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sincerelyella · 3 years ago

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Everything Has Changed - Art Of Letting You Go Chapter 8

Book: The Royal Romance; Ride Or Die; Foreign Affairs (AU)

Song inspiration: Art Of Letting You Go by Tori Kelly

Pairings: past Liam x MC (Ella); Liam x OC; Logan x MC

Characters belong to Pixelberry; MC Ella Brooks belongs to me

Summary: What if Liam was promised as a child to another kingdom’s princess?

A/N: Participating in @wackydrabbles this week, prompt will be in bold.

Catch up here -> EHC masterlist

Thank you @ofpixelsandscribbles and @alyssalauren for prereading! Y’all know I get nervous before posting anything. Love you!

Warnings: Angst

Words: 998

I know you'll always be the one that stays with me, haunting me And maybe I'll never know just how to let you go

“I’m going to pick her as my bride after the social season.”

Drake was the first to break the awkward silence. “Y-you what?!”

Liam scratched the back of his neck. “I’m not really in control of all this-”

“What about Ella?!” Maxwell screeched. “You can’t just marry someone else!”

“That’s just it, Max,” Liam said quietly as he stared out the window. The trees they passed became a blur as his eyes welled with tears. “It’s been a long time and we can’t find her. I need to secure an alliance.” And I need to let her go.

“Li,” Drake shook his head. “I know I told you to open up, but this is not what I meant.”

“I really don’t want to talk about this right now,” Liam sighed. “I’m already irritated because they came to see me on a personal trip. Can we just go to the hotel and get ready for tonight?”

The two friends in the backseat nodded and murmured their consent. As the SUV made its way to The Ritz-Carlton, the jazz music that Bastien put on to drown out the awkward quiet wafted through the air.

Drake leaned forward and patted his best friend on the shoulder. “Sorry, Li, we kind of freaked out on you a little.”

“It’s fine,” he turned and gave them a small smile. “What’s going on tonight at the club?”

“I want to do a body shot!” Max announced from his seat.

Bastien chuckled as he drove to the back of the hotel. “A body shot?”

“Yeah!” He nodded his head so fast he got dizzy. “I’ve always wanted to do a body shot. Also, what’s a body shot?”

Liam began to laugh, he laughed so hard his face turned red. ��It’s … it’s-”

“It’s when you take a shot out of a stranger’s belly button, Beaumont,” Drake explained as he chuckled, then laughed harder when Liam snorted from the front seat.

Max gagged. “Ohhh gross! What if you have an outie? Does it just spill everywhere?”

“Or … or what if … there’s lint in there?!” Liam managed to get out between fits of giggles.

The four men laughed for a good five minutes and then composed themselves enough to grab their luggage and head inside.

* Later that evening

Ella and Riya stood outside the club Nightingale with wide eyes and waited for security to check their IDs. Riya squirmed where she stood and looked like she had to go to the bathroom. Ella discreetly pinched her friend on her arm. “You’re gonna get us busted!”

“I have a nervous bladder!” Riya whispered back.

“Ladies,” the tall, muscular man in an all-black suit handed back their ID cards with a smile. “Enjoy your night.”

The two women walked inside and took in the large silver mirrored balls hanging from the ceiling, the black upholstery in the VIP area, and the glass bar that displayed any kind of alcohol anyone could want. The club was crowded, filled with people standing in the corner, dancing on the dance floor, or sitting at the large bar.

Riya elbowed her best friend. “Drinks?”

Ella nodded. “Vodka cranberry.”

The two locked arms and made their way to the center of the club. The bartenders wore all black and were busy running back and forth delivering drinks. Riya stood at one end of the bar and waited patiently for someone to ask for her order.

Ella panned the dance floor and saw the crowd backing up to make room for someone that was break dancing. She smiled and thought back to when that used to be her and Maxwell at the Beaumont Bash. All of her break dancing skills were because of her best friend back in the day, and her smile faded at the thought.

All her friends in Cordonia had to be forgotten. Liam was probably already married to someone else. Ella had been unable to move on in four years, and being in love with Liam was the whole reason her relationships never worked. Time to move on.

* Drake and Liam sat at the VIP area of the club Nightingale nursing their respective drinks. A blonde sat next to Drake talking about her cats while a brunette sat next to Liam who spoke about her blonde-haired friend with cats.

“Where is Beaumont?” Drake murmured to Liam as he nodded and half-smiled at the woman like he was paying attention.

“I think he’s on the dance floor,” Liam said as he sighed. “Wanna go find him?”

“Yep,” Drake stood quickly and apologized to the blonde. “We have to find our friend.”

“You ladies have a good night,” Liam was right behind Drake and the two made their way to the center of the club towards the bar and dance floor.

“My God they would not shut up,” Drake said as soon as they were out of earshot.

“They were … nice,” Liam grimaced as Drake laughed.

“Okay, I’ll go make sure Beaumont didn’t kill himself, just hang out at the bar.”

Liam nodded and leaned against the cool glass, taking another sip of his scotch. He looked around and saw the blonde and brunette that were boring as hell and quickly looked away. There was a woman with a red jumper on, talking with the bartender about her drinks, and another woman in a white lace dress that scooped low at her breasts and had a high slit that showed off her toned legs. Liam’s eyes traveled from her legs, up to her fingers to make sure there was no ring on her left hand and up to her dark hair that was down and in soft curls.

Her face came into view when she turned to look in Liam’s direction and his eyes widened. No one else on earth could look like ...

“Ella.”

The woman’s smile fell as her light brown eyes locked onto piercing sky blue ones. There was only one person …

“Liam.”

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ficsnroses · 4 years ago

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Friends With Benefits Chapter 11 - Keanu Reeves x Reader

Chapter XI ~ Three Daggers.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Word Count : 3.8k

Warnings : lots of angst, nsfw mentions.

Series Summary : What happens when two, lonely friends start seeing each other for sex? A tricky friends with benefits love story, when feelings get in the way.

Notes : Buckle in friends, it’s a bumpy ride from here on out. Chapter 12, [out in the next week or two] will be the end of this fic and I’m already crying thinking of it. It’s been loads of fun! As always, please please do leave feedback, anonymous or not :) your words are what make it all worth it.

Chapter 10 Recap : As Keanu stands outside Y/N’s door, after seeing Matt walk out of her apartment, they both stand in silence, unsure of how to feel. Through thick tension, a series of flashbacks reveal how Keanu and Y/N’s relationship began, and what events lead things to become as messy as they are now. Finally, they decide to talk about the unspoken feelings and things that have been going on between them.

“Did you sleep with him?” He stills, expression strained and down casted stare piercing knives at the floor below. His arms rest heavy by his sides, dread of the coming words churn in his stomach; the fire burns in his belly.

“Excuse me?” You return, arms crossing, stance collective.

“Please.” His lip quivers so slight, gravelled, assertion coated tone less than willing to beat around the bush. “Just answer me, Y/N.”

Your eyes still, connected to his that finally, momentarily find yours. You stay silent for a moment long, and the words that come haunt him. Haunt him before they’ve even settled, had time to absorb in the depths of his train wrecked realization. “Yes. I did.”

The first dagger.

You’ve spent enough nights with his manhood curled inside your legs, to know. Far too many evenings with his fingers dipped inside you; lapping, delighting the honey that seeped just for him.

You know him. And despite you desperately trying to forget,

He knows you. He knows you all too well.

The heaviness to the room suffocates you, claws away at each anticipation scorched crevice of your mind. A resigned silence has fallen across the atmosphere, the mere tick of the clock in the distant kitchen corridors filling the gaping holes. Time moves slow. For the first time, you both stand. You’re both here. You’re here, where nothing but words will heal. Nothing but words will suffice. And when you need them most, when you finally need them, they hinder. They’ve gone. They feel far too heavy, and his shoulders seem far too frail.

For the first time you see, Keanu seems, far too,

frail.

You feel heavy, weighed down. Open your mouth. Let the truth exist somewhere other than inside your body. Let the words that were made just for him,

find him.

A candle burns to the right, set on the wooden oaky coffee table. His favourite scent, something he’d left behind. Attention remains focused on the flickering flame as you continue to observe him from your spot, wondering, desperately scraping to know what thoughts seared his mind. What reveries he wondered, if he’d just reply. If he’d just talk.

His eyes scan the floor; you know there’s a brew fizzing inside his mind. Much to your disappointment, his cocoa kissed hair falters in hues; strands, long and lengthy seem matted, messier than usual. He hadn’t been keeping firm care of himself as usual,

You fear you’re the reason. That you did this to him, when all you wanted was to ease the burn. To do the better for the both of you.

You’d nearly gotten comfortable in the silence that loomed, almost forgotten that a storm was coming. It was bound to. So sudden, to the gravel of his tone, your chest tightens in guard. Defence.

“I thought you only sleep with me.” He starts, voice heavy, rid of that certain uniqueness it normally held for you. That gentle softness that usually shone. Perhaps it was still there, hidden in the grim shadows.

Perhaps your morphed mind refused to acknowledge it. Refused to remember, to confess that he’d always been far too good. Too good to deserve what you’d done. The way you both let it be. “Why does it matter?” You ask lowly, barely returning. The words have seemed to die in your throat before fully falling out; as if they never truly wanted to be heard by him. As if they saw right through you.

“Because. I thought that was our thing.” He reasons, tone firm, defensive in return. Crinkled lines of stress embroider his outer eyes, and you feel your insides plunge at the sight.

Your eyes narrow before a slight defence rings your voice, jaw tightening to his confidence. “Since when do we have a thing?”

The lines to his forehead firm, and his spine unravels in a firmer stance. To his jaw’s signal, his heavy head turns so slightly, taking in the words of your return. He’s stunned, upset, disappointed, irate, a cocktail of all negative emotions that had been crawling to the surface as of late. The emotions he’d swallowed down, allowed to burn inside just to have you near.

Solely to have you stay, even if it meant it wasn’t in the way he wanted you.

But now, there was none to lose. You’d been in the arms of another man. Let another man touch you the way he thought only his fingers could, allowed another man to taste the sap that seeped from your lips, the honey of your body the way only he should have been allowed.

Was he being selfish? He wonders, he ponders. But it burns. The burn triumphs, yet again. “We do, Y/N. Are you doing to deny everything?” he asks, thick hearted. “Everything we did?”

“What do you mean.” You release, the pricks of the sentence taking form of a statement more than a question. “We are- were in it for the benefits. Just sex, Keanu. Those were your words.” Your head lowers for a moment, collecting the words you needed him to hear. The defence you needed to fend. “You don’t get to decide what I do and don’t do. You do not control me.” Your teeth almost grit, lip bitten with affirmation. “You don’t get to decide who I can be with.”

The feeling persists as you try to blink it away slowly, little by little, desperately striving to keep your vomit of words from yelping out. It’s become much, far too much. The blades are cutting, sinking into your flesh.

“I get that.” Keanu waves off, understanding, sympathetic almost. His persona stays, yet seems to melt away in the same breath. Softer, milder tones hue his voice, and his words fall warmer. Warmer than the cold he’d been spitting thus far.

Yet, it’s funny how now, they feel colder.

Despite the sound, they’re piercing into each of your built up, sorrowed seams. They’re real. They’re true. “Y/N, you came to me. You wanted this. I understand that I too let it get this way, I too agreed.” Milder, softer, heavier. “But what you don’t have the right to do, is walk out on me when it’s convenient for you. You don’t get to decide when you want me and when you don’t.”

He bleeds, he too, bleeds. From this close, he looks tired, prominent bags shadow cast under his eyes, stabbing your veins with guilt. “Maybe it was my fault for letting you come back and chip away at me. For wanting you still every single time you came and went.” His words prove sharp, the sharp scalpels you’d never thought you’d hear pour from him. Despite great efforts, your eyes fall weaker and weaker to each word, each vowel, each syllable of his tenor. “Do you think it was easy for me, Y/N? When you disappeared for a week without a word? I was a mess, Y/N. I was ruined thinking I did something to hurt you. You made me feel that.”

The second dagger.

“We had something. Don’t you dare take that away from me and don’t you dare stand there and tell me we didn’t. It was never just sex, Y/N.” He feels your heavy stare, the way your eyes flicker with something so unfamiliar. As if the flip of a button, the tension between your aggravated bodies shifts, thickens, feels as if something that was never meant to flourish between you and him.

“We were…we were more. You were more.” He exhales, slow and sad. “You were never just midnight relief for me,” Cringing, he waves off a heavy palm to the sour words, his face scrunched to the thought of you thinking you were ever just physical need for him. Ever just sex. “You were-- you are a friend. Perhaps my dearest friend.” His words sear. They do hurt. Shackled with dread. You are, chained. Held. Composed of nothing but pure, utter, hurt.

He stands there, and even through the ice of his speech, it’s still him. Still that sliver of hope you’d always held, that dearest comfort in tumbling darkness. Even today, in the scorching gray, he still felt like home. And that was the worst part; home. Being torn, fraying away from you.

You wish he was still human, still something normal. You don’t remember when you started looking at him,

and seeing poetry. A beautiful verse, a well rehearsed lyric, a symphony you remember lipping your tongue.

His words are breaking you, killing you softly. Something surfaces, something you so desperately didn’t want to, but it does. Guard.

;The poisons in our mouths burn holes in our tongues; our cheeks.

The same guard that had perhaps been breaking you thus far. The same guard that made you leave. The same defence that refused to acknowledge out loud that he was more. That he was the one who kept you up at night, the one that crossed your mind each waking of the morning, each dusk of the night. You’d swore the joints in your neck creak when you slant up to the gray ceiling, and the ache at your right temple pounds harder, your veins course with something so icy, so frozen; an agonizing groan barely surfaces before your fingers mould along your temples, the words falling off your lips to an appalling mutter. “No, no, no, no.”

And that’s why you lie. You part your lips,

and lie.

“Keanu!” you almost cry, bones aching, chest hefty and heart pouring. You’re drained, exhausted, the conversation has turned darker than anticipated. The sharp edges only cut further. “We’re no good for each other. We aren’t and we never were.” A slight frown contorts your features.

These words, this stream of misery; you know they’re hurting him too. You know he’s hurting. You’re hurting him.

But they must be spoken. They must be shared. This thread that holds you bound, this cord that draws you back must be shred. Must be broken. It’s what he needs. What you both need.

By now, the river had flowed too far; the water rose far too deep.

By now, if he’d be a part of you still, you fear you won’t be able to settle. You want one hundred percent of him, in the way lovers do. True lovers; the equities that come farther than physical connection. You want all of him, but you fear he won’t be able to give that part of him. Won’t be able to give you more. Just how much more you needed. And so you suffer, you writhe, and you ache some more as the words fall. You fight back sorrow as the façade falls.

A river flows from your mouth, falls, pelts, cascades. The substitute of tears, your eyes won’t bare hold. “You were my first friend, my only friend when I came here.” You sympathize. “Of course you were more, Keanu. You weren’t just a quick fuck for me when I needed one, so don��t you dare accuse me of it.” A faint frown lingers to the planes of your face, and your eyes grow something worse than sad. Something full of pure, utter, melancholy. “We made a huge mistake and you know it, Ke.” Confessing, you watch the way his muscles tense under his signature black jacket.

He’s suffering. You’re killing him.

“We both have issues, and we both have problems.” The ugly truth ultimately falls. But perhaps, you shouldn’t have shed light on it. Shouldn’t have dug up, salted old wounds. “Did we really think sex would fix that?” The truth hurts. It’s sinking daggers into your flesh by each word. You’d never been one to show weakness, yet to him, you let all the vulnerability fall. All the weaknesses that allowed you to get this way. “We made a mistake. And it’s best we just move on.”

There, in his eyes today, right now, you swore you saw something you’d never seen before.

He’s always been admirable, reserved, but confident. Something about him always seemed collected, as if he’d got the entire world figured out and had came to terms with whatever it had to offer. He held poise, self-reliance.

But today- the emptiness inside your chest throbs and your fingers nimble under his intense stare. He doesn’t speak for prolonged moment, only stays,

numb.

Something in him died today. Something felt like withered flowers and caved ruins.

It’s unsettling to see such a sight before your eyes, to see a mountain before you disintegrate, yet refuse to acknowledge it. Eerie, soul crushing discomfort. You saw it in him,

but felt it in you.

Somehow, these things of his, always come back to you. To haunt you.

Keanu blinks slowly, coming back to the present as his head returns. His thoughts flow, rugged, anything but the usual smooth his collected demeanor was used to. It doesn’t matter to her, everything we did. These thoughts, these words, these feelings; they bubbled. She thinks we’re a mistake. Boiled, churned, gasped to be let out. These words needed liberation. Needed to be free.

Does she not remember? He wonders, he ponders. How could she forget?

Tick.

Tock.

Tick--

Even the ticking of the clock in the distant kitchen seems to drown out, seems to fade away unfinished. A heaviness still suffocates the room; feelings still remain trapped inside the depths of your confined hearts. The silence stretches on, the seconds, prolonged moments of quiet rack and add up, and so does your unease.

His expression carefully falters, devoid of anything that shows how utterly hopeless he continues to fall with each jab you take at him. Something so unreadable. Unreadably broken.

He drains too. His silence hurts.

More than the words you’re spewing; the words that cut, slowly slaughter your souls in a gritting slay. Your own eyes crumble, grip tightening in a balled fist similar to the grip that contorts your aching heart.

You feel disgust rip through yourself like a lightening bolt, the pain comes in shooting bolts piercing

Sharp.

Shrill.

It’s slipping through his fingers. It’s all slipping far too quickly.

“Y/N,” Keanu mumbles, urgent yet soft. Heavy voice weighted, plead drowned tone piercing, like lightening. “You-”

He tries again to talk, yet it proves too much. The way he speaks kills you, it’s murdering you cut by cut. It’s impossible to stomach the look on his face.

Dagger by dagger. You’re not strong enough. This mountain you carry on your tongue, in your bones, deep in each crevice of your physical self; it holds too much history, too much vulnerability. This love that laces in each of your veins for him; if it escapes, and the words kiss his skin, into his ears; you fear it won’t be enough. That it wont turn out the way you’ve dreamt all along.

And that’ll be the end. That’ll butcher you for good.

That will be the death of you.

“No, Keanu.” You voice, head shaken gently to a downcast defeat below. You see him tense, back leaned against the gray hallway wall.

Defeat.

You’ve both defeated each other today. Both sunk the needles exactly where it hurts the most.

;Taking throws at the most vulnerable parts of each other. We’re like fingers on thorns of honey;

we know exactly where it hurts.

Ambling up beside his larger frame, you position adjacent; so close to him, where you’d feel lightening in your heart each time you reminisce on being. When you think back to the times when he was this close. When he won’t be anymore.

The hard wall feels cold against your skin, both your eyes intent on the surroundings, anywhere but on each other. Slow, quiet, you sigh a beaten exhale, eyes momentarily shutting to ease the heaviness for just one moment. He slumps, unable to hold the weight of his own two feet much longer. “No.” You mumble, you mutter. You force your tongue to move. Sick to the stomach. It churns inside, the brew of pain, hurt, defeat, agony. The fall in your eyes intensifies, covered by a gloss of realization.

