed Marionette wanted more. Illario had never gone beyond the first climax. He had become an expert in foreplay enough so when he finished, his partner would already be too worn out to go on. But Marionette?

The wild look in her eye had not gone away. She was bouncing on him with reckless abandon, her head leaned back with eyes closed, moaning to herself. Illario ground his teeth. He was sensitive – each slap of skin and stroke inside her was like hot fire in his belly. Something was winding up tight in his chest. He grabbed her ankles to steady himself, but his groans turned to moans turned to whimpering as he strayed further and further from the edge of the known limits of his body.

It was like being in your cups – being too in your cups. Drunkenness. But this was no ordinary tipsy feeling. Illario’s hips jerked up against hers and he was struggling to maintain his cool. His hands were palming her, his speech stuttering, his breaths getting caught in his throat. She kept riding, she kept fucking him. She kept moaning and taking from him things he didn’t know he had and he fucking loved it.

His head lolled back against the soft grass. The smell of the black narcissus perfume mixed with the scent of their fucking and the freshness of the grass loomed hard above his head. His vision spotted as his pleasure mounted to a head. He did not notice his eyes closing. He could not tell the light from the dark. She was everything. 

“Illario.” She growled his name, her hands on his chest. Her magic poured from her hands in a wave of purple electric bolts that shocked him back into the present. His skin was on fire, his cock was painfully hard inside her. He wanted to cum again – he was going to come again –

He gasped, grabbed her waist and bit down hard on his lips and cried out. His hips lifted off the ground and halted her bouncing. This time, he really did shut his eyes. They squeezed closed and his teeth tore into the soft flesh of his lower lip and his cock buried itself deep in the warmth of the woman above him. He did not notice her own orgasm, thrumming against him. Nor her kisses on his neck and on his chest. Illario was gasping for air so hard it felt like he had almost drowned. 

With a hammering heart, he stared blankly above him, feeling everything and nothing. His legs were full of static and his mind was slowly, slowly coming back to him.

Where had he gone? He asked himself after a few moments passed. The Golden City? Had he left his body momentarily and touched the heavens? He swallowed thickly, suddenly in dire need for water. Marionette pulled off him and he cursed, his tip flushed and sensitive as it left her warmth.

She leaned back and showed him her cunt. A throbbing clit, his cum leaking from her folds like a divine fountain. It dribbled down to his toned stomach and on his leathers, drip by drip. Long fingers spread herself apart. 

“Illario.” She moaned with a giggle. “Look.”

“What,” He swallowed. “Did you do to me?”

“Was it too much?” She tilted her head. Her fingers found her clit and swirled on the pinkish muscle. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” Marionette spoke through pursed lips, as if speaking to a child. Illario did not have the capacity to comprehend nor care for her sarcastic remarks. The fact that she was still able to keep going… His eyes followed her fingers moving in slow languid circles. 

“I – no.” He cleared his throat and tried to laugh it off. “No. You didn’t.”

She leaned over to one side and crawled off him. “I didn’t?”

“I don’t scare easily.”

“You cum easily.”

“It’s like that now, huh?” He laughed. 

She wiped at her face, smearing away the mess of tears and makeup off her cheeks before pulling at her petticoats from underneath Illario. He sat up and shuffled himself back into his pants. 

“Guess I can’t compete with professionals.”

She paused in her dressing, still on her knees. With a cocked brow, she pulled her petticoat to her chest to cover herself. “You did wonderful.” She assured. “I don’t know why… but I couldn’t stop myself. You were touching me all over and looking at me with those blue eyes of yours…” She stood. “Tell me you’re staying a while.”

Illario wiped himself clean with a handkerchief from his pocket. “I was going to stay for the wine.” He sighed, shrugging. “Though now, I think I’ll stay for something.”

“Which is?”

“The view.”

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Rules of the Harem (Rule 2)

Tensions start to rise in the house, so a method of resolving conflicts is proposed.

Steve-O X Fem!Reader, Chris Pontius X Fem!Reader

(Fluff, Angst)

1k Words

Warnings: Highly suggestive content, nudity, violence, fighting, alcohol, electrocution, BDSM mention, use of honorifics (Ma’am)

An: Hello again! I’m really enjoying this series so far, and I hope you all are enjoying it as well! Fun fact: I wrote all of these chapters in the same week while on vacation! If they read slightly differently, it’s because I couldn’t get in contact with my usual beta reader during that time, but let me know which style you prefer! Thank you for sending in your requests, and please keep them coming! :)

That afternoon, your backyard was a scene straight out of one of those Greek myth stories with all the flirty nymph girls giggling and splashing around naked in the streams. You were about a month or so into the six of you living together, and given how close the guys had gotten. They decided out of the blue to go skinny dipping even though they had their trunks on hand. Chris said something about getting rid of those pesky mankini tan lines, but you knew they were putting on this show for you because how could the lady of the house expect any less? You had a huge yard, anyways- five thousand square feet of carved marble and intricate stonework, fenced in with meticulously groomed shrubbery- and your neighbors at this point knew not to try and steal a peek, so it’s not like anyone would see them. You sat back poolside in your lounge chair, in your long, silky robe, and watched.

