#he’s like a white noise machine cause he purrs so loud

[bizlybebo]

road trips fucking suck i miss my cat

[heelhausen]

🛏️ did you two ever have a "there's only one bed" moment? (CrashMax)

Technically yes and max took it very poorly 💀

Granted, the whole roster for the show got fucked over that night. The guys arranging travel royally fucked up, and most people had to scramble to find hotel rooms on their own, because the hotel that was originally supposed to be booked for everyone was not in fact actually booked.

Crash was fine, ‘cause the show was in his hometown and he had just planned on staying at his family’s place for the night.

And since it’s Crash’s hometown, he does the good guy thing and calls up a bunch of friends and relatives to see who has spare rooms and are willing to house wrestlers for the night. He manages to swing something for most people who need help, but in the end Max, Adam, Christian, & Noel end up all coming to Crash’s family’s place with him.

Sleeping arrangements end up being that Adam claims the air mattress in Crash&Gem’s shared office space, Noel & Christian take the guest bedroom, and Max ends up in Crash’s bed.

Now. Max did not intend to share Crash’s bed. Crash was nice and told him he could have Crash’s room all to himself, and that Crash would just take the couch.

But the problem is that Max is a city boy and he’s used to hearing traffic or other “soothing” ambient noises. Here he’s out in the middle of fucking nowhere, and everything is just… silent. And Max feels so so alone out here, where the world is quiet but his mind is loud.

after an hour of tossing and turning and being unable to fall asleep, Max creeps downstairs and nudges Crash awake and tells him that he can’t sleep without background noise, and could Crash please come snore loudly upstairs so Max could finally pass out?

Crash has to stop himself from laughing so hard he wakes up the whole house. He rejoins Max in his room and gladly provided the snores— with the bonus addition of Crash’s cat slipping in so she can sleep on Max’s tummy and purr at him the entire night.

All in all. Crash’s snoring + the cat purring is a pretty good white noise machine replacement in a pinch. Max sleeps like a baby, and wakes up with Crash spooning him and the cat batting his face and demanding to be given treats

[holylulusworld]

The washing machine incident

Title: The washing machine incident

Square Filled: friends to lovers

Ship: Sam Winchester x fem!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You wanted clean clothes. Sam wanted more.

Warnings: language, smut, unprotected sex, sex on a washing machine, dirty talk, creampie, possessive Sam, unintended voyeurism, Dean is just done

A/N: Inspired by the scene in 15x20.

Word Count: 1,9 k

Written/Created for: @winchesterandbeyondbingo​​

Divider by @firefly-graphics​​​​​​

2021 Winchester and Beyond Bingo

“Sam,“ groaning you pinch the bridge of your nose. Sam leans against the washing machine, reading another book while you try to get his attention. While the hunter keeps on reading his book, you admire he’s taller than the shelf on the wall.

“Sam Winchester?” he still doesn’t react. Maybe the machine is too loud, or you are not loud enough but he keeps on reading his book, frowning when it starts to shake considerably, and so is Sam until he gives it a kick.

“Hey, you can’t just kick the poor machine,” he finally looks up from his book, smirking when you stand in front of him, your laundry tugged under your arm. “I was talking to you, Sam.”

“OH, it was your voice calling for me,” he husks, eying you up and down. “I thought Dean was watching porn or something. You sounded so—"

“I sounded like what, Sam,” you wonder. “I wanted to wash my clothes, but I see you are busy washing yours.” 

“You could’ve told me so,” he closes the book, placing it onto the shelf behind him. You use the momentum to admire his ass, whimpering when he sticks it out. “Next time, holler, and I will take care of your cute panties and bras.”

You blink a few times when Sam slowly moves toward you. He still has a smirk on his lips when he stands in front of you to cup your chin with two long fingers. 

“I think—,” you swallow thickly. His gaze too intense you drop your eyes to his throat, watching it contract. “I should wash my underwear, Sam.”

“I don’t mind,” he dips his head to look you deep in the eyes. A whimper escapes your lips, and you wonder if your panties will survive another moment close to Sam. “I wouldn’t mind taking it off first to sniff at it.” 

Your knees buckle the moment his lips claim yours. The kiss is soft at first. Sam’s large hand cradles your cheek gently, and you get lost in his taste and the way his lips move against yours. 

“Sam—” you moan against his lips, press your body closer to Sam’s to feel him against you. “What are we doing here?” you are friends for as long as you remember, and you don’t want to ruin your friendship for a stupid crush.

“I don’t know what you are doing, baby doll,” he pecks your lips, tongue licking into your mouth. He groans when you grasp for his hair, harshly tugging at his silky stands. “But I will fuck you on the washing machine until you scream my name.”

“What?” an odd noise leaves your throat when Sam easily picks you up to place you onto the washing machine. He steps between your legs, already tugging at the plaid you stole from him. 

“I said I will fuck you,” he kisses you again, more demanding this time, “fuck, use your tongue,” Sam breathlessly moans, urging you on to explore his mouth just like he does.

“Sam, we are friends and—” one large hand cups the back of your neck to force you to hold his gaze.” Saaam…” his other hand deftly unbuttons your plaid, or rather Sam’s, but who has got the time to define ownership when his large hand gropes one of your breasts.

“I’m going to fuck you on this washing machine, fill you up so good with my cock you’ll never want anyone else. I waited long enough,” he purrs against your lips. “I’m a patient man, but my patience is wearing thin for months.”

“You want to fuck me,” your hands shoot forward to grip his plain grey shirt, tugging harshly at the fabric to bring him down to your eye level. “Sam Winchester, if that’s a bad joke I’ll castrate you in your sleep.”

“Y/N,” he grins while shoving the plaid you are wearing down your shoulders to reveal your chest  to him, “you have a way to get a guy hard.”

“I just don’t want to ruin our friendship,” you squeak when Sam fists your bra to rip it into two halves. He ignores the pout on your lips, simply kisses it away. “SAM!”

“I told you,” he shoves one hand down your panties to toy with your swollen clit, “my patience is gone. I fantasized about fucking you for a month now.” he grins wolfishly, before he shoves two long fingers into your slit, causing you to jolt backward, hitting your head on the shelf behind you.

“Fuck, Sam. Oh god,” you move to the edge of the machine to grind against his fingers. The washing machine vibrates underneath your ass, and you suddenly know why so many of your friends told you they love to fuck on a washing machine.

“You’ve got such a nice and tight little pussy,” the way Sam talks to you is more than filthy. Not in your wildest dreams did you imagine Sam Winchester is a dirty talker. “I will fuck you so deep and hard you’ll walk funny for days.”

“What if Dean walks in on us,” you fight to unbuckle Sam’s belt, cursing when Sam slips his fingers out of your dripping cunt to help you shove his pants and boxers down. 

“Impatient much, kitten,” you furrow your brows at the pet name but don’t mind, too busy to get Sam out of his clothes. “What do you want to see first?”

“Fuck me,” you lick your lips when Sam’s cock springs free. He’s thick, veiny, and all you want from a cock. “How do you hide that monster in your pants?”

Sam moans deeply when you gently start to run your hand up and down.

“I—fuck me,” Sam groans. He throws his head back, hands grasping for your thighs to dig his blunt nails into your flesh. “If you don’t stop, I’ll cum right here all over you.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” your cheeks heat up when Sam looks down at you, snickering at your boldness, “but I want you inside today. We can talk about the other thing later, when you filled me up so good I will walk funny—”

Dean is washing the dishes in the kitchen wondering why you didn’t come back to help him like promised. “Sammy? Y/N?” grumbling Dean grabs the next plate. “Where are you? I thought they wanted to help me.”

Miracle looks up at Dean, whining when the hunter puts the plate aside. “I bet they are hiding from me to leave me to the dirty dishes, Miracle. How about we go and look for them. I won’t clean the kitchen alone…”

“Sam,” you grip his shoulders, dig your nails into his flesh when he hastily spreads your legs. For a moment he just looks down at your chest, watches it rise and fall. “Fuck me.”

“I’m on it, kitten,” he grips the base of his cock, runs his large hand up and down his length. “Do you think you can take me?”

“I want to feel that monster split me open,” your lips part the minute Sam runs the wide head up and down your clit, teasingly slapping your little nub with his cock. “Please.”

“Beg me again, baby girl—” you whine, wanting Sam to finally give you what your body is craving. “I want to hear it.” the washing machine makes an odd noise, just like you when Sam grips his cock to push the tip in.

“Fuck—” you watch Sam grip the shelf above your head with one large hand to get more leverage to shove himself into you. He’s too engrossed to watch his cock disappear inside your body to care about your nails scratching down his bare chest. “OH, fuck, Sam.”

“There you go, Y/N,” he grins down at you, watches you pant heavily. Your body fights the wide stretch, tries to accommodate Sam’s size but it’s no use. “So, fucking tight for me.”

“You’re simply too big,” you complain, still, you wrap your legs around his waistline to tilt your hips, taking the last inches of his length. “I think, I never felt so full.”

“Good,” his other hand grips your right thigh, squeezes your flesh hard enough to hurt. “You’re mine, just like your tight little pussy. No one will touch you ever again.”

Sam moves slowly at first, gives you shallow thrusts while his hand grips the shelf tighter. You fear he will tear the shelf off the wall sooner or later if he doesn’t stop using all his strength. 

The veins in his arm stick out, sweat runs down his chest and you are sure, no other guy ever looked so good while fucking you.

While your lover is busy cupping your face with his free hand to force you to meet his intense gaze, you try to focus on anything but his hazel eyes watching you. 

You rock your hips, legs still slung around Sam’s waist while he just watches you take his cock as he dreamed of so many times.

The rhythmic rocking of the washing machine and the way Sam moves inside of you already have you on the edge. The heat in your abdomen rises; turns into a raging fire when Sam angles his hips to hit that sweet spot letting your vision white out.

“Fuck, I wanna have you over that machine,” you whine when he pulls out to help you turn on the machine. “Always wanted to hold you down and fuck that pussy when you bent over the table at the library.”

“Ah, Sam—” he kicks your legs apart while you grip the edge of the washing machine. “Fuck, I wanna cum.”

“You will,” he slowly inches his way back inside your body. “Right fucking now, kitten. I will fuck you over that machine and later, on any surface. My bed will be the endgame.”

“Y-you thought about this a lot, huh?” Sam grips your hips, to drag you onto his length with every thrust. “Shit, you did…”

“Yeah,” he states, hips crashing into your ass. Sam is by all means not gentle anymore. He roughly slides into you, groaning when you take every punishing thrust. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

D-dito,” you cry out. Your walls grip his length tightly, clench painfully around his cock to milk him dry. “Ah, shit. You just came inside.”

“I will always fill you up,” Sam states. “I marked this cunt, and no one will ever take it away from me.” 

While you lie on top of the washing machine, catching your breath, Sam leans over you to kiss your neck softly. 

“Fine, but no funny business at the kitchen, we eat there, Sam.”

“Oh kitten, I will christen every room at the bunker with you, fuck you everywhere. Even on top of my brother’s car…”

“No, you won’t! Keep my Baby out of this—” Dean grunts, covering his eyes with the dishtowel. “Whatever this is. Guys, we wash our clothes here. Can you just not?”

“It was an accident…” you lie. “Sorry, D’.”

“Oh, did Sam slip and end up inside of you?” turning around Dean whistles for Miracle. “Boy, don’t look at them. They are disgusting and this is not for your eyes. Let’s go.”

“Sorry, Dean,” Sam snickers when his big brother storms out of the room. 

“About time you fucked, but you won’t do it at a room we share ever again. And hands off my car!”

In the coming years, Dean will bring up the washing machine incident whenever he wants you or Sam to clean the bunker…

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[readyplayerhobi]

Flower | 09

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff, slight angst

; Word Count: 4.2k

; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

; A/N: A Christmas present for you all! This has been my favourite chapter of Flower so far so I hope you all enjoy it too! Please reblog if you enjoyed and let me know what you think in a comment or ask!

; Flower Masterpost

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The knock on your front door causes you to pause, clothes in your hand as you put them into your washing machine. You’d been frantically cleaning for the last hour, tidying up your already clean apartment to make sure that it all looked good. When you’d run out of stuff to clean, you’d resorted to washing your clothes early. 

Just for something to do while you waited.

But now he’s here. Hoseok is here. At your apartment, for the first time. You’d been to his a few times now but he’d never been to yours. That had been your fault because you simply just hadn’t invited him. It hadn’t entered your head to do that. Not until Chungha got exasperated and pointed out that perhaps he’d like to see where you lived too.

She must have been right because Hoseok had eagerly accepted and so here you were. You’d finished work an hour and a half ago, the time spent since waiting for him to finish and head home to grab his stuff before coming to yours had given you plenty of time to fulminate.

Not only was Hoseok coming over to yours for the first time...but he was going to spend the night. He’d come up with a plan to drive you both to an amusement park a few hours away tomorrow, but it required getting up pretty early. As a result, you’d just blurted out that he could stay with you.

You could tell that he’d been a little shocked at your proposition, not because you were suggesting he stay but because it was you who was suggesting it. He probably hadn’t expected you to propose that for a while yet.

Especially not when you had plans to let him sleep in bed with you too. You’d discussed it with Chungha and Soyeon in depth, wondering whether you should make him sleep out on the couch for the night. They’d been adamant that you couldn’t do that given you were dating, and you’d been together for two months so why not just let him sleep next to you?

If he remained as polite as he’d been, he wouldn’t be putting any moves on you. 

The easy way you’d said yes to it and suggested it to him told you, and everyone else who knew you, that you really wanted him to stay over. To sleep next to you. Honestly, it had one of your fantasies. Alongside the sexual ones, sometimes you just thought about him holding you in bed, cuddling with him.

Tonight you were going to get to experience that.

Quickly putting the rest of your clothes into the machine, you pause for a moment as you wonder if it’s stupid of you to be washing your clothes. But you push the thought of the way as you add powder and detergent before turning it on. A final glance around your small apartment lets you see that everything is as clean as it’s going to get and you take in a deep breath, smoothing down your shirt.

Opening the door slowly, you smile at Hoseok as he stands there waiting, a backpack over his shoulder and a bright smile on his own face. “Hi...err...sorry, I was putting my washing on. For some reason. Err...come in.”

He laughs softly as he enters, toeing off his shoes and carefully placing them on the rack you have set up next to the door without even being asked to. Moving forward through the tiny hall, you gesture to the living room and attached kitchen with a nervous movement.

“Errm so...this is the living room, obviously. And the kitchen. The door you just passed is the bathroom and the other door is my bedroom. It’s not very big,” You feel yourself heat up in embarrassment as your hands twist together. “I mean...I can still barely afford it but it’s home at least.”

Hoseok looks around slowly, eyes darting everywhere as he takes in the decor of the place. You weren’t allowed to put things on the wall so the only decorations were on the bookcase in the corner, your television stand, your couch, the coffee table and the drawers next to the bookcase. Looking around, you take it in the same way he does.

A fluffy throw in slate grey is draped over the couch, covering both the back and the seat cushions while an array of interesting cushions and plushies cover it. Your Pusheen plush sits in pride of place but there’s also a bao bun with a smiley face, an overly cartoony calico cat stretched out along the back and a Jack Skellington face on the couch as well. 

Other plushies dot the room as well, from the set of Pokémon on the bookcase which included all the Eeveelutions you’d carefully collected over the years and various Pokéball’s to random cute ones and even a Pac-Man. Amongst all of that, was other stuff you’d collected; a range of animal shaped hand creams, a bunch of tiny Harry Potter chibi snow globes, some Funko POP figures featuring Disney characters along with a Totoro clock.

Random lights were currently turned on around the room including the PlayStation logo light, the Mario Mushroom light and a Yoshi egg. Part of you cringed as you took in how...colourful and pretty everything was compared to Hoseok. It looked so...delicate next to him.

He was stood there in black ripped jeans with a Guns n Roses shirt on, his tattoos the only thing that matched the room really. And yet he didn’t look disgusted by it, instead he just looked fascinated. Moving forward, he looked over the various books, Blu-Ray’s and video games you’d collected over the years along with the tiny Totoro figures that almost made up a little set.

“Oh my god...this is literally you in a room.” He marvelled, eyes wide as he took in the light shade that covered the light bulb hanging in the room. It was simple, just a curved circle but it was navy blue with tiny circles cut into little rockets and planets. When you turned it on, which was rarely, it made the room light up with a space theme.

“Err...yeah...I’m sorry, I know it’s a lot.” You apologise, rubbing at your forearm as you feel the swirl of negative feelings within you start to bubble. Already you’re regretting letting him into your home, into your safe space. This was where you felt most comfortable, where you felt happy. You only let people in that you trusted, and after two months you were pretty sure you could.

But it was still overwhelming, letting someone into the very private part of you and letting them see what made you happy.

“Don’t apologise, this is great. You’ve seen my place, it’s barren compared to this. I like it. It’s nice. Feels...cosy.” Hoseok said with a bright grin, white teeth flashing as you glanced at you before looking into your kitchen with eager curiosity.

The cuteness extends into there too, sweet woodland themed animal print oven gloves draped over the oven handle while a whole array of cute magnets cover the fridge along with pictures and important notices. A Totoro egg timer sits next to a little polka dot flower pot on the window sill while a cat themed calendar is propped up on the microwave.

A soft meow combined with pressure on his lower legs causes Hoseok to jump slightly, looking down before he grins even bigger. “Oh hello there! You must be Kasumi! Your mommy has told me so much about you.” He croons in a high pitched voice, the kind people only use on babies or animals.

But you can see the delight in his eyes as she sits in front of him, her cream fluffy coat combining with her dark paws and ears alongside astonishingly azure eyes to make her look like the prettiest cat ever. You were pretty sure that she was a ragdoll cat, which meant it was even more shocking that you’d found her in a shelter as a kitten. 

She observes Hoseok for a moment longer before meowing sweetly at him, pushing up to butt his hand with her head and he coos as he crouches down, stroking and talking absolute nonsense to her. You get the sense that he’s just fallen in love at first sight with your cat, the smile on his face bigger than anything you’d seen as she flops to the floor, belly presented and batting at his hand playfully.

“I’m gonna steal your cat.” He teases, looking up at you with playful eyes and you snort, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Over my dead body. She loves me anyway, right Kasumi?” At her name, her ears twitch and she looks at you upside down, letting out a soft mewl as her loud purrs reach you. You grin and crouch down, arms open as you make kissing noises to her and she immediately jumps up, rushing over to you. Standing back up with her in your arms, you smile smugly at Hoseok and wonder why on earth you’re suddenly competing with him over the affection of your own cat.

It looks like the thought runs through his head as well as he shakes it before walking over to you, dropping his backpack past you onto the couch before he places his hands on your waist. Leaning close, you feel your shoulders rising at his attention and he chuckles quietly.

“I guess I’ve got some competition then, huh?” He murmurs before kissing you, the gesture ever so gentle. It’s nothing intense, yet it fires you up in ways you’d never really considered before. Here, in your home, with your cat in your arms and your boyfriend kissing you, you feel happier than you can remember in recent memory. It feels...almost normal.

Hoseok pulls away quickly, smiling as he looks you up and down with a raised brow. “Can I go change if you’re in your pyjamas already?”