This was it.

This would be it.

Dense, heavy, you glide. Your back slides down the hallway wall as your knees give out, falling to an upright seat on the floor below. Legs crossing with your hands positioned neat in your lap, weary shoulders slump; and your eyes find Keanu’s standing tall above you. Patting the spot beside you with one heavy thump, you sigh.

He swallows thick, before gliding down as well.

falling, falling, falling.

There, in the quiet walls, you sit together. Insides burning, hearts twisting. Falling.

The silence endures, your tired hearts rest. Overpowered, overwhelmed, you sit together.

;I’m erasing you from my skin.

“Keanu,” you begin, empathizing; limbs limp with exhaustion. “I can’t be with you anymore. I just can’t. It’s draining, it’s exhausting.”

The third

dagger.

And this one, would hurt in him constantly. Would burn in him endlessly.

Your every word is cruel. Brutally candid; straightforward. Each and every syllable, each vowel, each ring tears something inside him expertly, like deliberately unhurried knives; merciless daggers sinking in deep.

Keanu’s mind wanders still, the words he so desperately wanted to say to you still bubbling. The conversation hadn’t played out how he planned. This was not what he had planned. This is not what the hopes he came with wrote. The burn is so rugged, so intense, and the words fight to come out. They fight to be heard by you. Fight to save your sinking ship.

But they don’t. they ultimately don’t. They still in his throat. They dissolve in his throat.

He couldn’t put himself out there for you to break down again. Couldn’t hand himself over to you again, only to be destroyed, yet again.

His features falter, realization seeps into his bones. In these moments, everything, each second seems so fragile, so precious.

-She’s slipping away far too quickly-

She’s slipped away;

She’s gone.

Keanu’s head falls back, hitting the wall behind you both with an audible thud. He nods gently with a hefty respire, eyes closing for a brief moment. Slain.

Slow and wounded, he removes himself from your side, standing on his own two somnolent legs. The air around has only darkened, except now, there’s no piercing. No lightening, no bolting.

Just flat, dry, unforgiving air.

He stands tall above you, yet your body stays positioned below on the ground. You can’t seem to move, can’t seem to rise. Can’t seem to rise up from the small. From the low.

From the feeling of low.

Staring up, your eyes lock with his as he begins sincerely, head shaking. The phantom, the ghost of him leans above you, looming over with guilt ridden, shattered realization.

He begins, apologizing. “I promise, all I wanted was to help. Not to make it worse.” Thick cut sadness, gloom glazes each word. He’d come with so much hope; he’d come to you confident he’d get it right. That this time, he’d hold you for good.

With nothing, he’d be leaving. Nothing but haunting memories of the sweetest love, that never worked. The ghost of a love he’d lost, without ever really having it.

“I care about you so much.” He tells, one last time. “I’m sorry if I said anything out of line. You’re an amazing woman, Y/N. I still admire you and all the success you’ve earned since you came here.”

Gray. It’s all falling gray. The murals of a once bright and crimson passion; a once rosy friendship, a yellow hope. All grayed.

“I still wish you nothing but the best. You deserve it.” He finishes, a gentle nod and half attempted smile your way. A haunting smile, that would forever remain carved inside your brain. The smile of the heart you slaughtered.

And for a moment; you think, maybe you loved him, in another lifetime. And maybe you promised you’d find him on the other side.

On the other side – and maybe that’s why you can’t seem to escape him, to let him go.

But today, he is going. He’s leaving for good.

Today, it felt as if the flowers beheaded themselves; the sun burnt to the ground. He’d take them away with him, with each drowning step he took.

He won’t come back; the whispers of your crying thoughts linger.

He has to; the weeps of your heart undertone.

And you wonder, that perhaps you don’t deserve good things. Because this, watching him leave with your heart crucified to his chest, felt as if punishment. Punishment for sins you don’t even remember committing.

He shakes his head one last time, before his back turns. Turns to you, leaves you behind as he begins to move away, toward the bulky front door. He’d bid his goodbyes, wished his farewells.

He is the one that got away. And maybe, the one who comes after him; if one ever will; will remind you of how it was always supposed to be. The mistakes that were never meant to be made.

~They will taste like the poetry; you wish you could’ve composed.

For from today, blue skies would fade gray, the birds would cease to sing. The flowers would never live again, and the burn would maybe subside to nothing, but, gray. You will stay empty, stay longing for what he gave you.

The corridors of each room will be empty; and nothing makes the room feel emptier than longing for someone to be in it. And long you would. Knowing the man you love would be gone for good.

And even after all this pain, all this hurt,

His body is still the only one you want to be undressed under.

His weight is the only one you want resting beside you at your most vulnerable, at your worst.

The daggers have been thrown. The wounds have been carved.

“Stop saying things like that to me.” Sudden, your voice cracks from below. You’d been unsure of how the word had even escaped, plummeted out, fearing no barrier. As if your pulsing heart’s last attempt to ease the agony, to stop him. They’d fallen out, leaving your mind little to fend your guard with.

He halts in his tracks, merely turning in his steps to lock you a surrendered gaze. Why? his pleading orbs beg, wondering what more could be left to said. Head shaking, with his lips pursing tight and taut to a thin line, he stands with his arms side by side, eyes coursing into your soul.

Wondering. What you would say.

“Stop saying things like that to me. Things that make me feel like you’re the only good I’ll ever have.” You barely manage, swallowing thick, dense, pure anguish. Gaze faltering, you eye the floor below, unable to lock stare with him just yet. You whisper, audible yet to his ears with an ultimate connect to his earthy orbs; your own filling with seared, stinging wet sheen.

And the words that would fall from your lips from there on out-

Could never be taken back.

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echoes-of-the-clockwork · 4 years ago

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Book One: Gold (Prompto x Reader) Chapter XXVIII

Three days passed after Prompto and (Y/n) were brought to Zegnautus Keep. The boy, at the command of Callyx, was now bound to a mechanical device. His body was littered with cuts and bruises, but his entire being ached. He hung his head, eyes sealed shut as another wave of pain washed over his body. The guardian enjoyed torturing the boy, a wicked smile etched across his face as he delivered hit after hit. Blood seeped from the larger gashes scattered across his body, but Callyx made doubly sure the wounds he inflicted wouldn't be any cause for concern.

The moment the cell door opened was when Prompto raised his head. The devil of a spirit walked into the cell with two soldiers by his side. They freed him from the device and grabbed both his arms, pinning them behind his back and cuffing them together. Callyx ordered them to drag him along and follow.

Prompto lifted his head as he was dragged behind Callyx by the two soldiers. He examined his surroundings, trying his best to memorize where they were going. They wandered down many hallways and corridors until coming to a stop in an observation room. Control panels with numerous of monitors were located underneath a large window that was darkened out.

One soldier unlocked his cuffs and freed him before tossing him to the floor. Prompto grunted as he landed on his hands and knees. Through the pain that engulfed his body, he managed to get to his feet. He rubbed his blistered, raw wrists while glaring over at Callyx. He watched as the guardian strolled over to one of the control panels and pressed a few buttons. The glass of the window was no longer blacked out and visibility in the room behind it was poor.

Prompto's eyes were drawn to the opposite room when the lights flickered on. What he saw caused his eyes to widen in horror and the fury he felt a few days ago to return tenfold.

Inside the rectangular room on the other side of the glass was (Y/n). Her body was pinned to the metal wall, black spikes pierced through her arms and legs. It was as if she was a butterfly pinned inside a shadow box. Blood trickled from around the spikes, trailing down her body and forming a small puddle of crimson liquid underneath her. Her head was tucked against her chest, face hidden from everyone.

Prompto dashed toward the window and slammed his fists repeatedly against the glass, crying her name out in a desperate attempt to get her attention. Callyx simply watched in amusement before chuckling. "You honesty think she can hear you? That glass is 24 millimeters thick."

Prompto tore his gaze away from (Y/n), glaring at Callyx. Before he could say anything, the guardian already had an explanation. "She's not dead, if you're wondering. Then again, you probably already know that from the gemstone. This wouldn't be any fun if she was dead." He glanced toward one of the soldiers. "You know what to do."

The soldier left the room. Prompto watched him leave before looking back at Callyx. "Why did you bring me here?"

He huffed out a groan. "Have you already forgotten? Well, I'm not surprised if I'm being honest. You're getting a front row seat to feeding time."

The boy's brows furrowed together. "Feeding time...?"

The wicked grin that haunted Prompto for the past three days spread across the spirit's face. "It's been a while since the devourer had a tasty snack. (Y/n) is next on the menu and we wouldn't want you to miss it."

Just then, the sound of a bloodcurdling scream echoed throughout the Keep. Prompto looked around in confusion while Callyx groaned in annoyance. "Those imbeciles really don't know how to handle my creation, do they...?"

Followed by the scream, the sound of a large explosion resonated throughout the area. The room shook slightly, papers falling off a table in the corner of the room. Now both men were bewildered. Callyx clicked his tongue, using the control panel to access the cameras scattered throughout Zegnautus Keep. On one of the camera feeds, he spotted a lone figure wandering the corridors of the lower level. "Dammit all..." Lifting his head, he addressed the soldiers stationed a few feet away from the door. "There's been a minor setback. Take him back to his cell."

Prompto saw no point in struggling. He allowed one trooper to cuff his wrists before being yanked out of the room. Before the door closed behind them, the boy glanced over his shoulder at (Y/n), swearing to the Astrals he would be back for her.

Back in the cell block, he hoped the soldiers would just toss him into the cell without strapping him to the strange device. However, his hopes were dashed when they shoved him towards it after undoing the cuffs. Prompto refuses to be reattached to the device and tried to fight his way out of the cell. He manage to kick one to the ground and grabbed their gun. As he aimed it at the other soldier and went to pull the trigger, the trooper was much quicker. The second soldier rammed the stock of his firearm into the back of Prompto's neck, knocking him unconscious.

•••••

"Prompto!" A nineteen-year-old (Y/n) shouted excitedly from the kitchen of the apartment. She had just returned home from her shift at the small boutique a few blocks away.

A fifteen-year-old Prompto just finished changing out of his high school uniform and into something more comfortable when hearing her call his name. He left the bedroom and headed to the kitchen. "What is it, (Y/n)?"

The (h/c)-haired girl spun around, revealing the cake she had with a smile. "Happy birthday, Prom."

The boy was in awe at the sight of the cake. "This is..."

"It's chocolate cake with buttercream frosting. I was hoping we could enjoy a slice together." She lowered the cake and placed it on the counter. "I hope it's not too much. I know you've done your best to lose weight and, well..."

Prompto glanced down at the cake. The buttercream frosting was dyed blue with a yellow chocobo on top. There were even small white clouds, making the blue appear as if it were the sky. He was shocked and didn't know what to say.

(Y/n) noticed his silence and became nervous. "Is it too childish?"

"No!" Prompto denied, turning his attention to her. "I think it's amazing, (Y/n). This is the first time we've been able to spend my birthday together without my parents. It's nice. I wish we could've done it sooner."

Her smile returned. "There's one more thing I wanna give you." She rushed down the small hallway to the bedroom and grabbed what she had hidden under the bed. She promptly returned to the kitchen and held out the present. "I've been waiting all month to give this to you."

Prompto gaped in surprise as he took the gift. "You even bought me a present?"

"Of course I did," she giggled. "Open it!"

"Shouldn't we enjoy the cake first?"

"No way! I can't wait for you to open it. We can have a slice of cake after."

Seeing how excited she was, Prompto decided to open the present. He tore off the paper, gasping when seeing what he unwrapped. He tossed the wrapping paper aside and examined the box closely. It was the camera he'd been saving up for. "Is this...the newest model?"

The guardian nodded. "Yep. You've been talking about it for the past three months and I thought it'd make the perfect birthday present."

He placed the camera box down on the counter beside the cake before stepping towards (Y/n). He wrapped his arms around her, embracing her tightly. "I love it, (Y/n). Thank you so much."

She wound her arms around his waist, returning his hug. "You're welcome, Prom." Pulling away, she peered up at his face. "Now then, let's eat some cake! I even bought some ice cream if you want some."

"There's no way I can deny a slice of cake and ice cream," he laughed. "I'll blame you for making this my cheat day."

"Blame me all you like. No one can ever deny cake and ice cream on their special day."

The two ate the cake and ice cream together. There was plenty of each left over once their bellies were full. Once they took care of the dishes, they headed into the small living room connected to the kitchen. (Y/n) laid down on the couch with Prompto laying partially on top of her. She raked her hands through his hair as his head rested against her chest. As he enjoyed her touch, he fiddled with his new camera. He admired it with stars in his eyes. "Man, I am totally gonna take some cool pictures with this camera. There's ton of space on the SD card, too!"

"Knowing you, you'll fill up the entire SD card in a month," she said. "We should look into getting you a second one just in case."

Prompto turned off his new camera, placing it in his lap. He stared up at the ceiling in silence for a couple of minutes before attempting to confess his true feelings that'd been eating at him for the past two years. "Hey, (Y/n)?"

"Yeah?" She questioned.

"What if... What if I said... Ah, never mind," he sighed, his confidence shattering. "It's nothing important."

"You can't leave me hanging like that!" She gasped.

"Can you wait a little longer?" He begged.

Smiling, she nodded. "Of course. I'll be here whenever you need me."

Prompto closed his eyes with a content sigh. "Thanks, (Y/n)."

Suddenly, the air in the apartment became cold and the lights flickered out. Prompto grunted when his body was dropped on to the sofa. "(Y/n)?" He sat up, seeing the guardian was gone. Even his camera was missing. Getting to his feet, he began searching the apartment for her. He checked the kitchen, the hallway bathroom, their shared bedroom, and the bathroom attached to it. "(Y/n)?!" He frantically searched the closet, underneath the bed, and even the fire escape. He couldn't find her anywhere.

As Prompto ran back to the living room, the apartment morphed and he found himself back in the Magitek Production Facility. He stood in a room lined with large glass cylinders. Instead of finding copies of himself, he saw the face of (Y/n) on the bodies trapped inside. Some were missing limbs while others were sickeningly disfigured, creating a horrific creature. Each glass tube had large red 'X's painted across the front. "Wh-What's going on?" He spun around in confusion. "(Y/n), where are you?!"

From the darkness, Prompto heard the clacking of heels. Turning around, he saw the (h/c)-haired guardian emerge from the shadows and step into the light radiating from the glass tubes. Her expression remained stoic as she stopped a few feet away from him. He went to approach her, but she stopped him by raising her hand. "Please, don't come any closer, Prompto."

"What's wrong, (Y/n)?" He asked with a concerned expression. "Why're we back here?"

His questions went unanswered as she gestured to the various glass tubes surrounding them. "Failure after failure, Verstael desperately tried to recreate (Y/n). After so many failures, he finally succeeded only for me to be taken by a Lucian spy alongside you. In the end, I may have been the perfect copy but to him I was another failure. Do you honestly believe we could be happy together because of our origins?"

"Where we come from doesn't matter!" Prompto wailed. "It's where we're going that counts! I don't care that you're some copy of his guardian or that I'm a copy of him! I won't be able to do anything if you're not with me!"

"Prompto," she mumbled.

He outstretched his hand towards her. "I only care about the girl who showed me love and kindness all those years in Insomnia when no one else would. It's thanks to you I was able to achieve my goals and make even more friends. I want both of us to get back together with Noct and the others and go back to all the fun we were having together. I refuse to leave you behind, (Y/n). I need you more than you know it. So please, let's go back together."

The guardian stared at his hand. She weighed her options, but her feelings for him were too strong. There was no way she'd ever leave him. She loves him too much and cherished her new friendship with Noctis, Gladio, and Ignis. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "Yes, let's go together, Prom."

Just as she was about to place her hand in his, the sound of gunfire could be heard from behind her. The invisible bullets pierced her body over and over again, blood spattering as each one hit. Prompto stared in horror as her body became riddled with bullets and her blood splattered across his body.

Once the firing ceased and the last bullet was fired, (Y/n)'s body collapsed lifeless against the ground. Prompto fell to his knees, hands shaking as he reached for her. "(Y-Y/n)..." He managed to crawl closer to her and turn her body over. He saw her eyes were open, void of life. He gasped, his attention being drawn to the bracelet around his right wrist when he heard a faint cracking sound. Looking at it, he saw the gemstone was cracked and was turning black. "No, no, no!" He pulled her cold body into his arms and tried to wake her up, ignoring the blood that was beginning to soak his being. "Please wake up, (Y/n)," he begged with tears in his eyes. He lowered his head, nudging his nose against hers. "I can't lose you..." Tears flowed from his eyes, splashing against her cheeks. He held her tightly as a guttural wail erupted from his throat. His cry fell on deaf ears as he was consumed by darkness.

•••••

Prompto awoke from his unconscious state when he felt his body fall to the floor. Opening his eyes, he saw Noctis, Gladio, and Ignis.

"Hey, you alright?" Gladio asked.

"Are you hurt? Do you need help?" Ignis inquired, unable to see the blonde's tattered state.

"I'm fine. Thank you, Noct." Through the pain, Prompto manages to sit upright and met Noctis' gaze. "Tell me. Were you worried about me?"

"Of course I was. What kind of question is that?" Noctis retorted.

"Of course. That's why you came, like I believed you would."

"Prompto..." He murmured.

"That's why I told myself I couldn't die. Not until I could see you and hear you tell me I'm not a fake—that I'm the real me."

Noctis hung his head with a sorrowful expression. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Everything's alright now." With his best friend's help, Prompto was able to stand. "I have to save (Y/n). Will you guys help me?"

"Hell yeah," Noctis smirked. "She's our friend, too."

"You seriously think we wouldn't help you save your little lady?" Gladio guffawed.

"Her comradeship has been invaluable," Ignis added. "Abandoning her is not an option."

"Thanks, guys," Prompto smiled at his friends. "I know where they're keeping her. Let's go."

Noctis, Gladio, and Ignis followed him out of the cell block and down a series of hallways until they arrived at where Callyx dragged him earlier. The door slid open and the four boys entered the room. However, the room was in complete shambles. The bodies of dead soldiers were scattered across the floor with documents strewn about. What caught his attention the most was the shattered window. He stepped over shards of glass as he headed towards the window. Peering into the connected room, he saw (Y/n) was missing. The only thing that remained was the puddle of blood.

"Thought you said she was in here," Gladio remarked. "All I see are dead bodies and broken glass."

"She was here, I swear!" Prompto shouted. "Callyx brought me here."

"Think they moved her?" Noctis asked.

"Possibly." Ignis fumbled around until he came across the control panel. He activated the monitors, which caused a lightbulb to flicker on above the marksman head as he remembered what Callyx did.

He made his way over to the control panel and remembered the buttons the guardian pushed. "I almost forgot. Callyx used this control panel to access the cameras all over this place."

The strategist was able to connect the puzzle pieces. "It's highly possible they will reveal what transpired here."

