#but every line of the chorus works for all of them so i behaved. this time
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TOUCH ME (anakin skywalker)
notes: just a little something based around the au from this post. meant to be a drabble, ended up longer, doesn’t quite feel like a full one-shot tho. anyway, as always, hope it’s somewhat comprehensible and not just horny gibberish. enjoy
word count: 2.2k warnings: smut, female stripper!reader
MINORS DNI! 18+
The club is busy tonight, but even over the loud music and regular conversation you can hear a chorus of squealing and excited greetings from the door. You recognize the noise: a big spender has surely entered the building. But you can’t make out a name.
You follow the sound, making your way through the dim, colorful lighting and cloud of smoke, perfume & glitter, past the many pairs of hungry, perverted eyes that bite at your barely covered body. You walk with purpose, heels clacking loudly with every step, denying the yearning in your heart that hopes it’s him.
When you reach the other girls they’re already pointing his way to you, and you feel yourself quickly shrinking under his intense, blue gaze as he stalks toward you. You don’t know what it is about this one, something about him makes you feeble, makes your heart race and your cheeks hot. You’re thankful he’s always behaved & never pushes his luck like the rest– he’d be impossible to resist.
And, of course, it definitely didn’t hurt that you knew he was carrying a substantial wad of credits for you somewhere under that coat.
“Anakin!” you beam, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him in tightly, squeezing your breasts against his chest and surely covering him in evidence of the visit.
He takes a deep breath, inhales your scent, & contemplates leaving altogether. He wants to touch you, to pull you in deep and close, but he’s forgotten how intoxicating you are, and he’s not sure if he can control himself tonight. He stands stoic, burning at each intersection of your body on his, stressed further with each breath pressing you impossibly closer.
You can feel him breathe you in, and if it were anyone else, you’d smack him away, but your body won’t let you; it feels too satisfying to have him so intimately.
But you know it would be too dangerous to blur any lines. You weren’t allowed to sleep with any customer, it only made things more complicated for the owners. It wasn’t that kind of club. And you were sure if you held him any longer, the already existing rumors would only worsen.
You clear your throat and pull away from him, opting to lay a hand on his broad chest.
“I hope you’ve been doing good.” With some men you could tell, they’d come in only when times were rough or only when times were good, but for Anakin, rain or shine, he seemed to find whatever he was looking for here.
He just nods shortly, his dark eyes not leaving yours, distracted, impatient. You can tell he isn’t interested in small talk.
“To my private room then?” You offer with a smile, maintaining the giddy demeanor that comes naturally with your working hours. Anakin nods again.
You take his hand and guide him to the back, through the door with your stage name displayed in bright gold glitter across it. The room was more than familiar to Anakin, and he settled into his place on your pink loveseat, watching you pour drinks for you both.
He’d grown to hate this room, hate how some of his most pleasant moments were restrained behind it’s locked door. It only served to remind him that you weren’t his. He wanted to have you wholly, to leave this place with you, finally fulfilled & accompanied, instead of alone & perpetually needing more. It angers him, but it angers him even more that his only comfort for his destructive emotions was the exact cause of them. You were the most bittersweet, addicting being that he just couldn’t quit, no matter how hard he tried.
“Quiet tonight, huh?” Anakin was never exactly chatty, but he hadn’t said a word at all.
“I don’t feel like talking.” He stated, classically blunt.
You were starting to feel put off by his affect, your heart twisting and dropping at his coldness. You know that you’re nothing but a distraction, a toy, but you’d thought you developed a relationship with Anakin. You were embarrassed at your naivety.
Your hand finds your remote on the bar and presses play, filling the room with music. You put your smile back together when you face him and bring his drink over, trade it for the envelope he held out to you, filled with credits. Heavier than usual. You set it aside and sip your drink as he does, gaining your composure before setting your glass down and slinking into his lap.
You straddle his wide thighs, your tiny mesh skirt sliding up your own, arms returning to his neck, hands coming up to tangle into the hair at the base, and all the while he didn’t move, hands lying stagnant at his sides.
He couldn’t touch you. It was bad enough that you were touching him, lighting him on fire. He didn’t know why he even came here. He needed to see you, but even just that was too much. If he touched you tonight, he wouldn’t be able to stop, and he couldn’t drag you out of here. No, he couldn’t do that.
“You’re tense,” you mumble seductively in his ear. “You should relax.” Your lips press against his jaw and feel it tighten. You hum and continue to kiss him down his neck, letting your hips fully sink onto him.
“You want it, don’t you, Ani?” The sweet name slides off your tongue in attempt to soothe him. You roll against him, sighing as the motion brushes your thinly veiled cunt over the rough material of his pants. You move again, grinding your clit onto the solid bulge that had formed under you, each little movement sending shocks through you.
You weren’t sure what had gotten into you, you could feel yourself getting slick, knot twisting in your stomach. You never had these kinds of feelings in this room. You knew you liked Anakin, you were attracted to him, in some way, but this was unprecedented; he was a customer, you couldn’t want him like this. But he was always so good to you, so sweet to you… and he felt so big, you were beginning to lose your grip on reality. But his hands still lingering at his sides keep you tethered.
“Anakin,” you breathe against his neck, lips brushing his neck erratically as you rock on him, tugging his hair. He wasn’t giving you a single thing, you couldn’t stand it. “Touch me, please. What did you come here for?”
You were growing irritated, almost wanting to stop and send the unresponsive asshole on his way, but needing so much more of him. You huff and let your hands fall to his pants, unfastening them and pulling them down enough to expose his covered erection, as massive as you dreamed. You’d never seen this much of him before, and it only made your need worse.
You sink your hips back onto him, hands resting on his chest as you resume grinding down on him, his near-nakedness allowing you to feel him so much more fully, perfectly stiff and dragging against you in the most mind-numbing way. Your clit had swollen, become more sensitive, more easily stimulated, made clear to you with each glide down his thick shaft. Your hands bunch in his shirt and give you leverage to slightly lift and drop yourself, riding him over his clothing and finally sending you flying, lost in the feeling.
Your eyes roll back in your head and calls of his name fall from your lips as you chase your orgasm, forgetting where you are, what he’s come here for. You’ve been in similar positions countless times, never did it feel as electrifying as this.
Anakin could only sit there, not saying a word, needing to leave, to escape your spell, but he was paralyzed under your hips, hypnotized by the feeling of you rocking against him, gripping him so tightly. He felt the heat radiating off of you, wetness spreading and seeping through your thong, cunt clenching and doing her hardest to suck him into you. His hands balled up at his sides. He wanted nothing more than to rip the stupid, skimpy cloth from your perfect body and bury himself inside you, pound you until your legs couldn’t move and you couldn’t make a coherent thought or sound. He’d carry you straight home with ease then.
He wanted to throw you off of him, put an end to your torturous, disingenuous teasing, but the noises you were making, the effort in your grinding, were telling him you wanted him, too; only making it even harder to face the idea of leaving this room empty-handed. You’d given him a new level of you, one that swung open a door he was trying so hard to hold shut. He wants to stop you, but he can’t, he wants it all, permission to let loose and do with you as he pleases.
“Anakin,” you whine, letting your head fall to his chest. You feel him breathing heavily, his cock twitching against you, and you can’t fathom why he’s acting this way. All you know is that you’re close, and you need him, and for the first time he sat nearly unresponsive to you, as if he were the toy.
“I need to cum. Touch me, say something, do something. Please, I’ll give you everything, I need you.”
A foul part of him relishes in it, you now victim to an act of your own kind, feeling what he’d felt for so long, needing him so badly, tormented by his needless resistance. With every passing second you become weaker, more dependent on him, relinquishing your control and giving him ownership over you. He can feel you giving in to him with every shared throb, every swirl that surges you closer to cumming. You’re drunk on him, the way he’s perpetually drunk on you, and he can’t hold back any longer.
His hands finally land on your thighs and slide up toward your panties, the feeling of your skin under his hands filling his blood with a savage lust that’s only further ignited as his finger grazes the sticky material covering you. You’re shuddering as his calloused finger glides on your clit, just enough to keep you on the edge of cumming, fluttering at his touch.
“You need me?” He asks against your ear, low and gruff, almost threatening, as if he was warning you of what that would entail, urging you to reconsider. “You don’t know what need is. I’ve fantasized about this pussy for years. Every time I come to this room I leave thinking about how tight you are, how wet you are, everything I could do to have you begging for me like this. Dreamed about fucking you every way possible.” His tone is apprehensive, but his hands are already pulling your panties to the side. “Can’t promise I’ll be gentle…”
“Ani,” the pet name comes out softer now, both on account of your weakness and the surprisingly exposed state the two of you found yourselves in. It could’ve gone terribly wrong for either of you, still could, but your want for each other exceeds the risk.
Anakin lifts one hand to your jaw and tilts your chin up so you’re looking at him, meeting his severe gaze. This night had shown you a lot of firsts, and did so once again; the man you’d grown accustomed to, comfortable with, now instilling a deep, delightful fear in you with just a look alone. Your burning body goes cold, except for your cheeks and your core, shiver running down your spine, tingle spreading through your cunt. What would he do to you?
“Say it.” He demands calmly, tugging you even closer, his beautiful plump lips just inches from yours. He’s nervous, but not that you can sense. After all, it could be a game gone too far, misread, waiting to be snatched away at the last second in some attempt to enthrall him in you even further, drag him along and keep him addicted to you.
“Tell me exactly what you want.” You feel his hand brushing against your inner thigh as he pumps his freed cock, your lips fall open in a gasp as he presses the large head of it against your gushing opening.
“Please, Anakin,” you whimper, pressing your hips down onto him, stopped by his fist. “Please fuck me, I want you.”
You’re shoved onto his much too big cock in a millisecond, mewling deeply at the sudden stretch of him. The long, breathy moan he releases soothes you, but only for a moment before he lifts his hips and presses himself further into you, holds you down on him, forcing the air out of your lungs.
“Oh, Maker, Ani,” you gasp, unable to stop the way you clench around him, amplifying the feeling of him filling you completely. He brings your lips to his and kisses you tenderly enough that it helps you relax, muscles easing as he begins to slowly lift and drop you down on his hardness. Something in your heart melts at the way he kisses you, sweet and eagerly, like he’s thankful for it.
There’s a stinging sensation in your cunt, but it only highlights the way he strokes your walls, already picking up speed. You can barely fit him all, but he rams it in, pinning his head against your cervix, smiling against your mouth at the way you whine pornographically.
“I’m gonna fucking ruin you.”
#anakin skywalker x reader#anakin skywalker x reader smut#anakin skywalker smut#alternate universe#au
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Welcome to Space Purgatory. May I Take Your Order?
Summary: So basically Kuaidul encountering the 8.88 million Velgearians in Valvelgear in whatever afterlife the Velgearians are in right now and giving them food because they wanted it.
That's the sell for this short fic.
And my copium after episode 95 which I'm STILL shocked even happened.
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53567335
Kuaidul was minding his own business in what he’d coined “purgatory” after his disappearance when he learned of what happened. Or rather, he deduced it from the sheer amount of Velgearians in familiar helmets that were appearing here at a rapid rate: Yudias’s comrades on the Valvelgear, surrounding him like a mob. Every single one of them…
The mere idea made a tremble wrack Kuaidul’s body and he had to bite back a gasp. This many of them already? But hardly any time had passed since his own death! How could that be? Kuaidul winced. Had his death set off a chain reaction that doomed all other Velgearians?
“It’s… already becoming so crowded here…” Kuaidul’s voice came out in a harsh breath.
“Bread! Bread! Bread!” A chorus of voices erupted around Kuaidul, making him flinch.
“Huh?” Kuaidul looked around wildly.
The mob swarming him began to disperse, then formed a line directly in front of him.
“Bread! Bread! Bread!” They were chanting in perfect unison. Their gazes, though obscured behind their helmets, were clearly fixed on Kuaidul.
“You… want bread?” Kuaidul raised an eyebrow.
“Yes! Yes! Bread! Bread!” What had to be millions of voices responded in a chant.
Kuaidul stared at them, frowning in confusion. However, it was an easy enough request to fulfil with his powers; with a flick of his hand, bread appeared in every pair of hands.
“Thank you! Thank you!” The voices of the Valvelgearians exclaimed before digging into their pieces of bread.
“No problem…?” Kuaidul turned, starting to walk away.
“Does this mean you’ll give us food everyday like Yudias?” That question, from only one of the Velgearian voices, gave Kuaidul pause.
He looked over his shoulder at the crowd. The millions of Valvelgearians had fallen silent, some munching on their bread, some already having finished, but all of them had their gazes glued to Kuaidul expectantly.
Kuaidul didn’t see a reason to deny them. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do in this purgatory and it was an easy enough request.
“I… could… sure.”
The Valvelgearians erupted into cheers and before Kuaidul knew it, he was swept off his feet and carried aloft by a cheering mob.
“Kuaidul! Kuaidul! Kuaidul!”
“U-um…” Kuaidul’s first instinct was to squirm away, grab his sword and defend himself but he paused at the realisation that they weren’t hurting him. Just sort of… carrying him for some reason.
“Th-this isn’t really… necessary…” Kuaidul tried to continue but trailed off. His words seemed… intrusive over the sounds of people cheering his name… It brought a warm smile to his face.
“It’s just bread,” Kuaidul eventually insisted with an amused huff. “It’s really not that big of a deal.”
“It is to us!” one of the Valvelgearians exclaimed.
“Kuaidul! Kuaidul! Kuaidul!” They continued to cheer.
Kuaidul couldn’t stop himself from smiling. “I can provide more than bread.”
The cheering, along with the Valvelgearian mob as a whole, suddenly came to a halt as they exchanged confused glances. They placed Kuaidul back on the ground, staring at him again.
“More than bread?” A fraction of them repeated in unison.
Kuaidul bit his lip. “As in… other food?”
“Other food?!” The eight million voices exclaimed in unison.
Before Kuaidul could continue, he was swept off his feet and carried again as another even louder cheer erupted from the crowd:
“Other food! Other food! Other food!”
Kuaidul was a mixture of unsettled and amused by the way these eight million Velgearians behaved similar to a hive mind. A hive mind that was cheering for him… just to get some food?
“Yes, other food.” Kuaidul dipped his head. “No problem.”
“Kuaidul! Kuaidul! Kuaidul!” The crowd erupted into more cheering.
“If you’d kindly put me down, I can provide some,” Kuaidul attempted to sound commanding through his amusement.
The Valvelgearians obeyed after a few moments of stunned silence, staring at him expectantly. Kuaidul deliberated before settling on giving them curry.
“Curry! Curry! Curry!” They all cheered before digging in.
Kuaidul turned away, gazing off into the distance. “Yudias Velgear… a warrior with no troops… He has a hard and lonely battle ahead of him…”
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Okay, so, random thought as an autistic burnt out gifted kid; does anyone else feel like the song ‘How the World Works’ by Bo Burnham is like, sorta how school is for gifted kids?
I don’t know, like Socko represents us, and at first he explains where he’s been, where he describes how he’s kinda just been floating in a seemingly inter-dimensional space in his perception, and he compares it to a constant state of sleep paralysis (which I’ve connected to executive dysfunction with us), and when asked to help Bo explain how the world works, he’s begins just telling the truth about how the world actually is instead of the narrative that school feeds us all the time, then when they stick people onto you that you’re supposed to explain how it works, you’re expected to be patient and understanding and explain it to a bunch of people you don’t even wanna be around at the tender age of 7.