His tone is ever so slightly teasing and you look away, pressing your face into Kasumi’s soft fur to avoid the embarrassment.

“Yeah...sorry. I don’t...I don’t see the point in wasting clothes when I’m at home. Pyjamas or die you know?” He snorts in response, kissing your cheek before grabbing his backpack again.

“I get it, I’ll be back in a minute.”

-

It turns out that Hoseok’s pyjamas are just...his normal lounge clothes apparently. A pair of plain black sweatpants is combined with an overly large Star Wars shirt, a few holes in both items that cause you to raise a brow in amusement. A far cry from the matching set of pyjamas you’re wearing; a set of Marauder's Map leggings combined with a black shirt and a gold Hogwarts crest.

“You can tell our personalities just from what we’re wearing.” He looks up from his phone, brows raised before looking between you both with a lopsided smile. Without a word, he walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you to him tightly.

Body stiffening automatically without you even meaning, you force yourself to relax in his embrace. You still weren’t used to the open affection Hoseok lavished on you, the casual touches of his not normal enough for you to accept openly like you did with your friends and family. But you were getting there.

You just wished that you could extend the open affection to him in the same way. It was hard though, you weren’t naturally open to physical gestures like that. Normally you just accepted them, but you wanted to discover to be open with him.

Because as you melted into his arms, you realised that you really liked this.

“What are you trying to say, huh? That I’m ratty and old while you’re young and put together?” He teases, squeezing tightly while rocking you from side to side, putting just enough pressure that you have to stagger back as you giggle against his chest.

“No! I mean...you are older than me…” 

“Excuse you! I’m only two years older than you! Hardly Hugh Hefner here.” Hoseok protests, his voice loud but you can hear the playfulness in it. It makes you happy to hear that, knowing that he’s going along with you.

“You’re right...you don’t have as much money as him. I’m missing out.” At that, he leans back enough for you to see his face, his jaw dropped while he tries to stop a smile from spreading. It causes you to grin in response, squeezing him tightly in response before you press your face back to his chest. “It’s okay though, you’re pretty.”

“Wow...okay. Does that make me the Playboy Bunny in this situation?” You snort, hands lowering without even meaning to and making him jerk in surprise as you squeeze his ass without even thinking. The very ass that your friends had teased you about weeks ago.

“How do you look with bunny ears and a tail?” 

He moves away at that, eyeing you suspiciously as he bites his lower lip, the flesh disappearing between his teeth. “Let’s never find out, shall we?”

“Awww. There’s people who find that kinky. They get dressed up as animals and stuff. Sometimes it’s just...they just wanna dress up but sometimes they dress up and it’s like...they wanna have sex in those suits.” Hoseok just stares at you in disgust, looking away before nodding slowly.

“Sounds great. I’m never doing that. Just want you to know,” he pauses, looking up at the ceiling before cringing and shrugging. You’re suddenly reminded of that woman trying alcohol meme as he makes a considering face. “Okay maybe I’d try it once if you were into it but I don’t think it’s for me.”

You steadfastly avoid his face at that, body heating rapidly at the thought of him thinking about having sex with you knew he probably had. If you were thinking that way about him, then there was no one way someone like him wasn’t thinking that way too. And it was a very strange sensation to know that he wanted you like that.

So you just gestured to the couch, watching as he sits down and scoops Kasumi into his lap. A quick phone call gets you food ordered from your favourite Chinese place, Hoseok stating his preferences to you as he flicks through Netflix and strokes the fluff ball he’s holding.

The next few hours pass by in a food coma bliss of delicious food combined with both of you starting a show on Amazon instead called The Boys. It had surprised you both with how violent and gory it was yet you enjoyed it thoroughly, much to Hoseok’s amusement. Maybe he thought your love of cute things meant that you didn’t like that kind of stuff but you enjoyed it just as much.

You both made it through three episodes before you found yourself getting tired, it was nearing 11pm and as lame as it made you sound...you were someone who went to sleep a bit earlier than that. It amused Hoseok when your head started to loll onto his shoulder, the pleasant warmth and comfort of his body as you cuddled up together lulling you into drowsiness.

Which was why when the episode finally ended, he stood up and gently pulled you up as well. “Come on sleepy, I think it’s time for bed. Sometime’s tired.” He was using that voice that he’d used on Kasumi earlier, and part of you wanted to protest it but you were too drowsy to bother. So instead, you went around the room after shaking his hands off to turn off all the lights.

Hoseok went to the bathroom while you did that, telling you that he was just going to go to the toilet and brush his teeth. By the time you had finished cleaning everything up and throwing the empty Chinese cartons away, he was standing a little awkwardly outside your bedroom.

Smiling, you opened the door and let him in. “You can go in.”

He gave a little smile before heading in and pausing as he looked around once more. Your room was barely big enough for the double bed in it, one side pressed up against the wall while a bedside table rested next to it. A wardrobe was next to that and a chest of drawers along with a mirror. 

“Err...sorry...it’s a little cramped.” You say quietly, rubbing your arms nervously once more and he just shakes his head at you with a small sigh that sounds more amused than you’d expected.

“You need to stop apologising for everything. It’s fine, honestly. Don’t stress yourself over it.” He heads over to the bed and looked down at it, teeth clanking against his lip ring as it looked down. “I’m gonna guess that you sleep on this side?” 

Pointing at the side closest to the bedside table, you go to nod before realise he’s being rhetorical. It was blatantly obvious which side you slept on, given the other side was covered in a large array of plushies. From more Pokémon to a Star Wars teddy, Toothless from How To Train Your Dragon, a cute cat face, a fluffy llama and so much more. 

The side Hoseok would be sleeping on was covered in them and you cover your face in dual embarrassment and horror, realising that you’d blatantly forgotten to clean it off for him. “Err...yeah. You can just...put them on the floor or something. Sorry, I mean…” 

You cut yourself off from apologising again at his look but he just smiles and shrugs. “It’s okay, I’ll sort it out.”

Quickly, you leave the room to prevent any further embarrassment for you. Sometimes you really wondered why Hoseok stayed with you given how different you both obviously were. The thought made your chest hurt and you pressed as it, frowning as you did your own nightly routine. It took a little longer than Hoseok’s as you had a whole skincare routine to go through and so ten minutes later you walked back in with a face mask on.

He was lying on his back, pillows propped up behind him as he looked through his phone and you noted with amusement the little ice cream plush that was still situated next to him. In fact...he made the most bizarre image laid there.

Your bedding was white, with tiny rainbows ending in clouds interspersed with yellow stars and little cartoons unicorns and pegasus that jumped and frolicked. You liked your bedding to look as cute as everything else, only it looked childish with him in it now.

His tattoos look at complete odds with it all, dark hair pushed back and making him look even hotter than ever with it all messed up. He looked dark and brooding in your bed, anathema to your bedding and it was both adorable and bizarrely attractive. 

A sudden thought rushes through your head that one day, if everything goes right, you’ll be having sex with him in that bed. Cheeks heating, you quickly rush forward and sit on the bed carefully, plugging your phone into the charger before looking back over at him.

“Do you need your phone charging too? I have another cable and plug.” You offer and he lets out a noise, head turning towards you before his eyes finally pull away. When he finally notices your face, he jerks away in shock before his face contorts and he squints at you.

“The fuck is on your face? Are you cosplaying Michael Myers or something?” Hoseok mutters, leaning forward a bit and looking you over. You try not to laugh, not wanting the face mask to move and you push at his face lightly.

“Don’t make me laugh, you’ll ruin it. It’s just a face mask, my night routine.” Laying back on the bed, he pulls a face at you.

“You do that every night? Isn’t it tiring?” You shake your head, checking in your Twitter feed as you wait for the time to pass until you can take it off again. “Is that why your skin always looks so pretty? Or is that makeup?”

“Hoseok! I haven’t worn makeup the last three times we’ve met up. You haven’t noticed between that and makeup?” He just stares at you for a moment before shrugging, his hand suddenly running along your back in slow and steady movements. It feels like electricity moves through your body as he does so, but you can’t tell any sexual intention behind it.

“I feel like no matter what I say here...I’m going to get myself in trouble. So...I will be smart and say that you look beautiful with and without makeup.” His smile is boylike then, making his entire face look far younger than he actually is and you sighed softly in defeat, shaking your head before checking the clock on your bedside table. “Why does your clock look like that?”

You pull off the face mask and throw it into the small trash can underneath the table, gently patting at your face to get the excess moisture to absorb. Glancing at the clock, you note it’s unusual shape and size while the orange numbers glow.

“It’s one of those clocks that simulate sunrise to help make it easier to wake up in the morning. I struggle with feeling tired and in winter I never want to get up. Err...I tend to get a little...or a lot...depressed with it. So I got this because daylight is meant to make you happier so ten minutes before my alarm goes off, it starts to light up and simulate a sunrise. It works pretty well in fairness.” You finish, rubbing your cheeks before grabbing the next step of your routine.

“Really? Huh. Cool.” He hands you his phone once you’ve finished, turning onto his side watching you intently. The attention makes you feel warm inside and finally you’re ready to go to bed, lifting the covers and cautiously sliding in next to him. It feels warm and comfortable as usual, your pillow and bedding maximised for comfort.

Reaching over, you turn off the lamp, leaving you both in darkness. The room feels oppressively silent at that moment before you realise that you can hear his breathing next to you. Suddenly, you feel hyper aware of his every movement and sound, your own body stiff beneath the covers.

A few minutes pass by like that, you unsure what to do now and too tense to sleep even after feeling so drowsy earlier. And then suddenly Hoseok reaches out, his hand resting on your stomach tentatively before stroking gently when you don’t react.

“You’re so tense.” He laughs softly and you feel the need to apologise again. But you hold it back, knowing that you have no reason to apologise. Hoseok knows by now what you’re like, he’s aware of your shy and awkward nature and he must know how out of your comfort zone you’re feeling right now.

Which is why you appreciate how slow he moves, his hand spreading heat through your stomach as his slow movements lead you to relaxing ever so slightly. He keeps doing it, his breathing just as hypnotising and you find your eyelids fluttering shut as the earlier drowsiness comes back.

“Can you turn over? On your side?” Hoseok asks softly, hand pausing and it takes a few seconds for you to acknowledge what he’d said. But you do so, shifting lazily until your back is facing him and your head is pressed comfortably into the pillow with your hand slotted beneath both pillows.

And then carefully shuffles up behind you, a warm and heavy weight sliding around your waist as he wraps an arm around you. Pulling slightly, he tugs you into a more comfortable position and you’re suddenly wide awake again. Even though you’ve been cuddled up with him before on a couch, it’s somehow completely different now that you’re lying together in bed.

Every bit of his front presses to your back and you’ve never been so aware of someone else. He feels like a furnace behind you, though you’re not sure if that’s because he actually is warm or if it’s because your body is burning hot. But you like it, as nervous as it makes you feel.

Your limbs feel like you could go outside and run a marathon yet the idea of leaving the bed is so far beyond you. His warm breath gently puffs against your neck as he settles a little more and you swallow hard, forcing your body to relax as you get used to the feeling. It’s been a long time since you’ve slept next to someone, and you’d never felt comfortable with them.

But you do with him. You do with Hoseok.

And without even realising it, your wandering mind begins to drift off as you lay there comfortably, feeling safe and content about everything. 

[hazbinextgeneration]

Into The Casino Ch3

The usual hussle n bussle of the casino made it's way around the duo as they made their way around the place. The more taller one of the two was carefully sweeping his red eyes over the crowd searching for one certain lost pup. Or should I say horse. "Are you certain you left her here?" He gave a raised brow at the cyborg who nodded. "Yeah. She was right here-" she gestured to the floor as they walked. ''-all soak 'n wet and hungrier than Disease on a hangover." He hummed and gave another turn of his head over the ever loud herd of demons. An opportunity like this shouldn't be wasted, and he certainly wasn't about to miss out on it either. It was one thing to be a rich and powerful tyrant over a small territory, but it was a whole other thing if one had something so pure and....interesting under their hold. Considering what Cyber told him about she had said...Who just claims to be sent down against their will by a god? This was too good to just let go. He knew there was something about this situation worth investigating. He turned left and stopped- Almost causing Cyber to walk into him. She gave him a confused sideways glance just as one of those curled smiles formed on his face, and his body maneuvered to the right.

"It seems-" He smirked at the sight of the pale blonde and white mass of hair and the horn sticking up from it standing in the corner of the slot machine corner. She would've been hard to spot at first if you didn't look hard enough like he was, luckily he's always had a nack for finding grand opportunities. "I've found our little pet.~ Cyber, come along." He ordered her as he began walking straight towards the unsuspecting girl. Being the taller and owner of the casino, it was fairly easy for them to maneuver through the crowd and over towards the corner of noisy machines. She didn't seem to notice them at first as she was giving the machine closest to her a curious look at the pictures spun around again, she was probably wondering how they even worked, until her ear raised and her head turned towards them. Instantly she stood up in instinct to bolt but instead ended up just freezing on the spot when she spotted the smaller demon. Maybe it was because she recognized Cyber or the fact that 2 demons were standing between her and the exit, but she didn't move when they came to stand in front of her. Her face was frozen in a state of uncertainty and scared curiousity. "Greetings.~ Apologies for the sudden intrusion, '' He held out a red clawed hand out to her and smiled ''-but I couldn't help but find the story you told Cyber here-" He quickly nodded towards her "-very interesting." She didn't say anything and just glanced between the two.....Before a sudden look of realization came over her. Then sudden regret as she stared at him. "You...Oh my god! I-I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean t-to.." Her stomach sank as she realized exactly who was actually talking to her. She knew tripping up would cause later problem. She went to apologize again but he cut her off when he held up his hand. "If it's about the tail stepping incident, then you have nothing to worry about. Everyone makes mistakes. That's why we're all down here after all." He chuckled making her give a confused look before bringing his hand back to examine his red claws. "Actually I'm quite happy you did. I probably wouldn't have seen you otherwise." "If..y-you're not mad," she asked slowly shuffling back, ''-then why are you cornering me?" He raised a brow and gave her probably the most dark smirk she'd ever seen since-...Yeah. Better not bring that up. "I happen to be one to have an eye for great opportunities. And believe me when I say that I never miss a chance to better business-" "What does that have to do with me?" She backed up even more. There was no way she was going to become someone else's showpony. "I-I don't have anything on me." She gestured to her body's lack of pockets. New Plan. Make herself as less desirable as possible! "I don't have money, or anything valuable. Y-You're wasting your time-" "I think you're mistaken." He cut her off again and chuckled. "I'm not here to rob you, I'm here to offer you the chance of a lifetime.~" She stared blankly at him for what seemed like a full minute before saying the typical 'What?' he was expecting. He laughed and took a few steps towards her. "Maybe I should be more specific. You see-" An arm snaked around her and pulled her to his side as he spoke. She froze. "I usually never do this, but you are a very special exception.~ You see. I'm always on the look out for...useful and hardworking people for my business. And once I saw you..Heh. Well I knew you'd be useful to me in someway, and after what Cyber told me about your little run in with the Goddess Life-..." His smile curled at the ends as he began stepping, guiding her towards the stairs with Cyber in tow. "The Goddess of all plant life. Well that just sealed the deal for me. But what do think Ms.-...?" "A-..Amalfia," she squeaked out. She looked over her shoulder at Cyber but she just shrugged and nodded back at the taller demon. "I don't think I really know w-what you're t-talking about? W-What job?" He barked a laugh making her flinch. "Well, there's plenty of things you could do." He gazed up and rubbed two red claws together in thought. "Maid, cook, dishwasher-...Maybe a waitress? But I think I'm in need of a more....personal assistant-" "Personal assistant?" "Basically you'll be my everything and take care of things I don't have time to do. Taking care of my personal quarters and items, bringing me food- Do you know how to organize paperwork?" She was confused by this but nodded, one of the things she picked up on from being around a paper pushing father. "Excellent! I think you'll fit the role perfectly!" "So...Basically you want me as a secretary and personal house cleaner? Why wo-?" "I know this is quite out of the blue, but I assure you I pay very well.~" They finally stopped walking and stopped in front of the stairs as demons kept walking around them. "I think you would find the pay good." His arm unhooked from around her as he turned to stand in front of her. "And not just that. Three meals a day, clean clothes, a roof over your head, plenty of utensils at your disposal-...How about it?" She stood there gapping like a goldfish sputtering random squeaks and noises that sounded like almost words as the taller demon continued to stare at her. "If you have any doubts, you can ask Cyber any questions. All of my employees are satisfied with their pay." "I-I-....A-Absolutely n-" "Absolutely? Wonderful!" A hand grabbed hers as he shook her hand with that giant smile. "I assure that you'll find everything here to your delight. Cyber will show you to your new room and...Cyber." He looked behind her shoulder at the smaller demon. "Make sure she gets cleaned up and dry. Can't have my new employee coming down with the flu from that nasty rain now. Report back to me when she's all settled." The unicorn being gave them a blank look as Cyber gently grabbed her arm and began to lead her away from the taller demon. "Sure, Boss. C'mon. I have a nice room in mind for ya." ============================================= "I don't see why you had to interrupt me from my work. I thought you would have something better to do." The plant demon sighed and reached a hand up to rub his temples to rub at the already bad headache starting to form from trying to explain this situation again to her. Someone wrapped their arm around the frowning woman pulling her against his side with a purr. "Nah. He just wants some info, Honey.~ And we both know how much you love researching weird magic things." A hand pushed his face back a bit and he gave off a small growl. "That's true..." "She's not some new toy for you to dissect, Midnight." He scowled at her making his point perfectly clear. "I just want to know what I should expect from her." She gave off a huff and turned from the snake's hold to a shelf to the right. Her hand hovered over a few covers before stopping at one, pulling it out and giving it a quick look over, and blowing the dust off it. She paid no mind to the two males coughing and opened the book. Skimming through a couple pages before stopping and raising a brow. "Unicorn....Being of purity. Last known living one spotted in 1922. Rumored miracle maker with the spiraled horn on their heads which was also used by ancient medicine man and shamans to vanquish evil and ward off evil spirits. Their blood was known to be used in potions to increase their affects-" "Yes, yes," He pushed impatiently, "That's all very well. But is there any benefits for me keeping her under check." Her brow rose. "There's plenty of uses for her in here." She patted the book. "It even has a recipe for how to cook her meat to give someone immunity to fire-" "That's repulsive!" He made a disgusted face. "I don't plan on becoming a cannibal, or killing something that's worth more alive. Now what can I use to my advantage?" She groaned and looked back down to the pages. "..........Some ancient rulers were known to keep them as pets or tools for war. Their horns which were usually spiraled or curved were known to contain powerful magic similar to angelic essence which coursed through their entire being. This magic could easily be controlled by special collars but only be used if said creature was still alive and the horn was still intact to their heads." She looked back up at him. "Is this what you want?" He didn't talk for a moment and stood there. Thinking. What an opportunity.~ He smiled that dark smile of his before turning back to them. "Well. What an interesting new development.~ I think I found a more ideal purpose for our newest member.~" "Ooooh!~ Whatcha got planned Lou-y? Gonna chop off that pretty horn and use it for a paper weight?" He chuckled. "I think I have a more...useful idea in mind.~"

All characters besides Amalfia belongs to @palettepainter

[kittyspring-creates]

Yan boys war.