"Exactly." Prompto continues to work on the control panel until he was able to pull up the camera feed for the room they were currently in. With a few more buttons, he was able to rewind the feed. He stopped a few frames after seeing the window shatter. Playing the feed, they watched what happened hours ago.

Soldiers were doing their duties until the sound of a bloodcurdling scream came from behind the glass. All the troopers' attentions were drawn to the window as it shattered. Many of them were killed by the shards while a couple were left standing. From the broken window, (Y/n) climbed into the room and killed the two remaining soldiers. Before she left the room, she looked up at the camera to reveal not gold slits but glowing azure sclera with no iris or pupil.

Prompto stopped the rewind, eyes still glued to the screen. He wasn't sure what to say, but Noctis did. "Looks like Brahma took over. Whether that's a good or bad thing, we won't know until we find (Y/n)."

The sharpshooter was somewhat relieved but still worried. He glanced down at the gemstone to still see it was normal. "She's alive. That's all that matters. I'm sure we'll find her soon."

"Now that we know short stuff is gone, let's get the hell outta here and find a way to get your powers back," Gladio said, eyeing Noctis.

Ignis nodded in agreement. "Yes, let's."

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e-king-court · 4 years ago

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It’s that time of year again...

...and by that I mean it's my birthday.

I don't generally celebrate my birthday. It became A Thing after my parents divorce, and since then, it is definitely a cursed day (last year I got a whole pandemic, so...)

This year, however, I decided I wanted to write me a story. Some months back, while scrolling through Facebook (I know, I know) I came across a post of a post that was a plot bunny. It was a tweet from user @JohannesEvans that read:

Hot goth in the woods that keeps answering the door and sighing and going "no, I'm not the witch, he lives over there" and points across the street to a dazzling pretty boy wearing a gold waistcoat who's waving excitedly at them

I immediately wanted to write it. So I did.

Now, to no one's surprise, I didn't start this story until roughly a week ago, so... well, it's almost done. So, for now, just to say I've properly celebrated my birthday, please allow me to share with you the first half or so of this silly story. It's rough, really rough, and doesn't have a title. I'm not thrilled with it, but... guilty pleasures, etc. Enjoy!

Quiet. That’s what the little alternative community in the woods had offered. Peace, acceptance, solitude. Quiet.

So Locke bit back a curse when someone knocked on his door for the hundredth time that day. Poppy seeds scattered across his work bench when he jumped because of course he hadn’t used a measuring spoon. Why would he use a measuring spoon for the smallest ingredient? Obviously, pouring straight from the bottle is the best way to measure poppy seeds.

The knocking persisted. Locke sighed and set the bottle down with a thud and rattle of chains. He stomped his way up front and tugged the door open, startling the pair of young women standing on his doorstep. Their eyes widened and the three of them stared at each other for longer than Locke thought was polite.

“Can I help you?” He didn’t growl. This was good communication skills.

The two seemed to shake themselves. “Are you Mr. Devereux?”

Locke sighed. “Which Mr. Devereux?”

They blinked and exchanged a confused glance. “We, um… we’re looking for a spell.”

“Then you want the witch.” He pointed a long arm over their heads toward the obnoxious display across the street. “That Mr. Devereux.” As one, they turned and Locke followed their gaze.

Sebastian was lounging in a pool chair, a cheap thing with neon yellow piping and no pool in sight. He was surrounded by colorful plants, flowers, and enough suncatchers to make any light fairy jealous. Locke was dismayed to see that he was sunning. Long legs, waxed and bronzed, stretched up to the hem of a pair of nautical striped boyshorts. A too small gold waistcoat revealed a pierced belly button and parted with sequined lapels and a collection of charms and pendants against his chest and the hollow of his throat. Golden blond hair was classically cut, cropped close to the sides and left almost strategically messy on top. Locke was not surprised to see the flash of glitter, either put there intentionally, or polluted from the obnoxious, glittery, sun-shaped sunglasses taking over most of his heart-shaped face.

His smile was almost blinding as he waved. “Hey, gorgeous!”

Locke frowned as his face went hot and wished for the hundredth time since moving in that he was the kind of goth that wore full face makeup. “That’s the witch.”

The women gawked at Sebastian, turned and gawked at Locke glowering in the doorway, and then looked at each other.

“Umm… sorry,” the apparent speaker of the duo said, and they turned and fled across the street, whispering to each other as they went. Sebastian stood and stretched, that waistcoat riding higher and those boyshorts hugging… well, everything. Locke sighed and shut the door with a snap.

Newlight Falls was advertised as a quiet town with a village-like atmosphere, tucked away in the old growth forest and home to those who didn’t fit in elsewhere. It was home to all sorts of paranormals, which included an uncommon amount of witches, plenty of fairies, and the obligatory pack of werewolves. Being that it was only an hour away from three major cities, it had become a bit of a tourist attraction, replete with warm-weather festivals that the fairies almost exclusively coordinated. Locke wasn’t a fan, but they were good for the town and good for business.

Even with all that, Locke fell in love with the place almost as soon as he saw it. He’d found the listing on Will’o, trying to find something close to the doctors he needed, but not directly in the city. Not only was his dark little cabin perfectly suited to him, but being back in the woods meant plenty of shade and long trails that he could disappear into if the festivities got to be too much.

It was also supposed to be haunted, which, perfect, but so far he hadn’t experienced much more than a few things being moved and a book or two knocked to the floor. No great shakes, really.

With the image of Sebastian’s sparkling navel piercing embedded in his mind, Locke sulked back to his work room to clean up the poppy seeds and see if the tea could be saved.

“Locke!” Benji’s happy voice boomed, big arms open and face nearly split by his smile.

Locke returned his smile but stayed sequestered on the front stoop out of the sunlight. Benji came to him without question, wrapping him up in the kind of bear hug only large goblins could give. He grunted and gave Benji’s back a pat as the air was squeezed out of him. “Hey, Benj.”

“Good to see you, you look good. This place looks great,” he said, stepping back to appraise the front of the house. To most, it needed some work, but Locke was partial to the busted exterior shutters and chipping grey paint.

“Thanks, the web is real, orb weaver, real beauty,” he said, motioning to the port window overhead.

Benji’s smile went tight and strained. “Love it,” he grunted like it hurt. He cautiously turned his attention away from the spider. “Thanks for letting me come.”

“Of course! Make my favorite sibling miss Fairy Fest after listening to him whine about it for ten years? Fat chance. C’mon, I’ll show you your room,” he said, motioning Benji in.

Benji grabbed his suitcase and thundered up the steps. “This place has a guest bedroom?”

“Eh….” Locke whined and didn’t answer further. It did, but the guest bedroom was where he’d put his workroom and it would have been too small for his hulking brother anyway. Instead, Locke had cleaned up his own bedroom and got a cot for his workroom. It wouldn’t be the most comfortable, but he could deal with it for the week that Benji was visiting. It wasn’t often they got to spend time together one on one.

They wandered in. Locke waved over the small living room, through the doorway to the small kitchen and dining nook, the water closet under the stairs, and then brought him up to the attic that made his bedroom and the full bathroom for his use during his stay. Benji caught on quick, but didn’t say anything, no doubt having considered how small the house was.

“We’ll have to share the shower, but otherwise, this room is yours for the week. I, uh… can’t say I’d be real thrilled if you picked someone up at the Fest, but, I’ll be the best wingman I can be,” Locke said, drawing the curtains back from the port window to let some light into the room.

Benji chuckled. “I wouldn’t do that to you. Thanks, man, this place is great. Mostly,” he said, eyeing the spider visible through the window.

Locke smirked. “Ghost isn’t too rowdy, either.”

“Ahha, of course you’d have a ghost,” Benji said with a self-deprecating laugh. Locke’s grin went cocky and he thumped his way back down the stairs.

“I gotta make a product run when dusk rolls around if you want to see the town proper tonight. There’s not a lot except some kitschy shops, but you might like one of the little restaurants for dinner,” he said, wandering into the kitchen.

Benji hummed and sniffed the air, eyes landing unerringly on the box that took up most of the little dining table. It was full of Locke’s teas, creative little blends in labeled linen baggies waiting to be delivered to the shops in town he was contracted with. “Sure, I’d love to see the place.”

“Cool, you can carry the box,” Locke said, wandering back to his workshop. Benji’s laugh made the windows rattle.

A few hours later, with the sun set enough that it didn’t irritate Locke’s eyes and skin overly much, he was leading an easily distracted Benji through town. The whole town was decked out for Fairy Fest, covered in lights and flowers and full to bursting with fairies. They flitted about in showers of sparkling color, some already celebrating by tossing petals or handful of pixie dust over the myriad of tourists also steadily filling the streets. Locke would have felt out of place in all his black and chains, but there were plenty of darker fae around, too. If anyone stood out, it was his rather large foster brother, his impressive figure causing people to practically dive out of the way, even as poor Benji apologized.

“Stop apologizing, Benj, you’re only walking,” Locke said with a smirk.

Benji was all tight frowns. “I feel bad, though.”

“Don’t, you’re fine. This is us, though,” he said, veering for a shop door. Benji followed, uttering a few more unnecessary apologies as they went.

The dark little mystic shop was one of Locke’s favorites. It was an evening shop and sold pretty much the same stuff that the rest of the kitschy shops sold, but it was themed dark. Spangled black and purple curtains and tapestries kept most of the natural light out, the shelves all made of cast iron and mahogany. The goods skewed toward occultish, but nothing available to the general public could cause any trouble. Even the obsidian athames were blunter than a letter opener. There were more exotic wares in the back, but the owner, Ms. Gloushire, was highly selective when it came to those sales. Even Locke, who was a resident, didn’t have her convinced, but he was getting there. Not that there was anything fancy he needed for his teas.

Benji, of course, veered right for the collection of polished stones and crystals. Locke grinned and teasingly hissed for him not to touch all of them. Benji glared at him but didn’t put down the peacock ore he’d already snatched from the display.

“Ms. Gloushire?” he called when he saw the front end empty.

“Is that you, Locke!?” a muffled shout echoed from the back.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, sliding his sunglasses onto the top of his head.

A moment later Ms. Gloushire was whacking her beaded curtain out of the way and she smiled warmly at Locke before her eyes settled on Benji. “Oh, you have a friend today.”

“Yep. My brother, Benji,” he said. “I have the tea for you for the Fest. The Starry Night, Full Moon, and Crossroads.” He set his box down on her counter beside the register and pulled back the flaps.

Her face lit up and she rubbed her hands together. “Ooh, excellent. Everything work out all right with your last check?”

“Yes, ma’am, not problems at all,” he said, smiling softly.

“Good. All this newfangled equipment. I know it’s more convenient for the Norms, but electronics and magic don’t always mix well. But if everything’s fine, then it’s fine,” she said, casting her new POS system a distrustful glare as she dug into the box of teas. Locke just chuckled and waited patiently for her to finish her counting and inventorying. Satisfied, she marked it all down and set the box aside.

“All right, dear, everything looks to be in order. If I need anything else, I’ll call you,” she said.

“Yep, you know where to find me. I gotta stop at Coriander’s. You have a good night,” he said, flicking down his sunglasses.

“You too, Locke. Pleasure to meet you, Benji,” she said with a suspiciously sharp smile. Benji tittered nervously, thanked her, and they were off.

The stop at Coriander’s was brief and uneventful. Locke handed over the second box of teas, things packaged in lighter bags with more spritely names, while Benji was one again glued to the shiniest objects the shop had to offer. Even with Coriander chatting at top speed about a new topic every few seconds, they were done relatively quickly. He said his farewells to the bubbly sprite, flicked his sunglasses down, and turned toward the door, only to be blinded anyway.

Sebastian was in the doorway, pushing his outrageous sunglasses onto the top of his head as he meandered into the shop. As soon as he saw Locke he smiled and Locke frowned at the butterflies in his stomach.

“Hey beautiful,” Sebastian said, smooth and a little high. His eyes instantly flicked to Benji and his expression went briefly blank, before he smiled again and got a little swagger. “Well, well, who is this delightful new face?”

Locke glanced over his shoulder and wasn’t surprised to see Benji’s face dark with blush. His greenish skin and purplish blood made him look a little brown, but it was definitely a blush. Locke didn’t blame him.

“Sebastian,” he said. “My brother, Benji. Here for the Fest.” He cleared his throat before his voice broke and ignored the look Benji gave him.

Another expression briefly flickered across Sebastian’s face, this time more surprised than blank, and quickly settled into a coy grin. “Brother? Well, welcome to Newlight Falls, Mr. Benji. I’m Sebastian Devereux, Locke’s neighbor,” he said, sauntering forward and offering his hand. He was a head shorter than Locke, which had Benji nearly towering, but as usual Sebastian’s confidence was unwavering. Locke figured it would have to be with a neon pink sequin sarong over those...shorts.

“Good to meet you, Mr. Devereux,” Benji said. “Which neighbor would you be?”

“The one across the street, handsome. Incase you ever need to borrow a cup of sugar,” he said with a wink. Benji grinned stupidly and Locke nervously fussed with his lip ring. “If you’ll excuse me, gentlemen, I have some tea to stock up on.” He winked at Locke, who barely resisted watching as Sebastian sauntered past. He huffed, tugging his hood closer to his face, and hurried out of the shop, leaving Benji to scurry after him. Maybe the hood and sunglasses disguised his blush enough? He certainly hoped so.

“So how are the infusions going?”

Locke looked up from pushing around his caprese. “Hmm? Oh, they’re fine. They’re infusions.” He cut a bite of cheese and tomato. “I had one last week and I think I’m scheduled for the week after next. Mostly vitamin D right now.”

Benji nodded, obliterating a half-pound cheeseburger and fries. “I remember summers are harder.”

Locke shrugged. “Yeah, but being here has been really great. The woods are so dense that I don’t always get a rash, so I can be outside more during the day.”

Benji’s face lit up. “Oh! That’s really cool! Mom and dad will be happy to hear it. See? I told them this was a good move for you.”

Locke huffed. “What, me telling them how great it is wasn’t enough?”

Benji waved him off. “You know how they are, they always worry about you.”

It wasn’t unwarranted. Locke had been a sick kid with all kinds of health issues and sensitivities, not the least of which was chronic anemia. At the time, being in and out of foster homes like he was, it had been difficult to narrow down his symptoms. Until Dan and Lori snagged him, the pale, scrawny, constantly exhausted thing that he was, and gave him a solid foster home to grow up in. Within the first year they’d discovered he had vampire heritage, which explained the majority of his weird symptoms. It wasn’t enough that he had to have transfusions, but it still meant he was anemic and allergic to too much direct sunlight. After that, with the support of his new foster family, Locke improved enough that he was able to finish school, and even got a degree.

Now, with a healthy lifestyle, he could live pretty normally, even if he still needed to be monitored monthly. Newlight, on top of being paranormally inclusive, also happened to be an hour away from the office that handled his case, which was still better than the two and a half hours he’d been traveling while still living near Dan and Lori. They might not have adopted him, but they still considered themselves his parents, and made quite the fuss when he moved so far away from them.

“Well, I really am doing great. You can tell them that I'm happy and healthy and even the ghost doesn’t bother me too much,” he said.

Benji snorted. “Lori would flip her lid if she knew you had a ghost.”

Locke grinned and didn’t think Lori would honestly be too surprised.

Other than the caprese salad, the choice of restaurant had been deliberate. It sat across from a stretch of woods with a marked path, and that path just so happened to let out a few yards from Locke’s house. The dark fae of Newlight loved to fill it with all sorts of mischief, some of which was quite pretty depending on the mood. With it being tourist season, and the endless woodland trails a huge attraction, Newlight had strict ordinances for what was and wasn’t allowed on the public paths. Benji was hesitant to take the woods home, but Locke assured him it was quite safe so long as they stayed on the path.

True to form, the woods were full of eerie giggles and mysterious lights, shrubs shaking and twigs snapping in the shadows along the lit path. The usual lamps that ran along the ground had been replaced with overhead string lights, zigzagging back and forth like a trail of will-o-the-wisps. Since the sun had finally set, Locke was able to shuck his hoodie and take off his sunglasses. Extreme temperatures had never really bothered him, but the summers could be pretty oppressive. It was nice to feel cool night air on his skin.

Half way home, a fairy appeared, a curvy woman in a diaphanous lavender dress and long, curling black hair. She hovered her way across the path, watching them with a wicked grin and shining black eyes.

“Evening, Iris,” Locke said casually. Benji made some choking noises behind him and Locke suppressed a grin, imagining his brother was blushing so hard he was almost purple.

“Hello, Locke. Who’s your friend?” she asked, moving a little closer.

“This is my brother, Ben.”

Her grin got even more mischievous. “Nice to meet you, Ben,” and she was off again, disappearing into the trees on the opposite side of the path. A symphony of chittering laughs hit them and Locke snorted.

“Wow,” Benji huffed as they kept moving, eyes nearly glued to the spot.

“She works in Mrs. Gloushire’s sometimes,” Locke said with a shrug.

“Oh yeah?” Benji mumbled absently, still searching through the darkness. Locke wanted to tease him, but it was his turn to blush when another fairy appeared.

“Hello, Galena,” he nearly deadpanned, glad it was so dark.

Galena was tall and willowy, built lean like a swimmer and burnished like bronze. He was dressed in what Locke could only call a poison green loincloth with a braided rope of poison ivy draped across him like a sash and pinning back half of his long, curling brown hair.

“Hello, Locke.” He did a little spin, purple wings beating wildly. “What do you think of my Absinthe costume?”

Locke blinked. “Isn’t that the same costume from last year?”

Galena scoffed. “You’re no fun!” he snarked, but blew Locke a kiss anyway and darted off again. Locke sighed and picked up the pace.

“Are the woods always like this here?” Benji nearly whispered to a chorus of laughter.

Locke shrugged. “No, they’re just excited for the Fest. It’s pretty quiet outside of tourist season.” Benji just hummed softly and got a little closer when something shrieked nearby.

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bubbletimestories · 5 years ago

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Yes, my Lady (Sebastian Michaelis/Reader)

Summary: You are a cousin of Ciel who has nothing to do with etiquette or conventions. After an evening of playing with the servants, you go to bed but fall asleep halfway. A butler devil will accompany you and take care of you... with zeal.

Warnings: sensuality, sexual tension, strip-tease

Themes: erotism, sleep, virginity, undressing, touch

A/N. I wrote this in one go and I absolutely did not read it again ^^

Translated with Google traduction, sorry ^^’

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23431300

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Bursts of laughter pierce the silence of a mansion on which night has fallen and the butler of these places comes to order his subordinates to make less noise. The count's sleep is a precious thing and even if the house is huge, Sebastian does not want to risk his master waking up, under penalty of suffering his bad mood when he has so much work to do. Silently, the hell of a butler approaches the servants' quarters where the cheerful voices of his colleagues come from, as well as a laugh whose origins he recognizes without understanding its presence.

- Lady Y/N?