Maybe it’s just me, or I’m just projecting, but I feel like it’s constantly our responsibility as young people to explain people out of their ignorance, which isn’t inherently bad, it’s just super tiring for a group of kids and/or teenagers to constantly be explaining why they deserve to exist ( i.e black young people, POC young people in general, queer young people, neurodiverse young people, and all of the intersectional bits of those things)
Then, after Bo says that he’s just “trying to be a better person”, Socko snaps and goes on a rant about how upper-crust first class white people constantly feel the need to insert themselves into every single socio-political or economically underdeveloped issue that exists in the current world in attempts to convince themselves they’re “part of the solution” when really, all they’re doing is throwing money (that, mind you, would amount to pocket change to them seeing as a lot of those rich people don’t pay taxes) at random charities without doing any research or actually wanting to make a difference, then call themselves activists when they make a few videos and talk about it for seven minutes out of the 525,600 minutes of the year. He says this isn’t about Bo, so he can either get with it, or don’t get in the way of people actually trying to make a difference.
Then, as what usually happens when we as (mostly if not all) neurodiverse gifted kids tend to go off on those kinds of rambles, as well as when we hit too close to home with information they don’t want us to “poison” the other peoples minds with, Bo proceeds to tell Socko to watch his language and the thing he said that really stuck out to me is he said “Remember who’s on who’s hand here!” And the way he says it is so chipper and he’s smiling and laughing as he says it, but the undertones are the same; “Watch yourself, don’t forget who controls you.” Which really hits home, because a lot of the time, if we step out of line, we’re told that we could ruin our lives with our behavior, and they threaten us with an array of things, like failing us, holding us back, all that stuff.
Socko, of course, literally stammers in shock and asks if Bo has been listening to anything he’s been saying, and when he tries to speak again, (and this is actually in the video, but even without it, it’s interesting to think about) Bo starts to put Socko away, to which Socko starts to scream and beg not to go back (again, I kinda associate this with us begging for resources and begging to not go back to toxic places we’ve been pulled out of, which applies to quite a few different circumstances)
He literally begs and pleads and apologizes for saying what he did, and then this happens:
“Are you gonna behave yourself?”
“…Yes.”
“Yes, what?
“Yes, si-”
“Look at me.”
“Yes, sir.”
And then Bo just starts singing again, and he says he hopes that’s Socko learned his lesson, to which Socko says he did and it was painful.
And right at the end of the song, they do the chorus and Socko’s voice is strained and just so worn out, and Bo rolls his eyes and rips him off his hand, to which Socko immediately screams “No- NO-!” Which I think is kind of a callback to if you don’t act like everything is fine and act like you’re supposed to (aka MASKING) they’ll stick you back where it hurts, and they won’t let you out til you promise to behave “like you’re supposed to”.
Anyway, that’s all.
#autism#autism rant#actually autism#bo burnam inside#how the world works#like the song#am i projecting?#probably#whatever#anyway this is what my brain did this time#autistic things#autistic rambling
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Changes: or to take the higher ground before it's too late
I'm going to be real here folks, I cry ugly tears to this song. Bad.
Changes is a song on Cam's album "The Otherside". It's country, it's folk and it's an album a bit influenced by changes in Cam's life (a change of label, personal life). She collaborated with Harry on the song Changes, as she opened for him on a venue and was already working with Tyler Johnson.
From what I gathered: Harry sent her the demo of the song, implying he made most of the writing on this one. What I'm basing this claim on is her interview for Rolling Stones (read it here):
I heard [the demo] and was just like, “Oh, this ache to outgrow something that you don’t want to outgrow!” It felt so good. I normally don’t take outside songs [...]
‼️DISCLAIMER‼️when analysing this song, I'm gonna go from the idea of it being written with a queer mindset (how surprising of me). Cam rendered the song beautifully and it is very much her own, but I believe Harry's input is consequential. After all that's his lil whistle and cute fishsona in the MV.
Sad queer analysis ahead.
Let's analyse the lyrics first:
There is a town
Somewhere down a country road
The speaker describes the town to us, from memory, from experience. "There it is, down the road, can you picture it ?"
I see it now
I take it everywhere I go
The speaker doesn't currently live in the town, they're on the move (nice throwback to the coutry road). But despite all the travelling, they realize the sedentary smalltown never leaves them. It's part of them. It left a mark on them.
The river sways, I can almost hear it now
As if to say, "You're not the only one who wants a way out"
The town is so real to the speaker they can sense it, eyes and ears. But it gets a bit dark: the river sways like it's trying to leave its bed. The river is envious of the speaker who managed to leave. The town is so toxic even nature wants to get away from it. Or the speaker resents the town so bad that they project their own resentment on the river.
So, I go
'Cause I don't wanna feel like I don't know you anymore
I memorize those roads
This is the call for the speaker to leave for good. Their motive doesn't seem to be ambitious or anything grand. They leave because they apprehend a feeling. Apprehending a feeling, something that may not even happen, is the way of an anxious person. Anxiety is the motive of their departure. However, they still memorize the roads leading to the town, just in case. Perhaps one day they'll come back.
Somewhere out in the big wild country
Someone's fallin' in love in a backseat
Givin' it away
Like their hearts won't ever break
Suddenly it's about love ! Young love, one that is lived in the small compartment of a car, somewhere hidden and safe in the big wild country. As if the countryside was unexplored and threatening.
God bless the young hearts sippin' cheap wine
Gettin' drunk with their friends for the first time
Thinkin' nothing's gonna change
'Til everything changes
The speaker looks at the youth with tenderness, wishing them the best. But once again, they're not in the town in the present time, they don't see the youngsters fooling around, they can only guess from first-hand experience. And it's very specific: falling in love, getting drunk with friends and thinking everything's gonna be easy like that forever until it's not and heartbreak ensues.
From there I hop in with the raw queer theme of those lyrics. It started by falling in love and it ended up in a heartbreak. In between, the speaker got drunk for the first time with their friends, people they trusted enough to let go a little, but in the end everything changed. Why ? Alcohol makes you forget about code of conduct, how you're supposed to behave. It makes you say or do things you might not have done sober.
We can interprete this chorus as the beginning of the end for the speaker. It's the only part of the song evocating the past, and it's fun and easy, but it's also where things started to get bad the way they are in the present. Something might have happened that first time the speaker got drunk and it marked the end of innocence and careless childhood, and it probably has to do with love as no other factor is provided apart from falling in love and heartbreak.
They never leave
They're all havin' babies now
Watchin' daytime TV
Livin' off the gossip of a cruel small town
They. With Harry, it's always You, Me, and They. They are having babies, all of them, like it's not a very difficult thing to do, it's just natural. They have the leisure of the day, not a thing to worry about, if not gossip. It's not implied anymore, the small town is downright cruel. Gossip fuels it, but on behalf of someone else, and that someone is most definitely the speaker who left and who describes its inhabitants in the most mundane way, perhaps with a hint of contempt. The speaker seems bitter.
So, I go
'Cause I don't wanna feel like you don't know me anymore
Don't recognize my face
Reprise of the pre-chorus except now, the speaker provides another reason for their departure. Not only they feared they wouldn't know the town anymore, they also feared being seen as a stranger. It's not like the speaker actually changed physically: but it might as well feel like it. Again, apprehension, anguish. As implied in the chorus, things changed to the point where the speaker feels they would seem like a whole another person to the rest of the town, a stranger, a threat to the integrity of the conservatives. So they leave before this shift in perception can happen.
There ain't nothing here for me anymore
They say they don't hear from me anymore
And I don't wanna hear it anymore
The town is not outwardly hostile. It's still the town that saw the speaker as a kid. The town doesn't understand why the speaker left, but the speaker won't give in and get in touch. They want to be as far away as possible, until they don't hear the questions, the river, everything. It's almost like the speaker doesn't carry the town in their heart at all. They want to forget it all, and it hurts everytime the town tries to lure them back in. The way Cam sings it is painful to me man
Somewhere out in the big wild country
I was fallin' in love in a backseat
Givin' it away
Like my heart won't ever break
Had such a young heart sippin' cheap wine
Gettin' drunk with my friends for the first time
Thinkin' nothing's gonna change
'Til everything changes
Yeah, just the confirmation of the chorus being the speaker's experience. I went ahead and assumed it was already lol but it's like a plot twist effect. It's dramatic. It's a personal song to someone.
TO MAKE IT SHORT to me this song is intense and very in touch with the queer experience. Though it describes a specific situation, it is surprisingly not that detailed or full of metaphors the way Harry often writes: this town could be literally any smalltown in the countryside. The backseat could be the one of any car, cheap wine is something any teen can afford. I like to think Harry wrote it for himself but is also aware so many people went through the same thing, and still will. I have to admit I'm heavily biased writing this, as the experience of a queer kid struggling to find their place in a well settled smalltown is familiar.
GETTING DRUNK AND QUEER IDENTITY is an analogy Harry already used in Fine Line when he sang "We'll get the drinks in so I'll get to thinking of her". To drink is to let go, to unveil the most subconscious aspects of yourself you might not want to deal with otherwise. You don't care about judgement and you get to explore those parts freely. In Changes, this is the last memory they recall before stating the changes and their departure. Perhaps getting drunk for the first time would be when they realized they're queer. Or acted upon it, causing their little world to shake. They chose to leave before it eventually wouldn't feel like a choice anymore. There is no life for people like them in a cruel smalltown.
SMALLTOWN BOY
This song reminds me an awful lot of Smalltown Boy by Bronski Beat. The song is about a queer boy having to leave the smalltown where he grew up because of persecutions and no future prospects.
Mother will never understand why you had to leave, Smalltown Boy
They say they don't hear from me anymore, Changes
But the answers you seek will never be found at home, the love that you need will never be found at home
There is nothing here for me anymore
Other people not understanding why they leave. People who can't truly empathize even when they mean no harm. They would never understand the speaker's departure, because those people get to find love and have babies and live a peaceful life in the countryside.
You were the one that they'd talk about around town as they put you down
Livin' off the gossip of a cruel small town
Yeah yeah. I really struggle with just seeing this song as nostalgia when such harsh words are being used. I do believe there is a part of fondness for that town, that countryside setting and the early days. But it's not all tender memories.
CHANGES AND ERODA
Of couuuurse we all noticed the adorable purple fish with the pearl necklace. It represents Harry, no question, as it whistles Harry's part. And of couuuuurse we all made the link with the erodian fish, and some even noticed they formed the bluegreener pair when their colors are inverted.
It makes sense for those fishes to be connected with this interpretation of Changes. Both works are about a small town, lost in the nature, where the people are watching, aware of everything that isn't normal, that is peculiar. The early life of the peculiar boy is similar in every way to the early life of the speaker in Changes. The fish in Adore You grows too big for the island and has to leave, and though Eroda makes amends with the peculiar boy, he leaves as well because his future, his fulfilment, is somewhere else. So does the speaker in Changes.
IN CONCLUSION
The more I write posts like this, the more endeared I am by Harry's world. How Harry writes for himself, but also for other people with songs like this. How nature finds its way in all that he does. How grounded he is, how he doesn't seem to forget where he came from. It really is such a rare thing to see in a mainstream popstar's writing and art. How can someone say he sold his soul to LA is beyond me
#very dear to my heart this song#was in the drafts for quite a long time too#but hey i took louis' new song as a cue lol#they do have parallels#though i feel like louis' change is way more accepting#louis' way more at peace with the idea of time passing and leaving the town behind#not saying harry still struggles or not but the story told in changes is more pain than healing to me#anyway love their brains love them muahmuah#my analysis#song analysis#harry styles
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I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself @hoegrove your Bond!au is just too strong.
Based on their post here ~
I hope you like it 🥺 🌹 it’s on ao3, if that’s easier for anyone to read 🌹
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013.
Fucking 013. Not 00.
Which meant he’d have to wait for whoever got the 00 status he deserved to either die or become incompetent.
“Congratulations, Hargrove. Report to HQ for briefing.”
He’d rather be headed for the private plane that would take him to some tropical location, where capitalist monsters waited for his bullet.
Hargrove stepped out of the elevator onto the spacious floor. He really wished HQ would renovate. The concrete floors, glass walls, and metal beams were urban but not chic.
He found the corresponding desk of his... “partner” of sorts. Every number had a letter. The computer and the muscle. As Hargrove removed his outer garment, though, only the computer desk was present, while the person -
“Could you not dump your nasty jacket on my work station?”
Hargrove sighed and found the loon - on a bicycle. He frowned. “What the hell are you doing on a bike inside?”
“It helps me think,” Q said, riding slow laps in between the cubicles. Granted, there weren’t many of them, and Hargrove was pretty sure he’d only ever seen Q and maybe three other people on this entire floor, unless there was a crisis.
Maybe that’s why he had yet to be promoted to 00. Too much peace.
“Take your jacket off my seat!”
“Jesus Christ,” Billy cursed. He balled up the ruined jacket and threw at the bastard’s head. To his credit, he didn’t crash into anything. “Clean freak.”
“That’s Q to you,” he barked, dumping the raggedy garment into the nearest bin.
“Sure, Steve,” he purred, knowing his partner loathed the fact that he had figured out his real name. Hargrove wouldn’t work for just anybody, after all. And he was a detective first. Hired gun second.
He didn’t actually need Q. So he told himself. But Steve sure came in handy.
“So help me god, Billy. Did you at least keep my pen intact?”
“Your what?” He landed in Steve’s spinning chair, forcing the guy to lean his bike against his cubicle and stand with his hands on his hips.
“My pen, dip shit. You know, the one that’s basically a Swiss army knife. The one sanctioned by HQ to one Asshole Hargrove - ”
“Oh, that,” he said distantly, gazing out at the city around them. “It broke.”
Not surprised, nor impressed, Steve remarked, “You realize that if some nerd civilian reverse-engineers half the shit you lose, we might be genuinely compromised, right?”
“Then make better stuff.”
“Stop losing it, and you might actually be 00 one day.”
Billy glared with all the menace a man could while having his chair rolled out of the way. Steve shoved him aside with his foot and entered his computer password before navigating to the corresponding case briefs. Billy let his head recline on the seat while Steve went through the list.
“Target?”
“Deceased.”
“Car?”
“Totaled, but returned.”
“Pen: lost in action. Suspect?”
“Null. Excellent in bed, though.”
“You’re a cliche.” Steve glared from behind his glasses.
“Stop giving me cases with attractive people, then,” Billy smirked. “Who’s my next target? Tell me they live somewhere expensive and sunny.”
“Like a desert?”
“No, like Marseilles.”
“Oh, Marseilles is nice,” Steve chirped distractedly. “If you like French people.”
Billy snorted, but it evolved into laughter. “What’s wrong with French people?”
“They’re French.”
“Wow. Picky.”
Steve giggled under his breath and said, “I’m sorry I don’t have a gig for you in France.”
“I’m sure I’ll managed,” Billy sighed. “What do you have?”
“Something more domestic.”
Billy exhaled through his nose, warranting a curious peek from Steve. “Yeah, that’s what I’m stuck with. One zero and domestic jobs.”
“You’ll get there,” Steve reassured. Softly. Which was...odd.
Billy’s head rolled over the back of the chair to stare at him. Steve quickly added, “If you stop breaking the shit I loan you.”
Billy looked toward the ceiling, pressing his lips into an impertinent line...
“Q.”
“Hm?” he asked while typing away.
“There’s a bird in here.”
Steve looked at him. “What?” and followed his gaze up to the metal rafters. A grey bird gazed right back at them. “Oh shit - ”
Billy already had his pistol out. One shot knocked the bird off its perch. It landed with a loud, metallic clatter.
Steve's body doubled over when Billy wrenched his arm in the direction away from the device, and not a second too soon. The force of the explosion knocked them both over one cubicle and roughly onto the concrete floor.
"Q," Billy growled when the guy scrambled to his feet and back to his desk. He reached underneath it, uncovering a baseball bat of all things, and swung right over his hard drive. Metal and plastic debris rained over the floor, and then he ran to the router standing on a low piece of furniture along the wall. He wrenched its cables out and smashed the thing too.