A story for my senpai @killemwithkawaii from the prov of a genderless s/o. Warning for kidnapping mild sexual content, don’t interact if under 18 please.

Dear diary this is a story of how my ordinary life became not so ordinary. It begins with two separate kidnappings. One in the day behind the laundromat and one at night during, guiltily a midnight snack run.

I remember the day starting out like any other, coffee, smoke, one egg like I like it. And glaring at my basket of laundry over flowing. Laundry day was always the worst. Having to lug that thing three blocks over to the closest public laundromat cause the washing machine in the building is busted. It was always embarrassing having everyone staring at my clothes as I separate my delicates.

I was blushing and trying to ignore the feeling of eyes on me as I threw stuff into the washer, boxers, old panties and new ones. I tried not to look around but I couldn't help it. When I looked around no one was looking at me. I do remember seeing a flash of blue though but I thought it was light spots from turning my head to quickly. I turned back to my basket, It still felt like someone was watching me.

I did my best to finish up and start the machine. Sitting in front of the washer so I could watch it go and no one would have a chance to take my things. I always had that weird fear. Watching was boring so I listened to the semi quiet place. There was machines whirling, peoples foot steps, and a radio playing in the background. As the noises blended I noticed an odd one. A weird muring coming from the back door. No one else seems to hear it. But now that I noticed it I couldn't unhear it. The sound became louder then anything else. I couldn't ignore it so I got up and fallowed it, cautiously to the back door. It said employee exit only but the sound made me worried. It sounded like an animal. I looked around the place before turning the nob and slowly walking out into the ally. It smelt like garbage and piss. As soon as I stepped out the noise stopped.

It was weird, I looked around but I didn't see anything. So I turned back to the door to find it locked. I sighed in annoyance then a large hand covered my face and all I could smell was chemicals. I reached back at who ever and managed to grab something and tug. But it didn't do anything other then make the person groan. It was the last thing I remember before everything blurred together and became dark.

I woke up in a dark room with a very loud fan. My mind was kind of hazy but when I felt my arms restrained behind me with...Ya that felt like duck tape. Even smelt like it. The room reminded me of all those movies about survival choices and no I didn't wanna play a game. I sat up as best as I could. "Murder room I'm in a murder room" I shouted, the sound echoing off the walls.

My capture appeared seemingly our of nowhere, his blue pigtails bouncing around as he popped up. "Murder? oh angel never, your to precious- oof" the man was quick to come near me and he tripped over himself. Falling on me and lodging something across the room. I looked over to see this thing laying there with black straps on it. But I didn't get a chance to really look at the object as the man began to move. I looked down at him as my heart jumped. He looked up at me with the most piercing blue eyes I've ever seen. His face looked like an open wound with red skin and white scars scattered everywhere, no nose and pieces of his brow missing. I swallowed hard at the sight and uttered something without thinking. "My god your gorgeous."

He blinked at me for a second then smiled wide almost splitting his face. And heaven help me I thought it was adorable. "Really" he asked and all I could do was nod. He got closer, basically sitting in my lap. "I don't scare you" he asked and all I could do was squeak. I mean ya he scares me, he kidnapped me and now I don't know what he's gonna do. He chuckled though, so deeply it made my face heat up. "My angel, you don't know what that does to me" he whispered with a shaky voice against my ear. Again heaven help me cause instead of my fear spiking those words went down south. I felt his lips move from my ear to my neck, feeling the rough scar tissue as he kissed me. I whimpered and he seemed to purr. "Wh-what-" I tried to ask but my voice was suck in my throat.

I got my answer though when he bit me. Sinking his teeth into my shoulder as he grinded closer. I tensed when I felt something hard against my lap. I clinched my teeth, trying not to make a noise cause for some insane reason I sorta liked it. The man pulled back from the mark he left on me. He was so flushed with this desire in his eyes so intense, I swear his pupils were hearts. He sighed with a large smile on his face "you set me on fire (y/n)." He sounded so happy by it "o-Oh sorry" I stuttered like an idiot. But he chuckled then smashed our lips together. So that's why he didn't gag me.

That's the first story. I passed out from I don't know what and woke up at home, covered in hickeys. With my laundry basket placed neatly in my room. It scared me cause that meant the man knew where I lived and knew how to get in. But what scared me even more was how arousing that fact was.

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About a week after the kidnapping and possible theft cause I swear some of my underwear is missing. I was nervous/ frightened, I had barely slept all week. So I did the one thing I knew would calm me down, Smoked a joint and took a sleeping pill. And that always made me hungry so I left, on shaky legs to grab some snacks. The store next door had the best subs at midnight and some how the milk tasted better to. So before it all kicked in I got my sub and milk then left. Now I was pretty high but I remember this bike alone in the parking lot. And laughing cause there was this sticker on it from watchman. I started laughing cause that movie was just the best. As I was laughed I felt a strong hand on my neck and I was pulled. I sorta clunked out for a second but I opened my eyes to see the ground moving. Then I blinked and The cement was now dirt, blinking again all I saw was bent wood.

I blinked again and this time I actually took in my surroundings. Just hazy brown, till I started noticing a fire place. I moved to try and rub my eyes but I felt my arms being pulled back. I looked up to see my arms were ducked taped to a support beam of wherever I was. My head hurt like hell. I groaned as I tugged at the tape, to no avail for escape. Then a sharp noise reached my ears and I looked around. There sitting on the other side of the cabin in an old chair was a man. He was tall, spilled out of the chair. He had ripped jeans and a leather jacket full of pins and patches. He smiled, more of a smirk actually, showing off a space between his front teeth. Ok I'd be lying if it wasn't totally hot in a Stockholm syndrome kind of way. He slowly stood up from the chair and I noticed the knife in his hand. Oh fuck, I panicked.

He looked me over, hungerly as he licked his lips. His boots echoed through out the room as he walked over to me. Playing with his knife he began to talk. "You slept for awhile my dear. naughty, naughty taking those sleeping pills. But it did make this much easier" he chuckled darkly. His voice wasn't as deep as the other mans but it was raspier. I swallowed as I shook, This man wasn't clumsy or over zealous like the other I realized. I tried again to get out of he restraints. But the man didn't seem to care, He kicked away my legs and settled in between them. His long brown hair spilling over his shoulders as he leaned closer to me. I stopped squirming when I felt the cold blade touch my skin. Oh god he was gonna stab me. His smile grew "I love that look in your eyes, so afraid." He dragged the knife across my shoulder, only cutting my shirt. He gripped my thigh hard, really hard "It makes me wild" he finished. Then slammed our lips together, actually slammed my head hit the support beam.  

He leaned back seeming satisfied but I was more afraid then ever, This man was so rough. "So afraid, you never looked more beautiful my love...heh well maybe covered in my marks you will" and with that he tore my shirt with the knife completely exposing my shoulder and neck. He leaned down to do as he said but stopped. He stared at my shoulder, which still had the healing bruises from the other guy that kidnapped me. The mans smile was gone "So Sally made a move did he, heh he can be so possessive" the man smiled as he moved the knife down my body. He settled the blade against my inner thigh, what a time to be wearing pj shorts. Blasted comfort the size of boxers. "But here's a secret so can I"

My heart jumped as the tall man moved down, he pushed my leg down and raised my other one. Wait what happened to the knife he had just a second ago. "I bet he never touched you here did he, such a gentleman" the man chuckled as he squeezed my thigh. I watched as he turned that wicked smile away from me and bit into my thigh. I gasped, loudly. Truthfully I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it. How rough the man was with me as he pushed my limbs around, biting and squeezing. Leaving his own marks all over my thighs. I know I was beat red from the attention and my throat hurt from how much I was trying to keep my voice down.

The man sat up and spread my legs more, marveling at his work. "So beautiful" he told. I wondered if he'd go any further then this, the other guy didn't I don't think. "Makes me want to fuck you sore" I gulped as he leaned closer to my face. "But the times not right, I want to make you beg for it" I'd be lying if my genitals didn't scream right there and then. Stupid hormones. The man kissed me again, knocking my head back against the beam again. He was really rough. He pulled back with a satisfied smirk on his lips "I can't wait for him to see these, I wonder how violent he'll get". He chuckled as he pressed his thumbs into the sensitive area of my thighs. I didn't even know his name. But now I knew the other guys, Sally.

Of course I woke up at home safe and puzzled on how I got there. So this is my two kidnapping stories and one by one these boys will either abduct me or break into my place. Surprisingly not at the same time but I know they know each other and this is a competition.

[benrey-the-late-ace]

A Dream, Kinda a Danny Phantom Fic

I was just listening to some green day and I suddenly remembered a dream I had...

 Sitting in the library the raven haired teen sighs and closes a book, standing up and putting it back, he scans the books, all thin. He blinks and realizes one of them is new, he’s never seen this one before. Before he can think the book is open, and Danny looks down at it, the sun setting rapidly. 

He is still looking down at the book his location to be not the library but a barren kitchen, only a few appliances here and there, including a toaster-oven. His sister walks into the room, her outfit very different from what she normally wore. 

“Why are you reading that?” She scolds him “You know He doesn’t want us reading” 

Blinking Danny remebers that He trapped them here, their late parents old ‘friend’ who had gone mad. He nods to her, and responds with an assurance of its impending destruction, she grunts and leaves the room. 

He puts the book behind the toaster-oven, he hears a voice behind him. I freezes his muscles, he dares not move. 

“Hey son” He could practically see plasmius in his mind’s eye standing behind him, fangs, cape, and all “What are you up to?” He all but purrs in dark amusement. Causing an unpleasant weight to settle in Danny’s stomach. After a moment, Danny responds, staring down the toaster-oven.

“Just thinking about food, when is dinner?” He hopes his voice didn’t quiver. Vlad laughs, only amusement in the sound, but it still caused Danny to worry, his body shaking slightly. 

“Oh, how the mighty have fallen!” He walks closer, his step heavy on the floor behind Danny. It takes all of Danny’s resolve not to flinch when he feels a hand on his left shoulder. He turns, his movements slow and unsure, to look at Vlad. His hair white and tied back,not a cape or fang to be seen. 

This Danny could handle, he knew exactly how Vlad wanted him to act, or so he thought. 

Vlad’s ever present smirk widened, and he leaned closer to Danny, and he said in a dark tone, “You won’t be needing dinner” Then he turned to his left and sauntered out the kitchen, Moments after Danny heard the front door slam shut. 

Quickly moving into action the teen dashed around the corner and up the stairs to the upper floor of the boulding. Looking out of a strip of the building that was covered over in steel mesh, he watched the human form of Vlad Masters stroll down the path way in front of the rural house. Jazz and two others walk into the room, seeing the last few steps of Vlad as the pathway went behind a tree. 

“So he’s gone?” Jazz asks Danny. The raven haired teen nods silently. 

Jazz quick runs to another room, and the younger of the two says he’ll look for a way out, Danny nods again. The younger one has no form but a blob when he’s outside of the building, but he looks for weaknesses in the Steel mesh attached to two major points of the building. Having found a good way out he quickly returns to Danny. The teen in question lets out a puff of could air as the younger one returns to him. The memories of where to escape and what the surrounding looks like enter his mind. 

Danny stares at a menacing looking tractor off in the distance, something doesn’t look right about it. Jazz and the other person enter the downstairs room with Danny. Asking him if he has a way out yet. 

Danny doesn’t respond.

The tractor is getting pretty close now.

The two of then continue to try and get his attention, only to stop with shocked noises as it ran over a tree that Vlad said Never to touch any time they went out on the lawn. Jazz says as much with a “- He’s not going to be happy about this!”

Danny, turns to them and tells them about all the tractors circling the mansion.  Then the three walk up the stairs pondering this. They use brute force to push the steel mesh out and clammer down the side of the building with the help of a tree that had grown into the side of the building. 

They all started moving quickly, at a heavy jog to get as far as possible from the cage that was the mansion behind them. The sun high in the sky and fields for miles, the the nearest city just off in the distance. 

There was a ‘tractor’ to their left, about 6 meters in front of them. That’s when Lancer noticed that the machine wasn’t just picking up top soil, but clawing into the deep under crust below it. Lancer told the other two to hurry up, and explained through gasps that Vlad was most-likely going to send this whole lare plot of land ‘elsewhere’ 

All three of them ran, just barely making it past the machine, but as they did, the ground shook. In the distance behind them they could see large clumps of land, floating up! more soon separated from the ground with loud creaks and groans of the tectonic plates protesting the unnatural movement.

The three quickly turned back to look at the city and ran with all they had, Jazz was in front, Danny close behind, and Lancer huffing and puffing to keep up.

The ground’s reverse avalanche quickly reached them, sending the three flying into the air at top speed. All Danny could see was his sister, and he used all energy he possed to get her, and him by proxy into the city’s limit.

The ground didn’t move past the city’s edge. Lancer was lost among the Floating rocks and debris. There was a sound from among the floating masses of land, that the siblings know and fear. It was the sound of Plasmius yelling in anger. They looked to each other unsure what to do and if he knew where they were or not. 

Danny saw his horn shaped hair first, then his fanged grimace, floating over the top of the earthen chaos. Jazz didn’t have to see him, the clenching of Danny’s hand in hers was enough to have her turning and running the other way, pulling her brother around a corner into a dark alleyway. 

Then managed to doge Plasmius vea alleyways, running into Sam in one of the darker ones. They found Tucker standing between to people in odd tanish-brown uniforms, looking harassed. Sam explained, as fast as she could that those people where a part of DALV co. and were taking over everything. Danny was incensed and protective of his friend he ran out and decked one in the face, Sam following moments after slammed her boot into the other person’s face.

The four of them celebrated being together, but it was short lived. Plasmius floated above them a contemplative look on his face. Tucker saw him first, then Sam, Danny and finally Jazz. Vlad slow clapped, dozens of other uniformed people stood along the large road, two distivive paths with varying traps lay in each lane. Emboldened by his friends Danny glared at Plasmius.

“We- What is this? The boys scouts?” He shouted, his words echoing down the silent road. Plasmius blinked, a bit of shock flashing on his face before his signature smirk appeared again.

“Oh, oh? You still have some Spark in you left Danny-Boy~” He drawled, snapping out the work ‘spark’ like a barb, causing Danny to flinch. “Here, I’ll play nice. Whoever makes it to my ‘Party’ can go free” The four of them looked at each other and nodded, starting to move forward. I was only Danny’s quick movement that kept Sam from being blasted into fine powder. 

“Ah, ah, ah!” Plasmius sign-songed, his finger wagging in a mocking, no, gesture. “I didn’t tell you the rules yet!” Danny gave a guttural Growl low in his throat. “Tks- Just for that Sonny-boy, I’ll only tell you two.” Sam and Jazz frowned at Danny, who looked sheepish.

“Number One: You must go in pairs of two!” He smirked as Jazz pulled Danny closer to her “Number Two: You must arrive in formal attire” He then bowed and disappeared in a poof of purple smoke. 

They split up, Jazz with Danny, and Sam with Tucker. After fighting through mutable obstacles, including but not limited to a cookie factory, a mulch machine and that one scrap scene from Robots. Jazz’s group made it to the event, somehow barely scrounging up semi-formal wear for the ‘Party’. Danny came in the door moments after full ghost at top speed, wearing bowtie, and fist amed at Vlad. Who was sitting at a high class table with a fancy suit a wine in hand.

The dream ends there, or sorta falls apart there.

[keeroo92]

Savior, Bloodstain, Hellfire, Shadow Ch8 V x Reader

Chapter 8 - A Taste of Heaven

NSFW

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May 30th, 3:12 pm

As V touches down, his snow-white hair fading back to black, he loses his balance and falls to one knee. You’re still standing where he left you, having watched the entire display of raw, unrestrained power from a safe distance. Now, you run towards him in concern. Despite the last few days of his sullenness and almost total disregard of you, you are drawn to him by an almost electric pull.

“V!” You gasp out as you reach him, leaning down to help him stand. “Are you alright?”

He ignores your arms reaching out to help him rise and utter agony flashes across his face as he grunts, straining to lift his own body weight and favoring his injured left side heavily.

“I’m fine,” he mutters stubbornly.

Your vision swims as rage overtakes you at his words. He just single handedly wiped out eleven Empusa and a Queen, something you would have needed hours to accomplish, if you even could, then collapses, and expects you to accept that he’s fine?!

 Like. HELL.

You tremble with the force of your anger as the silence and painful lack of contact with V over the last few days overwhelms you, vision going red as you reach forward to land a hard smack across his cheek. His eyes widen as he recoils, lips parting in shock as he almost falls to the ground, but he manages to stay upright as you scream at him.

“What the actual FUCK, V?! You are NOT FINE! Goddamnit, I’m here to help you stay alive, not watch you exhaust yourself to the point of near death! LET ME HELP YOU or I swear to GOD, I will punch you in the throat so hard Nightmare will feel it from your fucking gorgeous HAIR!!!”

You pause, breathing hard as your rage cools from a boil to a simmer in your gut. V looks at you through his silky hair you so enjoyed touching and smirks. SMIRKS!

“You think my hair is gorgeous?” he asks you innocently.

You shove him in the chest and he staggers, catching himself with his cane before he falls. You give him your very best Death Glare, with capital letters thank you very much, and he starts laughing!

The sound almost, almost, shakes you out of your rage.

“This isn’t funny, V! I know you’re some badass devil hunter summoner and you probably have a fourth fucking summon hidden in your goddamn EYELASHES, but – goddamn it stop laughing!”

He struggles for a moment but finally stops laughing. He looks at you earnestly, the most heartfelt look he’s given you in days. Your anger deflates, retreating into a sharp sadness as you wonder what’s been going on in his head to have made him treat you so coldly.

His eyes narrow and he bites his lip, looking away, and you realize you must’ve asked that question out loud. Refusing to retreat, you cross your arms and wait for him to answer you and prepare another slap if he says something stupid.

“Y/N…” he shifts his weight, clearly uncomfortable with what he needs to say. “I apologize for my behavior. I have not been… myself since I was injured. I don’t do well when I feel powerless. There are things about me I cannot tell you, but going forward I will treat you with more kindness. Can you forgive me?”

You growl deep in the back of your throat, not satisfied with his half-answer. “That doesn’t answer my question, V. What’s going on with you?”

He looks at his feet, hiding his emerald gaze from you behind his hair.

“I… I allowed my frustration to get the better of me. We’re running out of time to catch up, and it gets under my skin. I… believed our interactions to be a distraction that would slow us down even further, and I can’t allow any further delays. Again, I apologize.”

You huff, still not satisfied but realizing that’s the most straightforward answer you’re going to get. There’s still one last question he has to answer before you move on, though.

You reach out, not daring to even breathe as you rest your hand on his shoulder. He looks up at you again, waiting. You bite your lower lip, terrified of his answer but needing to know all the same.

“Do you really think this… I… am just a distraction and nothing more?”

You realize you’re crying again as you watch his face, searching for any shred of fondness or affection for you. His face shifts back to the flat, dead arrangement of his features he’s worn for the last few days and your heart breaks for an instant before his eyes fill with tenderness and his mouth twists into the tiniest of smiles. Your heart soars as he speaks.