When you hear your name, you startle and blush immediately because you cannot mistake who is behind your back. Bard drops a curse and puts down his cards, waiting to see what's going to happen, as do the maid and the gardener who watch their supervisor with concern. With his ruby eyes that make so much of an impact on you, Sebastian details your strange man's outfit, the clothes he recognizes as those of your cousin, the count. The simplest possible, they highlight your silhouette more than they hide it and he frowns when he discovers one of his shirts because those of his master would be too small to erase the curves of your female body.

Aware that all of this may seem preposterous, you are tempted to apologize and blush while running away but this idea does not last. You prefer to smile by raising an unobtrusive eyebrow in the direction of the butler, waving your cards with your fingertips.

- I was bored, alone in my room, so I wanted to keep Finnian and the others company. Are you joining us for a game?

Sebastian stares at you, radiant in your impertinence as a lady to whom nothing is refused, and makes a modest sign to refuse the invitation. The softness of his voice should not make you forget the strange sparkle of his almost pink eyes when he looks at you.

- It’s very kind of you, but I’m afraid I’m still too busy. Feel free to call me if you need anything.

You cannot say if you are disappointed or relieved by this answer but you let him take leave before returning to the game in progress and to the servants who, if they were very surprised when they saw you arrive, got used to your presence and to your familiar attitude. As the butler's steps wander off into the hallway, May Linn slides you in with a playful tone.

- You see, miss, he didn't even notice that I had taken a shirt from him.

You are far from being so sure but you say nothing, preferring to resume the game as if nothing had happened even if the disturbance caused by the arrival of the man in black has not yet subsided. You lose the first round but win the next, the hours passing at a crazy speed, much faster than during the many balls that you are required to attend and which are deadly boring. Midnight has long since struck when you put your cards down on the table, stifling a yawn, struggling to keep your eyes open.

- Thank you very much for this beautiful evening, I think it's time for me to go to bed. Well done for your three of a kind, Baldroy, I didn't see anything coming.

The servants greet you cheerfully, exhausted themselves, and you go out into the corridor to return to your room, candle in hand. In this huge mansion, you have the impression that ghosts could emerge from the walls and it would not be surprising after the tragic events of a few years ago. But the specters do not scare you, you are much too tired to let your imagination wander. However, you quickly realize that you no longer know where to go to find the stairs, you had to turn in the wrong place. Your eyelids close on their own and you lean against a wall for a while, taking a break. The freshness of the partition does not help you get out of your torpor, on the contrary, and you fall asleep half standing, in an anything but graceful position. It’s only a few minutes, just long enough to rest your eyes. You’re already imagining yourself walking the rest of the way, the passing corridors, the marble staircase, your bedroom door and your bed calling you. Sleep weakens your legs and you slide down the wall, threatening to drop your candle on the polished parquet.

Two arms support you before you touch the ground, retrieving the candle while lifting you with ease in a fluid movement. Surprised, you open your eyes with a grimace of protest, open your mouth to ask that you be put down but a soft voice anticipates your thoughts as you are lifted from the ground.

- Hush ... don't move, to carry you is the least I can do. I am unforgivable for letting you stay awake for so long.

Sebastian hemmed his lips in a smile as he walked the mansion without making more noise than a spirit, the candle casting shadows on his face, bringing out his bright eyes like those of a wolf. You would like to contemplate him at your ease, convinced that an eternity staring at him would not allow you to feast on his strange appearance, like a vampire in a gothic novel. However, when he whispers to you to rest at ease, your eyes close on their own and you plunge into a warm drowsiness, coiled in the arms of the butler.

In an effort to stay awake, you open your eyes and discover that you are in your room, the young man placing you on the bed that welcomes your body like a fluffy cloud. Now you're going to be able to sleep for a day or two, at least that's what you think and you notice with astonishment that the butler does not leave the room. Instead, he sheds the candle to better lean on you, his gloved hands brushing against your ankles as he begins to take off your shoes. Before your questioning look (despite the sleep that blurs your thoughts), he quietly explains:

- You can't sleep in this outfit. Relax, I'll take care of everything.

A groan pits your throat and you refuse to close your eyes, sensing without really understanding how special this moment is. With a calculated casualness, Sebastian carefully arranges the shoes before pulling your stockings, slowly, gently sliding them over your naked skin like a snake's molt. Your breath quickens to be thus stripped, especially by him who haunts your shameful dreams for some time. He seems to think of nothing but his work and goes up to your belly, a ray of moon hanging the white of his gloves along your leg. With a movement of the index finger, he blows up the button on your pants and your heart misses a beat when you see the malicious glow in the bloody pupils. For nothing in the world you would not want him to stop and while he spreads the sides of the garment to better remove it, you feel your pelvis contracting forward as if to call for a caress, not to break the contact with those long, careful hands.

- Let me do it…, he laughs softly while watching your fine flesh reveal itself as he takes off the pants, Lady Y/N, the male clothes suit you to delight.

As soft as a rag doll, you can only look at him and observe the spark of pleasure in his look to see you so offered, unable to calm your breathing or the beating of your heart. The jasket you're wearing doesn't last long, but when the butler prepares to undo the thin buttons on your shirt - or rather, "his" shirt - he interrupts his gesture with an embarrassed air.

- Please excuse me, I fear that these gloves will bother me to do my job properly. Allow me...

He steps back slightly and wedges the white fabric between his teeth, removing with a sensual slowness the only barrier between him and your half-naked body. One by one, the gloves fall to the floor and you think with a shiver of what these long, nimble fingers could do. Sebastian resumes his torture, undoing the buttons to free your chest better, touching the tips which harden as he takes off the immaculate shirt. From the disorder of your body, he loses nothing, neither the tension of your muscles, however languid, nor the movement of your lips half-opened by the emotion.

Leaving you halfway between the torpor and an excitement of which you do not yet understand all the power, the butler stands up to get a nightgown but you moan your dissatisfaction, shaking your head to signify that you do not want to clothing, you don't want anything on your body except his own. This thought shocks you so much it is daring and the pink goes up to your cheeks, however, you do not look away.

- Sebastian…

Your voice is nothing like a little girl's petition, not knowing what she is asking for, there is the imperious tone of the Phantomhive and the man in black cannot help but smile. He drops the night linen and returns to the bed, his eyes shining like two amethysts as he looks at you. You have nothing of a frightened virgin without flavor nor of a false virtue who only seeks to satisfy her voracity. The hell of a butler had already had the opportunity to observe you from afar, to notice the confusion when he met your gaze (and how could it have been otherwise?), this way of acting as if the outside world was of no importance. His bare hand lands on his heart as he tilts slightly, waiting for a word from you.

- Order and I will obey

His whisper fills the entire space of the room like a shadow that slides over your skin, creeping into each pore to fill you entirely. Your heart stops and you feel feverish, without any shame at the idea of being naked in front of the servant because he is much more than that, you would have to be blind to see in him only a docile and harmless young man. The beast has never been so present and you want it.

- Sebastian... warm me up.

Two hands with black nails come to grip your wrists while a breath comes to extinguish the flickering flame of the candle. Before the room sinks into darkness, you have time to notice the smile of the butler running his tongue over his sharp teeth, wedging your body between his thighs.

- Yes... my Lady

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #Sebastian Michaelis x reader #fic

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writinginthedarkwood · 5 years ago

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Demon Dabi x Reader

A stranger in the woods has a peculiar offer for an unsuspecting fem reader.

Halloween special won the vote! I’m writing kinky things for kinktober! Send me a request!

Warning: This is quite a bit more dark than some of my other works. It’s not super graphic or anything but you’ve been warned.

“We really should not be here.” You swallowed what felt like a rock. Everyone thought it was funny that you were so frightened to be out here. I mean, it’s October. Walking around in a cemetery, at midnight with a bunch of cheap flashlights? This feels like a horror movie. You held your flashlight with shaky hands, your trio of friends giggled as they started to leave you behind. “Hey wait for me!” You called and your blonde friend Lilly turned around and jumped at you. ��OoOooooO!!” She jumped around you, acting like a ghost. “I’m an ooold spirit that haunts these woods!!” You stopped and crossed your arms and rolled your eyes. “Quit teasing me. I’m not scared of ghosts!” You walked past your friend and she jogged a bit to catch up. “Yes you are you big baby! You know what they say about this forest...” Lilly’s sister Iris turned around to poke you. “They don’t say anything about this forest. I’m not afraid of ghosts, I’m scared of real threats like getting lost in the pitch black woods!” You shouted, not really getting too irritated. Your friends love you but think you could loosen up, you frequently close your eyes at scary movies and don’t go on a lot of dates. The three of them always try to push you past your boundaries, and you’re grateful they care enough about you to drag you out for some fun. Your third friend Ami playfully slapped Iris. “Quit teasing her so hard. I think I see the smoke from J’s party!” She pointed and took off running.

Lilly giggled and ran after her, leaving you and Iris. “Not to be too freaky, but I did get a cryptic warning from J when he invited us.” Her voice lowered and you rolled you eyes again. “Whatever Iris.” You brushed her off and she grabbed your arm. “I guess a dude went missing around here a couple months ago, and someone else a few months before that. He told me to take my taser just in case.” She handed it to me. “I plan on getting trashed so I need you to hold it.” She said with a wink. She started to jog towards the smoke too. “Since you’re so brave now!” She called over her shoulder playfully. Of course she’s planning to get wasted, you’ll be the sober babysitter once again! “I’m plenty brave...” You muttered to yourself, grabbed hold of the taser tightly. “Ghosts aren’t even real...” You started to trudge after them. “Not a believer are ya?” A low raspy voice called from behind. You tripped forward and twisted around with a gasp. You looked up at a fearsome man. He had piercing turquoise eyes that shone in the dark. You dropped your flashlight and a warm hand clamped over your mouth. He held up a finger to his mouth and shushed you, promptly disappearing into a cloud of thick smoke. You gasped after his hand left your mouth and stood their shaking. “Come on Y/N! Hurry up!” You heard your friends call into the dark for you. You bent down to pick up your flashlight, it had turned itself off after you dropped it. You pressed the rubber button on the side and it lazily flickered on, just to sputter right off. You slapped the bottom of it a few times, begging it to turn back on. “Dammit... please!” You shook the flashlight a few more time’s and nothing happened. You tossed the stupid thing to the floor and tried to call out to your friends. Your voice just came out in a small squeak, barely even making an audible sound. You took a step forward, clutching the taser firmly in your sweaty palms. What the hell just happened? You cursed at yourself for being so stupid. What if that was a serial killer or something! Your feet crunched crisp decaying leaves, the only sound you hear beside your shallow breathing.

“Are you coming Y/N?” Something sounded off about Lilly’s voice. Her usually chipper tone was hollow, and echoed loudly through all of the tree leaves. You stopped walking and narrowed your eyes. Where did the moonlight go? It’s so much darker now. The smell of burning pine wood flooded your nose and you coughed. A thick smoke was hanging above your head.

“You know, you’re kind of cute.” That low voice called out and you spun around, nothing was behind you. A dark laugh echoed through your ears and the tree’s blew harshly in the wind. Your body finally allowed you to pick up and run. You sprinted through the forest, trying to dodge low branches and thick foliage. The smoke started to effect your lungs, you coughed into your elbow, looking away from your feet on the path for just a moment. You ran directly into someone tall and they caught you. “Hey now, where do you think you’re going?” Two hands grasped your shoulders and held you firmly in place. “I thought we were just getting started.” He smirked and clicked his tongue. You couldn’t see his features in the dark, all you can see is the slightest glimmer of silver metal in various places on his face. You clicked on the taser and jammed it into his stomach, hoping to send an insane amount of voltage coursing through his body. A spark flashed out of the end of the small but powerful device, a loud zapping sound bursting through the air and hitting your ears.

The man shivered like something cold touched his neck, but was otherwise unaffected by the electrocution. “Hey now, no need to be so aggressive.” He purred, white teeth shone out from behind a devilish smirk. “Aren’t we just having a little bit of fun?” Your eyes were glued to the useless taser, your fingers still tightly coiled around it. “Please, call me Dabi.” He said, aloof.

Blue flames erupted around you, the damp foliage hissing with smoke. The fire revealed your situation, you thought he might have been wearing a long sleeve shirt, but really his arms were covered in a deep tissue scar. His face had multiple staples connecting burnt tissue to healthier looking pale skin. His eye’s were a startling turquoise, the fire illuminating the madness that glazed over his pupils.

The fire licked at the sides of your jacket, the rush of the heat forcing you closer to him. You stumbled into his chest. He laughed darkly and grabbed your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him. His warm fingers pinched you harshly, you attempted to push him away and then quickly realized you’d shove yourself right into the burning forest. “Feeling feisty are we?” He had no smile on his face now, his look holding a menacing curiosity. “So tell me, little red riding hood...” He ran a finger down the side of your face. “What brings you out here to the big bad wolfs forest?” The fires around you disappeared, the forest that was quickly going up in flames returned to normal. The smoke dissipated, the moonlight peaking through the tops of the tree’s as he let go of his firm hold on you. “What... what are you?” The words fell out of your shocked mouth, your fear being overcome by something more confusing.

His looming height, his deep voice. The way the blue light had danced around you two like sinister ballerinas. You should be screaming and terrified, clawing your way away from him.

Yet you felt something else.

You felt like you were in a dream.

“Answering my question with another question?” He took a step towards you.

You took one back, not taking your eyes off of his face.

His somehow, lovely face...

“That isn’t very polite, doll face.” He tilted his his jaw up when he spoke to you, his eyebrow half cocked. “Do I need to teach you some manners?” He took another step towards you and you stammered back, shaking your head no with wide eyes. He smiled, drinking up your fear. “Alright then, let’s try this again.” He asked crossing one arm over his chest, holding the other hand out, letting a blue flame hover over his palm. “What has got such a nice looking young lady walking around out here by herself?”

“I’m... I’m with my friends...” You took a shallow breath and tried to sound more confident. “There’s supposed to be a party here tonight.” You said a little more sturdy. Maybe if he knows people are looking for you, he’ll leave you alone.

“I didn’t peg you for a party girl.” He let out a raspy laugh. “That sounds kinda fun, maybe I’ll drop by for some fun.” He licked his front teeth, each tooth in his mouth was pointed like a sharks. You gasped and fell backwards, your shoulders hit the base of a strong tree, sending a sharp pain up your spine. “Thanks for the invitation sweet heart.” He drew out his last words with a deep bellied laugh, the flames in his palm spreading to his entire body.

In just a moment, he was gone.

“Hey there you are!” Iris walked around the paths turn as she yelled at you. “I thought we really got separated for a minute there.” She stopped in her tracks as she saw you plastered against the tree, your fingers digging into the bark shooting sharp pain under your nails. Your face is void of color, and your chest is heaving. “Oh my god! You look like you just saw a ghost.” She rushed over to you and grabbed your hand, pulling you down the path. “I know you can be a bit of a chicken, but we barely ran ahead! You should of just followed us.” She sounded more irritated than worried about your well being. “Iris there was someone out here.” You forced the words out of your wind pipe, looking over your shoulder.

The night air felt heavy, like has was standing right in front of you, using all of the fresh air for himself.

“Yeah duh, there’s like, thirty people out here.” She scoffed pulling you towards the sound of speakers thumping. You could hear the bass boosting, people were laughing and singing. You yanked on her hand, trying to pull her back so she would listen. “I’m not talking about the party there was a man and he-” She whipped her head and scowled at you. “Can you chill? You’re acting nuts.“

Her words stung, but it’s not like this was the first time your friends had brushed you off.

You bit your tongue. “It’s not really the time to be pulling a prank.” She softened her harsh tone a bit. “I have someone I want you to meet.” She said, her mood completely shifting. Her voice was sing song-y, she waggled her eyebrows at me. “He’s super smart. I think you’ll like him.”

The party was in full swing, a small bon fire was burning in the center of the clearing. A few cut logs circled around the fire, along with a few canvas camp chairs. They were all abandoned, everyone either dancing or standing around talking into their drinks. Lily waved frantically at me, she was hanging off of J’s arm, her face pink from the alcohol already. Iris followed you over to them and Lily touched your face a little harder than she meant too and giggled. “H-ey!” She pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear. “You have got to meet J’s brother. His name is Kai!” You followed her to a boy standing alone by the drink table. He had floppy blonde hair that curled onto his forehead. He wore thick rimmed glasses and had honey brown colored eyes hiding behind them. He gave you a sweet smile. “Oh hi, you must be Y/N.” He had light freckles sprinkled across his cheeks. “Wanna sit and talk?” He pointed to the fire and you joined him. You two talked for a little while, he told you about his classes and a few other mundane get to know you things.

“Yeah it’s a pretty tough major, I have to study-” He stopped talking for a second.

“Are you alright?” You asked him, his face turning kind of green. “Yeah I just suddenly feel terrible.” He wiped some sweat off of his head. “And hot.” He stood up and stumbled towards the forest line. You started to stand up to go after him, when he whipped around with a smile. “I’m okay sweet heart. How’s your drink?” He asked, his voice suddenly lower. Your heart sunk in your stomach as he sauntered over to you, taking a place back on the log. He threw an arm around your neck and pressed your head against his shoulder. “This party is kind of lame...” He whispered so that only you could hear him. Not that anyone was paying much attention to you two. “Wanna get out of here babe?” He purred into your ear. You sat up and shoved him off of you. His glasses shifted off his nose from your push. His brown eyes swirled into another color, now a bright blue. You gasped and he held up a finger. “Wouldn’t wanna ruin the party now would you?” He said with a wink. “You need to get out of here!” You said through clamped lips, trying not to make a scene. “No way beautiful! I’m enjoying myself. Let me have a sip of that.” He snatched your drink and took a gulp. He spit it out immediately. “Is that water? What’s wrong with you!?” He dropped your plastic cup on the ground. “Let’s get you a real drink.” He reached out to take your hand and you threw your hands in the air. “What? No! Where’s Kai?” You wanted to pull your hair out. It was like talking to a brick wall. “Is he really your type? He seems like a fuckin’ dork.” He gave you a soft flick in the forehead. You slapped his hand and took a deep breath. “What do you want?”

A wide grin spread across Kai’s face, a look you didn’t think the boy’s body had ever made before. “That’s a good question.” His gaze trailed from your eyes down your body. You covered your chest by crossing your arms, feeling self conscious suddenly. “I was feeling a bit bored, so I was going to torch these drunk kids.” He looked over at your group of friends, Lily was spilling her drink, Iris and Ami were grinding on each other to impress the two boys standing nearby. “A big fire, a bunch of drunk idiots. It’d be written off as a terrible tragedy.” He clicked his tongue. “You know what? That does still sound kinda fun.”

You punched him in the arm. “Will you stop it!” You said a little too loud. A boy from your campus gave you a weird look from a few feet away, but didn’t interfere. “Did you just punch a demon?” He asked with a straight face. You brushed off his words, the anger boiling over. “You know I think I have you figured out.” You narrowed your eyes and jammed a finger on his chest. “You just like causing drama, don’t you!” You sighed, exasperated. “You’re just like my damn friends. Doing and saying whatever you want without regard for anyone’s feelings.” A few tears stung behind your eyes. “So can you politely fuck off?”