Then he looked up at Agent Hargrove. "We're compromised."
Billy was already moving toward the scattered carcass of the spy bird. They didn't have a lot of time. Already, another explosive rumble sounded beneath their feet, on another floor. Billy quickly found the piece he was looking for, and pocketed it before yanking Steve in the direction of the stairs.
"I need a car."
"You know where the garage is."
"You're coming with me. That thing heard both of our names."
Steve defended, "We both lost our original identities when we signed up for this bullshit."
"We don't know what we're dealing with yet," Billy reasoned. "Until then, you're safest with me."
"Well that's pathetic." His words might've landed better if they didn't rattle out of him while they did their best to sprint down several dozen flights of stairs.
"You're really sassing me right now? What are you gonna do with that bat?"
Steve ignored that to proclaim, "We need to get to my place. I have a backup computer connected to the system."
"And how do we know it's not compromised too?"
"Because it's mine. Not the system's."
Billy could only frown at him ever so briefly, but he pocketed that information away for another time. For now, they descended into the belly of their organization, where the garage of vehicles rested beneath the city. There, another argument awaited him.
"You're not taking the goddamn Camaro."
"I'm taking the goddamn Camaro," Billy retorted, already ripping the keys out of the cabinet Steve unlocked for him.
"It's loud as all hell!"
"So are you. Get in the car."
Another explosion shook the concrete columns of the garage. Steve ducked his head and coughed on the dust while he threw himself into the car a millisecond before Billy left tire tracks on the floor. "What are you doing?"
Steve was pressing buttons on the dash. Somewhere behind them, a mechanical part was moving in the car. "We don't know how many birds infiltrated the building. I'm rotating the license plates - egh!"
He collapsed against his seat when the car angled up to speed onto the city streets. Billy mused, "And what can you do for speed trap cameras?" and held up a middle finger to the camera angled over the four-way intersection.
"Nothing yet. We'll have to trade cars eventually."
"Not soon enough."
"What?" Steve all but screeched, and turned around to see behind them. "At least you're not the only stereotype in this business."
He got the words out a moment before the large, black SUV rammed into the back of the Camaro. "Put your seatbelt on."
"IT IS ON!"
Steve provided his own chorus of swears and exclamations while Billy navigated through the city, tossing his partner left and right in his seat, avoiding another collision with the SUV that would spin them out of control. When Steve began digging through the glove box and lowering his window, Billy bellowed, "What are you doing?"
"A PEN!" he yelled before throwing something behind them. A second later, the SUV's front lifted off the road so the whole thing fell onto its side.
It was Billy's turn to exclaim, "Those things explode?"
"YES THEY EXPLODE!"
"YOU NEVER TOLD ME THEY EXPLODE!"
"WHY DO YOU THINK I TOLD YOU NOT TO TAP THE PEN THREE TIMES?"
"YOU ARE SO GODDAMN LUCKY MY DICK HASN'T BEEN BLOWN OFF."
Steve pointed out the front windshield. "BILLY!"
Another SUV narrowly rammed them from the side, but Billy pulled on the brake and swung the car into a 180. Some civilian took the brunt of that particular attack, but Billy officially needed to get them the hell out of here. Whoever wanted their heads for trophies didn't care about national news.
Which was possibly the most dangerous piece of this mess. Arguably the most powerful component of a country was its press, and these assholes didn't care if they earned the media's or internet's attention.
It was another aspect in itself that Billy had ridden in one too many black SUV's. That would also account for someone's ability to install too many explosive birds in the building.
"Billy?" Steve piped when he drove down the stairs leading to the boardwalk along the river. Billy focused on the new car behind them. He looked across the river at the opposite riverbank, where the walls sloped up. He needed to get over there.
The car rattled as he sped up a flight of stairs to the street once more, but did a hard left onto the bridge that crossed the river.
Down the stairs again, this time slaloming over the ramped wall, keeping an eye on his rearview to see how tunnel-visioned the SUV behaved.
A hand gripped the wide bell of his forearm. "Billy," Steve rasped. There wasn't a stairwell at the end of this riverbank. Just a concrete wall.
Billy went up the ramp, and braked with a hard turn on the steering wheel. The SUV tried to brake in time, but the Camaro clipped the back tire, and it spun right over the side into the river.
Billy k-turned back in the direction of the stairs. He drove seamlessly into the midday, traffic, turning on his windshield wipers against the heavy drizzle. He glanced at Steve, who had not let go of his arm. At a stoplight, Billy's other hand overlapped his, earning a pale, ghostly stare.
"We need to get to the subway. Then your place."
Despite his shock, Steve nodded and said, "Two blocks down."
Billy found the station, lodged their car in a back alley between a Polish restaurant and a laundromat, and circled the car to help Steve out. "I'm fine," he said even as his knees gave out and he hung between his arms on the car door and roof.
"I see that," Billy replied. He nestled in close to wrap an arm around Steve's softer waist. "Put your weight on me."
He did, and Billy kicked the door shut behind them. "Do you have a metro card?"
"Do I have a metro card?" Billy snorted on their way to the entrance.
"You can't jump the turnstiles."
"I'm not leaving a paper trail. I don't know if my cards are compromised too. That bird sat right over your desk, pretty boy. Someone wanted a real close eye on you. Maybe even kill you. We can try and figure out who else was under surveillance later."
They did not earn approving looks from vaulting the turnstiles, but they made it to the train, and then forty minutes or so later, Steve's apartment. By then, his color had returned to his face, and Billy couldn't help but tease, "Do you always bring colleagues home?"
Steve sighed and didn't grace that with a response. He unlocked his door, and Billy perused the living room and its bay window. The place was nice. White walls. Light wooded floors. Colorful dish ware. A bedroom off to the right with an unmade bed, and a dining room to the left with an array of folders and a laptop on it.
Billy placed the broken bird piece beside the laptop. "I don't know how much you can get out of this. But it's a start."
Steve maneuvered around him and sank into the chair. "Help yourself to the kitchen."
Billy did exactly that, and only found a few hints at the neurosis of a tech genius: Steve's pantry was entirely filled with bags of chips and hot sauce. His apartment also wielded the same characteristic Steve used at work: cleanliness. There wasn't so much as a lingering cereal dish in the sink.
Billy went about scrambling some eggs, frying up some bacon, and heating up a box of leftover diner hash browns. He poured a bottle of white and brought the dishes to the table. He set the glass of wine in view of the laptop. "For your nerves. Try to eat something."
"Thanks," Steve murmured. He didn't touch his food, but Billy sat opposite him and plunged his fork into his eggs.
After he cleaned his plate, he started tapping the back of the laptop screen, causing whatever Steve was reading to bounce. As if tossed out of a reverie, Steve inhaled sharply and took his glasses off to scrub his face. Naturally, Billy chuckled and plucked up the glasses to see how the other half lived...
"Steve."
"Hmm?" he mumbled from inside his hands.
"Explain to me why your glasses are asking for 004 authentication?"
His hands lowered so he could see Billy wearing his glasses and the nearly invisible screens layered inside the glass. The muscles of his jaw ticked as he reached across the table. Billy let him remove the glasses, but his stare did not waver until Steve relented, "I'm not 004 anymore."
Billy blinked, hard, as he absorbed that. "When were you an agent?"
Steve pushed his fork around his plate. "Right as you joined."
"Am I really going to have to pull your teeth for this? Because someone must know who you are, or were. Knows enough to keep an eye on you. How many other 00s are retired into office work?"
"My whole team," he heaved. Surrendered. "It all happened too fast. I was elevated to 00 status and just as quickly flunked out of it. Then they gave me you."
Steve exhaled as if there was a whole lot more there. Then he added, "Consider this a mentorship."
Billy huffed and relaxed against his chair. "So my guardian angel is the one keeping me from my promotion."
It took a second, but Steve processed that and lifted his head. "What?"
"You. I don't get to be a 00 until a 00 gives me the okay."
Something shy of a grimace flitted across Steve's features. "Maybe you'd be one, if you learned how to say thank you. You're not god. I've saved your ass at least twice without even being in the same country as you."
"You're a P.T.S.D. case with a laptop. That's all."
"And you're a gun with childhood trauma and abandonment issues. Welcome to the fucking club. We have special glasses."
He stabbed his hash browns and started eating. Billy crossed his arms and brooded in silence.
Abandonment issues, my ass, he mused, but could not help but watch the man opposite him eat. He'd never actually seen Steve eat. He'd certainly always been available whenever Hargrove called, regardless of timezone or courtesy of sleep.
It's hypocritical to call him an angel and treat him as disposable...after you hauled him around like precious luggage.
Billy didn't like that thought one bit.
This job wasn't actually a business. It was a lifestyle. One that didn't grant angels or precious items. And the same voice that called Steve, Angel, kept whispering in Billy's mind.
Compromised.
Something moved in his periphery and he had his gun out before he even thought twice. "What the hell is that?"
Steve, to his credit, hadn't flinched. "The cartoons refer to it as a pussy cat. She wants your bacon."
The fluffy ginger that had jumped onto the table stared Billy down until he relinquished his last piece of bacon. "Why am I not surprised that you have a cat?"
"Considering your reaction, I'd say you were petrified."
"Shut up, Steve."
"No guns on the table."
Billy groaned and set the device on the console table behind him. "Yes, dear."
It was going to be a long case.
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$1 Smooches
Author: @alliswell21
Prompt: Everlark and a Kissing Booth [submitted by @mandelion82]
Rating: G
Author’s Note: Modern AU. ~1600 words
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“That game was rigged!” Katniss seethed.
“Lower your voice, Brainless! Do you want the carnies to curse you? I don’t, I’m standing right next to you!” Johanna hissed, slapping a hand over Katniss’ mouth.
“I’m sure carnival workers consider that a derogatory term,” Prim sighed, done with her companions silliness.
“Anything is offensive nowadays,” said Johanna, winded, after Katniss shoved her away.
Katniss scowled, giving another shove for good measure, “Cut it out, Johanna!”
Prim rolled her eyes. “You are aware, this is a charity event benefiting the hospital I work for, right? all booths are operated by volunteering hospital employees, which means the ring-the-bottle game wasn’t rigged,” Prim stared pointedly at her sister, “and nobody is getting cursed!” She glared at Johanna next, “Behave!”
There was nothing Katniss hated more than disappointing her baby sister. “I’m sorry, Prim, we’ll be better,” Katniss glared at her friend, “Right Jo?”
“Fine! But I demand a greasy, deep fried treat, and a big sugary drink to go with it!”
“Yay!” Primrose clapped, hooking her slender arms through her sister and friend’s elbows, “Lets have some fun!”
The trio came to a food booth, Prim piped in, “I’ll ordered us a funnel cake and two giant lemonades, you guys go find another game, I don’t mind waiting in line,”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah…and then we can go to the booth my department set up. My favorite nurse in the whole world is manning it!”
Katniss and Johanna walked past the inflatables and the bouncy castle, trying not to bump into families with rambunctious children, and then, they saw a ridiculously loud-excuse-of-an-eyesore-shack painted in pepto pink, decked to the gills with giant red and pink hearts sprouting from every corner of the stand, and a large, white sign crowning the top, announcing: “$1 Smooches”, spelled in blinking light bulbs, with a neon yellow arrow pointing downwards.
“A kissing booth?” Johanna arched her eyebrows, curiously.
The queue to the booth was very long and to Katniss’ surprise, composed mostly by female patrons.
“What. Is. that?!” Gasped Johanna, pointing to the booth while fanning herself with her free hand. Without further comment, Jo grabbed Katniss’ hand and marched straight for the kissing booth line.
“What—?”
“Come on Brainless, I have two singles in my wallet and a tube of chapstick ready for the hunk selling kisses!”
Katniss was momentarily confused, until she saw a muscular man with a boyish, lopsided smile, taking a crisp dollar bill from a very enthusiastic woman; a second later, the man puckered up his pink lips, and leaned forward, just outside the big window of the booth, forearms flexing deliciously against the sleeves of his polo shirt; a wayward curl of his ashy blonde hair fell over his forehead in just the right way.
“Oh!” Katniss gulped, falling into step with her best friend.
The line advanced impressively fast, for how long it was. In a matter of minutes, which was truly appreciated, since nobody particularly enjoyed being sandwiched between the baking sun and the suffocating blacktop of the lot. The girls were second to next line, but Johanna started sneezing uncontrollably, thanks to the cigarette smoke of a passerby.
“Ugh! This is a hospital’s parking lot! A no smoke zone!” Jo rasped angrily, “Here!” She shoved a balled up wad of cash into Katniss’ hands, and before her friend could stop her, she went after the smoking a-hole, to rip him a new one.
Katniss found herself at the front of line very suddenly, and the man beckoned her forward, lopsided grin, so inviting, she stepped up without consciously deciding to.
The man studied her quizzically for a moment, “Hello, there,” he greeted, “Are you an employee at Panem General, or are you a guest? You look familiar,” he said.
“Guest,” Katniss answered, a little too fast. She stepped backwards, rethinking her situation, the woman directly behind her, gave her a weak push forward, to keep her from stepping on her toes.
The man looked at the ball of cash in Katniss’ hands and smiled brightly. “Would you like to make a donation to Panem General’s pediatric wing? Every dollar counts,” he said softly.
Katniss nodded bashfully, not really understanding his words, too preoccupied with how velvety soft the man’s voice was. She handed him the whole wad, which apparently was $5 in crinkled $1 bills.
The guy took only one, and placed the rest of the money on the counter, next to Katniss’ hand, before leaning forward to brush his lips against Katniss’.
There was no telling how long the kiss lasted, but judging by the aggravated buzzing of complaints coming from behind Katniss, it had been long enough to warrant an annoyed calling out.
“Hey! Stop holding up the smooches!”
Katniss opened her eyes, shifting down to the ball of her feet. She hadn’t realized she’d closed her eyes and stretched on the tip of her toes during her kiss. She stared at the guy, who looked slightly dazed as he admired her back; his smile seemed even more crooked than before.
“Oh my gosh, you found our booth!” Prim cried out, startling Katniss. “Oh, and you met nurse Mellark!”
“What?!” The crowd behind Katniss grew restless and annoyed by the second. “I haven’t met any nurses—“
Katniss peered back at the booth suspiciously, expecting to see this nurse her sister spoke so much about, but the only person currently in the booth was the kissable blonde man, watching his sister with arched brows and surprise in his deep blue eyes.
“Hi, Peeta!” Prim waved, the guy in the booth waved back, but the next person in line stood in front of him, blocking his view.
“Wait…” Katniss pulled Prim further out, before the mob of angry women throttled them, “That man is nurse Mellark?” She asked, pointing back as discreetly as she could; the man was looking at them with badly veiled concern, while still trying to do his job, as host of the smooching booth. “You mean to tell me, the handsome man kissing half the fair is the nurse Mellark you’re always gushing about, with the home baked cookies and the cute little drawings for the oncology patients?” Her gray eyes x-rayed her sister.
“Uh, yeah,” Prim sounded a bit too nonchalant. “He’s amazing, let me tell you,” she sort of mumbled, studying her cuticles.
“Hey! What did I miss?” Johanna came back munching on a box of nachos, swimming in melted cheese. “Oooh! Elephant ear!” She said, snatching the funnel cake Prim was holding awkwardly.
“Primrose forgot to mention that her most favorite nurse in the whole world is a HE!” Katniss snapped.
“What?!”
“What’s so wrong about that? Men can be nurses,” Prim shrugged.
“But you didn’t tell me he was a man!”
“Well, you didn’t tell me you were a sexist pig, Katniss.”
“I am not!”
Johanna giggled, stuffing her face with fair food.