“You are so much more that a distraction to me,” he finally responds, reaching out to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear and you smile gently at him, hesitantly leaning into his touch. It feels magical to have his skin on yours again, even just this small contact makes you dizzy with relieved tension and eased fears.

“Then I forgive you. Just DON’T. DO IT. AGAIN.” You punctuate the last few words with pokes to his chest and he strokes your cheek with his thumb, wiping away the remnants of your tears as he speaks.

“Never.”

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Barely a half hour later, recognition stirs within your mind as you turn down a new street.

I know this place…

You walk a little faster, V doing his best to keep up as you stride to a familiar building. He frowns as he reads the sign aloud.

“Frank’s Bar and Grill? Why have we stopped here?”

“I used to work here and I think there may be something here to lift your spirits.”

You smile, spotting exactly what you were hoping to see in the parking lot. You push the door open and it thankfully opens; the demons appeared during business hours, it seems. V follows you inside the dark bar and pauses, waiting for his eyes to adjust. You know the bar well enough to not need to pause; the familiar booths and motorcycle memorabilia greeting you through the darkness like an old friend. You carefully pick your way behind the bar, arms outstretched just in case someone left a bar stool too far out or something. Your hand slides down the wooden bar, feeling the familiar grain of the oak under your fingertips until you reach the register. You duck down, looking beneath the counter and find what you’d been looking for – keys. You also take a moment to stow a couple mostly-full bottles in your bag with a mischievous smirk.

You stand up, triumphantly jangling the keys for V to hear.

“You’re about to feel so, so much better…”

As you walk back to V, you spot a long piece of shiny metal on your right. You smile and pick it up, glad to finally have a more suitable weapon. You give the metallic baseball bat a few swings, then head to V and lead him back into the sunshine outside, hastily wrapping the strap of your bag around the bat to free your hands.

The keys turn out to be for an old Yamaha motorcycle, dark blue and decorated with several tasteless stickers. The backseat is small and doesn’t have a back to it so V won’t be able to lean back. You grin at him as you climb into the driver’s seat and turn the key, the engine roaring to life. You chuckle as he jumps slightly at the sound and you toss him a helmet.

“See V? Told you we’d find a way to catch up. Look, it even has a mostly full tank of gas!” you shout as he approaches, struggling to be heard over the engine’s roar. He carefully gets on behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold on.

“Indeed you did! You do know how to drive this, right?” he yells in your ear. You twist the throttle in response, making the machine somehow make even more noise.

“Now hold on!” you shout and kick with your left foot while squeezing the lever on the left handlebar simultaneously, shifting into gear as you barely twist the right handlebar, and he grips your waist even more tightly as the bike smoothly rolls forward out of the parking lot. Once on the main road, you twist the accelerator again and kick, shifting into second gear as you build a little more speed. V’s hands on your waist grip you tightly but not painfully, and you take a moment to revel in his hands on your body, wondering what it would feel like for him to touch you in other areas. You can barely hear V over the bike’s engine as he yells at top volume.

“I’ve never been on one of these before!”

You smirk, enjoying the fact that you finally found something you can do that he can’t that directly contributes to his mission.

“Just don’t let go of my waist and lean with me during turns! Don’t worry, I’ve got this!” you shout back to him as you shift into third, zooming past areas that would have taken all day to walk through. You have to backtrack frequently as the roads are blocked by vehicles, debris, and the strange elevation changes caused by the tree. Your mind drifts as you drive, remembering the day your ex taught you to ride. A long and exhausting day, but even more exhausting was the man himself.

I’m glad I got away from him.

The wind rushes by you as you cruise through the city, time passing in a blur. You drive until dusk and finally slow in a residential area. Houses spread out around you, white picket fences and perfectly landscaped gardens like icing on a cake. You park in a cul-de-sac and V slowly lets go of your waist, giving you a slight pang at the loss of sensation. You stretch your arms to the sides, then take off the stifling helmet and dismount, V doing the same.

“We covered so much ground today. We might actually be able to meet Nero and Nico tomorrow,” he says happily. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this pleased; he almost seems to bounce as he strides to the nearest house.

“I hope they’re doing alright…” you respond, quickly catching up to him by the door. The house isn’t huge, a single story. You try the door and find it locked.

“Allow me,” V says dramatically and you back away instinctively. He gestures with one arm, summoning Shadow. She materializes in a blur, already barreling toward the door to the house. She crashes against it, ripping the door right off its hinges and flinging it ten feet into the room beyond. V gives her a rewarding pat as the pair of you head inside. She purrs loudly as you scratch under her chin as you pass, then vanishes in a cloud of black shards.

You try not to look at the photos lining the entryway of a happy family, but you find yourself hoping they escaped the carnage. The home is freezing cold, colder than outside. Someone must have left the AC on. You and V explore the house cautiously, wary of any demonic activity. Your eyes skim the living area, looking homey with a lumpy looking brown couch and oak coffee table set before the television. You turn left and find a kitchen, dirty dinner dishes still stacked in the sink. The linoleum floor clacks beneath your feet as you check the cupboards, finding pasta and a bottle of sauce to your immense pleasure.

“Help me look for a pot to cook pasta in, and a saucepan too,” you instruct him and he starts opening cupboards systematically across from you.

You try the stove top, fairly certain it won’t be functional but pleasantly surprised when a gas flame shoots out. V brings you a large pot and a laughably small saucepan. The water works when you turn the faucet and you lock eyes with V for a moment in utter joy.

“V… we might get to shower!” you tell him excitedly and he smirks at your enthusiasm.

You cook the pasta and heat the sauce, making a simple but satisfying meal for the two of you. You eat in near silence, too busy enjoying the food to talk. For a time the only sound is the clatter of silverware on plates, which V had brought you as well. You look over at him and see him slurp up some pasta that had been dangling from his full lips. You chuckle at the sight and he glances at you, raising an eyebrow quizzically.

“You have a little sauce on your chin,” you tell him, and he wipes his chin with the back of his wrist, missing the sauce entirely. You laugh again and reach out a hand to help him.

“Here, let me,” you say, and he holds perfectly still as your fingers brush against his chin, his stubble scraping your fingertips and sending a jolt through you. Your hand trembles a bit, partially from fatigue and partially due to the sensation of touching him so intimately. He takes the opportunity to take your fingers in his mouth and you feel his warm tongue licking away the sauce you had removed from his chin, his mouth sucking gently.

 That feels… oh my…

His tongue caresses your fingers once more, the sauce long gone, and you barely suppress a moan as heat pools low in your stomach. He lets your fingers go and looks you right in the eyes.

“Delicious…” he whispers in a downright dangerously seductive tone and another surge of arousal rises within you, making your head feel light and your heart beat excitedly.

You swallow nervously at the sparkle in his eyes, the smirk on his tempting lips proving that he knows exactly the effect he’s having on you. You blush, suddenly overly aware of your unkempt hair and unwashed body.

“I… I’m going to go try the shower…” you stammer out and somehow manage to step away from him.

“I’ll be picturing you in there until I get my turn. Take your time,” he growls, eyes carefully watching your stride. Your body betrays you as you pause at his words, a heady gush of warm energy shooting from your toes to the top of your head, but you keep walking, determined to scrub away the filth of the last… however long it had been since your last actual shower.

You find the shower easily enough, barely noticing the blue walls and seafoam green towels on the rack. You fiddle with the knobs and are rewarded with a chilled spray of water. You wait, hoping for hot water, and almost cry in happiness when the temperature shifts. You strip, indulging yourself slightly and imagining V’s hands removing your clothes, and step into the hot spray.

You ruminate on the last few days, remembering all the interruptions in moments of almost-kissing, and you growl in frustration.

 Damn demons. Damn Griffon. Damn V’s dumb ego and rush to deal with Urizen. All I want is five minutes, five minutes to fucking kiss the guy…

You imagine what it might feel like to have his lips against yours, that adorable smirk opening to let you taste him. The flirting, the banter, the almosts have been driving you mad with desire.  You remember the feeling of leaning on his shoulder, sharing trail mix. His arm wrapping around your waist after you hugged him. The look of hunger in his emerald eyes each time you were within inches of each other.

You need release like a blanket on a snow day, and your hand drifts to your stomach, sliding lower to open yourself up. The thoughts keep coming, ever faster. The press of his lips on your wrist, his hand in yours. The timbre of his voice as he’d confessed his interest in you. Your fingers in his mouth, oh my… His hands in your air, washing it.

Your fingers move faster and faster against your sensitive bundle of nerves, quiet gasps escaping your lips as you rock your hips against your hand. Blood thunders in your ears as you put pressure on that one little spot, rubbing hard and fast now. You think of the feel of his hair through your fingertips, the silky softness of it, and you wonder how he’d react if you pulled it and you come undone as you visualize the look on his face, a single long moan escaping you as your release pulses through your body in a tidal wave of pleasure.

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V

V hears the water turn on and smiles, extremely gratified by your reaction to his playful teasing over dinner. He only pictures you in the shower for a moment before respectfully redirecting his thoughts. He stands, gathering the dishes together and bringing them to the sink.

 There’s no point actually washing them, considering the circumstances, but at the least I can clear the area so Y/N can cook if she wants to in the morning.

He reflects on the change within him since you slapped him and yelled at him. Seeing the rage on your face and remembering your obvious worry over the days prior to it had shaken something within him, something bold and hungry, that tiny voice in the back of his mind screaming as it finally broke the thick walls he’d built to contain it and took control. He didn’t want to ignore how he felt about you anymore; in fact, he couldn’t. If he’d ever had any chance of not caring for you, it was long passed.

His entire existence was centered around one purpose – to defeat Urizen, and goddamnit he wanted more than that! And he didn’t want to die most of all. Perhaps it was selfish of him, to picture a fantasy of being happy with you, but tonight he doesn’t care.

To pass the time, he explores the house more fully, indulging his curiosity. It seems a family of two women and a young child lived here, the pictures on the walls featuring them smiling and playing together. He finds the child’s room but doesn’t enter; it felt strange to even consider snooping on a child. Instead he wanders toward where the sounds of you showering are emanating from, assuming it leads to the master bedroom. His cane clicks against the wood flooring, sheath left in the main area of the home.

He mentally congratulates himself when he proves himself correct. The bed looks quite large, easily enough room for you both, and he smiles gently at the idea of sleeping next to you again. Maybe this time he’ll even have the nerve to touch you?

He hears a door open, and glances back to the bathroom to see you standing in the hallway wearing nothing but a towel. You walk toward him with lidded eyes and he swallows, mouth suddenly dry at the sight of your still-wet skin and damp hair.

“All yours, I left the water on for you too. Maybe next time we can share?” you say coquettishly as you pass him, and the image of your naked forms pressed together beneath the warm spray makes him harden slightly and he has to suppress a moan. He turns to watch you walk to the closet, your hips swaying more than normal and catches a whiff of the vanilla soap you used.

 Tease… two can play at that game.

“I doubt we’d get very clean… in fact, I guarantee it…” he says with a smirk as he walks away, leaving you to your thoughts. He reaches the bathroom and goes to close the door, then smirks and leaves it open a few inches. He starts removing his clothes, wondering if there was time to wash them as well. The leather of his coat stood up fairly well to demon blood and ichor, but his pants were a different story once again. Sighing, he reaches out to test the water.

It is a pleasing temperature, hot enough to make him feel comfortable. He steps into the spray eagerly, letting out a loud groan of pleasure as the water hits his exhausted body. He braces his unhurt arm against the wall, leaning into the water and letting it soak his hair and bandage. He tilts his face up into the spray, letting the water cleanse away all the time spent fighting and riding behind you.

Eventually, he looks at the available soaps and shampoos. Most are far too strongly scented for his liking, but one is a subtle lavender scent and he uses that on his hair. He massages the shampoo into his scalp and remembers the way you caressed his hair a few short days ago. He smiles, turning around to rinse away the suds.

He takes his time washing his body; to slip and fall here would be terribly embarrassing. As he reaches his groin, his thoughts return to the feel of your touch, the taste of your fingers mixed with pasta sauce, the sound of your laugh. He remembers the very first day you met, when you slid into him in the back of Nico’s van and absentmindedly strokes himself.

 I shouldn’t be doing this…

Yet his hand keeps moving, and the thoughts keep coming to mind. The glassy eyed look you got when he teased you. The way your arms felt around him when you bandaged him. The power of your body leaning during motorcycle turns. The feeling of kissing the soft skin of your wrist. All the moments that have been building between you run through his mind as his hand quickens, breath coming in pants now.

 I really shouldn’t be doing this…

His mind transitions from memory to things he hopes are yet to come and he pictures you lying beneath him, eyes glassy as he enters you for the first time. Imagines the taste of your mouth on his. Imagines his hands on your skin, touching you everywhere. Imagines the sounds you might make when you come undone, just for him.

At that, he explodes. He lets out a long, shuddering breath, trying to be as quiet as possible, but a tiny moan slips past his parted lips. He stands there, slowly pumping through his pleasure as his mind goes blank, his imagination finally satiated.

He finishes cleaning himself and shuts off the water, carefully stepping out of the shower to get a towel. His emerald gaze checks the door, seeing it still as he’d left it, untouched. He towels his hair and stares into the mirror as he wraps it around his waist.

 Get a hold of yourself. Focus.

The recently released voice within him voices the thought he’s been avoiding since the moment of his creation; I don’t want to. I want to live.

He turns away from his reflection with a sigh and steps out into the bedroom to find you in a pair of pajama bottoms and a tight t-shirt, lying in bed with the covers turned already for him and another set of pajamas laid out. He smiles, pleased to see the invitation. He watches your face as he stands before you, towel slung purposefully low on his hips and water still dripping down his patterned chest. You part your lips and he quirks an eyebrow at you playfully as he steps forward to take the pajamas, turning only after you look away blushing.

He returns to the bathroom to change, still thinking about the way your blush makes you glow. He dresses quickly, exhaustion hitting him even as thoughts of you continue racing through his mind. He comes back to the bedroom, having not bothered with the shirt you’d left for him, and he relishes the way your glinting eyes roam his body as he approaches the bed. He yawns, and you smile as he joins you in bed.

You face each other silently for a moment, both enjoying the peace. You reach out to touch his hair, and his eyes drift closed. His face relaxes as you touch him and he leans into your hand. You stop and turn over, grabbing the hairbrush you’d found.

“Sit up, V. I’m going to brush your hair,” you tell him. He smirks but rises obediently, eyes still closed. You begin at the ends, working your way through the tangled mass of wet strands as gently as you can.

“Thank you,” he sighs contentedly. You brush his hair gently, the strokes soothing and full of tenderness he has not known since he was a child. You brush until all the tangles are gone, then gently press his shoulder to make him lie back down. You put the brush back and turn to face him again. Your hand reaches out to stroke his hair again and he chuckles.

“You really like my hair, eh?”

You blush but murmur a yes.

“What else do you like?” he asks softly, playfully.

Your hand moves from his hair to his neck to trace one of the dark lines of his tattoos.  You keep going, hand gliding down his chest. You scoot closer to him, until you’re only inches apart and he wraps an arm around you. He opens his eyes, meeting yours immediately. You gasp softly at the look of affection in his emerald orbs and he pulls you even closer to him. You can smell the lavender soap he used, already mixing with his natural scent. The combination is easily the best thing you’ve ever smelled.

You and V move in unison, closing the distance between you at long last, uninterrupted as you finally, blessedly feel his lips on yours. Your lips meet gently, cautiously. His mouth is so soft against yours you almost think you’ve imagined it. Then you hear him inhale deeply and press his lips more firmly against yours, moving against you deliciously. You moan softly and he pulls back.

“So that’s what heaven tastes like…” he whispers softly, and you stroke his cheek affectionately. He turns his head to kiss your palm, then settles against the pillows.

“Goodnight, my poet…” you whisper back.

“Goodnight, my little fox…” he murmurs, and you both drift into a deep, dreamless sleep, still holding each other close.

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The Girl I’m Running From Now--Chapter 1

PRESENT DAY

Sunlight filtered through thin curtains hitting me directly on the face. I furrow my eyebrows as I try to gain my barrings. Slowly, I open my eyes and stare up at the white ceiling. I glance around the room and see that I’m in an unknown room. Finally, I’m fully awake and start to feel groggy and taste of remains of whiskey on my breath. As I try to get up, a strong hand holds tight onto my waist. I look over to see who’s bed I’m in. My eyes widen and my stomach begins to roll like a washing machine, ready to empty its contents at any moment, as my mind processes the nude form on top of me.

In the bed with me is a beautiful brunette. Her pale skin is warm to the touch and her face, usually hard and serious, is now soft and peaceful.

The sight only makes my head spin further.

Alex Danvers. I’m in bed with Alex Danvers. The sister of the woman I love.

I am screwed.

I carefully remove the woman’s arm from around me and adjust the pillow I was lying on so she could hug to her body. I quickly look around the room for my clothes and find almost all of my outfit from last night, except for the ankle boots I was wearing. I quietly make my way out of the bedroom and to the living room. In a matter of minutes, I grab and put on my boots, making sure to pull on my leather jacket and pull my phone out of my pocket. I run out of the apartment, making sure the door does not slam behind me and make my way outside the building.

I breathe deeply in an attempt to calm myself down, before calling for an Uber. I tap my right foot urgently as I wait the five minutes for the driver to arrive. The driver arrives on time and I practically throw myself into the back seat, locking the door for good measure. The man doesn't say a word, thankfully, and drives me to my apartment. The drive I quick and silent, a perfect atmosphere to allow me to further wallow in my guilt and disgust at my actions. The second we reach the apartment, I thank the man and run out and into my building. The stairs move quickly under my feet as I run up to my apartment.

I yank out my key and open my door with a loud bang. I begin to panic further as the sound of Kara’s ringtone fills the air. I shake my head, willing for her to stop calling. She blesses me by leaving me a voice message. I pull out the phone and ignore the icon. I quickly call my landlord an let him know I will be leaving later today. He covers his surprise by saying he would be keeping the deposit. I agree and tell him I’ll be leaving him the keys on the kitchen island before abruptly hanging up.

I take a moment to pull out an iced coffee I had been saving in the back of my fridge and chug it down. As I drank I came to the conclusion that I had to leave much earlier then I had planned. I was waiting to leave after the wedding but now I knew I had to make a move, quickly. I toss the glass bottle in the recycling and quickly make up my mind on where to go.

I take a few minutes to look through my phone and find the email about a job in Colorado I had received earlier in the week. I quickly email the employer back and look for apartments for rent near the school. After sending an email to a few landlords about some open places, I grab the keys to my Jeep Wrangler and lock up before running back down and into my car. It only takes a few minutes until I make it to my destination. I pull up quickly and park near the entrance. Not missing a beat, I lock up the Jeep and head inside.

An older man, around forty, looks up from the desk he is behind and smiles kindly at me. My serious look must have startled him as he careful speaks up once I’m in front of him.

“How can I help you?”

“I need a trailer. Big enough to store the furniture and boxes for a one bedroom apartment. I need it today,” I explain.

The man stares at me for a moment then turns to the computer. I tap my foot, waiting for him to finish. He turns back to me, a long slip of paper in his right hand.