The man hiding behind Kai’s face was intrigued. “You know what...” His voice was raspy. “I like you Y/N.” You blinked and his scarred face appeared in place of Kai’s, his floppy hair hiding part of his forehead. He leaned in and cupped your face, planting a hungry kiss on your lips. Your eyes fluttered close, his lips were surprisingly soft as they smashed into yours. He pulled back and bit your bottom lip hard, drawing a bit of blood. You winced and tried to pull away. He pressed his mouth back onto yours for a moment longer, gripping your face to hold you just where he wanted you.

He pressed his mouth against your ear and whispered to you. “You don’t belong here.”

Your heart hammered in your chest. Why would he say that? You belong here, you thought. J and his friends didn’t invite you specifically but you knew that the girls always take you anyway.

Yeah that’s why they dumped you on the only other loser at the party...

A little voice in the back of your head said.

No I mean, Kai is nice. They probably thought you two would make a nice couple.

“Why would you say that?” You looked at his face, it was back to Kai’s. His eye color the only thing giving him away.

“Aw come on, look around you!” he motioned to the party goers.

Beautiful people, popular people. You could never be one of them... that familiar ping of rejection sat in your stomach.

“I- I know...” You started to say and he interrupted. “You’re so much better than them!” He said loudly. The party seemed so far away, the thumping music warping and sounding like distant violins. Smoke gathered low on the ground. Your dancing friends were moving in slow motion as shadows, you couldn’t tell them apart.

The man stood up, his body looking like his own now. You looked around for Kai, you saw nothing but warped silhouettes.

“You have a unique soul...” His voice echoed around you. “You don’t deserve to be stepped on, treated like you’re anything less than a goddess!” He was shouting, horns grew out of his head. They were spiraled and black, jutting out of his dark hair. “I’m not a goddess...” You looked down at your body, at your hands. You feel so plain, your friends tell you that about your style all the time. One of the shadows appeared in front of you. A shrill voice called out from its gaping mouth. “You can’t wear that out with us! You look dumpy!” It was a quote from Lily. Another shadow loomed over you. “Could you stop panicking? It’s killing the vibe!” It screeched something Iris said to you often. You dropped to your knee’s and covered your ears. “Are you really eating that? I just know that I could never.” Ami’s shadow said behind you, quietly. Her words always coming as a surprise attack, she would stick up for you but only to a point.

The demon took a step between you and the harsh memories. His arms glowing with his blue flames. He had large black wings that blew them away with one quick gust. “You’re not a goddess yet...” He tipped your chin gently, making your teary eyes look up at him. “But if you come with me, I’ll show you real power.” He said aloof, his face not showing too much emotion anymore. He had a cool, stoic glance as he studied your features. “Where would we go?”

He smiled. “Anywhere, everywhere.” He knelt down, crouching in front of you. He leaned in close to you, still holding your face. “I’ll take you to my kingdom, where you’ll sit on my lap on my throne.” His hand left your chin and slowly crept just below it, holding onto your throat with his thumb and pointer finger. “You’ll be my sexy little pet, hopelessly spoiled and relentlessly fucked, for eternity.”

He squeezed your throat gently, just barely applying pressure. The warmth of desire crawled through you slowly, heat building in your core. “Give yourself to me...” He growled in your ear. A small whine left your lips, riling the demon lord up further. He pressed himself on you, you lost your balance and fell onto your back.

The bonfire burned blue, it’s embers floated lazily above you two in the air. The shadows seemed even further away as the landscape around you changed. The tree’s grew even taller, the gnarled branches reaching impossibly high. The lush grass of the clearing was gone, your back rested on a warm stone.

He parted your legs and pressed his hips hard on you, you whimpered, his cock pressing against your inexperienced body. “Dabi...” He reveled in your sweet cries for him. “Yes, little red?” He felt a rush of primal energy. His voice was layered, an echoing deep sound that vibrated in your head. “I want to go with you...” A clawed finger touched your neck, you felt a searing pain as he burnt an ‘x’ on your unblemished skin. You screamed, but you didn’t push him away. The burn was a tattoo, a small black dragon that spit blue flames. It’s flames coiled around your neck, a thin line around you like a collar.

You heard distant screaming, was that Lily crying? He was removing your clothes, your breath heavy and hands shaking with excitement. You opened your eyes and looked to the side, you could see part of your old world through a blue wall of fire.

The party was up in flames.

Dabi bit down on the side of your breast, snapping your attention back to him. “Eye’s on me pet.” He looked you in the eye as he plunged himself inside of you. You cried out, he pulled himself out of your throbbing sex and tasted your virgin blood on his tongue. “What an obedient little minx.” He pulled your hips to him, dragging your bare body across the stone. He towered over you, enjoying how small and powerless you looked underneath him.

His hips were wild, he thrust into your dripping walls with incredible force. His size stretching your muscles to better fit him. You could do nothing but scream his name, begging him for another orgasm. He deliciously obliged, giving your body the shaking release it craved. He slowed just slightly, you felt his staff pulse inside of you seemingly out of nowhere, a slight twinge in his face giving away the only clue that he was finished with you for now. His hot seed spilled into you, he stopped his erratic movements and leaned down to your lips as he pulled out. Your body is covered in bite marks and bruises, his kiss coming as a soft surprise. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he smiled into your mouth. “I could get used to this...” You choked out through a lust filled throat.

Your mind never trailed away from him even for a moment, your old life behind you in a flash. You felt your head while laying beneath him, you’d grown two little curved horns.

#dabi x reader #bnha reader #bnha dabi #kinktober bnha #kinktober dabi #dabi lemon #bnha au #monster bnha #lemon bnha #kinktober #bnha halloween special

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kpopisamood · 5 years ago

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Queen’s Clan { 17 }

Summary: y/n is plagued by nightmares. She realizes that the more she runs away, the less frequently they haunt her. However, in running away, she’s also running straight into her ultimate demise. Will she be saved in time by those who would lay down their lives for her, even if they don’t know of each other’s existence?

Monsta X/Reader, Human/Vampire(s), Reverse Harem

Warnings: mentions of period sex (READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!)

Word count: 2.49k

Tag list: @noonaduck @lovinggalaxies @elenaramos1 @girlwith-thecinder-blockgarden @snowythellama @stargazersara @luvthatleader-nim @jooheonbee @vincent-stargogh @perrshian @kurochan3 @imbxckytrash @joonsgotthejuice @mymymywonderland @2ka-tja2 @qween-of-trash

***

You felt like literal death. Mother Nature had decided to come early and grant you the gift of...well, lack of the gift of a child. In your mind, you were laughing at your former self. You’d been kind of snippy and a bit emotional that last couple of days and waking up this morning in a pool of your own goo confirmed you weren’t some whiny bitch. You cringed when you remembered the moment you teared up when Jooheon had offered his last taco at dinner when he saw you eyeing it. Or when you’d thrown a remote at Shownu just for simply walking in front of the television to get to the kitchen. Looking back, you’d realized you owed the boys some sort of form of an apology and you were mentally preparing yourself for what might happen.

If you survived this week from impossible cravings and gut-clenching cramps first.

You hadn’t left your room since you started this cycle, save for sanitary changes and stocking up on food, and the boys were getting a bit restless.

Who knew vampires and periods didn’t mesh well?

Just knowing you were ovulating was enough to make them extra possessive and touchy with you but you could only imagine the hold you’d have now. You couldn’t help but have a slight, morbid curiosity about what they thought of this certain situation.

***

“If she doesn’t come out, I’m breaking that door down.” Wonho muttered, laying on his folded arms while sitting at the table, restlessly clicking his fingers against the wooden fixture.

“If you break down that door, she’ll throw a remote at you next.” Shownu shot back, a ghost of a smile on his lips as he remembered you nearly decking him. You were very independent, and you certainly stood up for yourself. But to see you ready to kill him over something so trivial was a bit...cute, albeit slightly arousing.

“Oh, dammit! She took all the Hot Cheetos again!” Changkyun complained, grabbing another small snack to munch on as he joined the others.

They’d been discussing you and how to help you with your...predicament. They all knew you were in some sort of pain and they were all desperate to comfort you in any way, shape, or form. Anything to not have you shut them out like you were. Anything to get the chance to be around you.

“What if we take her for a walk?” Minhyuk opted, looking around the group.

“You wanna try getting her out of her room?” Jooheon asked, folding his arms and leaning against a wall.

“Well, shit. How are we supposed to help her?” Wonho pouted again, tapping his fingers in a pattern.

“I heard orgasms help with cramps.” Changkyun stated.

Everyone stopped and stared at the younger man. They kept looking from him to the direction you were in while curiously thinking over this option.

“This isn’t a ploy to get into her pants again, is it?” Jooheon warned, eyes already turning a deep black at the possibilities this could bring up.

“Well, obviously, yes. But I’ve heard it really does help.” Changkyun replied.

Interesting, they all thought.

***

The skin-slapping and the shameful, yet arousing squelching noises filled your room. The air was thick and humid from how long you’ve been taking their ministrations and you groaned in frustration when he edged you again, not quite letting you take that leap of faith, but not leaving you completely helpless.

“Fuck you, Wonho.” You sighed, trying to pull away, only to be further held down by Shownu. Wonho has you pinned under him, arms curled around your thighs, not letting you leave his sinful mouth while Shownu held onto your arms and delivered slight smacks to your breasts to keep you on edge. Every time you thought he was finally going to let you come, he’d pull away and smirk at you and each time you were about to let him have an earful, he’d go back to his merciless attack against your clit, nipping and suckling at the tender button effectively silencing any and all complaints. Shownu’s chest was at your back, and he held you in place to take whatever Wonho gave you. Your legs were parted over his much stronger ones and each time you tried to close them, he’d pull them even further apart and try to get you to relax while Wonho drank from you like a starved man.

“That can be arranged, Y/N.” Jooheon’s voice sounded to your right. The others were also in the room, watching eagerly as the two gave you this delicious torture. You don’t know how exactly this came about, but frankly, you didn’t care.

A familiar knot appeared in your belly once again. This time, you were going to get what you wanted. Even if you had to trick them. Maybe you could pretend you still had a ways to go and then just come unexpectedly.

But Wonho saw right through your plan and pulled away with a pop and smirked up at you again.

“Son of a bitch!” You complained, throwing an arm over your face in exasperation.

“Y/N, look at him this time. Don’t turn away.” Minhyuk suggested, watching the sight lazily and smiling to himself.

You took his advice and looked down at Wonho, this time, seeing his chin and mouth covered in a sticky, red tint, licking slowly around the edges of his lips to get more of the red liquid into his system. The image alone should have disgusted you, but it fueled your arousal that much more.

Just as he dove back in to feast more on you, you felt Shownu’s teeth pierce your skin while he growled and held you closer, one of his hands coming up to hold your neck, slightly applying pressure to your throat and making your vision thin in and out. You could feel yourself shaking and the explosion finally came upon you while—

You woke with a start, clutching the sheets surrounding you. You slowly sat up and surveyed your surroundings, checking to make sure you were truly alone and not experiencing what happened in your dream. Or was it a nightmare?

You honestly couldn’t believe what you saw. You had let Wonho go down on you during your...cycle?! You were outright ashamed with the thought but somewhat curious. Sure, during this time, one could be susceptible to hormonal changes and maybe even be a bit horny. But to actually go through with an act like that? Letting someone see you and be in you so intimately during a time where you were so vulnerable was shocking. In society’s eyes, periods were a repugnant event that were overly taxed for capitalistic advancements. Period sex may be for those more open-minded couples that were comfortable with one another, but to you, it’s something you can’t exactly wrap your head around.

This was just a dream. It didn’t happen, and probably never will. So why did you ache?

A knock at your door brought you out of your stupor and you bunched the sheets up closer to your chest as you told the person to come in.

The man who was going down on you in your dream came in and took a seat on the edge of your bed and you wanted to die. Remembering the things he did. Seeing him enjoy it and gain pleasure from edging you and tasting your—

“Would you like assistance with your cycle, my Queen?” He asked, smiling at you as if he had asked you about the weather.

You wanted to bury yourself under the covers and never come out to see the light of day again. You could pull it off. Perhaps call the other Queens so you wouldn’t completely go crazy. Order food and have the delivery person come straight to your room and slide it under the door like a prisoner. Avoid the boys altogether until you wasted away.

“I-uh, what?” You mumbled against the sheets, slowly covering your flushed face.

“Y/N, we can all smell you from a mile away. Also, you’re not the quietest when you’re having a wet dream.” He chuckled, brushing a few stray hairs out of your face.

Jesus, take the wheel.

You swear you could have passed out right then and there from shock were it not for Wonho smiling at you comfortingly.

“Being what we are, we’re completely comfortable with menstruation and would like to help in any way you’d like us to. Be it massage, snack runs...intimacy.” He suggested.

“I can’t. It’s not exactly sanitary—“ he cut you off.

“We figured you wouldn’t be as comfortable as we are with this, but there are other ways to help you without you letting us see you so, how would humans say it, messy? Although, there’s absolutely nothing unsanitary about this.”

Jesus, crash the car.

“Keep in mind, we’d be honored to ease your pain and give you pleasure, but we will not force anything on you. We sensed your unease and wanted to help...aid you, if we could.”

You’ll admit, what he was suggesting could possibly help your pain. It wasn’t exactly bad pain, but it wasn’t good. You’ve had worse cramps before, it’s just absolutely incessant. When you think you’ve finally felt the last of the nausea and dull throbbing, another wave hits and picks up where it left off.

“If I say yes, what would we do?” You ask timidly, trying not to look him in the eye.

He smiled softly and laced his fingers through yours, tugging down the sheets softly. “Just simple petting, perhaps grinding. If you wanted more, we could give you more—“

“No, no! I mean, if we do this, it won’t be weird?” You asked.

“What’s so weird about something so natural? If you think it offends anyone here, excuse my informality, but you’re mistaken. If anything, it offends us that we can’t help you. It makes us feel like we’re not doing our job and that you don’t need or want us.” He finished off, staring at you intensely.

You really didn’t know what to say to that but you nodded along. “Clothes stay on.” You ordered.

Wonho smirked at you and leaned in, just a breath away from your lips. “My clothes or yours, my Queen?” He whispered huskily before nipping at your bottom lip, causing you to gasp out before throwing your arms around his neck and taking his lips once more.

He groaned against you and leaned in, pushing you up against your headboard. You moaned against him and he stealthily let his tongue slip past your lips, exploring your mouth. He slid his hand down your arm, clutching your hand. His other free hand explored more cautiously, lightly brushing at intimate areas but not resting completely against them so as to not make you uneasy.

You could faintly hear your door opening and shutting before hearing another set of footsteps join you and felt the bed dip on your left.

“My turn.” Jooheon whispered, softly pulling you away from Wonho’s kiss and straight into his. He was a bit more rough, dominating the kiss completely and making you melt under his skillful tongue. You felt Wonho scoot up closer, spreading your legs and kneeling in between them with his powerful thighs. When you tried to turn your attention to him to see what he was doing, Jooheon greedily pulled you back to his lips. You moaned against him when you felt Wonho gently glide his hands up and down your legs. You were wearing shorts and each sweep he made, had them bunch up before he brushed them neatly back into place.

“What do you want me to do, Y/N?” Wonho asked, stopping completely. Jooheon released your lips, hand still grasping your chin as he turned your head to focus on Wonho.

You hesitated as you tried regaining your breath and whispered, “Please help me come. But don’t go under my clothes.”

“Yes, my Queen.” Wonho smiles before swiftly flipping you onto your hands and knees. The swift action caused you to yelp out before you found your bearings and by then, it was too late.

Wonho leaned against your back, not putting his full weight as he rubbed and massaged your shoulders. He slowly made his way down to your behind, to the back of your thighs, before coming around to rub against your stomach and slowly, oh, so slowly, go down to cup your center.

Heat pooled where he finally touched and you grit your teeth, trying to not make a sound.

“My Queen, I’d love to hear the sounds you make from being pleasured.” Jooheon smiles innocently at you. “Be as loud as you please. We’ll take care of you.” You were about to tell him to stick that comment where the sun doesn’t shine when you felt Wonho push against your clothed pussy, making you gasp and almost fall face first to the bed. Jooheon caught you and cooed at your reaction, absolutely loving every sound you let escape your lips.

Wonho wasn’t satisfied, though. He needed more. He skillfully pushed one digit against your tender clit and swirled it around slowly, grinning when he heard you pant his name. You were completely left to his mercy and your toes curled at the thought of him being so in control of you.

“F-fuck!” You shouted as he pushed a bit harder, making you grind against his hand to get more.

“That’s it, Y/N. Just let it go. We’ve got you.” Jooheon whispered against your neck, lightly suckling at three skin and whispering words of encouragement. “May I have a taste, my Queen?” He asked.

Without hesitation, you consented. The moment he bit down, you saw stars. Wonho helped you come down slowly from your high. He wasn’t edging you like he did in your dream, and you were grateful. The light aftershocks and pulsing of your inner walls made you sigh in relief. The pain had subsided significantly and you were finally somewhat comfortable in your own skin again.

When you finally get yourself together, you heard another knock on your door. This time, Shownu and Minhyuk came in.

“You didn’t think they’d be the only ones pleasing you tonight, did you, my Queen?” Minhyuk teased before taking Wonho’s place.

This was about to be a long night.

#kpop #kpop fic #monsta x fic #monsta x x reader #monsta x x you #ot7 x reader #ot7 x you #kpop fanfic #monsta x #monsta x fanfic

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emeraldbabygirl · 5 years ago

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My Favorite Concepts

I decided I wanted to make a list of my favorite concept idols and groups have done:

Safety shorts: very important

Oversized sweaters: sweater paws are too die for

Chokers: everyone looks amazing in them

Idols and cute outfits in general like overalls uwu

Retro concepts: I’m an absolute hoe for retro concepts, Spica’s I’ll Be There, April’s Oh My Mistake, Ladies’ Code’s Feedback

Idols wearing flowers crowns

Idols wearing specks

Idols with beautiful tan skin: Hakyeon, Jessi, Hyorin, Seungyeon

Idols in pastel colors: they look so cute and soft uwu

Idols eating delicious food

Foot stomping and shoe squeaking dance practices

Idols having fun outside or at amusement parks as well as filming cute videos in different countries

Tattoos: tbh it’s my kink but damn some idols just pull it off so well

Sometimes idols have really cute piercings, like different places on their ears or belly button piercings like LE and Mint

Specific sections of their hair dyed: Lisa, Dahyun, Jinjin and that member of Itzy (forgive me I don’t know her name)

Idols and karaoke rooms: always iconic

Idols with braces: there’s nothing cuter than when Vernon, I.N, Sanha and Donghyun had braces uwu

Idols being thicc or muscular and not twigs: Hwasa, Wonho, Kyla, Eunha, Luna, St.Van

The girl crush/tomboy concept: Amber, Jeongyeon, Miya

Idols with stuffed animals: San & Shiber, Bobby & Pooh, Youngguk and Tigger

Low rapping voices or voices that you wouldn’t expect them to have: Youngguk, Wooseok, Wyatt, Zuho, Hwiyoung & Song Mingi uwu etc.