“Nurse Mellark is a great care provider who loves children and does his absolute best to bring joy during the worst time of our patients’ lives…What does it matter if he’s a guy? He’s great! What did you expect anyway?” Prim countered defensively, stubbornly.
“I don’t know! An elderly lady, with lots of motherly wisdom or something… I mean, every time you talked about nurse Mellark, you mentioned delicious homemade pastries, and finger paints, and sweet bedtime stories… I never pictured nurse Mellark to be so…”
“Manly,” Johanna finished, looking at the man in the booth, dreamily, finally having caught on. “He’s more of a tall tree trunk I’d like to climb like a koala bear in heat… now where’s my cash, brainless, my lips are ready for some smacking,”
“Johanna!” Katniss growled, but her friend waved her off. A thought occurred to her just then. “Prim…” Katniss whispered into her sister’s ear, “Are you…okay with this?” She said motioning to the 20 or so women in line. “Are you okay with all these people kissing nurse Mellark?”
Primrose’s lips twitched, “Why wouldn’t I be? This booth was sort of my idea… it was actually more about Doctor Odair selling the kisses, but nurse Mellark was very good sport, volunteering, ” She rolled her blue eyes.
“Mmm… I just thought, maybe you had a thing for him?”
“For Peeta?!” Prim said loudly, before laughing hysterically.
Katniss’ eyes shifted everywhere, and to her chagrin, the man in question— Peeta, apparently— looked up at his name.
“Not so loud!” Katniss hissed, but got interrupted by a booming voice.
“Ladies, it is time for me to take a break.” Announced nurse Mellark— Peeta— A chorus of disgruntled patrons filled the air, but the man raised his hands placatingly, “Not to worry everyone, my pinch hitter, Doctor Odair, is ready to take over!”
As if by magic, the most attractive man Katniss had ever seen in her life— besides the beautiful male nurse, of course— popped from beside nurse Mellark and a collective swooning sigh rapped over the small crowd.
Prim laughed. “Come on, I’ll introduce you guys properly. You’re going to love Peeta!”
“Hell no! I’m paying double for the new guy! You gals go ahead,” Johanna called, wolf whistling at the newcomer, waving two dollar bills in the air.
A moment later, Prim had dragged Katniss to meet her most favorite nurse, secretly crossing her fingers as she made introductions…she thought Peeta and Katniss were perfect for each other, and she wholeheartedly hoped they would kick it off right away, so when she was wrinkly and white haired, she could tell her grand nephews and nieces the story of how their grandma paid a dollar to kiss their grandpa for the very first time.
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Humans are Space Orcs, “Animal Planet Hungry.”
You guys liked the last stuff, so here is some more.
“We have just had the opportunity to meet a real life alpha human in their den. Led by doctor krill, we have been able to touch one of these fascinating creatures and interact with him on some level, and now we are following him through his lair as he seems to have heard something. Look, he seems to have stopped.”
The camera crew pulls to a halt, and the group nearly trips over each other trying not to get to close to the human who begins to tilt his head this way and that as if listening to some sound. Dr krill moves forward to stand next to the human who grunts and hoots at him in the strange primitive language.
A moment later they begin walking again, and suddenly they can hear the sound of distant noises. It echoes badly in the microphone of their recording equipment, so it is difficult to tell what it actually is, but the closer they get, the more it sounds like human vocalizations, chaotic and loud, much louder than those that the human had made so far. Nervously they shift hiding behind the doctor and the alpha human who walks, relaxed at the front of the group.
The camera zooms in on his back highlighting the powerful way in which his shoulders move to match his body, and the surprising grace with which he balances upright as he moves down the hallway.
“Now doctor, can you tell us a little bit about the strange covering that human wears. I mean besides the Rundi and a few members of my own species who have adopted the style, they seem to be the only one who cover their bodies.”
Krill turned to look at them with a dark expression, “Well…. That is a status symbol. It has been tradition, since great antiquity of the humans, to wear ...” He leaned in close, “the skin of those animals they have hunted.”
There was a gasp around the circle as they stepped back staring at the human in shock and disgust.
“What is the human wearing now.” One of them squeaked pointing towards the fabric covering the human’s legs.
The doctor looked back at them, “Oh that, that is…. A Denim!”
The camera crew recoiled in horror staring at the poor denim which had been fashioned into pants for the human to wear, “But that’s ot it.” That, “he pointed at the heavy brown material covering the human’s shoulders, that is a Polyurethane.” More quiet sniveling, whatever the creature HAD been, it must have been large and frightening o have a skin that thick, “And what is worse, the humans save the most savage for last, the greatest disonor to poor poor…. Cotton.”
“A cotton, what is a cotton.”
“It is used primarily as under-clothing next to their most unsanitary bits.”
A chorus of ewing
The human turned his head at the sound. The corners of his mouth pulled down in the direction of the doctor who looked back at him with a shrug. The human made a hissing noise at Krill who just waved him off, “Oh behave yourself, human.”
The little furry lines above the human's eyes raised, and then he did something most unsettling, he flashed the white’s of his eyes at Krill before rolling the colored part of the orb back into place. The group of them flinched at the expression, “What was that?”
“He is trying to communicate dominance to me, it is not working.”
The human let off a sharp burst of air from his nose and turned away with a strange shaking of his head.
They continued down the hallway, and the noises grew louder. It was definitely the sound of other humans, and there were more than one of them, which meant there was a group, and that thought was absolutely terrifying for most of the crew members who began to fall back behind afraid of what they were about to see.
The noise was close by now just ahead and around the corner.
Ahead of them, the alpha was just about to step into the hallway, when a sudden eruption of whirling limbs and glittering white teeth roared around the corner. The human leaped back with incredible speed nearly tripping over the doctor who dodged out of the way. The crew members squealed in fright as the two humans went rolling past them locked together by their powerful limbs, both trying to pin the other to the floor.
leg s flailed and feet kicked nearly knocking a camera from someone’s hand.
The crew members ran back up the hall in absolute terror.
“HEY BOTH OF YOU KNOCK IT OFF!” There was a sudden pause in the group as they turned.
“Get this on camera Damn it!” Mendex ordered from where he was hiding behind one of his cameramen. The camera is fumbled around for a bit and the screen shows mostly the floor and then a wild spinning as the hallway flies past and then is brought back into focus.
On the other end Krill stands between the two humans having pushed them apart.
The aliens watch in fascination as the humans stagger to their feet opposite each other with the doctor standing in the middle.
“Are you alright doctor!” Medex called, “Is everything ok. Are we safe?”
Dr. Krill looks up at them, “You are safe now. I have subdued the humans, though that was only their play fighting. If they were actually fighting I wouldn't have had such luck.”
“That was their play fighting.”
The two new humans looked down the hall at them one with hazel eyes and the other with a sort of honeyd amber. They hooted in confusion and looked over at the alpha. What ensued was a strange gibbering between the three of them punctuated by wild articulations of the arms and the face.
Teeth were flashed seemingly at every other second.
The speed at which they communicated nonverbally was fascinating.
Krill motioned them forward, “Now, come here come here. With the alpha protecting us, we should have no problem with the rest of the pack. This time he is only able to get the aliens halfway up the hall before completely giving up and allowing them to wait there.
“How did you do that.” One of the breathless cameramen asks.
“How did I do what?”
“How did you break them up…. Wasn’t that super dangerous.”
The doctor stand sup rather straight patting one of the humans on the leg. The two humans exchange a strange expression before going back to staring at krill, “That is for one simple reason, and that reason being the human social hierarchy. As i have said before, that over there is the alpha.” The human in question raised his head almost as if he was interested in what they had to say, “The alpha is the most important human on the crew and tells everyone else what to do, however there is a structure below him. I am what might be considered a beta in this category. The only human I let boss me around is the captain.”
One of the humans made a hooting noise, and the other three burst into fits of that strange revving noise showing their teeth at each other. The doctor looked over to glower at them, “Better keep your mouth shut, or I will make sure to order you another physical.” The humans stopped the noise they were making
“If one of you had tried this, you likely would have been torn apart.”
More strange noises from the humans which was quickly silenced by a growl from the alpha.
“What were they doing Like why were they fighting, was it just play fighting, or was it something specific.”
The doctor stood there smiling, “Oh probably fighting each other for mating rights or something similar.”
The humans gurgled something towards the doctor crossing their upper limbs over their chests.
Krill ignored them, “yes, it is often that the less desirable humans fight each other for dominance. In this case, these humans are very ugly, and so need to show their prowess through combat.” The chattering grew louder, and the alpha started up on that strange revving noise again.
One of the humans loomed over Krill form the side.
The crew shrunk back in concern, “Dr…..”
“Don't worry, they won’t hurt me. I am too valuable and high up in the social hierarchy to allow it.” The humans eventually backed off beginning with a deep rumbling in the back of their throats.
“Are there any times in which you find yourself worried for your safety, doctor?”
The little creature shrugged patting one of the humans on the leg. There was a short little back and forth between the alpha and the omegas, but eventually the creature lowered itself to allow the doctor access to it’s short spiky fur. He made a strange humming sound as Krill patted the top of it’s head.
Oh I am worried for myself every day…. “Mostly when the humans get hungry.”
The alpha had moved a bit closer kneeling on the floor with Krill and the other human. The third joined suit so now Krill stood in a semi circle of humans patting one of them while he continued to speak. He prodded one of the humans, “Open your mouth.” The human made a strange expression at him, but he did it again until the human complied. The group of them stepped back a bit in disgust as the slimy interior was opened up to them.
“You of course now what teeth are. However, generally in the intergalactic community, teeth are made a different way, usually out of some sort of hard deposit built up in the mouth. Other species have beaks and use rough areas in their mouth to grind up their food. Humans on the other hand have a special set of bones in their skull, that is specifically designed to rip their way through the inside of the mouth and poke out. These white things right here, these teeth, are-”
“Bones!” Someone stammered, “They…. They rip their prey apart with sharpened bone… that grows in their mouths.”
“Thats…. That's hideously fascinating.” mendex said, from where he had ended up, still lurking behind his camera crew unintentionally, or perhaps very intentionally in the safest place in the group if the humans were to suddenly attack.
“And what is that?” Someone asked pointing back towards the human.
“Oh that, yeah that is a tentacle. Humans only have one in their mouth and it allows them to manipulate their food and make the strange vocalizations they have.”
“I wasn't aware that humans had tentacles.”
“Not tentacles A TENTACLE. The human mouth must remain wet at all times in order to digest their food. While most species start the digestion process in the stomach, if they do possess such an organ, humans begin the digestion process in the mouth with enzymes which begin the breakdown process, makes it easier for them to digest greater amounts of food, and food that is generally harder for other species to eat.”
“Wait, hold on…. You said you get worried when the humans are hungry…. Why is that?”
The camera zoomed in on the humans. The alpha licks his lips wetting the skin with a layer of digestive slime. His eyes focus on the camera crew who can’t help but back away in a measure of concern.
The other humans look between each other and then turn their heads towards the crew. Their eyes are very still and very focused. Together the three of them fall into a sort of low crouch hungrily staring at the group of cowering aliens.
Krill glowers at the humans just as another one was licking their lips, “Well, Case in point. Now would probably be a good time to feed them.”
“What…. W-what do humans eat?” Cme a trembling voice from the back.
Doctor Krill patted his hungry humans on the leg, “Oh, I think the better question is…. What don’t they eat.”
Shuffling and nervous swallowing.
“Some humans will eat anything plants, fungus, non food items, but their most popular item of food, is o take another creature, skin it, dismember it, chop it into little pieces, and then light it on fire.”
It was almost surprising that the camera crew didn’t pee themselves upon hearing that.
As if to punctuate the point the final human licked their lips as if hungry for what the doctor was talking about. The other two humans were making some sort of ace at each other though it was hard to determine what it all meant. Out of all the species in the galaxy, humans have the most complex system of nonverbal cues. Facial expressions, while common in other species, are more prevalent in human society.
“Y-you have to be joking.” Someone peeped.
“He’s a Vrul they don’t joke.” Someone else whispered from behind
Krill remained stoic, “Well what did you expect when you showed up here. Humans are known for being entirely insane, so why wouldn't they eat fiery dismembered corpses?’
#humans are space orcs#HUMANS ARE WEIRD#humans are insane#humans are space australians#humans are spaceoddities#earth is a deathworld#Earth is space Ausralia
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An au where Nancy is an elementary school teacher and Ace is a pizza delivery dude and all of the kids are like, in love with him for bringing pizza so Nancy asks him to stay and they hit it off. Based on the pizza guy tweet from whitepeopletwitter idk why this feels like ace and nancy
Hey, this is Izzie writing this one! I just saw that post, so I know exactly what you’re talking about and I love the idea. Enjoy!
“Ms. Drew, when’s the pizza coming?” Nancy looked down to see little Judy tugging on the hem of her pullover. Nancy held back a sigh. This was the seventh time someone asked her in as many minutes, and she was starting to regret mentioning the pizza party she was throwing for her study-weary second graders. Nancy tucked a lock of red hair behind her ear and mustered her brightest smile.
“Soon, honey. The delivery is scheduled for eleven.”
“Eleven?”
“Yes dear. Actually, while we’re waiting, will one of you please help me count the minutes until eleven?”
Nancy watched as little James clambered up a chair to point at the analog clock above the classroom door. Silence laced with anticipation fell over the room as James tapped his finger against the lines of the clock three times. Much to Nancy’s relief, peace ensued for the next three minutes until Liam, who was generally behaved enough to know not to stare out of a window during reading time, pointed enthusiastically at the front drive. “Pizza! Pizza!”
The rest of the students rushed to the window, watching the delivery man, each of them taking up the chant. The delivery man, who Nancy noticed with a start looked about her age, heard the children through the open window, paused with the pizzas in one hand, pulled off his cap, and gave an exaggerated bow, as if he were a magician who successfully made a rabbit disappear. To her surprise, Nancy was laughing along with the rest of her class. The students watched as he entered the building, and they all rushed to the door, bouncing up and down and chanting their pizza chant.
“Pizza delivery for a Nancy Drew?” The man asked as he stepped in front of the open door. He stretched his arms above the heads of the bouncing children, and Nancy graciously took the boxes from him. She turned to place them on a table, and when she looked back at her students, they were all trying to give the delivery man a high-five at the same time.
“Thank you for the pizza,” Nancy said, trying not to laugh at the awe in her students’ eyes. Apparently, all it took for her students to fall in love was a pile of pizza.
“Any time,” he said, giving her a half smile. Nancy was struck with the sudden realization that he strikingly familiar. Nancy felt it rather unkind to drag a person all the way to Horseshoe Bay Elementary school with boxes of pizza and not offer him at least a slice.
“Hey, do you want to stay?” Nancy asked, startling herself and, to her surprise, her students too. They looked between the two adults eagerly. Clearly they wanted pizza man to stay.
The guy tilted his head at her for a moment. “Sure, I can spare a minute.”
A chorus of “yay”s and “pizza!” could be heard in room 103 as Nancy and the man distributed plates of pizza to the students, who formed a circle on the multicolored rug, munching away while surreptitiously glancing over their shoulders at the adults, who were perched on top of Nancy’s desk.
“No surname to go with Ace?” Nancy asked Ace after he told her his name.
Ace shook his head a little, his earring dangling. “Nope.”
“I bet George loves that. She always shouts people’s last names when they aren’t doing what they’re supposed to do at the Claw.”
Ace nodded. “You worked at the Claw back when it was a seafood joint right?”
“How’d you know that?” Nancy asked, confirming his question without really answering.
“Everyone knows Nancy Drew. You solved every mystery to be solved in Horseshoe Bay before you gave it up to teach kids.”