“This is the lease. You have four days to bring it back. The price depends on where you will be dropping it off,”

“Colorado,” I cut him off, “Durango, Colorado. Also, I’d like twenty moving boxes, large in size, and if you can direct me to someone who can pack up my belongings.”

The man proceeds to stare at me for another beat then turns back to the computer. Fifteen minutes later, I have a slip of paper in my hand and a trailer hitched onto my Jeep. I quickly make my way back to the apartment, having dialed the number the store’s attendant had given me on the way there, ready to wait for the four men that would help put in the furniture inside the trailer. The whole moving process finishes right as the clock strikes 2oclock with the help of the men, all the boxes I had packed up were also placed into the trailer along with my furniture.

I look around the apartment, satisfied that there is nothing inside and make my way down the stairs and into my Jeep. I breathe a sigh of relief as I tun the keys and the motor comes to life with a loud purr. I wait a moment for the oil to circulate in the vehicle before pulling out of the spot and out of the building’s parking. Just as I stop at the traffic light next to the building I make out a grey Hybrid turn on the street. My eyes widen in fear and I quickly maneuver my way out of the street and onto a side road. My foot presses har on the gas as the house past by me, trying to escape from being seen by the owner of the Hybrid.

I make my way out of that part of the neighborhood and I make my way into the parking lot of a Walmart. Making sure I find a spot easily able to move out of, I park and turn off the engine. My breathing heaves heavily as I try to grasp my bearings. My breathing finally calms and I can feel the Jeep’s cabin slowly become cool from the outside temperature. Just as I’m getting ready to leave the Jeep and make a quick journey into the store, my phone starts ringing. On the screen of my phone is Kara’s face, bright and happy as always. I just watch it ring for a few minutes until the call is forwarded to voicemail. I carefully take the phone and lock it inside the Jeep’s passenger compartment.

The trip through Walmart is quick and through. I pull out dozens of packets of sunflower seeds, chips, sodas, energy drinks, and basically any junk food that would keep me awake on my trip. It takes another few minutes to pay for my bounty and reach my Jeep. I can hear the phone ringing again as I pull out of the parking lot. I shake my head, refusing to answer and make my way out of the city. It takes forty-five minutes to leave the city and another hour to leave the state. My breathing had quickened when I saw the sign that said ‘Leaving Midvale, California’ and finally steadied when seeing the ‘Entering San Diego, California’ sign approaching fast next to the road. The phone keeps ringing after each hour on the road as if keeping track of how far away I was getting. It was getting so aggravating that I turned the phone on to ‘Airplain Mode.’

I finally made it to Yuma, Arizona after five hours. Checking on the dashboard I notice I only had half the tank full, so I pull over to a gas station and fill up the tank. I’m quickly on the road again after a quick trip to the woman’s room. I finally felt free from the suffocating air that had surrounded me this morning.

Had suffocated me from the first time I met her.

The first time I met Kara.

The first time I knew my life no longer was my own.

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MIDVALE, CALIFORNIA

7 YEARS AGO

My father’s business, Luthor Corp, had exploded with wealth and over time Lex had decided to follow in his footsteps. It began a competition between us, Lex and I. I had lost the war and the love for STEM quickly after Aunt Mercy had announced Lex the winner and I the loser. It was obvious she decided to take mother’s side in placing Lex on a pedestal and me lonely lovechild that would only bring shame to the Luthor family name. I had gotten into a verbal fight with my mother directly after that, effectively sending me to live with my cousin Sam and Aunt Patricia in Midvale to prevent me from causing another scene with her.

I was taken out of my previous school, a boarding school in Scotland, and sent into public school. I truly hoped Midvale High School would be the first and last public school I would attend. The school was nice in appearance, its only fault was that it was infested with teenage hormones and idiocity, a thing I had escaped by being sent to a school of rich kids. My only saving grace was Sam, who was my own age and would share classes with me from time to time.

I had gotten through my first week of school, only to be told that we would have to take practice state tests at the end of the week and into the next. By that first Friday of school, I was done with public school. The students were annoyingly stupid, rude, filled with gossip and overall overgrown puppies that could not take any direction whatsoever. I remember my feet dragging as I walked into the test room, a room used of upperclassmen English AP and Dual Credit classes. The smell of well-read books hung in the air and relaxed me as I took my designated seat. I sat there waiting for the last few minutes before the bell rang for us to start the day. My mind ultimate started ranting about the tests, my finger running over the book I had in my hands.

State tests. They have no point really. The only point was to make up a paper trail to the government that the state was doing their job in giving an education to the masses. It was silly really, especially since it did no go to the actual impact of our culture. All it did was to create a system of creating mindless humans that could dictate all fifty states in one song!

My mind continued to rant and seethe in anger and annoyance when chatter from outside made its way inside the room. I rolled my eyes.

Noise! Do they always have to make a scene? Do they not know that they look ridiculous shouting halfway across the hallway?

I slowly turn my head to the door at the end of the room and watch as a boy with spiky hair and pale skin laughing loudly with another boy, this one obviously Asian had fair skin and short curly hair. They both stopped at the entrance and turn around.

"Come on Kara,” the Asin boy shouted exasperated, “We gotta start soon!”

My right eye twitches with annoyance as the other boy shout for this Kara person to hurry up. I shake my head and decide to turn back to my book when a figure makes its way into the entrance behind the two boys.

What?

My breath catches as a girl carrying a book in her hands stops next to the two boys.

Time stops.

I can’t breathe.

My heart for some reason skips a beat then hurridly runs forward in a sprint.

I can feel my face warm up all the way down to my neck and to the tops of my ears.

My eyes move on their own as they look over the teenager. The girl is tall, about half a foot taller than me. Her soft face has a shy expression as if embarrassed by the actions of her friends shouting. Her glasses frame her face perfectly, lining up just below her soft eyebrows. He hair flows in soft curls over her shoulders, a lovely shade of honey in color. She looks small in the large grey sweatshirt she is in, the oversized bellbottom jeans helped as well. On her feet were a pair of vans, no longer white as there were now scribbles and doodles drawn onto the surface.

I try to hold a gasp as her dazing blue eyes somehow catch my stare. She stares back at me for a few seconds until my mind catches onto my rational actions and I quickly turn back around to the front of the room, pretending the beautiful girl doesn’t exist.

I can hear them move to their seat. For some reason, a voice inside of me pleads that she be placed in a seat in front of me. My silent prayer is answered when she takes a seat three seats in front and a row to the right of me. A small smile makes it’s way on my face as I see her fumble through her book, looking for a pencil she brought. The bell rings and we all get ready to be given the testing packets, my eyes glancing every few minutes to the blonde.

The day goes on, the tests are passed, and I finish within two hours. Usually, I could finish the whole sixty question tests in one hour, but my continued staring at the girl make makes my mind go blank for a moment before I quickly gather my thoughts and go on the next ten questions or so only to restart the process all over again. Long after I turned in my test, to the annoyance of all students in the room as I was the first to finish, I would read my book and look up to the girl again. A vicious circle that continued well into the day and finally ended when lunch finished and anyone was allowed to leave.

The following two days passed by just the same. She would enter the room, and my mind would no longer belong to me. She would glance over at me a few times from her seat. My heart soar when she did, as she would give me a soft smile and I, in a panic, would look away with a furious blush on my cheeks.

It's a pain to have my conscious leave me due to this girl during those three days.

It was annoying.

It was not me.

It was exhilarating.

It was the first time I had ever felt my heart pound with want and need.

It's my first love.

And all I knew was her first name.

Kara.

The girl that took my breathe away with just one glance.

The girl that ultimately would take my heart and never return it.

The girl I’m running from now.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17432783/chapters/41041712 

[xkpopobsessedx]

Hello love

- Gif belongs to me.

- Kisu Master list 

---

~ 3 years earlier ~

I pulled my scarf up, covering more of my face, silently cursing the chilly fall day and the fact that my coffee maker died this morning, “Stupid cheap coffee pot.” I mumbled walking through the crowds of people; all I wanted to do was drink my coffee while finishing up papers for work, but here I am with my bag secured on my back while I make my way to the coffee shop. As I got closer, the smell of coffee and sweets filled my nose making my stomach growl.

“Aish, finally.” I whined, my eyes reading the sign that said ‘Busy Bean Cafe’, my body finally reaching the front of the shop. My hand wrapped around the handle and pulled it open, the warm air greeted my chilled bones when I stepped in.

The barista smiled at me as I wandered closer to the counter, “Hello welcome to Busy Bean, I can take your order whenever you are ready.” I nodded scanning for seat so I could set my bag down, I quickly found a booth and discarded my bag while taking off my coat and scarf.

I made my way over to the counter, leaning on it as I looked up at the white and black menu boards, “I would like an large iced caramel coffee and the breakfast burrito with hash browns.”

“Anything else?”

I shook my head smiling, “That’s all for me.” I paid for my order, giving the girl my name for when my order was ready.

“That will be ready shortly.” I smiled, thanking her and pushing off the counter, returning to my seat the vinyl squeaking under me.

“All right let’s get this done.” I flipped open a file looking it over while my computer booted up. My drink and food came out just a few minutes later, the steam carrying the smell up to my nose.

“Is there anything else I can get you ?”

I shook my head picking up my food, “I’m all set.” The waitress bowed slightly and left, I took a big bite, a small groan leaving my lips as the taste of the food spread across my tongue. I dug into my work, tuning everything out until the bell on the door dinged again.

A group of six very rowdy boys came in, I picked my coffee up drinking it as I watched them. The younger ones kicked and tripped each other while the older boys looked over the menu. One of them turned around scanning the other people—our eyes met causing me to squeak, but I couldn’t look away, his dark eyes had me hooked.

I set my cup down blushing as I smiled at him, a smirk came across his face as he turned around, the sharp features of his face showing as he looked up to read the menus. I tuned back out until once again a noise close to me caught my attention, “Is this seat taken?”

I quickly looked up from the file that rested in my hands, letting out a yelp, my eyes meeting his once more, only this time he was sitting across from me, “Uh, no.” I laughed feeling my face heat up once again.

“Awesome.” He sunk back against the booth, sipping his coffee.

“Goodness he is handsome.”

“Oh why thank you.” He wiggled his shoulders, pretending to fix his hair.

I slapped the file against my face, “Did I say that out loud?”

“You sure did, I could say the same for you. Only you’re not handsome, you’re way too beautiful for that.”  He placed his arms on the table, leaning on them.

“What?” I laughed squinting at him.

“I’m Kisu, by the way.”

“Y/N.”

“Beautiful name, too.” I shook my head looking down at my computer, my eyes landing on the time.

“Crap! I’m gonna be late for work.” I shut my laptop and began to gather my things.

“Before you rush off like Cinderella, can I by chance get your number?” I grabbed my pen scribbling my number down on a napkin, my heart pounded in my chest watching him smile, “Well Y/N, I’ll be talking to you later. Get to work safe and have a good day.” He slid the napkin in his coat pocket, moving out of the booth.

“Kisu! Stop bugging the pretty girl and come on!” He looked over his shoulder smiling, my knees giving out when he winked at me.

____

~ Two weeks later ~

5:30, the last half hour til I am out of here, out of this uncomfortable desk chair and I can ditch these heels that make my feet throb every time I walk.

My eyes burned as I finished up my last file, “Come on time you can move a little faster.”

Ping ping

I clicked my home button, waking my phone up, a text from Kisu on my screen his nickname making me laugh.

Coffee Bean: There’s a new restaurant I wanna try. Be my date?

I smiled, quickly typing back, my heart pounding at the thought of seeing him again. We have only talked and texted since meeting at the coffee shop.

Me: Currently working until 6, I can meet you at the place?

Coffee Bean: Actually I’d like to pick you up, if that’s okay with you?

Me: That’s okay with me!

I texted him the address of my work and finished things up so I could freshen up, this last little bit needing to hurry up.

____

I just finished putting my things in my car when Kisu pulled up, the soft purr of his cars engine filling the air. The passenger window rolled down with a squeak revealing his smiling face behind large black framed glasses.

“You ready?” He asked, a smile taking form on his full lips.

“I am!” I made sure my car was locked and got into his, my body settling into the leather seats, the woodsy smell of Peru balsam filling my nose.

“So how was your day?” He asked pulling out of the parking garage and onto the main road.

I sank back into the seat looking at him, “It was okay, super busy all day. I had two bites of my food before i had to leave for court.”

Kisu’s head whipped around, “Court?”

I laughed gently grabbing his arm, “I’m a lawyer, I guess we never talked about what each of us do for a job.”  

He laughed, “No we haven’t.”

“I promise i’m not some crazed criminal.” I squeezed his forearm then let it fall back into my lap.

Kisu wiped his forehead laughing, “That's good.”  

“Did I make you a little nervous!?”

“I mean someone as pretty as you could get away with just about anything.”

I clicked my tongue looking out the windshield, “I'll have to keep that on mind, anyways, how as your day?”

“Well it was okay, I was pretty busy, too. Jeonguk showed us a new dance and I worked on some solo music.” He explained, shrugging his shoulders.

“I take it you're not a lawyer.” I laughed

“That I am not.”

I sat there for a second, “Are you an idol?”

“Yes, I’m fortunate enough to be in a group called 24K.”

“That’s awesome, you get to travel and experience all these things!” I turned in the seat so I was facing him more.

“I love it, wouldn’t trade it.” We drove a little bit longer talking about a little bit of everything before reaching the restaurant, “Ahhh we are finally here!”

I looked out my window, ‘The Hive’ etched on the wooden sign came into view, the soft lights making the parking lot glow.

“This place looks amazing!” I unbuckled opening the car door, my eyes taking in the rustic theme.

He held his hand out smiling, “I hope so, but we will find out together.” I couldn't help but smile back as I placed my hand in his.

---

~ One year together ~

Kisu pov

Beep beep beep

I groaned, rolling on to my back, the sound of y/n's alarm pulling me from a sweet slumber. I laid on my hand on her shoulder gently shaking her, “Cheonsa, time to wake up.”

“I hear it, just five more minutes please.”  She tapped her phone silencing the sound.

“It's 4:30, you have court at seven. You should probably shower,you smell like our romp last night, and you might wanna cover the nice love marks I left.”

Y/n sat up quickly clicking on her lamp, “Kisu!” She rubbed her hands over her neck and collarbone, “You better not have, I don't have enough makeup.”

I pulled all the covers on me snuggling down into them, “Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Anyway, you better get in the shower, time's ticking.”

She huffed rolling out of bed, “All I wanted was five more minutes!”

I laid there, watching her stand up, her bare bottom barely covered by her night shirt, “Does it help that I think you have a nice butt?”

“ A little.” She pouted, disappearing into the bathroom.

“Good because it is!” I rolled out of bed, pulling my pj pants back on, and leaving the bedroom to head downstairs. I wandered into the kitchen my first stop being the coffee maker; I pulled the cabinet door open grabbing the bag of grounds, “One, two, three…” I counted as I poured them into the sitting water and the switch clicked under my finger, making the machine come to life.

“Cup, cup, where is it?” I opened the dishwasher, finding the cup right away, my fingers wrapped around the handle as I also grabbed the lid, sitting them both on the counter, “Okay time to pack a lunch.” Turkey wrap with all the fixings, chips, a little bag of sweets and a couple water bottles.

--

“Kisu what time is it!?” Y/n shouted, jogging down the stairs.

“5:45 babe, you have a little time.” I looked up from what I was doing, “ Wow.”

No matter how many times I have seen her in courtroom clothes, she still takes my breath away. The black pencil skirt hugged her body perfect while her light pink flowy blouse added a touch of innocence.

“What?” She whined, still pouting as she sat her black platform high heels down.

“You are just beautiful no matter what you have on or don't.” I stalked over to her, circling her once, the smell of peach body wash making me weak, “Are you sure you have to go?”

“Oof, I do.” Her hands rested on my chest as I nuzzled into her neck, “We almost have this ca- Ahh Kisu stop!”

I nipped at her collar bone one last time, “I'm sorry.” I lifted my head up looking at her.

“I gotta go get my stuff together.” She mumbled, pushing out of my hold.

I turned her so she was facing the door, “I gathered your stuff. You have lunch, coffee just how you like it and in your favorite cup along with some fruit and bagel to eat when you get to work.”  

“Thank you.” She leaned back, kissing me a few times, “I'll text you if we go to recess at all.”

“Sound good to me, go get them Ms. Lawyer. I love you, have a good day.”

Y/n laughed grabbing her things, “Thank you, I love you too handsome.”

-----

-Two years together -

The crowded airport bustled around us, the boys pulled their luggage behind them as they made their way through the crowd—time for a short tour and a few fan meets.

“You know it's to bad you couldn't come with us.” Jinhong sighed as he walked next to me.

I nodded half smiling, “I wish I could but things just didn't work out.”

“ Kisu wouldn't be so moody if you did.” Cory added, Kisu lifted his foot grazing Cory's backside.  

“I’m not moody.”

I snorted pulling him back to me, “We will be okay, I think”

Kisu nodded sighing, “This time isn't as long.” We finally reached the check in counter and the boys got checked in and luggage was taken, the time to part was now.

“Aww babe, please don't cry!” Kisu pulled me into him, rocking us back and forth, “I will get a hold of you when we get settled in.”

I sniffled nodding against his chest, “I can't help it.”

“Kisu let's go!” His manager shouted

He quickly pulled his mask down, kissing me gently. “I love you so much, and I promise we will talk later.”

“I love you too and we better, now go before we get in more trouble.” One last kiss was placed before he ran to join the group. They all waved before turning to walk away, as I made my way back through the crowd my phone vibrated in my pocket.

Kisu : I miss you already, please get home safe. Also make sure you are eating and sleeping. Do not let work consume you while I'm gone.

Me: 💜I miss you more! You also be safe, see you in a few weeks.

I slipped my phone back in my pocket and left the airport. Now to keep myself busy for two weeks.

[halcyonkrp]

For the past few years during winter, residents of the Busan region have found random presents around all the districts and until two years ago no one knew why. Two years ago, Professor Go finally discovered that the mysterious gifts came from one of the gift giving pokémon, Delibird. This Delibird had a slightly unusual appearance though, it didn’t have the shiny pink coat nor the regular orange-red, it was a darker shade of red, edging on burgundy. When the next year rolled around and more people spotted this same Delibird dropping off gifts in the middle of the night, the region unofficially nicknamed him Santa.

Now, it’s winter again and Santa has come down from the mountains like he has been for the past few years to spread some Christmas cheer. In the past years his gifts have ranged from max potions to love balls to evolution stones to pokémon dolls, so this year people are as curious as ever to see what he has in store.

And, boy, are they in for a pleasant surprise.

COMPLETING THE PROMPT

This is a timed prompt, so you have until December 23rd 5PM EST to complete it. You can only complete it one time.

To complete this prompt, either thread with a partner or solo a thread about finding the gift and opening it up. Once the gift box is open, tag @prof-go in the thread so that he can reply with what gift you got! Also, note that if you thread it with a partner, only one person from that thread gets to keep the gift, so that’s up to you to decide. If the partner that doesn’t keep the gift wants to get a gift of their own, they’ll have to complete the prompt themselves as well (or you guys could even continue the same thread and find another gift, but this time let the other partner keep the gift)!