Now this would be all fine and dandy and the kind of thing you would revel in if you hadn’t neglected one detail: Steve was gone. Well, not gone gone, but out of your sight. He was, as you would come to find out, on the roof, and yes, he was still naked. As he took a running start to leap into the water, the only image you saw was the glowing halo of his silhouette from the sun. His landing and the resulting splash were both incidentally directly in front of Ryan, completely soaking him. Standing up, he jumped in after Steve, but you were distracted chatting up Chris, who was sunning that spectacularly muscular body of his to notice. You didn’t exactly see when the play fighting transitioned into real fighting, but It was probably around when Steve stuck his head out from the froth and yelled to Chris, alerting your attention to the way Bam and Ryan had been ganging up on him. Rushing to his buddy’s aid, Chris dove in after him, and you still sat exactly where you were sitting twenty minutes ago, just watching.

Of course it was Johnny, the most responsible of the five, that broke up the fight. Reaching into Steve’s backpack, which was sitting slumped against the leg of a pool chair, he found something he knew would get the guys’ attention- firecrackers. So before they tore each other limb from limb, he lit them up and beamed them down onto the pool deck. Under the same logic that works on dinosaurs in movies, the loud cracking and sparkling was very effective at breaking up the brawl, turning aggression to confusion. It was like when the lifeguards call adult swim, only a lifeguard would probably have a little more grace than Johnny, who unceremoniously grabbed Bam by the hair and yanked him to sit on the edge of the pool. That left the rest of the guys in the water, trying to shrug off embarrassment.

You actually had one of the other guys go grab Steve due to the fact it was hard to predict where he was at any given time: normally sleeping in a closet or on the floor somewhere, sometimes in an actual bed, and once hanging from the French cast bronze chandelier by his ankles. But wherever he was, he was in your room, now in his usual outfit consisting entirely of his too-low pants that showed off his flannel boxers. Steve crept into your room like a kid who was just called into the principal’s office and didn’t feel bad in the slightest for what he had done. “You are unbelievable…” He snickered, getting that mischievous glint in his eye as he sat down on the bed next to you, “What’s the matter? You’re gonna punish me?” He was lucky he sounded cute all waterlogged, but even though you would typically be down for that, you put your foot down. “I’m serious! I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we have rules here.” Guilt crept onto his face as you kind of lectured him. “If you keep this up, I might have to kick you out.” Usually he wouldn’t fall for this kinda thing that easily, but under the pressure of your scrutinizing gaze, Steve sighed, relenting, “Alright, I’m sorry, ma’am…But- I’ll make it up to you!”

In exchange for starting the fight, you pushed the responsibility of determining a less violent way of settling disagreements onto him, and Steve whipped up with an idea straight out of the Middle Ages. It came from, of all places, an episode of Wildboyz they filmed in Argentina, and a stunt that boiled down to him and Chris dueling each other with cattle prods. The matches would be staged in the backyard, two men to a duel, no shirts (per your request)- but instead of the winner being designated by who was still standing, it was more of a game of electrical chicken seeing who could stand getting shocked the most before they threw in the towel.

This gave you something new to watch. Going back to that Ancient Greece metaphor, it was as if you had your own personal gladiator ring, and this image was in any way dissuaded by the fact that the first time you tested it was with Chris and Ryan, who both had that sort of strong, warrior build. See, they were having a disagreement over a game of pool because Bam leapt onto the green felt of the table before either could win, and after you suggested it, both were happy to go back and forth nailing each other. The way they stood across from each other silhouetted by the setting sun made them look like cowboys preparing for a duel before Ryan made the first move, lunging at him. And as the duel raged on, they actually seemed to be enjoying this, the atmosphere turning less aggressive and more playful with every yelp or surprised laugh. Even the spectators- Johnny, Bam, Steve, and you- were all having a fun time watching this sport.

Ryan gave in, dropping his cattle prod in a sign of defeat, “Dude- dude, I’m done. Fucking Christ- that sucks.” Rushing to his side, you wrapped your arms around Chris’ shoulders and planted a kiss on his cheek as he chuckled triumphantly. Oh, he would be getting a reward from you later, both for winning and looking so good while doing it- and hell, Steve deserved one too for coming up with that plan. What a smart guy.