Nancy laughed. Ace wasn’t wrong. “I still solve mysteries you know.”
Ace turned to look at her in surprise. “Really?”
“Oh yeah. Turns out Maggie’s missing candy bar was in Leo’s stomach.”
“Riveting.”
Nancy laughed and tucked her hair behind her ear. Ace was looking at her strangely.
“You know, they have escape rooms every Saturday at the community center. You’d fly through them of course, but if you wanted to go this week, I’d be happy to stand by like an idiot while you got us out of there.”
Nancy laughed again. “I’d love that. Here,” Nancy reached back to slide open her desk drawer, pulling out her phone. “What’s your number?”
Ace recited his number to her right as his own phone started buzzing. He glanced down at it. “George is demanding to know where I am.”
“I’m sure she’s got some choice words for you thrown in there.”
“Obviously.” Ace stood up, and Nancy stood too.
“Class! Say thank you to Mr. Ace before he leaves!”
“Thank you Mr. Ace!” the students called, waving their greasy hands. Nancy followed Ace to the classroom door. Judy followed her, wrapping herself around Nancy’s thigh.
“Ms. Drew, if you marry Mr. Ace will he bring us more pizza?” Judy looked up at Nancy innocently.
Ace and Nancy grinned at each other, both of their faces turning red. “We’ll think about it Judy.”
“Okay!” Judy said, untangling herself from Nancy and skipping away. Ace looked back at Nancy.
“See you Saturday?”
“See you on Saturday.”
Nancy stood in the doorway as Ace walked away.
“Can we have another pizza party next week?” a student asked her as she sat on her chair at the rug, facing them.
“Of course,” Nancy said, mentally cursing Ace’s job. Getting him to visit sure was going to cost her a lot of money.
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"And you really wondered why a lot of succubi can't stand turned sinners like you when you literally talk about them like they are worthless. I'm sure you though you would easy just make your way up the latter with all your power but things aren't that easy not even for you and they sure as hell won't get easier if you make everyone dislike you"
"My goodness, when did I ever say that succubi are worthless? Please, point it out—I do believe I've wrangled my speech-to-text program into behaving itself by now, but if it slipped in a word I didn't mean, please! Tell me so I can issue a correction, won't you?
"Or are you referring to the fact that I mentioned that succubi are the lowest rank an ex-sinner can achieve? Why, I hardly meant that as an insult, only as an objective statement about the hierarchy in Hell! In the same way that a private is lower-ranked than a general, succubi are lower-ranked than any other group of demon but hellhounds and imps. Low-ranked doesn't mean lowly.
"Or are you referring to the fact that I aspire to another rung on the ladder? The fact that being a succubus for the rest of eternity isn't for me doesn't mean I think it's for nobody, much less that it's worthless. One rum-runner wants to own his own distillery while another rum-runner is delighted to have a job that lets him see the country and have the occasional heart-pounding encounter with law enforcement! While one dancer's dream is to be a prima donna, another dancer's dream is to be swept away by the exhilaration and camaraderie of being a perfectly synchronized part of a flawlessly coordinated chorus line! And so on!
"Anyway, you're wrong about two things. One: I never expected it to be easy to climb the ladder. I expected my magic to be an advantage—and it is—but I also know the statistics on ex-sinners that climb higher than succubi are incredibly low. It took me over eighty years just to get this far, and every single other ex-sinner had just as hard a road to make it this far. If only the crème de la crème ever make it from sinner to succubus, and only a tiny fraction of those make it from succubus to anything else—well, let's just say I'm certainly aware of the work in front of me.
And two: I don't wonder why hellborn demons can't stand humanborn demons. I hear it every day! Hellborns don't like ex-humans because, according to them, we are:
imposters
invaders
intruders
uptight
uppity
uncivilized
colonizers
convicts
"criminals and villains who couldn't integrate into polite society, which is why they were sent to Hell in the first place"
"probably all perverts, pedophiles, and rapists."
"all a bunch of close-minded prudes who have been soaked so long in Christianity that normal demons can't wear a thong around one without them gasping."
bad influences on your neighborhoods
liable to bring down the angels on the six safe rings
nothing but gold-diggers and social-climbers who will shamelessly sleep our way to the top
strange, ignorant foreigners who don't understand Hellish culture and history and don't want to learn
"a bunch of goths and edgelords" that fetishize the fantasy version of Hellish culture that exists in mortal realm media
pretentious, smug, and self-righteous, by virtue of the fact that God constructed the universe to cater to human life
"naturally aligned" with Heaven and God and therefore the "natural enemies" of Hell and its citizens
only willing to socialize with fallen angels—who are also "naturally aligned" with Heaven—while snubbing Hell's native people
unable to break our emotional ties with humanity and liable to always choose humanity's good over Hell's good, and thus unreliable and inferior at jobs that involve corrupting Earth
superior at jobs that involve corrupting Earth due to our unfair advantage at understanding human culture, and therefore automatically selected for Earth jobs over other equally-qualified succubi
stealing a wide variety of other jobs that could and should go to hellborn demons
driving wages down because we're willing to work for a pittance just to get out of Pride
"unable to feel real love or appreciate family bonds" due to the fact that sinners lose the ability to have children and start families, and so the familial instinct supposedly "fades" the longer we've been dead.
liable to "sl#t-shame" natural-born succubi and refuse to integrate into succubus culture
liable to "out-sl#t" natural-born succubi and give them a bad name by giving sinners the idea succubi will sleep with anyone at any time
just plain ugly.
"Did I leave any important ones out? It's quite a lot to remember, all the reasons I'm loathsome—especially when the list contradicts itself!"
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How the Boys Give/Recieve
A/N: GOOD EVENING/GOODNIGHT Y'ALL IT'S 3AM WHERE I AM LOL. TAGS: @royaltywritesstuff, @burnedbyshoto, @ikinabi . I HAD ANOTHER NAUGHTY HEADCANON IDEA AND WANTED TO SHARE THEM WITH YOU GUYS. THIS HC IS LONG AF, SORRY IN ADVANCE BUT ENJOY THE FOOD. THE CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP (18+). THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT.
☀️🌞MIRIO🌞☀️
Give:
My baby is sweet and kind! Hella, eager to eat you like his last meal!
Will tell you to pee before and after sex (because he cares).
After you come out of the bathroom, there are towels for your body and pillows for your head. (He's always prepared).
He gets cocky when you get comfortable on the bed, telling you, “You’re gonna need the pillows big time.” You don’t even bother asking why, but your imagination roams.
When he lays you down, he grazes your legs lightly. It’s therapeutic but also makes your senses aware and sensitive to his touch. Mirio is a little impatient to taste you, so he won't tease you longer than 30 seconds.
This dude will literally whisper "ITADAKIMASU" to your pussy. You're going to melt.
“Hey Sunshine, I’m sorry I lied to you. Remember how I told you I love to eat Ramen, it turns out that’s my second love. My first is you.”
Melt, reform, then EXPLODE.
His kisses are littered all between your inner thighs, reminding you how wonderful you are. Goes on to call you his Sunshine and Sunflower.
He's hella skilled because you taught him what you liked. He always pays attention to your body. From your breathing to the way your thighs shake.
His tongue on your clit is a signature of, many swivels, sucks, and spelling "I love you."
Receive
He’s a beefy boi, so imagine what’s underneath the underwear. Change your hero name from Lemillion to LePacking, honey
He's very enthusiastic, damn near antsy all from you just touching or staring at his piece.
He calls his cock "Your Love Rod" or "Man muscle" I'M CACKLING
It's really all jokes, but if you do say it while stroking him, dick gon twitch something crazy.
He gets all shy when you’re talking to him before placing your mouth on his tip. Jokingly tell him, “Your precum is enough to put in a cup, baby.” His face is gonna be RED.
Enveloping his cock in your mouth was trouble at first, but now you gobble him up like a thick ass banana. He’s always vocal, from light moans to deep groans. Very loud at times, groaning your name, telling you, “Damn, you’re so fucking good at this.” He’s usually out of breath.
He likes to grab your hair or the back of your head and apply a little pressure. He won’t always do it, but he knows you like the contact. Mirio’s eyes will occasionally be closed as his muscles tense.
Sometimes you'll say, “Focus on me," and as soon as your eyes meet, you suck him off like a jolly rancher. His face is stuck in surprise and lust.
Bonus: Also, sidebar because thanks to @coconutnunnicorn , I will add that this fool does come home one day with that funny ass elephant hammock g-string, and it makes for a weird night. You spend an hour laughing, trying to breathe air back into your body, but that goes nowhere. He makes the noise, and you fucking lose it all over again. Imagine Mirio singing the chorus to Work It by Missy Elliot. We really love this dork lmao
❄SHOUTO🔥
Give:
His hands are so skilled, whether it's to massage your back, feet, or hands. So imagine how it feels when he massages your inner thighs.
Its the most sensual feeling imaginable. Shouto takes pleasure in pleasing you since you do for him in so many ways.
He doesn't just focus on your clit because that's not the only way of pleasure (he looked it up on google and tried new methods on you)
He likes to lick your inner and outer lips (labia majora and minora) since it shocks you, sometimes you'll hear a low chuckle and die on the inside from the heat of his mouth fanning over you.
His kisses to your clit are just as passionate as if he was kissing the lips on your face. He doesn't hold back from massaging your inner thighs, either.
He loves to squeeze and kiss them might leave a couple of hickies after stimulating you.
His thick fingers are always hooked inside you, waiting for your walls to clench around him.
Your moans are chaotic cries as you whisper or shout his name.
Receive
So you pretend like you don't know what you're doing with him at times since his size is abnormally thicc. You tease him saying he can't fit in your mouth.
Shouto is so fucking sassy, so he looks at you like, "Oh yeah? And yet you called me during your break telling me to shove it down your throat."
You giggle while rubbing your hands down his chest, taking tiny licks at his shaft. They start gentle and rise to be longer. Your tongue circles his tip and boom, you’re deepthroating him.
His eyes shoot the deepest level of lust you can fathom as you give him eye contact. A cheeky smile creeps upon his face as he praises you.
“You take me so well” headass
Suck his tip like a Capri sun, and his toes will curl, but if you swallow his whole cock, he might lose control, and his quirk goes off. How do that D*ntyne Fire and Ice taste?
😈SHINSOU👿
Give:
Ultimate tease, swear to our lord and savior, cory in the house.
He likes to overstimulate you, lightly pressing his hands into your inner thighs, repeatedly saying that you're good enough to eat. Kissing your hip bones as he leaves hickeys and love bites from your belly button to above your knees.
"All of a sudden, I think I'm a cannibal" That line is gonna make you look at him with worry until his warm tongue meets with your awaiting bundle (compliments to Lyssa lmao)
Your moans make him suck and swivel faster until you release.
Your body heaves up and down fast as you try to regain your composure.
Shinsou is the type to close your thighs on his neck or face then ask, "You think we're done, Kitten?"
He gets back to business, and in between licks on your overstimulated clit, he says, "I - don't - think - you’re - loud - enough." His finisher move to end all your orgasms is spelling your name because you’re all he thinks about.
Waking up the morning after, your voice is gone, but he's already making you tea and your favorite breakfast.
Receive:
THICKY WITH THE STIFFY UH
He listens to 69 once, and that’s how he initiates head with you almost every time.
You wanna slap the shit out of him but take it out on his cock instead. Which he likes.
His cock is long with a decent girth. Like when you slap it up with your hands or lips, usually, he bites his own lips watching you do it. His dick twitches wild when you gargle him.
He likes to see how long you can keep eye contact, especially if he’s pulling your hair. I feel like he doesn’t mind your teeth grazing his skin because it’s a testament to how big he is in your mouth.
He’s disgusting in the sense where he likes you to spit all on his dick, “Wet it up nicely, Kitten.”
💥KATSUKI💥
Give:
Everything is a damn competition for this bastard. How many times can you cum? How fast will your legs shake? How many times will you pull his hair?
He pays close attention to your reactions.
He has a big mouth and knows how to use it.
So many times you'll tell him he's a shit talker and he grabs his junk saying, "And you know I can back it up. Now get on the fucking bed".
Sometimes he's rough on purpose because you react a little differently. And it's not the awkward way, but sometimes when you tell him to keep going, he goes beast mode on the pussy.
Grabbing your breasts or thighs, grunting as he eats. He licks your entire vaginal area. The first time he did it, you laughed because it tickled, but now it's become an overwhelming sensation for you.
You grab his hair with your thighs/legs tightening around his head, trying to push him away. But he grabs your thighs tighter, spreading you as wide as possible while holding them down.
You try to struggle, but he says, "Princess, I'm trying to eat. Are you going to let me?" After you nod, he says, "Then open your fucking legs, or I won't let you cum."
After you behave, he starts slow and but gradually gets faster and acts more ravenous than before.
He likes to spell out his (full) name fingers deep in you because, like I said, he fancies a challenge.
Receive:
He can be a real roughhouse at times
This asshole doesn’t care how you decide to suck him off, he’s a meaty big boi and loves threatening you with his dick.
EXAMPLE: “Bakugou, why the fuck did you delete the new episode of my favorite show.” “Because I’m tired of you fucking whining about you missing it.” “Well, how the fuck does this change what I’m going through?” “You’ll be quieter.” “Fuck you, Ratsuki” “Say it louder so that I fuck your mouth.” As you’re about to say something, he throws you DVDs of the whole fucking season. Before you can thank him, this entitled little bitch says, “You want an apology, you can suck it out the tip of my cock.”
Usually, you would get mad, but you happily oblige yanking his shit damn near from his body.
He curses you out, but you end up stroking him, a hand gripped tightly around his shaft with your mouth like a sturdy suction cup. He is surprised by your force as he adjusts while seated. He wants to hold your head down but wants to see how far you go without his help, shit-talking in the midst of it all, “Yeah, baby, I told you, you’ll be quieter.”
You roll your eyes and lick his tip gently.
Any other time he's not an asshole, you are a PRO with his THICC stick of dynamite. Sucking, Spitting, SLURPING (BECAUSE HE LOVES THE SOUNDS) HE THINKS HE'S BETTER THAN SPAGHETTI OR ANY POPSICLE YOU PUT IN YOUR MOUTH. You joke about how he's not gluten-free, and he will groan, making you laugh and making him nut.
Whether on purpose or accident, he says, "Here's your new skincare." If you know, you know.
Bonus: First, imagine your neighbors hearing this little argument, 0-100000 real quick. Second, imagine making Bakugou nut after you’ve over-stim him just because you laughed. Does that make him sensitive, or just hearing you laugh made him reach his limit? Also, I got the apology line from the artist ChuuRingo on Twitter!
🌋EIJIROU🌋
Give:
This man is so fucking gentle.
The first time he went downtown, he asked what you liked and wanted to know how you felt. The second time, did everything right/everything you wanted without asking.
Now every time after, your body is left in shakes and sweats.
He loves to leave you in a puddle.
Kiri loves to climb on top of you, kiss you all the way down to your sweetness. Breathy gasps escape your lips when his lips make contact with your neck, collarbone, the top of your breasts.
Sometimes he gets sidetracked playing with your nipples but still trails his kisses down your stomach till he reaches his right destination.
Kiri tries different techniques all the time, they all work wonders on you. He is so needy for your moans and touches. Rubs you wherever his hands will roam, his body worship coming into play.
He’s a little crazy because he loves when you squeeze his head between his thighs. Let him know you’re close to coming. There have been times where he almost passed out, he never told you. Kiri said that he would be happy to die between your legs, though. You jokingly tell him that’s manly but really apologize for having so much orgasmic strength.
Kiri loves to spell your name and his, his tongue is exceptionally fast so you can only imagine that he’s been practicing to do that with you for a long time.