Below is a very lengthy list with a bunch of locations and a description of the box. Before you start the prompt, please reply to this post with the number of the location your muse will be going to so we can cross it out (ex: reserving buk 1 for jihoon). Then, please wait for us to message you to go ahead and complete the prompt at that location! Each gift is only available once, so we want to make sure no one tries opening the same one! Please read the replies as well to double check the one you want isn’t taken, just in case we haven’t updated it yet!

But don’t worry, in the spirit of our successful opening thanks to you guys, and of course in the spirit of the holidays, we’re being somewhat generous with the gifts so you shouldn’t be too disappointed with whatever location you end up choosing, hopefully. Later on, you’ll notice that there’s one common characteristic amongst all the gifts, but we want to at least leave that as a surprise for now. Will we regret this in the future? Possibly. Will we still do it anyway? Absolutely.

And along with the gift, if you complete this prompt you’ll also receive 5 pokédollars! Happy holidays everyone!

GIFT LOCATIONS

NOTE :: This is a long list! So if you’d rather not read it all, we totally understand! Consider what type of pokémon your muse might want, then go ahead and skip to the district that houses that type (ex: if my muse wants electric pokémon, I would skip ahead to the sasang district!) and see if you can guess which one might have that type of pokémon! Or don’t read them at all and choose at random for a total surprise -- do whatever you want!

BUK 1 :: right in front of the buk berry forest entry, the box is green and wrapped in cream-colored and yellow ribbon, upon walking up to the box it sounds like something’s swinging its tail around // RESERVED FOR HCBOYEON BUK 2 :: inside the buk berry forest sitting against a tree, the box is a light green and wrapped in a darker shade of it, upon walking up to the box it appears to thrash around as if to lurch at the trainer  BUK 3 :: right in front of the ice center, the black box is oddly triangular and wrapped in a light yellow ribbon, upon walking up to the box it’s relatively silent save for a bit of breathing // RESERVED FOR HCAHRI BUK 4 :: inside of the ice center at the corner of the ice rink, the box is baby blue and wrapped in white ribbon, upon walking up to the box the trainer can see the bottom of it is wet and can hear a cute sneeze // RESERVED FOR HCYURI

NAM 1 :: halfway through the hike along igidae park set against a tree, the red box is round and wrapped in a light yellow ribbon, upon walking up to the box the trainer can hear what sounds like several little feet walking in circles // RESERVED FOR HCAHIN NAM 2 :: at the end of the igidae hike set unceremoniously in the grass, the red box is wrapped in both orange and green ribbons, upon walking up to the the box the trainer can hear what sounds like wings flapping at high speeds // RESERVED FOR HCCHAEMI NAM 3 :: along the coast set upon large rocks, this gray box is wrapped in white ribbon and topped with a small red bow, upon walking up to the box the trainer might get a glimpse of its contents breaching the box’s walls, then phasing back into the box -- especially if the sun is shining  // RESERVED FOR HCJAEYONG NAM 4 :: along the coast set upon sand, this orange cylindrical box is wrapped in dark brown ribbon, upon walking up to the box the trainer can see two bright yellow spots on the box as if two flashlights were shining upon it // RESERVED FOR HCYEJOON

SAHA 1 :: settled in the corner of the little prince themed observatory deck in gamcheon cultural village, this grayish-purple box is wrapped in a purple-pink ribbon, upon walking up to the box the trainer might hear a quiet purr // RESERVED FOR HCADI SAHA 2 :: along the colorful streets of gamcheon cultural village almost camouflaged and set against a small building, this white box is wrapped in both green and red ribbon, upon walking up to the box its reaction depends on the emotions of the trainer -- if the trainer is cheerful for example, the trainer may hear happy little noises // RESERVED FOR HCMINA SAHA 3 :: somewhere along the seunghak mountain hiking trail, this pale yellow box is wrapped in orange ribbon, upon walking up to the box the trainer might notice small burns on the side of it, as well as hear what sounds like something chewing on twigs // RESERVED FOR HCHAEWON SAHA 4 :: near the top of the seunghak mountain off the beaten path and set next to the mysterious sundial, this bright orange box is wrapped in cream-colored ribbon, upon walking up to the box the trainer might notice it’s burnt at the back and can hear a tail wagging around // RESERVED FOR HCJOON

DONGNAE 1 :: set in front of a specialty poffin pokésnack shop along dongnae’s poké artisan street, this light grey box is wrapped in a pale red ribbon, upon walking up to the box the trainer can hear what sounds like something sweeping the bottom of the box with its tail // RESERVED FOR HCSANGHYUN DONGNAE 2 :: set at the entrance of the heosimcheong spa, this brown box is wrapped in cream-colored ribbon, upon walking up to the box the trainer can hear four paws walking around in a circle until it seems to stop calmly // RESERVED FOR HCJOWI DONGNAE 3 :: at the north gate of the dongnae eupseong fortress, this white box is wrapped in black ribbon, upon walking up to the box the trainer can hear something scuffling inside hastily // RESERVED FOR HCJAEKYUNG DONGNAE 4 :: inside the museum of the beokcheondong gobung tombs set in the corner of the entrance, this pale yellow box is wrapped in red ribbon, upon walking up to the box the trainer might notice cuts around the box and can hear something scratching against it with sharp claws // RESERVED FOR HCMINHEE

BUSANJIN 1 :: at the edge of seomyeon tucked in the corner of a less traveled street, this black round box is wrapped in yellow and purple ribbon, upon walking up to the box the trainer might hear what sounds like hissing noises BUSANJIN 2 :: set in front of stairs that go down into the subway tunnel, this black box is wrapped in orange ribbon, upon walking up to the box the trainer might be able to smell a sweet odor that causes their head to go dizzy for a second // RESERVED FOR HCYOONHO BUSANJIN 3 :: set at the entrance of the busan general pokémon hospital, this pink box is wrapped in baby blue ribbon, upon walking up to the box the trainer might hear loud sniffing and an occasional friendly bark // RESERVED FOR HCJISOO BUSANJIN 4 :: inside jingu game corner atop one of the crane machines, this white box is wrapped in baby pink ribbon, upon walking up to the box the trainer might notice a sticky substance seeping through that smells like cotton candy // RESERVED FOR HCXEUNTAEK

GEUMJEONG 1 :: at the bottom of the Geumjeong mountain, this brown-yellow box is wrapped in cream-colored ribbon, upon picking up the box the trainer might notice that something rolls around the box inside like a ball GEUMJEONG 2 :: at the entrance of a hiking trail along Geumjeong mountain, this dark brown box is wrapped in violet ribbon, upon picking up the box the trainer might notice a small hole was starting to get drilled through the bottom   GEUMJEONG 3 :: halfway through the hike up Geumjeong mountain, this light brown box is wrapped in a darker shade of brown, upon walking up to the box the trainer might hear something rustling around inside, panting excitedly, and what sounds like pebbles rubbing against the box GEUMJEONG 4 :: at the Beomeosa Temple entrance, this grey box is wrapped in baby blue ribbon, upon walking up to the box the trainer might notice a small hole at the top of the box seemingly coming from a sort of laser beam // RESERVED FOR HCSUNBIN GEUMJEONG 5 :: at the entrance of the hidden battle dojo, this light purple box is wrapped in light green ribbon, upon walking up to the box the trainer might notice the bottom of the box is a little sticky // RESERVED FOR HCJAEHOON GEUMJEONG 6 :: inside the Beomeosa Temple settled in some corner, this grey box is wrapped in yellow ribbon, upon walking up to the box the trainer might notice scratches along the box, seemingly from claws // RESERVED FOR HCJIYOUNG

SASANG 1 :: set at the entrance of the park pokémon co. headquarters building, this cream colored box is wrapped in blue ribbon, upon walking up to the box the trainer might notice a yellow glow towards the back of the box and can hear what sounds like a bleating sound // RESERVED FOR HCHWAYOON SASANG 2 :: sitting at the entrance of warehouse potions, this blue box is wrapped in black and yellow ribbon, upon walking up to the box the trainer might notice it starts gleaming brightly // RESERVED FOR HCFELIXX SASANG 3 :: at the entrance of togepi time, this purple box is wrapped in cream-colored ribbon, upon walking up to the box the trainer might hear quiet purring // RESERVED FOR HCTATSUYA SASANG 4 :: inside the subway tunnel set against a wall, this slate grey box is wrapped in red ribbon, upon walking up to the box the trainer actually might not hear anything nor notice much movement on first sight // RESERVED FOR HCRUE SASANG 5 :: outside of the park pokémon warehouse on the sidewalk, this long rectangular brown box is wrapped in blue and silver ribbon, upon walking up to the box the trainer might notice a constant, light thumping sound of cloth hitting the box // RESERVED FOR HCSUNHWA SASANG 6 :: set against a random fence bordering one of sasang’s many factories, this silver box is wrapped in red ribbon, upon picking up to the box the trainer might notice it’s quite heavy // RESERVED FOR HCJHENE

HAEUNDAE 1 :: set at the entrance of the busan sea life aquarium, this brown box is wrapped in silver ribbon, upon picking up the box the trainer might notice it’s actually a glass box and can hear water swishing around   // RESERVED FOR HCJAEMIN HAEUNDAE 2 :: set at one end of haeundae beach atop sand, this orange box is wrapped in a lighter shade of orange ribbon, upon walking up to the box the trainer might hear something flailing around inside // RESERVED FOR HCNILE HAEUNDAE 3 :: atop dalmaji hill set under a tree, this purple box is wrapped in a darker shade of purple ribbon, upon walking towards the box the trainer might hear a sharp whistle-like, high frequency sound // RESERVED FOR HCKITAE HAEUNDAE 4 :: somewhere beside a bush mid-hike along one of haeundae’s hiking trails through woodland, this black box is wrapped in red ribbon, upon walking up to the box the trainer might notice a series of small holes pecked out of the box // RESERVED FOR HCSOOYOUNG

[yovngho]

Could I have 34 and 49 for winwin please ;;;

“what are you looking at?” + “you are my sunshine” |  send a number + member for a drabble ♣

i know the start sounds boring but i promise you winwin is there, you should all know by now i give too much context/background in my writing 

Your eyes fall on the pile of laundry tucked away in the corner of your room and back to the clock on the wall, it’s ticking is loud and incessant. Every tick and tock is a reminder of how late it is and how that pile has grown and grown until the only clean pieces of clothing you have left is the oversized shirt and briefs you’re currently wearing. 

The clock ticks and tocks, every second bringing you closer to 2am. It’s the perfect time to do laundry. It’s quiet and you can make it from your apartment to the basement without being seen in just your oversized shirt and briefs. 

You get up, heave a sigh and your laundry bag before pottering off to the kitchen. You grab a tin of tuna, opening it carefully with a tin opener before making your way down the four flights of stairs, laundry in one hand, tuna in the other.

It’s quiet, the way the world is muted after snowfall. The only sound the soft thud of your bare feet hitting the concrete floor as you scurry down the stairs. You shove the laundry into two machines quickly, separating dark colours from light before setting them both to run. They should only take an hour which is fine because you know you’ll still be awake when the spin finishes. 

For the mean time, you focus back to the open tin of tuna set on the counter underneath the soap dispenser. You don’t immediately go for it, staying still in hopes that you’ll hear the now familiar meow of the cat who’s taken residence in the storage room next to the laundry room. You listen intently only to be met with more silence. With a sigh, you grab the tuna, placing it gently on the window sill. The window into the storage room is open as always, creating the draft you’ve become accustom to. 

You step back, silently hoping the cat will leap up suddenly. Of course that doesn’t happen so instead you peer down into the darkness of the storage room. Maybe you’ll catch a glimpse of something this time. 

Of course, you don’t.

You lean back against the nearest wall, waiting for five more minutes but when you hear nothing you start to grow impatient. Maybe you could lure it out another way?

You go back to the window and on your tip toes you lean as far into the window as you can, holding onto the ledge tightly for leverage. The kissing noises and terrible purrs that come out of your mouth are the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever heard but it’s worth it if you get to make friends with a cat. At least that’s how you justify yourself. 

This isn’t working either, you conclude with an impatient huff. But an idea comes to your mind. When you were younger your primary school teacher used to sing gently to students who were hiding because they were scared. Before you can question yourself as to if this would work on a cat, you start singing. 

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.” You’re not sure why this is the first song that comes to head, but you let your voice lilt into the storage room gently. “You make me happy when skies are grey.” Your toes are barely touching the ground at this point, too busy focusing on filling the space with your voice. “You’ll never know dear, how much I love you.” Your feet lift off the ground, leaving you suspended on the windowsill. “Please don’t take my sunshine away.” You rest there for a moment, hoping the cat will suddenly appear in appreciation for your croaky 2am voice. 

Of course, it doesnt. 

You sigh, breathing restricted by your stomach being crushed against the window sill. It’s oddly fun in your odd position so instead of moving you decided to glance over your shoulder to check how long your washing has left. 

There’s a man, carrying a basket of washing staring at your exposed ass with confusion etched on his face. You try not to panic or get flustered at your situation. “What are you looking at?” Your voice is full of defence and accusation which makes the man jump. You feel bad cause he suddenly looks terrified of you which is going to make the next half hour of waiting for your washing a bit awkward.

“S-sorry!” He apologises quickly with a small bow. “I was trying to figure out what you were doing.”

It’s your turn to be embarrassed and you quickly clamber down from the window so you can face him properly. “There’s a cat.” Your eyes burn into the concrete floor at your feet. This whole situation is ridiculous. “I was trying to coax it out cause I brought tuna.” 

“Oh.” Is all he says in return and you finally get a good look at him. His blonde hair is sticking up in all directions, he’s wearing a loose white t-shirt claiming “NYC” which is tucked into plain grey joggers slightly too short on his legs revealing his ankles. Unlike you, he’s wearing grandad slippers which honestly look so cozy. You’re jealous. 

The man just turns away to put his laundry into the machines. Like you, he uses two machines to separate dark and light colours then sets the wash to start. He moves quickly and you’re just stood there watching him as you’re not sure what else you can do. 

When he finally turns back around, his eyes are focussed but not on you. A small smile tugs at his mouth, making you frown in confusion. “Your cat’s here,” he motions back to the window. 

You turn slowly so as not to disturb the animal and you smile at the sight. The orange tabby sit on the windowsill with an air of grace, not bothering to look over at you. Instead she focuses on the snack you prepared. She sniffs carefully before her pink tongue laps at it gently. Satisfied that yes, it is tuna and yes, it is delicious, she tucks into her meal. You stay stock still, excited because shes never come out of hiding in front of you before. She always waits for you to leave before she appears and eats the food you provide. When shes done, she doesn’t retreat back into the shadows. Instead, she takes time to clean herself, looking at you occasionally as if you’re worthy of remaining in her presence a little longer. 

You feel like the chosen one, but don’t reach out to her in fear you’ll scare her off. Instead you back up a bit, slowly, and crouch down on the floor. You make some more kissing noises and her ears perk up. She comes down to the floor in a motion that looks like an effortless fall before slinking over to you. Carefully, you hold out your hand for her to sniff. When she does, she bypasses you completely. You can’t help but pout at the rejection but you realise she’s going for the man still behind you. 

He’s holding out a hand for her, like you were, but when she gets close he scratches her head. She reacts to the touch by pressing further into his hand and rubbing her body on his leg. He smiles brightly when she purrs at the contact and you can’t help but feel jealous.

“Come here.” At first you think he’s talking to the cat, but you look up to see him watching you expectantly. Making your way over, you reach out to stroke the cat and are met with soft fur and a quiet meow of content. Your smile matches the boys as you both shower the cat with affection. “I’m Sicheng.” He says after a few minutes. “Sorry again for earlier.”

You accept his apology with a smile. “It’s okay. I got to meet a cat so I’m happy now.” 

“I think,” he starts but stops, looking unsure of himself. “I find you interesting and I’d like to get to know you better.”

You’re taken aback by his forwardness and the question but you find yourself nodding. After all, he does look super cute with his hair sticking up and a cat in his lap. “Okay. We have fifteen minutes until my laundry’s done.” 

He smiles brightly back at you. “We better start talking then.” 

[johnpornjones]

The Dark Side Of The Jimmy

@classiczeppelin and myself are proud to introduce to you... a fanfiction. Our fantaisies finally gave birth to something =‘)

That was hilarious, and it’s not even finished !

PS : It’s purely fictional, and more, we stucked ourselves in the fic xD

(For this one, just me.)

With this band, you all know a lot of things can happen... There's one of that said things... Y'all wonder what's going on while Bonzo is performing Moby Dick ? Let's give you our point of view... ...Featuring Jimmy and Robert. Oh and don’t forget about the aftermath. Robert’s behaviour really aroused Jimmy.

The scene takes place on January 18, 1975 at Met Center, Bloomington, Minnesota. It's Moby Dick time, which means a hell of a drum solo performed by no one else than the great John Bonham.

"There is a lad who is watching his dad who is a remarkable drummer even though he's eight years old. He is a better drummer than eighty percent of rock group drummers today and he's eight years old. Jason Bonham, this is you dad. JOHN BONHAM, MODY DICK !" Robert annonced.

Then the first riff of Moby Dick starts pounding over  the huge arena, like an musical explosion, then fade, only to give way to main part of the tune... John Bonham is banging his set of drums, hitting the skins harder and harder each times. He will even start drumming with nothing but his hands soon. No wonder why he IS depicted as the most powerful drummer in the rock history !

Meanwhile... Jimmy and Robert rushed backstage first... they ran downstairs, and found an empty closet. Jimmy slammed the door shut, and locked them inside.

Jimmy Page is fully aware of the fact that they'll have to be very fast if they don't want to miss their come back on stage, to play the outro of Moby Dick alongside John Paul Jones in Jimmy's case, and to introduce the next song, in Robert's case. He's also fully aware of the boner he's sporting since... the beginning of the show, in fact.

It's all Robert's fault ! The blonde leonine singer, self-proclaimed "Golden God" is the most sexiest thing he's never seen. The said singer is well known for his shamless performances,  moaning, wailing, grabbing his crotch through his ungodly tight pair of jeans,  thrusting into Jimmy, he even kissed him on stage once... No wonder why Jimmy feels frustrated... Not to mention the fact Jimmy is playing his guitar very low, and that his hips are thrusting into the back of the guitar, like all the time...Making him horny as well !

Robert's got no time to rest, Jimmy pushed Robert in a chair and pushed his pants down, almost ripped them...

Peter Grant, Zeppelin's manager heard a loud thumping noise coming from downstairs, rushed (as fast as he could) two floors down and stopped before a very dubious closet... And made a face... Did he just hear Robert moaning ? And Jimmy's voice ?

"J..Jimmy, are you sure... No one can hear u...us ?" Robert asked, panicking a little bit, because he heard someone walking past the room, grunting against some "Horny idiots"

"Don't ask so many questions, of course I do" replied Jimmy, who's pissed off by Robert's behavior

Jimmy didn't waste much more times, he started going down on Robert and Robert tangled his fingers in Jimmy's hair.