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Elliot and Emma: “It’s been fun. We’ve had a good run, but you parked in my spot. I’m going to have to kill you now.”

Because I love them and desperately need fluff.

"It’s been fun."

Emma looked up from her book as her brother strode onto the pool deck at their parents house. It wasn't warm enough yet for a true pool day, but the sun made it warm enough to lounge poolside in a pair of jeans and a sweater.

"What's been—?" Emma began, only for Elliot to cut her off as he continued.

"We’ve had a good run, you and I," he mused. "Some days, I even thought you were my favorite sib—"

Emma snorted. "Of course I'm your favorite—"

"—but then you went and parked in my spot..." he said, stopping at the foot of Emma's lounge chair as she rolled her eyes, preparing herself to defend her choice of parking, which had been a purposeful decision, figuring that since she was the first one to arrive home, she could park wherever she wanted, traditions be damned.

"AndI’mgoingtohavetokillyounow.”

Elliot's final sentence came out quickly enough that it allowed no room for Emma to explain herself and could barely be considered a warning. As h said it, he removed the paperback from his sister's hands and pulled Emma up in his arms, tossing her into the pool barely a second later. Her sharp, affronted screams were brief, lasting only until her head dunked beneath the surface of the frigid water.

Emma gasped as she emerged at the water's surface a few seconds later. She surged out of the water with astounding speed, scrambling to her feet as she climbed onto the deck.

"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" she shouted, chasing after her brother as he headed back towards the house and the only protection he could think of—their mother's steadfast rules.

They had never been allowed in the house straight out of the pool when they were dripping wet and Elliot figured there was no way in hell Grace Trevelyan-Grey would allow it now. His mother would never risk the beauty of her hardwood floors so one of her children could exact revenge...even if that revenge was possibly a tiny bit deserved.

Elliot was right about the floors. And he was right about his mother being a stickler for rules, so he felt safe as he stood in the kitchen, watching his drenched and shivering sister approach the wall of french doors, but Elliot had forgotten something important.

He'd forgotten his mother was a doctor. He'd forgotten that she would never leave her baby soaking wet out in the cold. He'd forgotten that she'd without hesitation bring her child inside and coddle her and warm her, doing all of those things while she chastised her eldest son who "should've known better than to toss his sister in the cold water."

And he'd forgotten how infuriatingly devious and charming his youngest sister could be, and how she'd milk the situation for all it was worth, playing up her discomfort and complaining to anyone who would listen about what Elliot had done.

And while Emma hadn't come remotely close to killing Elliot as she had so vehemently promised as she exited the pool, her revenge was somehow worse because before the day was through, Elliot had been lectured at least six different times about the stupidity of his actions, all while Emma got coddled and doted on, her car still parked in his precious parking spot, the one he'd claimed when she was still learning how to ride a bike.

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Tom Daley drops one last Speedo video before Olympics ends

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Tom Daley drops one last Speedo video before Olympics ends

The Paris Olympics Closing Ceremony wrapped this morning but overnight, British diver Tom Daley has squeezed in one last Speedo thirst trap, getting his diving friends in on it too.

The out Olympian put up the video after teaching himself, his diving partner Noah Williams and fellow Brits Jack Laugher, Kyle Kothari, Jordan Houlden, and Anthony Harding the viral dance moves to Charli XCX’s Brat track Apple.

All six of the athletes wore speedos and shoes as they filmed on a rooftop before they went to the closing ceremony in Paris.

“BRAT Summer Olympics ,” Tom wrote.

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“How did you get them to agree to this?” one follower asked Tom.

“I already miss the Olympics,” another person said.

Helpfully, Tom tagged all of the Olympians who joined him in the video. They’re all below:

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Tom Daley won silver in Paris

The Paris Olympics closing ceremony wrapped up early this morning (AEST). Actor Tom Cruise and American musicians including Billie Eilish performed as Paris handed the Olympics over to the next host city, Los Angeles. They’ll host in 2028, before the Olympics comes to Brisbane in 2032.

Earlier, Tom Daley and his diving partner Noah celebrated winning the silver in the men’s synchronized 10-meter diving.

Tom won his first gold medal at the Tokyo Olympics in 2021, and took a long break after his triumph.

The British superstar athlete said he returned to the sport because of his family, specifically his six-year-old son Robbie.

“Robbie was like, ‘Papa, I want to see you dive in the Olympics’. And that was that,” Tom told BBC Sport.

“When your kid asks you to do something, you do it.”

More on the Paris Olympics:

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Tom knitted diving partner Noah Williams a ‘c**k sock’

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