Tbh I love the rappers that sounds like Hyuna, Yeeun and Miso. At first I thought it was annoying but I really like it now

That one year that like every idol dressed as Harley Quinn from Suicide Squad

Idols “getting thicc on us” Hongki, K.Will, Kyla, half the members of Boyfriend, CNU etc.

Female idols not caring when female fans pull the mirror trick

Idols sticking up for themselves and each other

Female idols really doing the best despite how difficult it is being a female in the music industry: this is mostly because I honestly have so much respect for female idols, they have to deal with periods and creepy perverts, dancing and running in heels, they’re just really amazing

Male idols not being afraid to show their soft sides

Male idols showing love to male fans

Idols being adorable with fans

Idols of mixed races and/or other races, Hanbyul, Felix, Samuel, Somi, Monika, Wendy, Mark, Sorn, Nickhun, Momo, etc.

Really tall and really short idols: Rowon, Zelo, Soobin, the whole of Tiny-G, Jinhwan, Woozi etc.

Idols and onesies and idols with onesie dance practices

Idols genuinely having fun on stage

Idols in suits and really gorgeous dresses that are classy and elegant

Groups with unique introductions: D-Crunch, Alphabat, 24K

Groups celebrating 7th, 8th and further on anniversaries, like Apink: because seeing a group together after so long is really cool and I love that

Groups leaving a company together and resigning with another one or filing lawsuits and winning: B2ST/Highlight and B.A.P

Younger idols being children for as long as they can :(

Idols being safe and happy

The “every member is a visual” group: Imfact, VAV, Bigstar, N.Tic

Big groups, 9+ members: WJSN, Seventeen, UP10TION (Super Junior, Exo, and Alphabat used to be big)

Idols being bf/gf material af

Idols getting married to their gf/bf of 8 mothafuckin years: shoutout to U-Kwon and his beautiful relationship with his gf

Idols getting married before having children

Idols being cute with kids

Idols being cute with their parents and siblings

Idols and beach fun time episodes; everyone is so cute and they are having fun

Unique concepts that lots of underrated groups are amazing at like horror concepts: stan Dreamcatcher

Unique and fun choreos like Speed’s Don’t Tease Me, NCT Dream’s Chewing Gum, fromis_9’s Fun

Tiny female rappers spittin fire: Dasom from 2EYES, Seoyeon from fromis_9

Idols wearing comfortable clothes for dance practices

Idols that are actually bands: Royal Pirates, LedApple, Say Yes, OneWe, Tweety, Barbie D (Kiwi Band)

Older idol groups that are either still around making music or came back after a long hiatus to continue making music: Shinhwa, Sechkies, S.E.S

Newer idols covering older idols songs like H.O.T, BoA, DBSK etc.

Collab stages between groups, Fx and Shinee, Boys Generation, WJSN, Red Velvet, Twice, Gfriend. BUT NOT THAT COLLAB STAGE WITH GOT7, SEVENTEEN, GFRIEND AND TWICE, THAT WAS CRINGEY AS HELL AND I HAVE NIGHTMARES OF IT AT LEAST ONCE A MONTH

Idols in haunted houses, unless they cry like Tao :(

Performing on stage with hand mics and being able to do the choreo one-handed: I think the newer mics are cool but there’s something about the hand helds that I’m in love with especially when the rappers get the mics, it’s really hot tbh

Idols under JYP in hoodies: tbh all idols under JYP look so smol and cute in hoodies I uwu

I love aesthetically pleasing mvs that a lot of newer groups are doing but I absolutely love the dark, boxy, old 2008/2009/2010 aesthetic tbh; anything by MBLAQ especially Cry and Oh Yeah, Girls Generation’s Run Devil Run, Shinee’s Ring Ding Dong, NU’EST’s Face, B.E.G’s Abracadabra, that dark stuff. And it’s not even for a specific reason really, it just reminds me of the golden days of kpop and tbh I miss that. I love all these new groups but there’s something almost nostalgic to me about those older mvs and every kpop fan should watch those older mvs definitely. The older groups are really legends. I miss them, like Infinite and KARA uwu

Groups covering and/or dancing to literally any Sistar song, but ‘Touch My Body’ will forever remain THE iconic Sistar song: NewKidd, Boyfriend, fromis_9

Idols wearing suit jackets and slacks with just plain t-shirts. They look so nice but also casual and comfortable and I like that. EXID’s Night Rather than Day outfits I really like and then recently OneUs’s dance practice for Twilight, Keonhee wore it really well

Idols wearing suit jackets and a nice button up on top and just jeans and plain sneakers on the bottom: again it’s a casual look but also nice and comfy

Idols with bright hair colors; Yugyeom and GD with yellow hair, Miso and hot pink hair, Yeonkuk with a pretty neon and cyan color

I’m gonna brag rn; literally N.Tic’s Fiction mv is a whole concept within itself. Yeah it’s retro but it’s also the way it was filmed, the lights & effects, the choreo, their outfits and just the way the song flows is absolutely fantastic. It’s like, my favorite song of 2019. Facts sis. Tbh N.Tic themselves are a concept. I’ve made so many posts about them but they deserve it, they are improving with each comeback and all their songs are bops and I am so fucking glad I decided to check them out. I’m glad that, despite how I felt about Jion’s appearance at first, I saw past that, realized how amazing his voice is and decided to stan the group. They’ve done so much for me already and I’m so grateful to them and hope they continue to improve and gain more fans.

Idols and dogs

Idols and plushies uwu

Honestly idols at fansigns are so precious

Hyuna killin it on her way out of Cube we stan

Idol Radio: BLESS YOU ILLHOON

Male idols with long hair; rip Ren, Jungshin, CNU, Kangnam, Jeonghan and Hwiyoung’s long hair :(

Idols stepping on me

Relay dances; Saturday, Weki Meki, 9Muses and A.C.E take it to a whole new level

Reblog with some of your favorite concepts. It can be actual concepts like cute or vampire or something. I just did non music concepts

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wndamaximov · 6 years ago

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iron man[1]

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Summary: Joseph Rogers stole from The Iron Man, landing himself and his son in deep debt with the mobster. The only way to work off the debt is for Steve to start dealing for the crime lord. But what happens when he starts to fall in love with Tony Stark?

Words: 1, 513

Pairing: Tony Stark x Steve Rogers (stony)

Warnings: Mentions of (dealing) drugs, angst

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James Rhodes, Joseph Rogers, Pepper Potts(mentioned), Obediah Stane(mentioned), Sharon Carter(mentioned)

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Tony stood in the center of the corner cafe that never seemed out of the ordinary. It had started the morning mundane, a steady flow of customers streaming in for their morning coffee, not enough for the place to be considered popular, but just enough to pay the bills. Except it wasn’t enough to pay Stane’s debts.

The once pleasant ambiance was destroyed, several chairs knocked over, scuff marks all over the floor, booths on their bellies, and as the cherry on top of a bloodbath sundae, bodies strewn haphazardly throughout the room, their owners last pleads for mercy permanently plastered on their faces.

Once, such a scene would’ve made Tony feel something, anything, but now it meant absolutely nothing to him. Another day, another guy who couldn’t pay what he owed. The same routine over, and over. Tony used to feel sympathetic to his debtors’ plights, but now it all just seemed futile. If they missed one payment, they’d miss the next. No point in giving them a second chance.

“You want us to clean this dumpster, boss?”

“As usual, Colonel. You know the drill.”

“You ever think about getting a girlfriend, boss?” Tony grimaced. Rhodey had been pestering him to get a girlfriend ever since the love of his life had died. The memory of Pepper was still so fresh in his mind that he could still feel her sometimes. Her presence would hit him out of nowhere, and it made him wonder if life was truly over after death. Luckily for him, no one else from his tainted past had ever come back to haunt him.

“You know I haven’t, Rhodes,” he quipped, throwing up the facade of the most feared mobster in New York.

“I think it’d do you some good; I hate the thought of you prattling around that big, old mansion all by yourself. At least with a girlfriend, you won’t be lonely.” Rhodey clapped Tony on the back and walked past him to hoist one of the many fallen corpses onto his shoulders. Before walking away to do his job, he stopped in front of his boss. “It’s been a decade since Pepper died. You’re not doing her any favors by being unhappy, and you know it.”

Anyone else. Had anyone else dared to rack up the courage to ask him that, they would have been dead before the end of the sentence. But it was Rhodey, his best friend from childhood, the one person present for every up and down in his life. His right-hand man was his number one confidant- but only in his business. The one person that he could trust more than anything, and the one person he couldn’t trust at all- and he couldn’t care less. After all, they didn’t call him the “Iron Man” for nothing. He was cold, calculating, and ruthless. And he just couldn’t find it in himself to care.

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Tony leaned back into his chair and stretched. It had been a fairly slow day for Stark Industries and its countless side-businesses. It was like this most days; not as many people dared to mess with the guy who was rumored to bite the heads of those who crossed him off, and not in the figurative way. Tony’d always wondered who had come up with that interesting myth. Just another thing to ponder as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

The weather outside didn’t help his boredom either. All he noticed about it was the bleak gray fog settling down on the traffic like a blanket of dread. Not good enough for rain, but Tony was high up enough that little droplets had formed on his window, fragmenting the world below him into pieces not nearly interesting enough to put together. New York- the city that teemed with life. No corner was occupied by just a single person, except for his little bubble. No one bothered to venture far enough inside, and why would they? Tony’d built a fortress around his corner, making it impenetrable. His reputation made him a god, a cruel, capricious god who was only to be worshiped, not loved. Only one person had ever taken the time to get to know the man underneath the beast.

Suddenly, the intercom buzzed, the piercing sound shaking Tony out from inside his head.

“Yeah?”

“Boss, we’ve got someone who stole something from you. Would you like to see him, or should I tell the War Machine to deal with him?”

“Send him up. I want to hear his story.” Not like Tony had anything better to do anyway.

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The shaking man was deposited on his knees in front of the emotionless king. That’s what Tony realized he was. A king with his cowering subject awaiting judgement in front of him.

“Please sir,” he sobbed, “I only did it for my son.”

Tony laughed. Children. That was always their excuse. “What’s your name?”

“Joseph, Joseph Rogers, sir.”

“Tell me, what’d you take for your… son.”

“Just a packet of rush. I needed money, to buy my son a birthday gift,” the man said, his voice gradually raising in volume, “but I swear on my boy’s life, I had no idea the coke was yours! I thought it was a small time dealer’s, please sir, you have to believe me!”

Tony sat back down in his chair and undid the top button of his suit jacket. “Take him to my mansion and lock him up. Make sure he doesn’t see the light of day until he can find a way to pay me back. And get me the son too.” Maybe he’d order in some pizza when he went home. Yeah, pizza sounded good. Even a merciless king needed to eat.

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It was Steve’s 30th birthday, and so far, not off to a great start. He’d been looking forward to seeing his dad soon, but it turned out that he was late- by 4 hours. Steve would’ve been worried, but this was a common experience. His deadbeat drunk of a dad was probably getting wasted at some random bar in New York- as per usual.

As Steve was about to settle on the couch to channel surf with his beer and pizza in hand, he heard a rapid knocking at the door. It was probably Mrs. Carter downstairs asking him to stop being so loud. The crazy woman hated even the slightest sound that he made.

He yanked the door open and was surprised to see a bunch of men in black suits and sunglasses standing around. The one in front looked down at the gun tucked into his waistband warning him to comply. They looked like mobsters.

“Sir, we need you to come with us.” What had his dad gotten him into now?

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Tony ate his pizza into his mouth in a robotic way. Lift, put in mouth, chew. He couldn’t taste any of the flavors in his mouth. It was all bland in his mouth; like eating water. Eating wasn’t even the same anymore- he needed help.

His phone rang, and he knew that Rhodey had done what he had told him to. “You got the boy?”

“Man, sir. He’s somewhere around his late thirties.”

“Still living with his dad?” Tony wanted to get a feel for what this guy was like.

“Yeah. Dad’s an alcoholic- looks like he was there to take care of him.” Fathers. Nothing good ever came out of them.

“Hmm. A stealing alcoholic. What does the son look like?” Hopefully the son was a better person.

“Someone who’s trying to do his best in a bad situation.” Tony flash backed to his own childhood. It was a struggle shaking the past off of himself.

“I’ll see that for myself. How far are you?”

“15 minutes out.”

“Hurry. I want to see whether this son is worth all the trouble.”

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He didn’t look like much, just your stereotypical blonde, tall, and muscular guy. “You know why you’re here?”

A guy who looked down with a set jaw and back up with contempt in his eyes. “What’d my dad do this time?” Not contempt for him, but his father.

“He stole something from me. But let’s talk about you. What’s your name?”

“Steve.” As if an afterthought, he added, “Rogers.”

“Well, Steve, I’m willing to let your father go. He’s an old man, and I don’t think he’d last long here.”

“Thank you, sir. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.” Rogers started to get up.

“But.” Steve sat back down. “In exchange for his freedom, I’ll need your service.”

After a couple seconds of deliberation, he replied, “Fine. Just… let him go. What do you need?”

“One of my dealers got himself arrested.” Tony had that idiot shot by one of his men in the LAPD. “I need a replacement. You following?”

“Yes sir.”

“So we have a deal?” They both rose and met hands like equals.

“It seems that we do.” And just like that, the smallest bit of color seeped back into Tony’s life.

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celebrityvictim · 6 years ago

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LOCAL TEEN FINDS BODY OF LOVING MOTHER SLAIN IN QUAINT SUBURBAN HOME; VICTIM SUFFERED IMMENSE TRAUMA BEFORE INEVITABLE DEATH.

but what of the survivors? You’re sixteen when it happens; just a kid, just a teenager, just a girl—you come home late because your mother never showed up to pick you up from play rehearsal, and, like anyone would be, you’re irate as you storm up the driveway. The door slams behind you, and you don’t care. ‘ mom. ’ You shout, knowing full well she’s in the house, the car’s in the driveway, currently mulling over in your head how she could’ve possibly forgotten her only child. ‘ MOM. ’ You check the kitchen, you check the back porch, you saunter up the stairs with heavy footfalls. This is getting ridiculous. ‘ MOM. ’ You don’t bother knocking on the bedroom door, your hand gripping the knob. ‘ Thanks for letting me wait for you for an hour, you know, you could’ve told me you’d be—’

It hits you like a freight train; the world shifts under your feet and you’re knocked on your back, bones shattering, wind leaving you gasping desperately for air. You want to scream but you can’t; you want to cry but you can’t; you’re frozen on the spot, fingers curling tighter on the doorknob, grip white-knuckled as the piercing stench of liquid iron fills you, dizzies you, blinds you—and before you can faint, you’re floating to your room, fingers frantically pressing the buttons to dial for help ( save her! save her! you have to save her! ) begging for help, help, please help, she’s hurt, she’s bleeding, she’s lost so much blood, please help her. please help her.

please help me. i’m just a kid. i’m so scared.

The hard plastic of the receiver slips between your fingers as your eyes catch a figure out of your peripherals, shrouded in a coat, sinking into the shadows, crawling into the car across the way, the sound of the engine disappearing into the falling night as the swell of sirens grow and grow and grow.

It’ll haunt you for months. The horror is far from over. No, it’s only just beginning.

i’m just a kid. i’m so scared. please help me.

COTTON WEARY SENTENCED TO DEATH IN CONVICTION FOR MURDER OF MAUREEN PRESCOTT; SIDNEY PRESCOTT DENIES INTERVIEW WITH PRESS FOLLOWING SENTENCING OF DEATH PENALTY.

You’re barely seventeen and already a household name; tragedy struck and molded you into a nation’s victim. How horrific, the loss of innocence, your youth forever tainted by the bloodlust of the worst kind of man! Strangers passing by either turn their faces away or stare with utmost pity. what a shame, what you’ve gone through.

The people you know aren’t as forgiving. Amid a seemingly unending parade of support from your inner circle and the deputy sheriff are whispers tainting the pristine portrait of your perfect family. that woman was a whore and everyone knows it. The rumors of other men start popping up; no one says it to your face, but it still comes back to you. It doesn’t help that it’s sensationalized in the news, thrown back in your face; so-called journalists with their highlighter-green suits and chemically-enhanced hair, smiles like a wolf’s, shoving their cameras and microphones in your face at every turn, begging for a quote, an interview, a story, can only take the word ‘no’ so many times before they turn their attention to rumored fantasy. maureen prescott and cotton weary were lovers, GALE WEATHERS of TOP STORY TONIGHT reports. sidney prescott misidentified weary as the killer; an innocent man will die without a mistrial! save the innocent! save the innocent!

( but are we ever truly innocent? )

A year passes by, and you’re holding yourself together with carefully crafted smiles that don’t reach your eyes and breakdowns in private that leave you feeling more hollow than ever before. You have to be strong, you tell yourself. It’s the only way to move on. To get past it all. You have to be strong. You still have your father, your friends, your first love. Suffering is a look you wear well; your gaze is always on the ground, your voice is softer, you wilt into the background most days and throw yourself into school and theater to distract yourself. Distractions keep you going. Distractions keep you from remembering. Remembering only brings pain.

DEWEY SAYS IT’S THE WORST CRIME HE’S SEEN IN YEARS. EVEN WORSE THAN…. WELL, IT’S BAD.

It’s a cool April night when the phone rings and you answer it; the stranger on the other line is mysterious, and comical, and despite the déjá vu plaguing your day, you play along with his games, laughing at the irony, teasing back—it’s all a joke to you, for a few brief moments, it’s funny, until it’s not, and you’re running for your life as death chases you down with his blade. You run into the arms of your lover when he appears; you retreat when the quaintest of clues falls to the ground, shattering that wall of safety, dread and despair pooling in your belly as you retreat. sidney! he screams after you.

It cuts deep, the thought of someone you love being someone else entirely. The pill is nearly impossible to swallow as you give your statement to police and wipe away tears before the world can see your inner torment written on your face. And yet it’s not enough to bring a sense of safety; that animalistic, brutal stranger finds you again, taunting you for your errors. looks like you fingered the wrong guy—again! Before you have the chance to fall asleep, that seedling of doubt plants its roots.

You know it can’t be Billy, yet the who is more broad than the attack last night; who killed your mother? For so long you’ve been screaming that it’s Cotton Weary that your throat has grown hoarse, and now that doubt is growing. Someone was there—someone called you, someone taunted you, someone is ripping you apart from the inside, and you don’t know if the truth you’ve accepted for so long is the whole truth.

MAYBE SHE’S A SLUT JUST LIKE HER MOTHER.

Be a good girl, the world tells you. Keep your head down, your skin covered, your legs crossed. Don’t talk back. Don’t challenge the status quo. Be a good girl. Good girls don’t get hurt if you follow those simple rules; don’t be your mother. Your mother was a bad seed. Your mother’s six feet under. Your mother got what was coming to her. Be a good girl.