Receive:
He loves to look at your lips and reminds you that you're so beautiful while giving him the good old skippity mmmmmbop
He's so cliche at times that he will tell you, "Damn, I haven't activated my quirk, yet I feel unbreakable already."
Cornball city, Mirio, and Kiri put your clown wigs back on.
He's so confident in your skills as he lays on the bed you share, spread the fuck out while you crawl in between his legs.
You tease him a little, but he's patient. He knows you're building up suspense or staring at his huge cock. Knowing that you love his size, girth, and the color of his throbber.
There are times that after he finished making you cum through oral that your orgasms lubricate your throat and relax your jaw. So it leads to super happy fun times for Mr. Red Daddy Riot.
Now you, like a challenge. Challenging how strokes, how many sucks, how many times you can lick his balls before he nuts.
His body shudders no matter where you put your tongue.
If you swallow, he goes above and beyond for you for the next six-eight sessions, or even if you seriously tap out. If you spit, he's gonna cuddle you into oblivion as you guys have a cheat day date with ice cream.
Finished 2:30AM EST 1.30.2020
#Mirio Imagines#Shouto Imagines#Shinsou Imagine#Katsuki Imagine#Kirishima Imagine#mha hcs#bnha smut#smut text#absoluteindulgence headcanons#Mar's Writings
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to the fools who dream.
pairing: idol!renjun x fem!trainee!reader
prompt: when two fools with the same dream collide and tragically fall for each other. except, one has already achieved said dream. the other is willing to sacrifice everything in able to reach that same dream. through experiencing love and heartbreak for the first time, they learn to separate dream and reality.
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TEASER UNDER THE CUT.
“Five, six, seven, eight!” The dance teacher counted to the beats of Boss Bitch by Doja Cat. You kept a strong gaze, looking at your dancing figure on the mirror. You and your fellow trainees squatted on the ground as you stayed in that position, waiting for your respective solo parts. As your solo part came, you stood up and gracefully went to the center. After sixteen counts, everyone else stood up as you led them into the chorus. As the song ends, you stayed still in your ending pose. You and Saerin’s heavy breathing being the only audible thing to your ears.
Your ending pose included you perching one arm up her right shoulder as both your bodies faced each other, meanwhile your actual faces faced the floor. “Good job, girls! That’s a wrap for dance practice today!” The man who previously had a stern face, smiled proudly at your hard work. “Your managers told me that none of you have any extra classes or training after this one. Therefore, you are allowed to go back to your dorms. Rest up, tomorrow is the monthly evaluation.”
All twelve of you bowed as your dance teacher left the practice room. “Finally..” Haryeong sighed, collapsing to the floor as she sprawled her body in a funny manner.
“I’m so nervous. I-I don’t think I’m ready for tomorrow’s evaluations.” Hannah stuttered. She was fairly new to the company, so her being extremely nervous for her first evaluations wasn’t that surprising to any of you. What surprised you, was that she started crying. Jaera, the eldest female trainee engulfed her in a motherly-like hug. She wiped the tears that fell onto the gray-haired girl’s cheeks away.
“Hannah, look at me,” She softly spoke. The younger girl looked up, indicating that she was listening to her elder. “You’re going to do amazing. I know that for a fact. I’m not just saying this because we’re friends or because I’m trying to cheer you up. You are truly talented and hardworking. You entered this company without knowing how to count beats and stay on key. That was nearly a month ago. Now you’re up for the Main Dancer position and our vocal coach praises you on the daily. Heck, you even started rapping! Do you see what I’m trying to say? Your hardwork won’t go to waste. None of ours will.” The speaking girl looked around at her fellow trainees. Some of you starting to tear up a bit.
She continued, “I say this with all my heart. We all deserve to debut. When the time comes, our company will realize that our talent and hardwork can’t go to waste. If they fail to do so, then they’re missing out on so much potential.” The sobbing girls wiped their tears as they laughed at Jaera’s last line. Sumin pulled everyone into a hug as you cherished this moment, knowing it won’t forever be like this.
The hug fell apart as Wonchae’s phone buzzed, receiving a call from one of your managers. Soon enough you all bid your goodbyes, as you were travelling in different cars to your dorms. Everyone walked to building’s main lobby and black vans arrived. It was 3:58 AM and you were in need of rest. As you put your white mask on, you heard a voice call out your name. You turned around and immediately removed your mask, bowing at the person who was nearing you. “Yoongi-sunbae, hello.” You properly greeted your senior.
“Ah, good thing you’re here. The CEO wants to see you.” You widened your eyes at what the taller man had just told you. “Don’t worry, it’s probably nothing bad.” He chuckled at your tense figure. “I should probably tell-” “No, no, it’s okay. They already know.” He reassured as he cut you off mid-sentence. “I can walk you there. My practice room is on the same floor.” You firmly nodded at his suggestion. “Let me just get some iced coffee, which is what I initially was going to do.” You both chuckle as you trailed behind him to the vending machine and to the 12th floor via elevator.
You walked through the spacey hallway that led to the CEO’s office. Yoongi took a turn as he opened a door that revealed six boys chaotically doing shenanigans in a big practice room. You just chuckled at the sight of the six hyperactive men you had to deal with since you were a mere child. “Y/n! Hi!” A deep but cheerful voice that belonged to none other than Taehyung joyfully called out your name as he energetically waved at you from a distance. “Hi Taetae-sunbae!” You smiled ear-to-ear and waved.
“See you soon? Good luck for the evaluations tomorrow by the way.” Yoongi calmly voiced out.
“Oh, Thank you, sunbae. See you soon!” You bid your goodbyes as you properly bowed - he was your senior afterall. You continued your mini journey to the CEO’s office as you walked straight towards the end of the hall.
You were now face-to-face with the door that led to the CEO’s office. The words ‘BANG SI HYUK’ on top of ‘CEO of BigHit Entertainment’ with big, golden letters and a bold font were plastered on the big white door. It was quite intimidating - you must say.
You entered the room full of hesitation and got lost in your see of thoughts, until a man voiced out. “Ah, y/n. I have been waiting for you.” Your boss, Bang Sihyuk, smiled softly. You bowed, “Hello, sir. I apologize for being late.” “It’s alright. Take a seat.” He pulled out a chair that was in front of his large desk, gesturing for you to sit on it. “Thank you, sir.” You took a seat, smiling at his extremely kind gesture. He took a seat on his large leather chair, facing you from the other side of his desk.
“It’s very late right now, so I’m not going to keep you here for a long time. I’ll just get to the point, okay?” The middle-aged started as you firmly nodded.
“You have been training with us since you were 12 years old. When you auditioned, I saw the talent and potential in you. I knew you were going to become a star one day. An extremely successful one. You are very talented and hardworking. You already know that, of course. Everybody in BigHit does. Even our cleaning staff.” You both chuckled at his comedic remark.
He continued with a more serious tone, “I’ve watched you grow into an amazing artist. There was never a day where you would let me down. After every performance, you always remind me why I accepted you into the company in the first place. You never fail to improve. To be better. To be stronger. You are extremely independent for someone your age and you should be proud of that. But most importantly, you are passionate and humble. Wherever you go in life, remember to keep those core traits as they will always bring good things to you. I, as your boss, am extremely proud of you and the person you’ve become.”
You smile at the amount of compliments that you were being showered with by one of the most important people in your life and career.
“I made a deal with SM Entertainment.”
Your smile altered to a confused-type-of-look as the words that had just rolled out of the man’s tongue irked you in a way. It wasn’t that you hated SM Entertainment, they were just - a joke - to your company. Your fellow trainees who were in the same class as some of the SM trainees would always talk about how celebrity-like they acted. The girls would joke about how self-centered they were here and there. Of course, you just stood there and listened. You went to an international school and trained almost your whole life, resulting in you almost never interacting with trainees from other companies. Hence, not knowing how they behaved in real life. The only exception was when you appeared in Stray Kids’ music video for God’s Menu. Then again, they weren’t trainees.
“They have decided to transfer a male trainee from their company. He wasn’t exactly fit for their company, but I saw lots of potential in him. They didn’t want to properly let him go. They weren’t going to risk losing another trainee. Therefore, they proposed a deal.”
I think know where this is going.
“Our team had a meeting with their team. We showed them all of the latest monthly evaluations. They decided that they were going to select one of our trainees to be transferred to train at their company and vice versa.”
Oh no, it’s actually happening.
“With lots thinking and negotiation. They chose you. You’ll be picked up by your new manager here at around 8 AM. Y/n, I truly believe that you are going to be an amazing artist. No matter which company you are under. I have faith in you, y/n.”
You were tearing up, “So is this goodbye? An end to years of training here? My home?”
Bang Sihyuk replied, “This isn’t me completely letting you go. It isn’t an end to anything. It’s the start of something wonderful. You are extremely talented, passionate, kind, hardworking, and humble. Whichever company you are in won’t matter. You are an amazing individual and you know it.” The chubbier man had engulfed you in a warm hug. “BigHit will always welcome you with open arms. Whenever you’re feeling empty, you know we’re here for you. You know the boys will do everything to protect their sister, right?”
You nodded into the hug as you pulled away and smiled, “I’ll do my best. I always will. It’s what you taught me.”
“Show ‘em SM kids how they raised you in Bighit!” you laughed at the man, who in a few hours, won’t be your boss anymore.
You spent the few remaining hours of being under the company you grew up in with the members of BTS and TXT. Together, you ate ungodly amounts of Spicy Ramyeon while reminiscing the boys’ trainee days with you.
Oh, how you were going to miss your brothers.
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Suns, Moons and Songs.
My favourite. The soundtrack is littered with songs that allude to Historia and Levi’s part in the plot. I’ll just bring up some of the major ones.
Okay, first biggie - Zero Eclipse.
This song is purposefully vague in a lot of places, in that a lot of the lyrics could fit to Ymir, and I believe the sentiment is genuine. Ymir was a huge part of Historia’s life before she left. However, there are a lot of similarities between her and Levi, which is handy for Yams. Same for the bond Erwin and Levi shared. Clever, clever.
The first verses could work for either on the whole, but the lines about jealousy and blades doubling and the use of kid absolutely reminds me of Ymir when she joins the survey corps with Historia.
When we get to the bridge, the first lines about never hearing the person sigh of ecstasy likely suggests that Ymir wanted to get to that point with Historia but they never did. And of course the chorus very much reflects Ymir’s speech to Historia about living a life she can be proud of, and not doing silly suicidal things to be the hero, like she did with Daz.
Okay our next verse is where it gets very interesting!
Every single line fits Levi perfectly. Seeing the fallen? It’s that image at Shiganshina of Erwin surrounded by their fallen comrades. Still we have that question, what will Levi do with those sacrifices? A recurring theme, but now we should have a pretty good idea of the answer.
Next we have a direct reference to the Beast Titan - which conveniently also links perfectly to Historia’s childhood bullies - both threw stones to ‘make us go away.’
‘It was only the face of anger, and kindness, it lit my way’ - well this has soo many connotations. So firstly, Historia and the bullies. Because Frieda taught her to be a good, kind girl, Historia understands that the bullies were only acting out of anger, and kindness is the answer here. Hmm ... who else right about now in the story could do with realising anger and revenge won’t solve anything - but working together might, even if you’ve been pelted by stones at the hands of this person? It’s Levi and Zeke. And Historia’s influence on Levi - the idea of kindness lighting his way - will mean he makes the right decision. It’s also worth noting very briefly here, because I will explore this more later, that in the manga, we have that removed scene of Levi behaving aggressively towards Historia, although she later puts this aside. Originally, Isayama also wanted to parallel Levi with Historia’s childhood bullies, but he changed his mind for the anime. We’ll look at this more when we check out an interesting interview by Yams.
‘Ain’t no picnic to be abandoned’ - again, such a simple line, so many meanings. Historia and Levi’s childhood parallels are uncanny, and both were abandoned by parental figures in their youth which we see in Uprising had lasting impacts on them. So much so, they work together to open an orphanage, saving children from within the walls and even the underground.
‘It led us here, we had to share the pain.’ I mean, I’ve said this so many times, but how could they not end up bonding over all this!? But wait, there’s more. Shiganshina happens, and Levi looses Erwin. Historia has not so long ago lost Ymir, and we see how upset she is when she receives her letter. Remember that scene though where Levi arrives and she wipes away her tears? Yep. They were both abandoned again in a sense, and so, it only serves to push them closer together. They mourn for what have been pretty much their other halves since the start of the series, and they do it together. Yams is screaming at us to read between the lines for these two, while he drops just enough surface hints to keep the trail warm, so to speak.
Okay the next lyrics ‘Now you are a part of me, I will defend and honour thee’ ... what do they remind you of? I get knight protecting Queen vibes. And this literally used to be the role of the Ackermans according to Kenny's grandpa - the sword and shield to the crown. Levi is virtually back in that role for Historia, and we come full circle after the years of persecution.
NEXT. ‘Did you think that you could die a hero?’ Kenny tells Levi everyone is drunk on a dream in order to keep moving forwards. He asks Levi, what are you? A hero? Everyone expects Levi to go out fighting, taking out Zeke and finally fulfilling his vow to Erwin. But that's not the message of this story. We need to break the cycle of revenge and hate, remember? Kruger said so himself - love someone within the walls, it's the only way to stop this cursed history. Levi won’t choose revenge. He’ll give up on his dream to go out like a hero, because now he has something to return home to.
‘Our awakening means less than zero.’ And just in case you were wondering, it’s not because of any Acker-bond crap. It’s the real deal; just like Zeke told Eren in chapter 130. Being an Ackerman has nothing to do with either Levi or Mikasa’s feelings towards their respective loves.
Let’s look at that chorus again, while I start to blush in the corner. ‘You’re trembling, we share a kiss, our worlds eclipse.’ Heck, I never knew SNK could be so ... ahem, yeah. It gets raunchier further on, by the way. But besides the obvious suggestion of passion here, we have the symbolism from the song’s title - the eclipse. What happens during an eclipse? Well, depends what sort to be fair heh, but for a solar eclipse, we have the moon moving in front of the sun, blocking it’s light. And we see the Dark Side of the Moon. Wait!? Isn’t that literally the title of Levi's character song ...? Oh, shit. We’ll check out those lyrics later. Historia is often associated with dawn light, which of course means the sun. The eclipse here is her pregnancy. The two solar bodies appear to become one. Not to mention the literal shape of her stomach! We had those lyrics about ‘letting our worlds collide’ earlier too. Not just referring to the pregnancy, but their supposedly different ideologies around violence/revenge and love/kindness/forgiveness.
Now for the best bits.
‘Black sugar, keep it, up til the dawn.’ Told you it gets better. Black sugar is apparently something very addictive. So Levi and Historia are engaged in something very addictive here, keeping them up until the dawn ...? Ah. Yes. Makes sense, considering her current condition.
And then my very favourite line, that hit me right in the gut when I first listened to this. Because the words sounded very familiar, but not for Historia.
‘Make a promise that I cannot regret.’ Levi’s whole theme is not regretting the choices that you make. It’s repeated over and over. He makes a promise to Erwin in his vow, but he comes to terms with the fact that fulfilling this is no longer what he really wants - we’ve just seen that realisation in 136 when he talks about how he’s never bungled one of Erwin’s orders, but yet his last one ... He knows attempting to keep that promise will mean he likely won’t ‘get back out alive,’ so instead, he will make Historia a promise that he can’t regret, because he just can’t ‘learn how to let you go.’ I’M NOT CRYING - YOU ARE. Do you remember the two letters - from Petra and Ymir - about marriage? I think we know what Levi is going to dedicate his heart to in the end. Note also the, ‘as long as I can see you, but in secret.’ That just gives us that final confirmation that the relationship alluded to here in Zero Eclipse is one that has been hidden from us - this fits neither Historia/Ymir or Levi/Erwin, although there are elements of both of these in the song.