On stage, John Bonham was still pounding furiously on his drums, but this time with his bare hands, and soon he will pick up his sticks again to attack the final part of his 30 minutes of pure glory.

Robert was trying hard to supress his moans of pleasure which is rather hard, considering the fact a very hungry Jimmy is now attacking the tip of his cock while squeezing his balls lightly, but he's pretty aware the fact they don't have so much time by now, because their drummer finally picked up his sticks. He managed somehow to urge Jimmy to hurry, and Jimmy's wasn't going to complain, decided to get Robert off.

Robert felt the delicious heat in in lower abdomen and knew he was about to come, and started shaking and moaning, a high pitched kind of sound, and Jimmy is sucking him off, faster and faster. It was too much for Robert who suddently came, hard, right in Jimmy's mouth with a yell of "OH JIMMMMMEH", Jimmy's eyes shot open. Then he took a few more seconds to lick Robert clean.

They never got dressed that fast of their entire lives. They ran so fast, than they almost stumbled , more than once to go back on stage again, John Bonham almost finished his solo. They eventually arrived backstage, breathless, and with their faces all flushed and pink...

John Paul was already ready to make his entrance, and smiled a bit at the view... Peter made a comment of "Gods, those dummies..." then throws them on stage to finish the tune. Jimmy almost messed up the beginning, lost in his thoughts... Then quickly recover and played the outro of the song alongside John Paul and John Bonham. The tune ends, like a explosion of rhythms, John Bonham's powerful drumrolls are echoing in the huge arena.

"ON DRUMS, JOHN BONHAM... JOHN BONHAAAAAAAAAAAAM !" yelled Robert in his microphone, with this smug face of him, giving Jimmy the urge of making him pay for his behavior. Jimmy Page is frustrated. and he will certainly show to his singer how can be a fustrated Jimmy Page...

After the show, they headed back to the hotel. Peter turned around to have a word with Jimmy about him and Robert’s behaviour... but found that both Rob and Pagey had disappeared. He sighed to himself, turning to Jonesy and Sarah, who were smiling widely and holding in their laughter.

“I suppose you two know where those idiots went?” spoke Peter.

Jonesy continued grinning and holding Sarah’s waist. A small grunt could be heard from Bonzo, who was leaning against the counter of the hotel lobby, trying to impress the receptionist.

“I think they’re at it again...I guess we’re not getting any sleep tonight either.” laughed John.

“I'm just bloody concerned, excuse me for being so, about this little thing getting out to the press. They’ll have  fucking field day... not to mention what it will do to the reputation of the band.”

...

“Ooh golden god...yesss!”

Bonzo and Sarah shared a “ready for a sleepless night?” look as the sounds of Jimmy’s soft voice filtered through the thin hotel walls. A dull “thud” noise could be heard as Jimbert seemed to be getting more enthuisiastic. Jonesy’s shoulders started shaking as he began laughing at the look on Bonzo’s face.

“You fucking beautiful dark lord, oh oh... oooooh. Magical sex machine... I’m gonna give you every inch-“

“Robert, please stop quoting our fucking songs. Its prententious.”

Sarah snorts with laughter, even Bonzo manages to crack a smile at Jimmy’s slightly nasal voice sharply chiding Rob. ...

Rob and Jim stumbled into Jim’s room; somehow Robert had managed to already have Jimmy’s pants halfway down before it crossed their minds that they should probably close the door. Their memories are jogged by a small elderly lady’s squeal as she walked past their room. Jim, being slightly shy, went extremely red, starting from his chest and ending at the tips of his ears.However, Rob is completely unfazed and greets the woman with a dazzling smile.

After that little interlude Jim manages to remove Rob and closes the door to give them a some privacy. Rob happily jumps on jim the moment the door closes, which causes him to emit a little “ugh” noise because Rob is really a bit too heavy for his frail frame.

Percy ripped Jimmy’s little jacket off and goes to work on removing his underwear with his pants so that Jim is completely nude except for white socks. Which of course, will be a big turn off... and he removes them. Not extremely happy about being vulnerable while Robert is fully (well, wearing his stage clothes) clothed.

Wrestling with Robert, Jim manages to pin Robert down and yank his jeans off with a bit of effort, and is a bit surprised to be faced directly with "little" rob Anthony. Little Rob is quite eager and excited. Recovering slightly from the shock, Jimmy touches little Rob with his tongue, softly caressing his length with his delicate fingers.

“Mmm...JimJam.”

Rob sighs as he instinctively plays with his nipples as Jim sucks him.

Leaning over Robert, Jim kisses him, and Robert can taste himself on Jimmy’s soft lips (which he finds unfairly erotic). He lets out a small whimper, and Jimmy changes tactics, his kisses becoming hungry and dirty. He bites lightly on Roberts neck, sucking and kissing the sensitive area before attacking again.

He's curiously licking Robert’s chest, playing with his chest hair and pressing his hardness into Rob's muscular upper thigh.

“Oh Jimmy...” “Ohhh Jimmaaaay!!!”. “I’m so hard...”

Travelled back down to Robert’s cock, Jimmy places his mouth around him.  He looks up at Robert, his mouth full and stretched over Robert. He's trying hard not to gag as rob involuntarily pushes into him. Feeling Robert throb in his mouth, Jim makes appreciative moans around him.

Robert is making breathy little sounds, praising his lover, his eyes dreamy and half closed.

Abruptly, Jimmy lets Rob out of his mouth. He can sense from Rob’s little jerking motions that he is close, and he wants to do a lot more with him before the night ends.

Moving further down, Jimmy starts massaging Robert’s entrance, gently and persistently. Robert purrs at the new sensation, his toes curling as he moves in time with Jimmy’s fingers. Moving his hand, Jimmy dips his head down and rob looks down a  little confusedly, a small frown on his flushed angelic face.

Gasping, Rob feels something wet and warm at his entrance, and he knows it's too small to be jimmy's dick (at least he hopes so). Opening his eyes, he looks down to see jimmy heatedly lapping at him, holding his arse firmly and lifting him slightly for better access.

Looking up at Robert, his lips red and swollen, Jimmy murmured "Percy, can I please make love to you tonight?"

Closing his eyes and letting the sensations take the control of him, Robert begged

“Please Pagey...Make love to me...”.

Looking at Robert with love in his dark emerald eyes, Jimmy brushed his lips against Robert’s. Stroking Robert’s soft curls, he cooed in his ear: “Do you have lube, luv?

Robert barely manages to rasp “In the bag... outside pocket.” as he looks at Jimmy’s angelic face inches from his lips.

Jimmy straddles Rob once more, squeezing a generous amount of lube into his hand and rubbing it a little too warm it up. He looks at Robert; his eyes are hazy with want but Jimmy can see a twitch of fear pass through them.

“Jimmeh...I love you, darling.” Robert mewled as Jimmy looked at him heatedly.

“I love you my beautiful Perce. I.. uh, I promise I'll be careful with you, luv.” stuttered Jimmy. He leans over Robert and gives him a small peck on his hot cheek. Rob sighs and pulls Jimmy’s lips closer to his, but Jim can see that he’s still shaking a little.

“Don’t worry, luv. We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready. I won’t be disappointed at all. I love you.” Jimmy speaks kindly, looking at Robert with adoration.

“But... I want to... so badly. Jimmeh...” Rob replies with a whimper.

“Okay luv... I'll be slow. You have to try to calm down... it'll be easier.”

Rob pushes Jimmy’s lips against his once more, and Jimmy opens his mouth around Robert, kissing him deeply. Jimmy rasps an aroused breath, sucking on the bottom of Rob’s lip. Robert swirls his tongue around Jimmy’s, and Jimmy feels dizzy. They pause for a moment, their lips barely touching; breathing each other’s air.  

“Hmmm... luv, you're blushing.” growls Jimmy.

Rob feels a jolt of arousal spark through his body at the tone of Jimmy’s voice, and moans in appreciation

Jimmy chuckles darkly, and starts to massage Rob's opening, liberally coating him with lube. Flashing a slightly unsure little smile at him, Jim asks “Is this okay, luv ?”

Robert grabs the bottle of lube and places his hand on Jimmy’s hardness, leisurely lubricating him and squeezing him, enjoying the feeling of him throbbing in his grasp.

“Fucking gods... luv..” Jimmy opens his eyes and looks at Robert, his eyes dark with want.

Robert is spread out wantonly on the silk sheets of the king size bed, his legs parted for Jimmy.

"Please... Jimjam!" Rob pleads, desperate for the feeling of Jimmy inside of him.

Jimmy smiles at rob again, "Babe. I'm going to help you get a little more relaxed now.”

“Pagey..” Robert is breathless with want.

Jim slowly eases an elegant finger into Rob, feeling him tense slightly at the foreign sensation.

“Mmf...” Robert bites down on a moan.

“I want to make you feel good, Robert.” Jimmy whispers sincerely, looking up at Robert. “I want you to relax, luv. Relax for me.”

Rob looks down at jimmy, blushing again, "Sorry, I'm a bit loud."

"I love it, darling...it makes me try to make you do it again..." jimmy winks cheekily.

Moving his fingers in a fucking motion again, Jimmy feels how Rob is much more receptive to him. His fingers glide easily and Robert is squirming above him.

"I think you're ready, luv.” “You still fine?”

“Yes Pagey, make me yours...” Robert smiles, his dimples showing

Jimmy growls at Robert’s plea, his heart melting at Robert’s shining eyes. He positions Robert, spreading his legs gently. And Rob spreads his legs even more, inviting Jim.

Climbing on top of Robert, he leans down to kiss him again, while rubbing his tip at Rob's entrance.

Robert starts shaking his butt a little, smiling at Jimmy. Frowning, Jimmy gives Rob’s bum a little pat to stop him from continuing grinning like an idiot.

“Percy.. stop ruining the moment!!” Jim tries to be angry but he can't stop smiling. Rob’s only reply is a little kiss.

Soon Robert is moaning and rocking his hips into Jimmy's bow as he rubs against him.

“Slowly Perce, I said slowly!” he gives him another firm pat on the bum.

“Ooo...but I don't wanna Pagey!!” Percy gives a small little squeal at the unexpected bum pat, and Jimmy smiles again.

Softly touching his lips with his fingers... Jim scolds Rob lightly  "We have to be slow Percy.”

Rob deadpans in reply.

"I can't fuck you like I want to because you may not be able to walk for a week."

Rob deadpans again.

While Jim ruefully rubs his own bum "And that would be a disaster, because, if you do remember we are still on tour... and we need you to be able to make suggestive dance moves onstage.”

Rob makes his pouty Rob face, but Jimmy is having none of it. Leaning over rob, he slowly enters him. Robert gasps sharply at the burning sensation, his face full of pain. Immediately stopping what's he's doing, Jimmy covers rob with kisses and takes little Rob in his hand too.

“I'm sorry... gods.”

“Pagey... I still want you... I’m gonna be fine. I promise. I... I need you so much luv.”

“I need you Perce... I'm going to try to make this as pleasant as possible. I promise..”

“I trust you, Pagey luv!”

Jim groans in appreciation. ‘Perce...”

“It's already less painful now you're saying sweet things to me.” Robert smiles.

“Gods... I love you, so much, bloody sentimental hippy.” Looking into Rob's eyes, he slowly pushes inside, his hand on little Rob, teasing Robert.

Robert feels incredible, so tight and hot around Jim; struggling to fight the urge to thrust all the way, he begins to pump Robert in time with his slow movements. Jim feels Rob cringe slightly at his movement, and sees that Rob’s eyes are teary with the pain. He's breathing hard as Jim inches a little further before taking a break.

Writhing slightly under Jim, Robert gasps “Ji...mmmeh Ohhh.”

Jim can feel him begin to relax around him.

“Mmm luv, you're gorgeously sexy like this...all spread out for me.”

Desperately, Rob angles his hips so his legs wrap around Jim's waist, and Jimmy gently thrusts all the way into Robert. Rob's legs curl around Jim, forcing him deeper into him. The pain has faded, and unhappy Rob is now very very happy Rob, who is squeaking and moaning wantonly into Jim’s shoulders.

Jim can feel Robert scraping his nails down his back as he patiently pushes in and out of him. He's in ecstasy, and so aroused it's almost painful.

Robert is making porn sounds and Jimmy is making sounds that he has never made before in all his life, which is delighting Rob even more.

“OOOOOH Jimmeh... WONDERFUUUUL !”

“You should make these sounds all the time Pagey... maybe while playing your guitar?” Robert gasps cheekily.

Jimmy ignores him completely “Rob... oh Rob.;; Baby...”

Meanwhile, Bonzo has reached breaking point. "Shut up you bloody nymphomaniacs!!!!!” “Or I will personally separate you two!!!!”

Jim freezes balls deep in Robert  with a look of horror on his face (because he is very personal and private about sexy times), and shameless Rob shouts back "Wanna join bonzo?"

And then there's knocking at the door...and things happen extremely fast. And Jim jumps off Robert like he's caught fire And runs straight to the door to lock it (which they forgot to do). But Bonzo is too quick for JimJam. And opens the door to be faced with a full frontal view of jimmy... at full mast.

There is horrified eye contact for about five seconds and Jimmy sees his life flash before his eyes in a whirl of Jack Daniels and guitars. The silence is broken with a loud laugh emitted from Robert, who is in hysterics.

“I... hah... I’m so- sorry P-pagey.” Rob tries to apologise through his tears of laughter as  JimJam yelps and runs off to the ensuite bathroom, his skinny white ass in the air. In an attempt to mediate the situation, Rob gets up from the bed... and advances towards Bonzo. Bonzo screams a surprisingly high pitched note and begs Rob to get "that thing"  away from him (pointing to Rob's happy stick).

Peter, to avoid the scenes which usually occurred when the band was on tour,  had booked his room two floors below the bandmember’s floor. However, hearing a commotion, he rushes upstairs, hoping that he can salvage the situation somewhat before it gets completey out of hand.

Panting with exertion, Peter storms into Jimmy’s room, shouting “What the bloody fu-“ ...and storms right out again.

“Goddamit! The whole band  are fucking homosexuals.. and the bloody drama when Jim willfind out about this...in the press” can be heard as Peter takes the steps two at a time back to his room, and Bonzo rushes out to explain he is not sexually attracted to Robert in any way.

...

Jimmy is sobbing in the bathroom and refusing to come out and Rob is trying to convince him to come out.

"Everyone’s gone Pagey..."

Page peeks out of the door, facecloth over his cock. Faced with still nude rob, who is still smiling and enthusiastic (in more than one way), he asks, pissed "How the fuck are you still horny, rob?"

Rob advances towards a very pouty Jimmy...stroking his inky curls and rubbing his back.

"Why don't I run you a bath, Jim?"

Jim smiles in spite of himself.

"You never give up, do you?"

In Jonesy’s suite, Sarah and Jonesy are sitting on the couch, leaning against each other. Puffing rings of smoke lazily, Jonesy smiled at his love.

“How are you feeling, luv? Feeling a little tired?” he murmured, playing with her curly blonde hair.

Sarah smiles at John, about to speak... however she is interrupted by a shaken Bonzo storming into the room. Passing by, he barely looks at Jonesy, his eyes wide. Speaking, almost to himself it seemed, he shook his head.

“Robert sure does not stuff his fucking pants.” He reaches for his beer on the side table, takes a gulp, and disappears into his bathroom.

Sarah takes one look at Jonesy, who is looking slightly confused, and lets out the biggest laugh. And Jonesy erupts into a fit of giggling laughter, holding onto his sides. Calling to Bonzo, Sarah shouts “Are you okay, Bonz?”

“I will never wash the image of Jimmy’s pale arse from my mind.” Comes the subdued reply. “It’s so... pale!!!”

“I don’t blame him for being traumatized.” Jonesy confided to Sarah. “I can only imagine..”

“I don’t want to imagine!” laughed Sarah, giving Jonesy a playful nudge.

...

“Robert, you're bloody shameless, I hope you know...” Jim is still slightly miffed at Robert.

Robert is busy running the bath for Jimmy, his arse in the air as he bends over the large, Jacuzzi-style bath. Looking over at a shivering Jimmy with a cheeky smile, he replies “I’m just proud, luv. Its one of my best assets, I must admit... and I'm sure you'd agree with me.”

Jimmy huffs in irritation; he’s hopping around the tile floor, his thin frame easily becoming cold, and simultaneously attempting to adjust his hair in the full length mirror. Pulling at the skin underneath his eyes, he remarks “Gods I need to get more sleep. I look bloody awful...” He feels a presence behind him, and sees a madly grinning Rob’s reflection in the mirror.

As he has been interrupted for the second time in one day, Jimmy is understandably grumpy and extremely sexually frustrated. He sighs at Rob. “What have you got up your sleeve now?” he grumbles.

However, Robert has turned on full seduction mode and has slipped his arms around Jimmy, slightly pushing his erection against Jimmy’s thigh. Jim is so frustrated that he decides he’ll do basically anything to get off. And anyway, he thinks to himself, Robert here needs to learn a little lesson anyway. He’s quite tired of seeing Rob’s smug little grin.

So when Robert guides him into the Jacuzzi sized bath he decides to take control. Robert is barely in the bath before Jimmy is on top of Rob and slowly entering him.  Robert is mewling with arousal and Jimmy smiles darkly. Ohh dear Robert, soon you’re going to be moaning in an altogether different way, he thinks to himself.

Robert looks at Jimmy’s sparkling dark eyes, about to purr in pleasure, when he abruptly loses his ability to speak. Jimmy is resting his pale hand against Robert’s throat, and growls "You better keep quiet for once if you know what's best for you... darling.", almost spitting the last word as he looked into Robert’s bewildered eyes.

Almost speaking again, Robert made a soft choking noise as Jimmy punishes him for his mistake. “I told you not to speak, luv.” Jimmy cooed, his tone icy.

Jimmy smiles a predatory smile at Robert, who’s eyes are squeezed shut with effort to keep quiet, his face flushed with arousal. Moving his hand from Rob’s throat, Jimmy grabs a hold of Robert’s mane of thick, golden curls. Speeding up his thrusts, he slams into Robert’s hips, sinking into his heat again and again. Robert cant help but make a soft squeal at the slight pain of Jimmy’s relentless thrusts, and Jim immediately stops, grabbing Robert roughly by his mane.

"You better keep very quiet if you know what's best for you, luv. I'm not kind to people who fuck around with me." Jimmy snarled into Robert’s ear, nipping at his neck.

Robert gulps and attempts to answer but Jimmy is having nothing of it.  His hand is immediately pushed  over Rob's mouth with a bruising pressure as he thrusts deeply into him. Jerking his hips,  Robert is trying to rub his painfully neglected cock against Jimmy in order to get some kind of friction or relief. Pink and dripping, Robert hates to admit that he is dizzy with arousal at the way Jimmy is treating him.

Jimmy stops once more, and rob almost whines before catching himself.

“Stop that, Percy. I'm not going to help you to come, darling. That's your own problem. You're mine and I will do with you what I want... anything that I want.”

With those words Jimmy slams into Robert again, pushing him back and holding him down with a surprising amount of force.

“And if you make one little noise again, I promise that I will pull out and bring in some groupie and fuck her in front of you darling. I don't need to do this with you..I have many willing teenage girls who would love to give themselves to me.”