You retreat to comfortable territory; the boy you love is forgiving, when perhaps he shouldn’t be. Patient, he is, letting you speak, letting you break the façade, letting you cry, comforting you; you’re worried you’ll end up just like your mother—you’re worried her lies and deceit have decided your future when you’re still just a girl. But your mother didn’t have a love like this; your mother didn’t have support like this; so you open yourself to the boy that you love, because he’s safe, and soft, and familiar, and you don’t want to lose him when you’ve lost so much already. You don’t know how much more loss you can take.

WHAT’S THE MATTER, SIDNEY? YOU LOOK LIKE YOU’VE SEEN A GHOST.

You can’t breathe. You inhale blood and you exhale tears; you can’t breathe, you can’t speak, you can’t think. The boy you love isn’t a boy; he isn’t loving; he’s blade and teeth and vengeance; he’s a monster leaping out of the shadows to pull you into an all-consuming darkness. The truth hits you like a freight train; but this time debris flies at you in all directions, slicing you open, jagged pieces shattering like glass as they collide with the ground. He pulls you into a lover’s embrace; it’s marred by the knife to your throat as your world crashes around you. he killed your mother. he killed your friends. he’ll kill your father—and you’re next.

I’M GONNA RIP YOU UP, YOU BITCH! JUST LIKE YOUR FUCKING MOTHER!

He’s angry, and you don’t care; in his moment of grandeur arrogance you find your escape; and as he searches for you, ripping apart cloth and stitches and tearing open doorways, you crouch low, waiting to pounce; your body aches, and stings, and begs for rest, but adrenaline pushes you toward something foreign and new and enticing; revenge. And you attack, with your wit, with your resourcefulness, with your instincts—you stab, you claw, you wrestle, you bend, you break, and you shoot, until the monsters unmasked lay dead at your feet, bleeding and broken. Pathetic.

Out of the blood and the ash and the darkness you rise; you step out into the daylight with war etched into your skin, caked to your bones, filling your lungs. You’re triumphant; you’re a hero. There’s another news story to be written, another case closed, another day in the life of a trauma survivor. You’re a hero.

But you don’t feel heroic. You feel tired. And above it all—above everything else—you feel hollow. Empty.

Freedom comes at a cost; you’re still paying the toll.

#meta.#me: i'm gonna post ic content!#me: posts long ass metas instead #long post

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thearcaneescape · 7 years ago

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Chapter 3

Waking up to the smell of bacon and the barking of dogs was both reassuring and haunting. He shot up from the bed, hair flopping all around, but a quick scan of his surroundings made him calm down.

“What time is it?” He groaned his way out of bed, dragging his feet to the boxes to pull on a pair of pajama trousers and a new shirt. A knock to the door made him jump slightly.

“Are you decent?” Jin’s voice was a little muffled by the door, but still melodious as all hell. A shrill bark accompanied the question, followed by a hushed reprimand from Jin. “Breakfast is ready.”

Hoseok groaned once more, stretching in such a way that his back cracked in one fell swoop before opening the door with a sleepy smile. “Mornin’.”

Jin’s smile was bright and wide awake, and a small grey ball of fluff was jumping up at Hoseok, tongue out and tail wagging. “Good morning. This is Odeng, and Eomuk is with Joon in the kitchen.” Hoseok followed Jin to the kitchen, blinking rapidly at the relatively bright sunshine, trying to get his eyes accustomed to the light. When he finally got his eyes to focus, he saw Joon sitting at the table. Joon was dressed in soft pastels, hair tied back in a simple braid, unlike yesterday’s French, pierced ears boasting bigger and thinner hoops and chains, more feminine than the ones yesterday. The open-front pink jumper was draped over a black shirt the Hoseok had seen employees use at FOPP with a nametag on the front saying My name is Joon, with a little washable marker addendum (she/her).

“Good morning! You out-slept all of us.” Joon said, a beaming smile on her face. Another pomeranian was sitting at her stockinged feet, white kneesocks matching the pale cream skirt she was wearing, and the pom was the same grey as Odeng.

“I was kinda tired.” Hoseok mumbled, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to clear them of sleep. “I’m a pretty deep sleeper, too, so I didn’t hear anything.”

“Good, because Joon snores really loudly.” Jin had walked to the stove during Hoseok and Joon’s interaction, a low chuckle escaping the man. “It’s one of the things we have a separate savings account for, surgery for Joon’s bridge.”

Hoseok winced, sitting down in front of Joon. The makeup she was wearing was minimal, lipgloss and a swipe of soft pink on her eyelids, very unlike Jin’s makeup in the club.

“It hasn’t gotten any worse, but it’s annoying.” She shrugged and checked her watch, sighing. “Speaking of annoying, I have to go to work.” With a final drink from the coffee cup in front of her, Joon stood up and walked to Jin, giving him a kiss on the cheek and waving goodbye to Hoseok, who waved back. “I’ll see you at the bar, Jinnie.”

“I’ll bring your uniform.”

The door clicked closed and Hoseok looked at Jin plating a generous but smaller portion of scrambled eggs on toast, bringing it to Hoseok alongside a cup of coffee.

“Do you want to come to the bar again tonight? Have a cute time with the brats? I’m pretty sure Jimin wants to do your face.” Jin chuckled, sitting down across from Hoseok.

“Oh, wow. You know, I’d let him. And, yeah, that’d be nice.” He took a sip from his coffee, licking his teeth. “I’m actually surprised that I’d never really heard about the club until yesterday.”

Jin let out a deep sigh, rubbing his chin slowly. “It’s not the biggest club in Soho, and to be honest it barely is a club, it’s more like a speakeasy. We’re in absolutely desperate need of exposure and staff. Kook is our only bartender.”

Hoseok choked on the mouthful of honestly absolutely delicious scrambled eggs. Only one bartender? Were they that desperate, and with such good ideas? “Wait, seriously?”

Jin nodded, fiddling around with the cup that Joon had left behind. It was heavily chipped and small cracks could be seen on the surface. “Yeah, we’ve lost some of the girls and even with Tae and Jimin still here, they bring in a good crowd, Sugar is barely scraping by with this club. The burlesque makes good money, but whenever we try to diversify with a more relaxed evening, it just doesn’t work that well.”

Hoseok swallowed his mouthful with difficulty, an unusual feeling of worry settling into his belly. Something about Jin’s solemn and melancholy expression was heartwrenching. From what he’d told Hoseok last night, Sugar’s bar was his home, and everyone there was family. Losing it would mean losing passion and some extra money to put into Joon’s surgery and money to be able to keep the dogs well-fed.

“I’ve been looking for an extra job. I was a waiter during Uni, Jungkook could teach me how to bartend.” Hoseok rasped out, nervous energy thrumming through his veins.

Jin’s eyes widened, and he let out a soft sound, of what, Hoseok wasn’t sure. “Oh, you don’t have to do that-”

“But I want to. I need more money anyway, and if I’m staying here indefinitely I should help with the rent, at least until I can get back on my feet, and the bar is such a welcoming environment.” Hoseok was hovering a couple of centimeters from his seat, hands pressed against the wooden tabletop. He fell back into the chair, some of the energy leaving him after the outburst. Jin let out a soft laugh, and he ran a hand through his hair.

“Oh, alright. Sugar is gonna be at the bar, he always is. He gets ready with us.” Jin swirled around his coffee in the cup, a soft smile on his pink lips. “Who knows, maybe he’d even rope you in to performing with us.”

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Walking into the bar before it even opened was a new experience. House lights were on, and now Hoseok could see how run-down the place actually looked. There were cracks in the ceiling and the bar was irreparably stained.

“Woah.”

Jin looked at him and sighed, pulling the duffel bag with his and Joon’s clothes for tonight higher up on his shoulder. “Oh, yeah. It’s a bit worse for wear, but, it’s home.”

“Ain’t that true!”

Hoseok whirled around to give Jimin a wide smile, making the younger smile even wider than he already was, eyes turning into slits.

“Did Jin tell you I want to do your face?”

Hoseok nodded, rubbing the back of his neck slowly. “Ah, yeah, he did.” He tried to avoid looking into the big, wide puppy-dog eyes that Jimin was giving him, but the power they held was palpable and he caved almost immediately. “Alright, sure. Do the whole shebang.”

Jimin squealed and grabbed Hoseok’s hand, dragging him and a duffel bag bigger than himself to the dressing rooms, where Taehyung was already half-painted.

“Judging by how my boyfriend is quite literally vibrating in excitement, you agreed to letting him paint your face?” Taehyung turned to look at them, hair pushed back with a hairband and lines of unblended and half-blended, black and white contour and highlight on his face, eyes already made up with glittering silver eyeshadow and a modest cat eye. The dress on the mannequin behind him was even more extravagant than yesterday’s, silver satin cinched tight around the mannequin, the dropped waist turning into a short train at the back. The mannequin head sported a pinned silver-grey wig that matched Taehyung’s natural hair.

“He said “the whole shebang”, which is awesome, because I already have the perfect outfit for him!” Jimin pushed Hoseok to sit down before rummaging around in the gigantic duffel and pulling out his own outfit for the night. It was a cream-colored strapless bustier bra with a matching corset with various fake flowers on the edge of it to make a tutu of various colours. The bra and the corset had gold ribbing criss-crossing them, adding to the fantasy. The outfit that was pulled out next was a more direct homage to Victor/Victoria, with a sprinkling of Dita Von Teese. The mannequin next to Taehyung’s was immediately dressed up, white sleeveless button-up under a black bolero-cut swallow-tail tux jacket, and a high-waisted swing skirt that would fall to the knees.

“The lingerie comes after!”

Hoseok had his hands pressed on his cheeks, excitement running through his body. He’d actually let an artist friend of his do him up for Halloween, and even then the clothes had been very ill-fitting. Jimin stood next to him, makeup bag placed on the table in front of Hoseok, and a big shining smile on his face.

“Are you ready?”

Hoseok nodded, and settled into the seat, helping Jimin put a headband on his hairline to keep his overgrown bangs out of his face. Immediately after that, the door crashed open and a very tall someone made their way into the room.

“Oh, hi, Sugar!” Taehyung crowed, not even looking over at who Hoseok now knew was Sugar. Hoseok, on the other hand, turned his head to look at the man. He was tall, taller than even Joon, with a sharp jaw and nose, high cheekbones and black hair cut into an undercut not unlike Joon’s. He was imposing and intimidating, having shrugged off his jacket to reveal a low-cut black tank top and multiple colourful tattoos that went all the way to his fingertips, multiple scrapes and bruises on his face and knuckles. There was even some blood dripping from his palms

“Who’s the new guy?” Sugar’s voice was rough and sleepy, like he’d smoked ten packs of cigarettes before he’d walked into the bar.

“This is Hoseok! He’s letting me make him up for tonight.” Jimin aimed one of his signature smiles at the sleepy-and-disgruntled-looking Sugar, making the taller man smile.

“Is that the outfit you’re putting him in? What colors are you going for with the face?” Sugar sat down languidly on the chair next to Hoseok, his own makeup bag being thrown on the table.

“I was thinking of a red eye and lip with black liner? Keep it simple.” Jimin had tugged his own hair back into a half-pony. Sugar nodded, reaching out slowly with an impeccably manicured hand, fake acrylic nails sharp black with silver studs.

“May I?”

When Hoseok nodded, Sugar cradled his face gently, turning it side to side curiously before humming softly. “You have great bone structure there, mate. Jimin’ll have a blast doing your face.” He said, a soft smile on his face before he turned to look at his own mirror.

There was a moment of silence while Jimin prepped Hoseok’s face, gently massaging his skin with moisturiser. The door opened once more and Jin walked in, a tired and splotchy-faced Joon behind him.

“Heya, Sugar.” Jin’s voice was barely a whisper, and that made the taller Sugar stand up. He outstretched his arms towards Joon, who was very visibly shaken, and she fell into his arms with a shudder.

“Come on. Let’s go to my office.”

The silence that followed was more tense than ever, with Jimin chewing his lower lip nervously and Taehyung standing up to hug his boyfriend.

“What was that?”

Jimin sighed heavily, shaking his head. “We get some people who harrass Joonie. Before, Joonie wouldn’t tell us it was happening, but Sugar saw it happening once and that was one of the worst days we’ve ever had here.”

“Yeah, he walked in completely bloodied up and we had to close the bar for the evening.” Taehyung said, a frown on his face as he recounted that evening. “Joon was fine, but Sugar was out of commision for almost 5 months, and with how the bar’s been doing, he and his partner had to pay out of pocket for the surgery and the recovery.”

Hoseok swallowed with difficulty, pain settling behind his sternum. It was ludicrous, what he was hearing. This was Soho, for crying out loud. Wouldn’t there be more solidarity for people like Joon? Apparently not. Jimin patted Taehyung’s shoulder, prompting him to go back to finishing up, clearing his throat as he picked up the bottle of foundation from his makeup bag.

“I think we’re going to need a new waiter. Joon is a bit out of it tonight, she needs an isolated space.” Sugar had walked back into the dressing room, running a hand through his hair. “We need new staff in general.” He muttered, looking up at the three pairs of wide eyes looking at him. His dark eyes landed on Hoseok’s face, and he raised an eyebrow. “Do you have any experience as a waiter?”

Hoseok nodded, and something in him knew that today wouldn’t be the only day he’d see blood in the dressing room.

#the arcane escape #bts fanfiction #namjin #vmin #a very tired and sad OC #genderfluid namjoon #again not that good with angst but its a sad time at the bar

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thegreatwhiteferret · 7 years ago

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I was tagged by: @its-reddie-bitch (Thanks for this by the way, Elle. 85 fucking questions...Jesus. Lmao ❤️❤️❤️ )

1. last drink?: Venti Soy Blonde Latte from Starbucks because I am a basic white bitch

2: last phone call?: My older sister when I was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

3. last text message?: “Can I use your card for Starbucks?” Because I am a poor ass basic white bitch.

4. last song you listened to?: Rainbow by Kesha (Gets me in the feels every time)

5. last time you cried?: Mmmmmmmm last night or the early hours of today...

6. dated someone twice?: Noppppppppppppppe. Thank fucking God.

7. kissed someone and regretted it: I don’t think so.

8. been cheated on?: We weren’t “exclusive” so...but I’d fucking say that it still felt like it.

9. lost someone special?: So so many.

10. been depressed?: Severely for the majority of my life. (In case y’all hadn’t figured out that I’m an anxious and depressed mess)

11. gotten drunk and thrown up?: OH MY GOD. Only twice that I can think of, but one was really bad. Sour blue raspberry Smirnoff vodka and Titos vodka, and I filled like a full tumbler glass with that and chugged it...because why the fuck not? I’ll tell you why not, I ruined a $2,500 cowhide rug...fuck.

fave colors

12. Fluorescent Pink- Basic white bitch with Barbie tendencies.

13. Tiffany Blue- See above reasoning

14. Anything Pastel Ever

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends?: Yes, but I also lost a shit ton.

16. fallen out of love?: Hahahahaha. No romantic interactions at all in the past year so...not possible.

17. laughed until you cried?: All the time. That wine drinking Pennywise was the last thing that made me do this.

18. found out someone was talking about you?: Yes, and that bitch is lucky I had enough self control to not throw hands with her.

19. met someone who changed you?: Yes. (For better and for worse)

20. found out who your friends are?: In the hardest way possible.

21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list?: Nope, and we can leave it that way.

general:

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl?: All of them.

23. do you have any pets?: My furry baby who is actually an alien like Stitch dog, Pippa. (But I also have my sister’s dog with me right now)

24. do you want to change your name?: Nah, I’m good.

25. what did you do for your last birthday?: Went for dinner with my family and tried to keep myself together.

26. what time did you wake up today?: Erhmmmmmm 10:30 ish, but I laid in bed with the dogs until almost 12. It was glorious.

27. what were you doing at midnight last night?: Finishing the latest chapter of I Will Try To Fix You so I could post it and watching Bloodline (legit only for Owen Teague...don’t judge me.)

28. what is something that you can’t wait for?: Things to get better...?

30. what are you listening to right now?: Someone You Like by The Girls and The Dreamcatcher

31. have you ever talked to a person named tom?: Yup.

32. something getting on your nerves?: What doesn’t get on my nerves would be a shorter list. What irks me more than anything is people being assholes to other people because their ideals don’t match. No one is fucking asking you to engage in a poly relationship or marry your same gender so fuck off! Gahhhhh.

33. most visited website?: Tumblr (But if Google Docs counts (14 tabs open Jesus) then that’s close behind and so is Ao3).

34. hair color?: Bleached white blonde with horrendous roots. I sooooo want to do something drastic to it though,

35. long or short hair: It’s shoulder length so whatever that is.

36. do you have a crush on someone?: A real life person? No. Celebrities? Hilary fucking Knight always and forever. People on this site? ...Maybeeeeeee.

37. what do you like about yourself?: This is a really hard question. I guess I’m an alright writer and I genuinely like helping people.

38. want any piercings: I have quite a few, but I have my eye on a few for the future.

39. blood type: O+

40. nicknames: Meg, Megs, Meggie, Mefge (Typo from Wii that will never cease to haunt me!), Texas...really freaking boring I guess.

41. relationship status: Single AF...by choice, not my choice, but a choice.

42. zodiac: Libra

43. pronouns: She/Her

44. fave tv show: Golden Girls (and a million others, I watch a lot of TV tbh)

45. tattoos: I have a list of 14 that I want when I have money.

46. right or left handed: Right

47. ever had surgery: I’ve had sinus surgery and gastric related surgery so far. There will be more in the future I am sure.

48 . piercings: Two lobes each ear, industrial, rook, conch, and tragus. (Nips, belly button, and something else in the future hopefully)

49. sport: HOCKEY, ALL DAY EVERY DAY BABY!!!

50. vacation: I haven’t been on one in years. I am dying to go to Disney and London.

51. trainers: Converse Chuck Taylors

more general

52. eating: Salad but I want to make a mug cookie...

53. drinking: Still working on that Latte

54. im about to watch: I’m watching some British family cook off show with my mom and sister on Netflix.

55. waiting for: Better days, they better be coming quickly.

56. want: To actually be motivated enough to quickly finish the 14 requests I have!!! Hahahaha, that’s why it’s a want and not a possibility.

57. get married? YES PLEASE! But I think someone has to actually be able to tolerate me for this to happen. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

58. career: I quit my original dream career and now I am going back to school for nursing. It was toxic and I needed a change.

59. hugs or kisses: ALL OF THE PHYSICAL AFFECTION PLEASE!

60. lips or eyes: Eyes. Oh my God, EYES.

61. shorter or taller: ¿Por que no los dos?

62. older or younger: I don’t care as long as they are at least 18...sounds bad but whatever.

63. nice arms or stomach: Uhmmmm either?

64. hookup or relationship: Relationship

65. troublemaker or hesitant: It depends on the situation.

66. kissed a stranger: Not yet, but I would.

67. drank hard liquor: Pretty much all I drink because I am allergic to beer and do not like wine. I actually owe my sister six shots of fireball, so that’s going to happen and I will be on the floor...

68. lost glasses: All the fucking time and then I can’t find them because I’m blind! Endless struggle.

69. turned someone down: Yes...and ghosted people too.