Okay, here's the lyrics to Levi’s song. I’m not going to rip it apart like I did with Zero Eclipse, because a) I think a lot of it is self explanatory, and b) the next chapter comes out soon and like, I’d love to have got through everything I want to say before then. So some quick (ish, knowing me) notes:
Okay so this second set of lyrics is the one I want to draw attention to - cleverly nestled in the middle of the song. We’re going to ‘someday’ see the dark side of the moon ‘revealed’. Yeah, when there is an eclipse. This is the only time you see the dark side of the moon. Literally. So we’ll see Levi’s other side when he finds Historia, and they create this eclipse - this child. His true nature will be revealed, and he will not choose violence or revenge.
‘Persuasion by memories of pain an essential lesson.’ Okay, I can’t really go hugely into this without the Akatsuki no Requiem video, which we’ll look at in a bit. Because then things will mind-bogglingly make sense. If you’ve already seen it and know the theory behind it, then you’ll get what I mean. But essentially, our ending for Levi is going to be bittersweet, because while he ends up with a family of his own finally, he is also plagued with regret and sorrow for what came to pass before, and the huge role he played in it.
‘Just being without regrets, is my own decision.’ Such a simple line, so many powerful meanings. Levi will make the ultimate choice with no regrets in his promise to Historia, and their child. He cannot regret either of them. But he has to make that decision, and we know it will be difficult, because it will mean failing to execute Erwin’s last order. It will probably look likely that he will make the wrong choice up until the very last moment. This again too links in with the ackertalk between Zeke and Eren. Levi is confirming that his decision to be with Historia does not stem from duty or something in his genes. It’s the real deal.
More Fun Song Facts.
Here's the lyrics for Before Lights Out:
Freedom!
Freedom!
Forgive Me!
Retake Maria!
Victorious, triumphant!
All of my kingdom
For your return
I will let it burn!
I will let it burn!
Dear departed
I’ll cry for you in a dream
Now I must rise to be queen
Be worthy
Be worthy
The song that is a different version of APETITAN - the soundtrack to Zeke’s Beast’s first appearance. Before Lights Out plays when Erwin leads the suicide charge towards Zeke, after Levi makes his vow to ‘take down the beast titan.’ He watches Erwin and the scouts charge to their deaths and whispers, ‘I’m sorry.’
Because he’s never going to fulfil that vow, is he? And we know why when we read the lyrics of the song.
HOLY MOTHER OF FORESHADOWING I have chills.
Ahhhhh I need to talk about Akatsuki no Requiem I guess. This one definitely needs it’s own post.
You still with me? I have drunk a lot of coffee at this point.
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Conjecture |13| The Final
Idol Reader Au, Enemies to Lovers AU
Summary: Your management refused to renew your contract unless you collaborated, so you ending up working with Min Yoongi. A guy you’d disliked from before both of your debuts. There is more to their past than meets the eye.
Links to other parts: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |11|12|
Last Chapter guys.... thank you for everyone that has liked and commented.... it means an awful lot. :)
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Rating:18+
Warnings: SMUT!! (Slight exhibitionism maybe) Swearing. General sass.
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The leather straps were cooling across your chest; just as the strap was tight across your hips. You struggled, the buckles keeping you firmly stuck to the table. The white lights quietly warming the rest of your bare exposed skin. Your obliques teasing their way to the surface as you wriggled against your restraints. Cut here scissor lines decorated across the most common places women dislike about themselves. Crescents at your side, inner thighs, cupping your breast. Two figures hovering over you, crazed hunger filled looks scanning your being.
Lee Jooheon was stood over you in pale blue scrubs beneath a pearly white lab coat littered with scruffy black writing. He was stood menacing in the wielding of a scalpel while conversing animatedly with the person next to him. Im Changkyun was dressed to the brim in a perfectly fitted black suit wielding a clipboard with a picture of a barbie on. IM was shoving his fingers to the picture and then to you. Jooheon nodding intently in agreeance, scalpel still active in the air.
“CUT!” The director called. A bell vibrating round the warehouse. Jooheon immediately tearing the Velcro under the fake buckles and rushing to reach under the table for the large white dressing gown placed discreetly under the table. The basic black lace lingerie set was the only thing covering you as you hauled yourself off the table before coating yourself in white fluff.
“You good?” Changkyun asked lightly supporting you to your feet.
“All good” you affirmed.
“That was great guys, a clear cut. Scene done in one. We’ll get the stage set up and do the combined verse and Y/N’s solo then we’ll call it a day” The director confirmed. All you heard was
Break time
The three of you b-lined straight for the snack table. The crew around you slowly setting down their equipment to follow suit. A mini swarm of black tee’d crew descended onto the set working quickly to dismantle the makeshift operating room and prepare the next set.
“Glad I can finally put some clothes on” selecting the bag of wotsits crinkling over your words.
“Never thought I’d hear you say that” Yoongi’s voice creeped in from behind. The other two chuckled into their mouthfuls of carbs. Without even eyeing him your trajectory already planned to slap his arm on your rotation round. The Acne studios hat comfy on his head, the blue grey hair pressed to his forehead. Long black sweater draped over loose wash out ripped jeans which were tucked into hi top vans.
There’s a comfy boyfriend right there
“Never thought I’d see you conscious before lunch on a day off” you quipped back.
“Alright… it’s too early for your sass” Yoongi said in defeat to your ear, his arms encasing the shield of fluff around you with the sweet extra of a kiss to the forehead. His camera gentle in sway to your hip, the leather strap resting on his shoulder.
“Loved the set though” he added
More like loved the fact I was strapped down
“I’m literally kidnapping this Dr’s coat” Jooheon flicked the collar up of the coat.
Dweeb
“It’s such a cool concept” Jooheon added
“More female artists need to be speaking out about the image pressures companies force” Changkyun piped up.
“It’s 2020 dude, guys can write about it too you know” you teased
“There’s ten times more pressure on you guys though”
He was right. Your concept was the bomb though. You and your image held hostage by the agency only for you to rebel against them all accompanied by some aggressive thought-provoking rap.
What more does a girl want?
“And we’re here doing this project with you so we technically are” Changkyun added.
Also true
“You also know I wouldn’t have you let say no” One of the runners dropped your outfit off to you. You both exchanged silent polite glances.
Mid conversation you held no reservations, untying your robe. It slid off your shoulders Yoongi saving it from the floor. You shrugged on the tight-fitting scrub top. The top conveniently had slits through the fabric. Making its function as a top dubious at best. The shorts were free from any intentional rips and were nice and basic. Yoongi’s eyes flitted briefly to the ground, gaze not sure where to settle. You were still getting used the fact he wasn’t as comfortable with your skin on show as you were. Multiple times you’d teased him at how awkward and polite he still was when you were actually his.
//
“Are you sure you just didn’t want an opportunity to tie your two favourite rappers to a chair? Beside me of course” Yoongi teased as your reflection stared back at you in the mirror, mouth agape hand delicate finishing a perfect cat flick on your eyeliner.
“Jealous?” You paused the application of your makeup while teasing, the flicks won’t be ruined for anybody. Eye contact cheekily held in place.
He leaned in just a tad, enough to make his words inaudible to the fanfare around.
“Babe, you know I wish it was me. Just at home, with less clothes. You in that set I love, ooo and the way you love to ride me like that…” You shoved him away.
“Alright alright enough, don’t tease. Go over there and behave” You indicated with your pinky finger behind the camera. Puckering your blood red lipstick equally, crew swift in moving out of your way as you stepped up onto the newly built mini stage.
A lonely microphone on the small rectangular stage was all to keep you company. The two boys looking calm, jovial in their conversation to each other as you adjusted the stand to your height. Yoongi trying to shield a half-cocked smile. You flipped him off. He always liked to tease your height.
He’s not even got much on me, cheeky shit
“Ready on set!” The director boomed. Crew obedient falling silently in a heartbeat.
“Action!”
The strongly worded verse and chorus were the first lyrics you’d scribbled down in some painful PR meeting. The topic of you and your body image and how they wanted to sell it was just slowly infuriating you. You were an Idol, rapper whatever people called you now. This shit comes with the territory but the way they guy was talking about you just ruffled about every damn feather in your being.
The bell rang again and the major scuffling on set commenced. You jumped off the stage and raced to Chloe who’d returned from taking Ted for a walk. Completely bypassing Yoongi, dropping to your knees and ruffling the ball of excited fluff.
“Hey boy” you cooed, scratching the belly after the desperate drop and roll he gave you.
“Dude he wanted to play with evvveerryyyone today”
“Well he was probably excited to hang out with auntie Chlo”
“You love him” you added
“I can’t even lie about that; can your assistant be on holiday more often?” His attention quickly became focused
“You would get me into soo much trouble if you were my assistant”
“But you’d have the best time” The pair of you laughed knowing she was absolutely right.
“I’ll catch you in a bit” Giving Ted once last squeeze before you went to makeup.
All paint removed; hair now styled to perfection. Makeup fairly natural and light, the artist dabbing a pad around your cheeks catching any moisture. Heavily ripped boyfriend jeans sat at your hips finishing just at the lower end of your calves. Pristine snug white trainers cushioned the weariness of your feet. You had to change your underwear to a white set as to not show through the thin white tie up crop top. You secured the tie at your chest, even Yoongi would have to work at undoing the knot.
“Ready?” the director popped his head round the door. You responded with a bright mumble as you were mid swig of your water bottle.
“Sweet, we rolling in three”
“Seriously, how did I land you?” Yoongi purred making his way into the office converted dressing room. The artist leaving the room promptly.
“Looks good right” You agreed, puckering your lips in the mirror.
“Mmmhhhmm” he growled low at your neck; hands secured round the front of your stomach. The warm body pressed up against you.
“I love when you dress more casual” His fingertips elegant in their tip toe over your curved behind, etching their impatient way to the tie in the centre of your chest.
“Oi! Keep your hands to yourself” A weak willed play fight broke out. Yoongi going straight for where you were ticklish; leaving you completely vulnerable to him manoeuvring you round to face him.
“Careful Min Yoongi, don’t be getting yourself worked up for something you can’t have”
“Can’t have?” If stroppy pouts could melt you, you’d be in a puddle right now.
“Last I remembered you invited the boys round to mine for a recording sesh” Your stroke on his chin phased his eyes to roll regrettably.
“Pretty sure you regret giving Hobi the key now ey?” you crept the words in his ear, pressing your hand to his crotch. His cheeks puffed up, sulking against your smirk poorly disguised through your mouthfuls of water leaving the pouty boy in the dressing room.
The pout was a constant tell as much as he tried to hide behind the lenses capturing the formidable stage unit the three of you formed. The multiple takes had a thin layer of perspiration gracing the foundation on your skin. The second the final bell rang through the metal interior the three of you took a breath, or several before you bowed to all the staff before embracing the two guys. The make-up artist rushed over to where you’d sat drooping your legs on the temporary stage, padding at your face. You shooed her off prematurely, not bothering with how wisps of hair were loosely stuck to your skin.
//
“That looks ace, thank you so much guys!” You exclaimed bright as possible. The three of you snug crowded round one of the main cameras
“It was a pleasure” Their eyes both drifted off to their manager who’d stepped in a bit closer
“Well that’s our cue to leave” Changkyun mumbled the drop in his face noticeable but not obvious.
“That’s fine, don’t get yourself into trouble”
“Give him ten minutes” Jooheon quipped.
//
You’d changed into a cool and floaty navy maxi dress. You’d fought and brushed as much product out of your hair as you could and shoved it in a loose pony. With only a few of the crew left on site, the wide-open space of the rooms seemed much larger, sound travelled heavier and echoed more. Yoongi was a picture holding your large D&G holdall glitzed with the gold emblem. He held the door for you leading into the drafty stairway. The grey concrete bleak, the bright blue railings guiding their way safely down. The walls were drab and plain.
You held out your hand, offering to relieve your boyfriend of the oversized bag from his slight frame. He began to oblige, eyes not wandering from his phone. His wrist caught in your hand yanking him into you and into the back of the wall. Did he resist? Absolutely not. Did he need any more guidance, most certainly not!
“Babe…”
“Mmm” humming in between your chest where his head and kisses were firmly being planted.
“Touch me already” your arms were loose as they draped over his shoulders.
“Seriously here?” It was more of a check than a complaint. Strong eyebrow raised.
Fucking yes
The hem of your dress slowly crept up your leg, crumpling up over his hand. His lips nearly caressing yours, the warmth of his breath rolling over your skin. The knowing smile escaped onto your features
“Fuck babe!”
“What?...mmm” your tone creeping higher feigning innocence. His fingers ghosting at the apex of your thighs. The bundle of nerves buzzing at the slight contact, he brushed his cheek to yours
“It’s too warm for underwear” you whined, still pleading innocence. Yoongi knew better, knew the lack of innocence you actually held.
“I’m calling bullshit” Your head gently rolled back into the wall.
“I’m reallllyy not complaining…” he added pushing a bit more of his weight into you, growling into your neck. Your grip tightening round his neck.
“Well let’s play a game of hurry the…mmm fuck up” you urged, teasing his fingers hard against you. The way his hips jutted feeling the rush of how much you wanted him. With the heat combusting through the heavy kisses, the air was thick and blissfully suffocating. Engulfed in heat he dragged your body round. It was your turn to be shoved hard against the cool concrete
“Careful…” you choked between laboured breathes.
“You’ll give yourself a problem we won’t have time to fix”
“My only problem is not hearing you moan my name” Aggressive hands crept back round the front hoisting your dress back up.
Metal clinked; voices echoed. Heartbeat petrified still in your chest.
Innocent coughs smuggling smiles, arms linked as the last of the camera crew polite in their bow as the gave passage to you.
“Thank you, you worked hard” you responded in kind as Yoongi let you take the lead single file past the biggest cock blockers of the year.
//
“UUUGGHH” you whined slamming your head back into the head rest as Yoongi parked the Land rover in your bay in the gated underground parking of your building.
“I’m soo sorry babe, you know I want to finish this track with Hobi and Joon…I promise I’ll make you…What are you doing?”
Knitted eyebrows with brown pools twinkling with rare mischief that only glistened with you. Like the first time he decided to be brave and go down on you in a dressing room. He’d missed you a hell of a lot, too much apparently for even unbothered Yoongi to take control.
You’d shuffled and maneuvered yourself to the back seat dropping to the chair with a success filled sigh.
“I don’t want to wait until later” A teasing lip bite was all he needed to be scrambling into the backseat to join you. The tinted windows offering you more privacy than what waited for you in the apartment.
“And what I want I get” Your legs were already snug on either side of his hips
“Don’t I know it” His hands already ruffling up your dress as your hands dived desperate to unhook his jean buttons.
You secured his hands round the back of the head rest
“Stay” you urged; hands remained obedient as yours went to elicit controlled groans from his throat as your hand wrapped around him. The need between your legs grew, your bites of his lower lip grew harder, hips rocking against a frustrating nothing. Your ponytail got pulled back sharply. Yoongi apparently had enough of you torturing yourself and him
“Turn around and let me feel you now”
“My hands not good enough for you anymore?”
“Not when I know your just desperate for my cock”
Fair point
Agreeing with complete compliance, invested in his way of thinking. You swept your hair to the front of your shoulder. Following a hard grunt, a deep wet kiss was pressed to shoulder blade you needed to take a beat adjusting to him.
“Mmpphh” you both grunted, head falling forward. Hand grappling behind looking to hook onto any part of him. Palm closing in on his thin waist. Circle movements heavy in your hip
“Better? Is that all my baby wanted hmm?”
“Mmmhmm…Just you” you choked as his hips jutted upwards.