In blissful agony, Robert reaches for his cock to touch himself, but Jimmy doesn’t approve of this. Swatting Robert’s hand away, Jimmy whispers threateningly “No darling... I haven’t given you permission, luv.”

Jimmy's thrusting harder and harder, and he feels his cock hardening inside Robert as he looks down at his lover. Rob is sweating, pink faced and his eyes are closed in concentration as he wills himself not to scream. Inhaling sharply, Jimmy leans down and sinks his teeth into the flesh of Robert’s shoulder. Jimmy can feel Robert squirm beneath him and he struggles to maintain his hold until he can taste metallic blood. Easing off, he bends down again  and silkily licks Robert’s wound.

Kissing Rob with a bruising pressure, and Robert can taste his own blood on Jimmy's tongue. Tongues rolling together struggling for dominance, Jimmy overpowers Robert and fucks his mouth roughly with his tongue.

Robert can sense the rhythm of Jimmy’s thrusts becoming uneven, his angelic face flushed and slight frame shaking with exertion. His breath is coming in short gasps and his fingers tightening their grasp on Robert’s chest, scraping and clenching. Robert looks at Jimmy, whose eyes are hooded with lust, his little shapely pink mouth swollen with kisses and slightly open, and he knows he’s close to the edge.

Jimmy gives a final hard thrust, and biting down into Robert’s shoulder again, he allows himself release. Overwhelmed with the feeling of Jimmy’s cock pulsing inside him and filling him with the warmth of his release, he cries out, about to come.

“Ooooh fuck Ji-“

Quickly grabbing his cock, Jimmy squeezes him hard. "Did I say you could come, luv?"

Rob shakes his head, tears filling his eyes

“Good luv. You’re learning.” Jimmy lets go of Roberts cock and climbs off of him, leaving him lying there, his cock hard against his belly, his body full of scratches and bites.

Squirming and trying his best to obey Jimmy, Robert looked desperately at him, a tear escaping and running down his flushed cheek.

"You may now touch yourself, Robert. And make it quick... I don't have all day." Jimmy growled.

Robert, whimpering with relief, gave himself a quick tug before exploding over his hand and chest, mewling with pleasure. No sooner had Robert came Jimmy had already left, slamming the door behind him  and leaving him to clean up alone.

The next day, John Paul and Sarah, who were first to wake up (despite being dozy after a very short night) went downstairs, to have breakfast. John Bonham hasn't woken up yet... and Jimmy, is mysteriously missing... usually, he's the first to wake up, suffering from insomnia issues.

They quickly realized that there was something wrong, just looking at Robert who was sitting at the table, all alone...  tears were rolling down his cheeks and he's sniffing from time to time, whimpering and mumbling about "Jimmy..."

Sarah threw a look at John Paul, quietly mouthing "I was right... about having a bad feeling...", at that John nodded and replied "Oh yes... I knew he wouldn't take kindly what happened...". Some times later, Bonzo woke up, sporting very dark circles under his eyes, trying to clear his mind from the events from the past night, quite successfully, thinking about two very special persons he loves with his whole heart... He smiled to himself at the thought... Until he arrived in the rather crowded breakfast room... and saw Robert.

He spoke slowly : "Uhh, good morning... I guess..." , muttering the two last words. Sarah sit down beside Robert, trying to find out what's wrong. She also noticed that Robert was scratching his shoulder through his big wool pullover more than once, and moaning, like someone who's in pain. Robert notices her presence, but didn't dare looking at her, more focused on his bowl of cereal, eating them like they had done something wrong to him.

Suddenly, she shouted : "HOLY FUCKING SHIT !". She founds out, while checking Robert's shoulder (she slighty exposed the area while doing her inspection.), what there's a big crimson bite at this exact place. She storms out of the room yelling "Don't move, Percy, I will go back soon ! Have to take care of that !". Robert barely dared to look up. Bonzo's face became livid, just like if he just saw a ghost, then yelled  : "THE FUCKER !", before he too stormed out of the room... to find out "that sly little coward). Meanwhile, Sarah ran her way to the bedroom, rummaging through her belongings and finally, found what she was looking for, her first aid kit ! "Robert might needs more than primary care, it seems..." grumbled Sarah for herself. She founds all she needs, so she sat aside a bottle of Betadine, some bandages, some antiseptic on the night stand.("Never underestimate the importance of a bite... animal bite... or human bite", Sarah sighed). Then she got out of the room, and made her way to the breakfast room, still shocked from what she saw earlier, she nearly felt down in the stairs because she was a bit of a hurry... She has to take Robert here, to take care of him and asking him some questions... And not only to him by the way ("What the hell is fucking going on with those two ?" she swore)

Bonzo had to rough Jimmy up, who was predenting  to be alseep and shouted to Jimmy "to fucking wake up, you arsehole !" and made him got up by force "What... the..." was the only thing Jimmy managed to say, before Bonzo literally rised him and threw him up on his shoulder.

Sarah returned in the breakfast room, and sat down beside Robert again, ignoring the fact Bonzo was still carrying Jimmy on his shoulder. Robert's still sobbing while John Paul was trying to comfort him the best he can, and examining the bite, tracing It carefully with his index finger.

"Robert, look at me, please." Sarah said. Robert raised his face, and found Sarah's eyes, but burst into tears again. "Come with us, Golden God !" Sarah said again, giving Rob a small pat in the back. Robert just nodded slowly at that, and got up. Robert tried to talk, sniffed and all Sarah heard was "Jonesy...lucky...". They finally arrived in the room, Bonzo still carrying Jimmy, and then threw him on the bed with the exact same force he made Jimmy get up before, and Sarah finally turned his head toward Jimmy, throwing him her death glare, while Bonzo grabbed Jimmy by the scarf, yelling "What in the name of gods have you done to the poor lad ? but Jimmy who looked non plussed and not so impressed replied dryly by "Oh, nothing out of the ordinary", but since the incident, Jimmy was still unable to look Bonzo in the eyes. Robert, who managed to look at Sarah, gave her a small smile, then broke into tears once again. Sarah smiled gently at Robert, then remembered that she has some score to settle with the responsible for Robert state... She gave a small pat to Robert, then turned toward Jimmy and stared at him with what might probably her best death stare, because Jimmy recoiled a little bit, and looked at Robert, who was still crying. At the moment he saw his tears, his cold expression crumbled and managed a small "Percy?!". Sarah who hates to be swayed by sentiments, steeped forward Jimmy and scolded : "I'm waiting for an explanation, Page !" Jimmy, faltering into Sarah's steely gaze weakly mumbled "Erm... I..." Sarah scolded once more "You'd better TELL ME !". Jimmy, noticing a certain strengh of character, unexpectedly broke into tears, sniffing and trying to hide into his inky mane of unruly hair. He didn't reply. "Bonzo, what happened ?" Sarah asked "I'm not sure if a delicated lady like you really wants to hear that in details, but I have a good idea of what happened" Bonzo replied, through clenched teeth at the thought. "Oh bollocks, I NEED to know" Sarah persisted. "Well, as you probably know, sometimes, Jimmy really enjoys his... erm, sexytimes when it's, erm... kinky. And It seems that this time, he wasn't careful enough with Mr Prince Of Peace here..." Sarah tried to not lose his patience then replied "Can I have the whole version ?" Bonzo chuckled a bit at Sarah's stubbornness an replied "Stubborn lass, aren't ya ? Okay, I'l give It all, straight." Sarah throws another glare at Jimmy, who looked annoyed, hearing the whole thing from Bonzo's mouth,  and very embarrassed at Sarah scolding of "Page... look what you've done...". Bonzo continued  "Last night, I interrupted some uh... (He cringed slighty at this) hot sex, here at the middle of the night. "Ah, I do remember that I heard a yell, indeed." Sarah reminded Jimmy made a face and sighed, Sarah noticed It and told Jimmy to "Don't dare throw me that pissed off look again, Page, you only have yourself to blame, here.", at that, Jimmy looked down, his shoes became all of sudden more interesting, for the first time, someone stood up to him, and he felt ashamed. Bonzo resumed his explanations "Robert decided that was a good time to talk to me, about the show, how great It was... Naked... and... erm, excited as well, of course Page was dreadfully embarressed and upset at him" Sarah cringed at that, his mind absolutely not imagining the scene... No, not at all. Bonzo finished his explanations, still cringing "I can only imagine what happened when I left... You know Jimmy..." Sarah calmly replied "Thank you, Bonzo. Page, I want your version" Jimmy didn't dare to look Sarah in the eyes as he mumbled "Uhh, this is really awkward..." "Page...", Sarah scolded, frowning. Jimmy was now scared of the consequences of  remaining silent, and he gulped, before mustering up the courage to tell what happened to Sarah "Hmm, well, as you already know, I was with Robert. I was really pissed off by Robert behavior tonight. I even got him off during the show.. and erm... not me... Then, we were.... erm, making love. Bonzo interrupted us. And shameless Golden God decided it was... a good time to chat with Bonzo... stark naked. With a boner. Making fun of me." Sarah made a face at Robert, who looked sheepish, and Jimmy resumed his explanations. "You can probably understand that I got a shock, seeing Bonzo at the door... while we were... y'know... erm... doing It... and I got a bit... rough with Robert... I... I... was so frustrated and turned on ! I wasn't thinking straight !" Jimmy started sobbing. "I...I'm sorry... So... so sorry, I didn't want to !" Sarah, who was confused, forgot what she wanted to say, but replied "Wow. But seriously James,  you really came on too strong with poor Robert, he's in a very bad state..." Jimmy sobbed and muttered a "S...orry !" and sat down beside the man he loves so much. "Robert, please listen to me... I know an apology's not enough, but I feel so bad about what I did to you. You deserves so much better than me... love... I'm sorry !" cried Jimmy while stroking Robert's hair, who was sobbing too, but a little bit less by now. He carefully put his arm around Rob's shoulder, trying not to touch the bite mark, and dried their tears with his own scarf.

Robert, being not a vindictive person, and loving Jimmy with his whole heart, accepted Jimmy's arms around him, and surprisingly managed a shy smile

"Oh luv, what have I done ?" Jimmy cried, feeling remorse for what happened 'I'll let you bit me a thousand times... If I have you forgiveness..." Robert looked up at Jimmy, and cheekily said : "Really JimJam ?"

Meanwhile, Sarah had to get out the room to calm herself a bit, feeling that she perhaps she had been a little bit too rough with Jimmy, but Jonesy reassured her, rubbing her tensed shoulders. "Darling, you were just concerned. He will be fine, right ?", before taking her hand in his as they're return into the room. Sarah sat beside Robert and looked at the bite mark once again, then leaned out towards the night stand, where medicinal products are exposed, take them and gave Jimmy the bottle of Betadine and antiseptics, giving Jimmy some instructions :

"You have to smear antiseptics and Betadine on the bite mark, to prevent infections, then I will bandage the wounded area."

Robert made a small squeaking sound as Jimmy cleaned up the wound with a Betadine soaked cotton

"Good" said Sarah has she finished bandaging Robert's shoulder "You can still wear you cherry blouse tonight"

Robert smiled, Jimmy gave him a big hug, returned  with passion by Robert

"And don't even dare doing that again." Sarah warned the 2 lovers, who were kissing furiously, and had to stop to share a laugh.

[hazbinextgeneration]

Into The Casino p3

The usual hussle n bussle of the casino made it's way around the duo as they made their way around the place. The more taller one of the two was carefully sweeping his red eyes over the crowd searching for one certain lost pup. Or should I say horse. "Are you certain you left her here?" He gave a raised brow at the cyborg who nodded. "Yeah. She was right here-" she gestured to the floor as they walked. ''-all soak 'n wet and hungrier than Disease on a hangover." He hummed and gave another turn of his head over the ever loud herd of demons. An opportunity like this shouldn't be wasted, and he certainly wasn't about to miss out on it either. It was one thing to be a rich and powerful tyrant over a small territory, but it was a whole other thing if one had something so pure and....interesting under their hold. Considering what Cyber told him about she had said...Who just claims to be sent down against their will by a god? This was too good to just let go. He knew there was something about this situation worth investigating. He turned left and stopped- Almost causing Cyber to walk into him. She gave him a confused sideways glance just as one of those curled smiles formed on his face, and his body maneuvered to the right. "It seems-" He smirked at the sight of the pale blonde and white mass of hair and the horn sticking up from it standing in the corner of the slot machine corner. She would've been hard to spot at first if you didn't look hard enough like he was, luckily he's always had a nack for finding grand opportunities. "I've found our little pet.~ Cyber, come along." He ordered her as he began walking straight towards the unsuspecting girl. Being the taller and owner of the casino, it was fairly easy for them to maneuver through the crowd and over towards the corner of noisy machines. She didn't seem to notice them at first as she was giving the machine closest to her a curious look at the pictures spun around again, she was probably wondering how they even worked, until her ear raised and her head turned towards them. Instantly she stood up in instinct to bolt but instead ended up just freezing on the spot when she spotted the smaller demon. Maybe it was because she recognized Cyber or the fact that 2 demons were standing between her and the exit, but she didn't move when they came to stand in front of her. Her face was frozen in a state of uncertainty and scared curiousity.  "Greetings.~ Apologies for the sudden intrusion, '' He held out a red clawed hand out to her and smiled ''-but I couldn't help but find the story you told Cyber here-" He quickly nodded towards her "-very interesting." She didn't say anything and just glanced between the two.....Before a sudden look of realization came over her. Then sudden regret as she stared at him. "You...Oh my god! I-I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean t-to.." Her stomach sank as she realized exactly who was actually talking to her. She knew tripping up would cause later problem. She went to apologize again but he cut her off when he held up his hand. "If it's about the tail stepping incident, then you have nothing to worry about. Everyone makes mistakes. That's why we're all down here after all." He chuckled making her give a confused look before bringing his hand back to examine his red claws. "Actually I'm quite happy you did. I probably wouldn't have seen you otherwise." "If..y-you're not mad," she asked slowly shuffling back, ''-then why are you cornering me?" He raised a brow and gave her probably the most dark smirk she'd ever seen since-...Yeah. Better not bring that up. "I happen to be one to have an eye for great opportunities. And believe me when I say that I never miss a chance to better business-" "What does that have to do with me?" She backed up even more. There was no way she was going to become someone else's showpony. "I-I don't have anything on me." She gestured to her body's lack of pockets. New Plan. Make herself as less desirable as possible! "I don't have money, or anything valuable. Y-You're wasting your time-" "I think you're mistaken." He cut her off again and chuckled. "I'm not here to rob you, I'm here to offer you the chance of a lifetime.~" She stared blankly at him for what seemed like a full minute before saying the typical 'What?' he was expecting. He laughed and took a few steps towards her. "Maybe I should be more specific. You see-" An arm snaked around her and pulled her to his side as he spoke. She froze. "I usually never do this, but you are a very special exception.~ You see. I'm always on the look out for...useful and hardworking people for my business. And once I saw you..Heh. Well I knew you'd be useful to me in someway, and after what Cyber told me about your little run in with the Goddess Life-..." His smile curled at the ends as he began stepping, guiding her towards the stairs with Cyber in tow. "The Goddess of all plant life. Well that just sealed the deal for me. But what do think Ms.-...?" "A-..Amalfia," she squeaked out. She looked over her shoulder at Cyber but she just shrugged and nodded back at the taller demon. "I don't think I really know w-what you're t-talking about? W-What job?" He barked a laugh making her flinch. "Well, there's plenty of things you could do." He gazed up and rubbed two red claws together in thought. "Maid, cook, dishwasher-...Maybe a waitress? But I think I'm in need of a more....personal assistant-" "Personal assistant?" "Basically you'll be my everything and take care of things I don't have time to do. Taking care of my personal quarters and items, bringing me food- Do you know how to organize paperwork?" She was confused by this but nodded, one of the things she picked up on from being around a paper pushing father. "Excellent! I think you'll fit the role perfectly!" "So...Basically you want me as a secretary and personal house cleaner? Why wo-?" "I know this is quite out of the blue, but I assure you I pay very well.~" They finally stopped walking and stopped in front of the stairs as demons kept walking around them. "I think you would find the pay good." His arm unhooked from around her as he turned to stand in front of her. "And not just that. Three meals a day, clean clothes, a roof over your head, plenty of utensils at your disposal-...How about it?" She stood there gapping like a goldfish sputtering random squeaks and noises that sounded like almost words as the taller demon continued to stare at her.  "If you have any doubts, you can ask Cyber any questions. All of my employees are satisfied with their pay." "I-I-....A-Absolutely n-" "Absolutely? Wonderful!" A hand grabbed hers as he shook her hand with that giant smile. "I assure that you'll find everything here to your delight. Cyber will show you to your new room and...Cyber." He looked behind her shoulder at the smaller demon. "Make sure she gets cleaned up and dry. Can't have my new employee coming down with the flu from that nasty rain now. Report back to me when she's all settled." The unicorn being gave them a blank look as Cyber gently grabbed her arm and began to lead her away from the taller demon. "Sure, Boss. C'mon. I have a nice room in mind for ya." ============================================= "I don't see why you had to interrupt me from my work. I thought you would have something better to do." The plant demon sighed and reached a hand up to rub his temples to rub at the already bad headache starting to form from trying to explain this situation again to her. Someone wrapped their arm around the frowning woman pulling her against his side with a purr. "Nah. He just wants some info, Honey.~ And we both know how much you love researching weird magic things." A hand pushed his face back a bit and he gave off a small growl. "That's true..." "She's not some new toy for you to dissect, Midnight." He scowled at her making his point perfectly clear. "I just want to know what I should expect from her."  She gave off a huff and turned from the snake's hold to a shelf to the right. Her hand hovered over a few covers before stopping at one, pulling it out and giving it a quick look over, and blowing the dust off it. She paid no mind to the two males coughing and opened the book. Skimming through a couple pages before stopping and raising a brow. "Unicorn....Being of purity. Last known living one spotted in 1922. Rumored miracle maker with the spiraled horn on their heads which was also used by ancient medicine man and shamans to vanquish evil and ward off evil spirits. Their blood was known to be used in potions to increase their affects-" "Yes, yes," He pushed impatiently, "That's all very well. But is there any benefits for me keeping her under check." Her brow rose. "There's plenty of uses for her in here." She patted the book. "It even has a recipe for how to cook her meat to give someone immunity to fire-" "That's repulsive!" He made a disgusted face. "I don't plan on becoming a cannibal, or killing something that's worth more alive. Now what can I use to my advantage?" She groaned and looked back down to the pages. "..........Some ancient rulers were known to keep them as pets or tools for war. Their horns which were usually spiraled or curved were known to contain powerful magic similar to angelic essence which coursed through their entire being. This magic could easily be controlled by special collars but only be used if said creature was still alive and the horn was still intact to their heads." She looked back up at him. "Is this what you want?" He didn't talk for a moment and stood there. Thinking. What an opportunity.~ He smiled that dark smile of his before turning back to them. "Well. What an interesting new development.~ I think I found a more ideal purpose for our newest member.~" "Ooooh!~ Whatcha got planned Lou-y? Gonna chop off that pretty horn and use it for a paper weight?" He chuckled. "I think I have a more...useful idea in mind.~"