70. sex on the first date: SURE. Why the fuck not??

71. broken someones heart: I don’t think so.

72. had your heart broken: Yes, and at the time I thought I would never recover, but I’m still kicking bitches.

73. been arrested: No.

74. cried when someone died: So so so so so so so so much.

75. fallen for a friend: Yes, multiple times, and they were awful decisions!

do you believe in…

76. yourself: No. Unfortunately. It’s a struggle, but I promise that I am going to get help very soon and work on this. I’m just very very hard on myself and don’t like when I’m not perfect. 😕😕😕

77. miracles: Maybe...

78. love at first sight: Nope. Infatuation of lust at first sight? Yes. Love? No, I don’t think it’s something to play around with and it has to grow.

79. santa clause: I CAN HEAR THE BELLS!!!!

80. kiss on a first date: I mean I already said why not to sex on the first date, so kissing is mild.

81. angels: I don’t know. Angels I’m not sure about, but I do believe in spirits and things of that nature.

82. best friend’s name: Can I say my dog? Is that pathetic? Pippa is my ride or die, guys.

83. eye color: Blue

84. fave movie: Inglorious Basterds, IT, and Rise of the Guardians in no specific order, because I am indecisive and can’t choose.

85. fave actor: I can’t choose one! Taron Egerton, Michael B. Jordan, and Evan Peters are high on my list though.

I have no idea who has already been tagged so I’m just going to throw some names out... @billbenbev @milagric @theriodiaries @demianhill @dannybriereisaliferuiner @valiantlydeepestdinosaur And literally anyone else who wants to do this!

#Meg Writes Things #Meg Takes Way Too LOng To Answer Simple Prompts #Meg Overthinks everything too #ME

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yhhideyo · 4 years ago

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of bad ideas

with @yhecho

it’s not like hideyo is scared, of course not, he spent hours with tomoe reading junji ito stories, but if he can avoid things like so called haunted houses in real life then he definitely will. that’s why he is actually behind said house with taeyang, both maybe a little bit drunk, but not much, instead of going inside.

“i’m surprised tomo-chan hasn’t found us yet,” hideyo tells his friend, chuckling. he knows of his sister’s... crush? infatuation? with taeyang and although his big brother instinct it’s to always keep tomoe away from men because they are awful – as hideyo very much knows for the virtue of being a man himself – he knows that this will never happen. and also tomoe has to live her life, make her own mistakes, all that stuff, so he keeps himself out of their relationship, whatever that might be. “she’s super into this haunted house stuff, i bet she’d force you to go with her.”

which is why hideyo is... not hiding, but avoiding his sister while she finds other people to make victim of her halloween wishes. he’d rather be there with taeyang. “don’t you think it’s cute we’re matching?” he asks, voice on an annoyingly sweet tone that he knows always pisses taeyang off. hideyo wouldn’t imagine that of all people taeyang would also wear a ghibli costume, but he can’t say he isn’t pleased. “if i knew you’d come as no face i’d tell sujin to dress up as chihiro and haku instead of sophie and howl.”

although hideyo is feeling himself in his howl costume because well, he looks very much like howl ( and also that’s sujin’s favorite character, so hideyo wants to please her ). he looks at taeyang and smiles. “we are always matching, we should actually wear something together next year.” he tells his friend. “but i still can’t believe your company made you take your piercing off, that was so sad, i felt like we had a connection, you know?” again, he says this because it’s annoying, but also because it’s kinda true. “oh taeyangie, i have safety pins here, let’s pierce your belly button again!” hideyo pats the pins over his shirt, smiling. isn’t this a great idea? hideyo absolutely thinks it is.

#yhhalloween #t: of bad ideas #w: taeyang

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baekhyuq · 7 years ago

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☽"Sexual." Min Yoongi |AU ☾

✄Yoongi X Reader

✄Genre: Short Incubus AU

✄Summary: You move into a new house… A new haunted house. Haunted by an sensual evil spirit named Yoongi.

A/n: Inspired by: “Broken - Lund”

The house had potential, it was very large and had a charm to it. I liked it but none of my friends or family did, claiming they felt uncomfortable in the house once I moved it.

I ignored them, and started on doing small renovations here and there, changing things to my liking. The house soon came to become something I’d seen out of a magazine or on some tv show.

The place was perfect. After many sleepless nights from changing things about the house it was soon to be one month since I moved into the house.

It was perfect.

I sat with my orange juice reading my favorite book at the time, in front of a window that let in a breeze that passed by once in a while. It was a sunny day, the birds sitting on the window and eating from the bird feeder.

I sipped from my glass and set it down, accidentally dropping it on the ground. I groaned in annoyance “My mother gave me that glass damnit.” I placed my book on the small table and rushed to the kitchen to fetch paper towels.

I ran back and was shocked to see the once broken glass or orange juice on the ground gone. The glass was filled with juice and fixed all in one piece.

My eyes grew in size, “I could’ve sworn it was-it broke. I swear!” I tried to rationalize with myself, but then brushed it off as me just seeing things.

A few days later I was watching tv in the living room, the classic 50 shades of grey was playing. A sex scene played on the screen.

I felt my cheeks heat up slightly, it was interesting to see such an act. I felt the blanket on my legs slide off slightly and fingertips trace the lace on my panties. I looked down to see a figure, a man his eyes as dark as night but his skin a contrasting white. His eyes were shaped like crescent moons, they pierced my soul. It didn’t help that he had two large horns on his head.

I felt so scared I couldn’t move, I was paralyzed, my body wouldn’t work as much as I was yelling at it to. It didn’t.

The figure-man-demon-thing looked at me in such a sensual way I felt instantly attracted to him. He said something but it was so soft I almost didn’t hear it, “I want to undress you.” His voice was so low and deep my panties damped.

I finally found my voice to yell out and run from the house with my phone in hand, calling my mom to come and get me.

I hadn’t been back to the house in 3 days. It gave me anxiety knowing that creature might be there still, it makes me feel like I’m constantly being watched.

“Maybe you should get a cleansing done on the house before you go back.” My mom recommended. And I agreed, next thing I know there’s a spiritual healer setting down crystals, burning incense, telling me what to do to have positive energy in the house.

“There is definitely a certain energy in your bedroom, I feel a strong mans presence in there. It’s like he’s just lying on the bed waiting for you. He’s very sensual, he waits for you everyday.” She tells me.

My jaw dropped “Are you serious?” I start, “A few days ago I had something that happened to me that freaked me out badly, there was this man that laid on top of me, he was touching my legs and such. He had very dark eyes, pale skin and horns…” My eyes were so wide, because I never told her about feeling any presence in the house.

She looked over to me, “He’s very kind but won’t allow you to leave his embrace, he only wants you.” She sighed, holding a crystal up to the air and saying a few things. “He won’t hurt you unless you hurt him. He keeps saying he just wants you.” She puts the crystal down on a counter and tells me to never move the crystals then leaves with a smile, waving kindly.

I rubbed my arm shyly, knowing that someone was watching everything I did. I was a very self conscious person who didn’t like attention, I preferred to be alone. I walked silently to my room, and felt his presence.

It was definitely strong, like a mans presence. I sat on the end of the bed, looking around to see if anything would happen. After a bit of waiting the presence felt closer, as if it was right beside me, so I began to ask questions.

“What’s your name?” I asked quietly, as if I would scare it away if I talked any louder. And almost immediately I heard a deep voice say “Yoongi.” I got goosebumps all over my body, the voice was so clear and distinct I could make it out as the voice from a few days ago.

“Why are you here?” The questions went on. “I live here.” Yoongi responded, his voice was so loud it was like he was an actual person. “Why don’t you show yourself?”

“It’s sometimes hard to fleet between worlds darling.” His answer sent chills down my spine I visibly shook. “You ask a lot of questions, it’s cute how curious you are.”

“Well, I’m sorry for asking so many, but why do you want me?” I asked hesitantly, I folded my hands in my lap waiting for an answer, anything. “Because you’re to pretty to resist.”

And then and there the figure appeared right in front of me, my eyes trailed up his tall figure until it landed on his eyes. I gulped, scooting back onto the bed further away from him. “Don’t be scared, I wouldn’t hurt you. As long as you never leave me.” He smiled flashing two sharp fangs.

I nodded not wanting to piss him off, the things he could do to be ran through my head at once. “What are you?” My last question seemed to make him smile, as he began to move closer to me till he was hovering over my body.

His dark eyes held no life in them, his lips held no color along with the rest of him. “I-my dear-am a incubus. I feed off sexual encounters with humans. It’s what keeps me alive.” Yoongi smiled.

My first thought was another question “W-will you kill me?” My voice shook so hard I couldn’t believe he heard me. Yoongi shook his head, “Not unless you give me a reason to.”

I let out a breathe I didn’t know I was holding, closing my eyes to register what was happening. I opened them again and saw how handsome he actually was.

I poked his shoulder to see if my hand would go through him or not. Surprised that it didn’t I jumped back. “He’s real.” Repeatedly went through my head.

“Of course I’m real.”

I screamed so loud it scared him, I started to cry so scared I didn’t know what to do. I felt like a helpless child crying.

“Don’t be so loud.” He put his hand over my mouth, him now straddling my hips. I furrowed my eyebrows.

He smirked down at me, “Don’t be so surprised at these type of things if you’re going to live here. I’m going to be here till you leave baby doll.”

I nodded, not being able to find my voice right away. “C-could you at least not watch me showering… And could you also just stay visible? I’m kind of freaked out that you’d be wondering around invisible…” I pleaded.

He thought about it for a bit, “No can do princess. I’ll do as I please and come as I go. And I definitely can’t miss out on you showering, it’s the high light of my day.” He winked before leaning down to kiss my cheek.

“I’ll let you calm down for today, since you’re so shaken up. But I’ll be back tomorrow, don’t miss me to much.” And with that he was gone.

The day goes on with no other sign of him. It’s oddly quiet in the big house and it’s making me nervous. I’m always on edge, waiting for something to happen.

Nothing ever did happen for the rest of the day, but the night was a completely different story.

I turned off the lights in my room and laid in my bed, getting comfortable before trying to fall asleep. After countless tosses and turns I laid still on my back with my eyes open. Sleep wouldn’t be coming to me any time soon.

I felt something wrap around my ankle and pull so hard my ankle popped. I screamed and scrambled out of bed looking around for the culprit. My ankle wasn’t hurt surprisingly. I saw a black fog in front of me. I waved my hand and it went through the fog.

Suddenly Yoongi appears with his eyes in crescent moons and his mouth forming an evil grin. “Got you.” He laughed so hard he doubled over holding his stomach while we fell onto my bed.

“What the hell!?” I yelled, my cheeks tinted with red, “You could’ve broken my fucking ankle!” My face scrunched up and my eyes wanted to shed tears. My anger got the best of me and I charged at him.

Before I could even pounce on him he disappeared I fell face first into the bed. I looked around for him before feeling the bed dip and my back being pressed into the mattress.

I turned my head to see his form hovering over mine. He flipped me over into my back, holding my chin with his thumb and index finger.

“You can’t get me that easily.” He chuckled.

His slanted eyes pierced through mine, showing glints of playfulness. “You’re going to have to try harder baby doll.” Yoongi’s gruff voice spoke. It was interesting but frightening to say the least. This creature just roaming my house as he pleases, without my consent.

“Well what do you want? You’ve been bothering me for a few days now.” I sighed giving in to him. “I want you, for the rest of your stay here.” He smirked, pushing my shirt above my belly button with his elongated nail. “I know you’ll grow tired and leave, or you’ll get so addicted you stay till death. There is no in between sweetheart.”

“What do you mean addicted? To what? You?” I laughed so hard my sides started to hurt. “I’m sorry to break it to you but your not the best thing that’s ever happened.” I joke lightly. But he doesn’t seem to take it that way, his pupils dilate and he’s centimeters away from my face with my hands over my head in less than a second.

“I was, and am the best thing that’s ever happened to this world. I was created to fulfill you humans dirty little fantasies. I can put you out on the spot and make you beg for my touch without lifting a finger.” His hand traveled down to my shorts tugging on them, “I know what turns you on, I know what can make your pretty little panties wet.” He pulled my shorts down past my knees and slid them off.

“I know how much you dream of being held down and mercilessly be fucked until you can’t feel your legs.” He pushed my hips down with one hand and his other came back up to slide a finger over my clothed sex. “I know you want to be choked until you pass out, i know you want to be spanked so much your ass turns red.”

He moved aside my panties and inserted a long finger. “I know you want to be fingered so fast you scream your lungs off.” He moved his finger around slowly and inserted another one. “I can make your legs weak and give you three orgasms within a blink of an eye.” His mouth came closer to my ear,

“I am..” he pulled his fingers out.

“the best…” he plunged them back in.

“thing to happen to this world.” Yoongi spat, pulling his fingers out and fully detaching himself from me.

I stared at him, his calm and cool demeanor making me go crazy. He literally just made me feel like a fool, he exposed me for the not so innocent person I am.

“How.. how did you know all those things about me.” I asked my voice shaking, my cheeks flared because of the embarrassing state he left me in, my shorts pulled down to my knees, my panties wet, my shirt pushed above my tummy and my face totally fucked out. I looked like some sex hungry whore.

“I know all there is to know, you’re surprisingly hard to read, but once I figured you out sexually you’re as easy to read as a book. I can have you wrapped around my finger without you knowing it.” Yoongi’s confidence got to me, it pissed me off yet turned me on.

“And seeing your Fucked out expression makes me awfully horny. But I don’t want to destroy your pretty little pussy just yet. Your still too innocent baby.” He looked down at me, his dark eyes somehow getting darker, “maybe just a taste wouldn’t hurt. It’s dinner time for me anyways.”

Within a second he had my dripping core hovering over his lips, his eyes staring straight at it. “Don’t stare.. it’s embarrassing.” I tried to avoid eye contact, his piercing gaze to intense for me. He spanked my cheek, pulling my hips to his face. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

Yoongi licked one long strip on my lips, making my stomach burst into flames, my toes curling and my hips bucking instinctively. “Ah, you’re turned on by this too? He squeezed my ass, anchoring me down on his tongue. “I-I just want this to be over with.” I stuttered.

I mean who wouldn’t be embarrassed? You have some ridiculously gorgeous man begging to eat you out because he got you all worked up! “Y/n, focus on me baby.” He called as I was in my thoughts, biting the inside of my thigh.

A long moan roared through my throat as he plunged his tongue into me and rocked my hips back and forth. The pleasure overwhelming, I grabbed onto his hair and became to rock with the rhythm he set. His tongue driving me crazy, I imagined him doing this to me every night and got a little carried away. The last thing I know he’s spanking me again and telling me to focus on him.

I stare down at his dead but lively eyes, the gorgeous brown slanted cat like seductive eyes that could eat me alive, stared back. It felt like every time I blinked he’d blink, because I’d never see him blink. He stared, his tongue lapping over me, almost as if he was kissing my lips.

I looked behind me and wondered if he’d needed any pleasure. I leaned a little back and ran my hand over the bulge in his pants, earning a throaty groan from under me, vibrating through me as well.

“Don’t.” His dee voice commanded, but I challenged him by sliding my body down over his clothed bulge, the rough material of his jeans contrasting with my naked body. I grinded my hips down, creating friction.

I looked up to see his reaction and his eyes were trained on mine. Like he was watching me the whole time. I felt my mind blur as his gaze put me in a trance. It felt like something took over me.

My hips moved slow and sensually, taking in every detail of his face as I slowed down and sped up. Which ever speed got a reaction out of him. His small groans and his big veiny hands over my ass kept me going. The mere thought of him fucking me into this bed gave me a delight.

“God the thoughts going through your hand contrast so much with your innocent exterior, I don’t know what it is about you but you’re driving me crazy.” Yoongi growled, grabbing at my ass until it felt raw almost.

I can’t take it any longer. I got up and pulled him up from the bed. I laid on my stomach and waited for him. “I want you to fuck me into this mattress, Please.” I turned my head to look at him. His mouth contorted into a smirk, one that sat fine on his mouth. “Yes princess, your wish is my command.”

I heard his zipper unzip and before I knew it I could feel him entering me, fully. No prep, no condom, raw, and painful to adjust to. I screamed out in agony as he began to move around, his size surprising me. “Ah- don’t move please please please.” I gripped the covers, my head lowered and smothered into the sheets.

“What was that baby?” He pushed more of himself into me, forcing a cry out of me. “You can’t take it all princess? I thought you would be a good whore and be able to handle it all. I guess I’ll need to be more gentle with you.” He pulled out and tried again slowly this time.

“I can take it all! Give me everything I’ll please you.” Something took over me and possessed me to say those words, I was definitely not in my right state of mind.

“Oh? Really now? Should I give you it all? Or make you beg more? I can’t decide.” Yoongi smirked, pushing in inch by inch until he was fully in. My insides felt like they were going to burst. “Wait, give me a moment to adjust-ah.” Yoongi ignored me and rammed back into me with full force and pushed me into the mattress. My back being pushed down and my ass being pulled up higher.

A cry crawled out of my throat, my fist balled up full of the sheets. He was going at it like there was the last time.

“You feel so good around my cock baby, the view of your face pushed in the sheets and your ass hiked in the air gives me the chills. I’m glad you decided to move in. I could get used to this.” Yoongi confessed, making me turn to look at him. “I-I-im” nothing came out my stuttering mouth. I couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure this creature was providing.

He thrusted in deep and you could feel your soul leaving your body. It felt like bliss, nothing could compare to the sensation you were experiencing. His body was warm against yours, his defined muscles on his stomach grazing your backside. "It feels so good,” You whimpered earning a low groan from the back of his throat. “Don’t stop please.” You could feel his speed start to pick up at you encouraged him to go faster and deeper.

Throughout the whole night filthy words filled the air and you felt bliss one too many times. You found that he’d never tire but you definitely did. It was the 5th round that night. You both fucked until the AM, you were falling apart at his will but he was perfectly energized and loving every bit of your human body. Tears stung in your eyes as you climaxed for the 5th time, “I’m so tired.” you finally admitted. You expected for Yoongi to laugh in your face for being a weak mortal but he did the opposite.

Yoongi let out a short sigh “You took long enough to say so, I thought we would have to go longer than 5 rounds.” He laughed falling down right beside you in your bed. “I’d love to stay and chat but i’ve got things to do.”

Your breathing was still ragged, trying to even out before looking at him as he stood up and smiled down at your sprawled out form. “I’ll definitely be back for more, don’t worry. Also I advise you to rest for a while, you might feel weak for a few days.” The infamous smirk appeared on his lips as he disappeared into thin air, expecting a puff of smoke to appear but nothing. Just you in a now cold bed with weak limbs.

Your head turned to the left by your bedside table and you saw a glass of water with a letter next to do with two tablets. You took the letter and read the only two words written on it. “Get rest.” you smiled while your cheeks turned a light shade of red. “Fucking idiot.”

#bts #yoongi #smut #bts smut #yoongi smut #suga smut #min yoongi smut #demon au #yaogi #min suga smut

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