“Yeah?” hair weaved in the long genius fingers tugged hard lips, soft teeth not so on your neck.
“Use me then”
Oh I’m going to
His hand not leaving your hair, hips refusing to offer you anything. The filth Yoongi whispered in controlled pants still offered the motivation for your movements. Every time Yoongi felt the tensing of your thighs or your moans reached a certain pitch too high he couldn’t help but buck up into you. The dusting of a chuckle would ease in through his grunts at your cries.
He wanted to tease. The grip in your hair, the honey on his smirk and the slight growl in the background of his words told you that. Min Yoongi was now unbothered about keeping his friends waiting.
Not today
“Min Yoongi if you don’t make me…mmm… cum in the next 10 minutes…fuuuck” His fingers now tight between your legs, each burst of movement causing you to clench round him with a desperate tension.
“Your body is telling me you need a lot less than ten princess. I certainly don’t”
“Prove it” you challenged. A Challenge you knew he’d destroy in minutes. The air seemed to dissipate from the car, the heat instead hovering round the two of you. Goosebumps erupted all over your skin. Legs beginning to store the tension building up like Jenga blocks in your muscles. Back arching into him forming the perfect crescent. Your moans escalating both in pitch and volume rattled through his brain, trickling in hot drips down his spine adding the pressure within him to breaking point. A breaking point which spilled over before he could gain any control. The hand secured round your pony tail released and dropped to your shoulders with his head following suit, a few heavy breaths later
“I’m sorry… baby, you just feel too good”
“Turn around again baby”
“Do I need to do some more training with you? Your stamina is …” you teased hasty in your shuffle round, hasty to not let your climax slip to nothing.
“Probably” he confessed
“Thought…Mmhmm”
“Just be quiet and let me make you cum”.
//
The tips of Yoongi’s hair were damp, you tried to ruffle it but the damp ends still reflected against the midday sun. Your selfie camera informed you that out of the two of you, you were the only one that didn’t look like they’d just fucked in a car. Unfortunately for Yoongi his face always flushes a cute tinted light red. He hated it. You thought it was hilarious.
“Will you please do a better job of not smirking, you know how observant Hobi is” Yoongi scolded, amusement drained from his face.
“Sorry…” you chuckled. You passed your hand over your face, smirk disappearing. Normal face trying to hold while your hand pressed down on the handle. You were met with silence for a few seconds before you had Ted bounding for you. Soon followed by Joon and Hobi who had been sat on their phones on the sofa. The TV was a silent black.
“I said you guys can treat this as your own space when you’re here, no need to sit in silence” You reminded half chuckling swiping Ted off his feet into your arms.
“I know, I know” Joon acknowledged.
“Sorry we were late, shoot ran over” Ted was put back to scrambling excitedly at your feet as you maneuvered your way to the fridge. Your eyes shot to Hobi, controlled by the unconscious notion if anyone was going to pick up on your white lie it would be him. His eyes were hovering on Yoongi for more than they should.
“It’s alright we get it” With Hobi’s smile being as sweet and as kind as it was. It was hard to decipher.
“You guys okay to chill for like five more minutes while I grab a quick shower” Yoongi checked.
“I’ll even but the TV on for you” he added. At this point you’d already disappeared and enjoying the hot water streaming across your skin.
“Sure, don’t let that run over too though” Hobi jested emphasising the ‘run’.
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~Jungkook Scenario~
You were pacing back and forth in the studio, feeling quite nervous to meet all of the boys. When they asked you to collaborate with them on a song on their new album, you honestly thought you had been dreaming. The biggest band in the world wanted your vocals for a song? It almost sounded too good to be true. Your manager had worked out all of the details and now here you were, at their company waiting in their studio to meet all of them and go over the details of the song.
You could hear voices from the end of the hall and excited yells. Well it’s now or never, you think to yourself. The door opens and you are first met with Jungkook and Taehyung stumbling through the door. Your eyes widen in shock as they both almost go tumbling onto the floor.
“Ah can’t you guys just behave for two seconds?!” Jin is right behind them and scolds them for wrestling with each other.
“Sorry hyung. We were just really excited to meet y/n.” Your eyes widen in surprise.
“Me? You were excited to meet me?”
“Of course! I’m a really big fan of yours, I love your music. Your voice is beautiful.” Jungkook smiles sweetly at you and holds his hand out to introduce himself. “I’m Jungkook.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Jungkook. Um, I am a really big fan of you guys and I really like your voice too. It’s really healing.” You smile back at him and swear you see the tips of his ears turn red as he shies away at your compliment.
The others all come up to you next and introduce themselves. And you shake each one of their hands, giving a friendly smile to all of them. They all seem very eager to work with you over the next few days. Even though you are only singing the chorus of the song you still want to see the whole process from start to finish. You are genuinely curious about how everything comes together for them.
“So y/n would you like to get started on everything tomorrow? This first day was just kind of a chance for us to all meet each other and go over the details of the expectations for the next week to come.”
“Oh sure that sounds good to me! It’s still early in the day though don’t you want to get started on anything?”
“Nope! Take a day off and explore the city! Go get something to eat and just relax today.” All of the members start to leave the room except Jungkook who remains standing and fidgeting with his hands like he’s nervous to ask you something.
“Are you alright, Jungkook?”
“Um.. well I was just thinking since you really don’t know your way around or anything maybe we could um.. I mean I could show you around and take you out to eat somewhere. Not on like a date or anything we just met- ahh, just as friends? Fellow artists?” You can’t help but immediately find him adorable. That confidence he greeted you with earlier was gone now that he was alone with you, and you found his shyness incredibly endearing.
“I would really appreciate that. Thank you!”
“Okay! I'll take you to this really good BBQ place, we go there all the time!”
“Should we see if the other members want to join us?”
“Um.. If you want I can ask them.” By the way he’s nervously shuffling his feet you think maybe he would prefer it to just be the both of you.
“Actually no, that’s okay. They seemed pretty tired and like they wanted to go home. We can just hang out the two of us.” His eyes light up at that and you realize you’re in big trouble when you see how doe like his eyes are. You knew you wouldn’t ever be able to say no to him and would probably give him your car if he asked you for it.
You two go out together and have a really good time. Jungkook orders almost one of every thing he possibly can so you can ‘really experience Korea through the food’. You won't lie, everything tasted amazing and you probably ate more than half of it. Although he was a little shy at first, Jungkook quickly opened up to you and you two were talking to one another like you were friends your whole lives. You stay in the restaurant and talk and drink until it’s starting to get dark outside.
“I should probably head back to my hotel now.”
“Oh. Do you want me to walk you back? Or call a cab for you?”
“I think I got it, but thank you. You go home and rest. We have a busy day tomorrow.” You smile at him and give his hand a squeeze where it’s resting on the table. “See you tomorrow.”
“Yeah. See you. Be safe getting home!” You nod and exit the restaurant, not able to see the absolutely smitten expression he has on his face as you are walking out.
“You are whipped for y/n already and you just met.” Jungkook startles out of his daydream-like state to find Taehyung and Jimin are sitting at the table right next to him.
“When did you guys get here?”
“We’ve been here for the past hour you just didn’t notice because you were busy making lovey eyes at y/n.”
“I was not!”
“You totally were.”
“No I wasn’t!”
“Stop fighting you two everyone is staring at you.” Jimin whispers harshly. They quiet down immediately and Jungkook stands up to leave.
“Kookie, just be careful, okay? You get attached to people really easily and y/n isn’t going to be here for long. I just don’t want you to get hurt if the feelings aren’t mutual.”
“I won’t hyung. I don’t even have feelings that way we’re just friends. I’ll see you tomorrow at the studio.” And just like that he’s out the door. Taehyung and Jimin turn back to each other both with contemplative looks on their faces.
“Are you thinking what I am thinking my dear Jiminie?”
“Should we?”
“Maybe try to get them together?”
“He won't get hurt if y/n falls for him too.”
“That’s a great idea. We shall put our plan in effect tomorrow. Operation make y/n fall for Jungkook is a go.”
You arrive at the studio and see Jimin and Taehyung snickering amongst themselves and you are immediately suspicious. Even though you just met them yesterday, from being a fan of BTS for so long now you knew they were plotting something.
“What are you two doing?”
“Nothing y/n! Hey did you know Jungkook has moved some people to tears with his vocals?”
“And he always gets the choreography down by like 2 run throughs and he has it completely memorized.”
“He’s called our golden maknae for a reason.”
“But don’t let that baby face fool you underneath that soft exterior is a body sculpted by the Greek Gods.” You furrows your brows at them.
“I am aware of this I saw the fake love performances you know.” You chuckle at their expressions. “Now what are you two up to? Seriously?”
“Nothing! I swear! I just wanted you to know how amazing of a guy our Jungkookie is.”
“Yeah he’s also really gentle and soft too. And he’s such a sweetie! Like, really when he was younger he used to come into both of our rooms at night and want to cuddle it was the cutest thing! And also-” Jungkook arrives at this point and Jimin and Taehyung quickly go silent.
“What were you guys talking about me or something?”
“No! No we were just trying to get to know y/n a little bit better that’s all.”
“Hmm, sure you were. You know I’ve known you guys for nearly a decade I know when you’re lying, but I’ll let it slide.” Jungkook looks away from them and his eyes meet yours and he smiles at you.
“Hi y/n.”
“Hi Jungkook.” The other members arrive right after that and you soon get to work on recording the song. They already had the lyrics written and the melody. All you needed to do was record your part. When you finish your vocals all of the members are clapping and cheering loudly for you.
“That was perfect y/n! This is going to take a lot less time than we thought because you are perfectly on key.” You blush at their praises and thank them.
“Hey maybe Jungkook and y/n should sing a harmony together for the chorus. Their voices sound really lovely together don’t you think?” Jimin offers. The other seem to think this over and Yoongi hums in agreement.
“I agree. Jungkook go into the booth and record with y/n.” He walks in and you both sing the chorus together, this time with Jungkook harmonizing perfectly with you. He truly has the voice of an angel and you forget to keep singing halfway through it due to how mesmerized you are by his voice, making you have to start over and record again. When you both are finished Jungkook smiles at you.
“You sounded perfect. Really your voice is amazing y/n.” Your own smile widens in return.
“Thank you. You did too but, you always sound amazing. I could listen to you sing for hours.”
“Quit flirting and get out so the rest of us can record our stuff too.” Yoongi says in a teasing way. You both hastily look away from each other and walk out of the booth, allowing the rap line to go in and record their parts next. You are left with the vocal line. Jimin has a cup of coffee in his hands and every time he laughs he comes dangerously close to spilling it on Jungkook with the way he throws his whole body into it. After one particularly funny dad joke Jimin laughs hysterically and let’s the coffee spill out onto Jungkook’s shirt. You swear he did it on purpose.
“Ah Jimin! My shirt is gonna be ruined now. Damnit this coffee is so hot it’s burning my skin.”
“I’m sorry Jungkookie! Take your shirt off before it burns you!” Jungkook immediately complies and you can’t help but let your eyes drift down to his stomach. Seeing him in person is nothing compared to the music video, you think to yourself. Jungkook wipes the coffee of of his stomach and turns to you before his cheeks become bright red when he notices you staring.
“Um.. sorry I’ll just go grab one of the hyungs’ hoodies and put it on.” He quickly scurries away from you into the recording booth. Namjoon lends him his hoodie but before he can put it on, you find yourself staring at the way the muscles in his back and shoulders move as he puts the hoodie on.
“Hmm, see? We told you.” Jimin says with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
“Are you guys trying to set me up with Jungkook or something?” Their eyes widen for a moment and you know right then you had caught them, no matter how much they vehemently tried to deny it. Jungkook comes back into the room with the rest of you and sits down on the couch.
“So um, what are we doing tomorrow then?” You ask Jin.
“Practicing the choreography for the music video.”
“Oh? I’m going to be in the music video with you guys too?!”
“Yeah of course! You deserve to be seen for your hard work too.”
“That would be so cool! I can’t wait!”
Now that you were aware of Taehyung and Jimin’s little game they were playing with you and Jungkook you couldn’t help but completely give in to whatever they were trying to get you two to do. Whether it was adding in more choreography parts where you and Jungkook danced together, accidentally bumping into you during practice so you’d run into him, or making him wrap his arms around you to steady you.
It was the end of the 3rd day of your dance practices and the others are getting ready to leave. You are still standing in front of the mirror trying to get the one part of the choreography down still. Dancing isn’t really a part of what you normally do and you find yourself falling behind the others who have been doing this for so long.
“Y/n are you coming?” Jimin asks.
“I think I’m going to stay here and keep working on this.”
“Oh? I can help you!” Hoseok offers. But Jimin and Taehyung are quick to shut him down.
“No no hyung! You always help us maybe let someone else help y/n so you can get a break.”
“Yeah maybe Jungkook could help?”
“But-” Hoseok is suddenly being dragged out the door by the two of them with a confused look on his face. It’s just you and Jungkook left in the studio now. You notice the way his chest is heaving up and down and see how tired he looks.
“You can go if you want, Jungkook. I can keep practicing by myself, it’s okay.”
“It’s okay! Really, I’d be more than happy to help you.” You continue to practice as Jungkook observes you. He has this professional air about him as he watches you, and you know now he’s taking this seriously.
“Ah, hang on you aren’t moving your hips right that’s why.” He demonstrates for you and you try it again but still just can’t get it quite right. “I’ll show you.” He walks up to you and places his hands on your hips showing you how to move them. He’s being strictly professional right now but your heart is racing in your chest at the feeling of his hands on you. You didn’t need Jimin and Taehyung’s help to like Jungkook, you started developing a crush on him the moment you saw him. But the more time you spent together and the more you got to see the real him you started to develop feelings for him.
“Y/n?”
“Huh?” You are snapped out of your daze by his voice.
“I asked if you were ready to try yourself now.”
“Oh yeah sorry.” You attempt the choreography again and judging by the smile on Jungkook’s face you must have done it right.
“That was perfect. You’re a fast learner.”
“Well I have a pretty great teacher.” You say with a smile. Jungkook thanks you and smiles back. An idea suddenly pops into your head as you walk over to the speaker and hook your phone up to it.
“Y/n what are you doing?”
“We’ve worked hard the past few days I think we deserve to just let go and have fun.” You put on Anpanman much to Jungkook’s surprise.
“Waiting for your Anpanmaaaan.” You shout. When the beat kicks in you start dancing around like you would if you were home alone. But you find you can just let go and be yourself around Jungkook without fear of being embarrassed. He immediately bursts out laughing but not in a way that is meant to make fun of you, he is completely amused by you singing along to one of their songs in broken Korean and trying to dance their choreography. He gets off the floor and soon joins you, grabbing your hands and dancing around the studio with you and singing along loudly and badly, not even trying to sound good. It feels nice to just let go with you. The joyful smile on your face and seeing you laugh and have fun with him was what sent his heart into overdrive. He realizes in this moment that he really really likes you and that honestly scares him a little bit as he remembers what Taehyung and Jimin said. By the end of the song you both collapse onto the floor together, breathing loudly but laughing to yourselves.
“That was fun.” He turns to look at you and you turn your gaze on him too. He’s absolutely beaming at you and his nose is doing that cute thing where it scrunches and before you can stop yourself you scoot over to place a peck on his lips. When you pull away his mouth is hanging open in shock. He says nothing, as if his brain has stopped working for a moment.
“Jungkook?”
“D-did you just kiss me?”
“I did.. I’m sorry should I not have? Am I reading this all wrong?”
“No, God no I just can’t believe you kissed me.” After he recovers from the initial surprise he leans in and presses his lips to your own. You roll over onto your back and he chases after you, never letting his lips disconnect from yours. You both are completely lost in one another and don’t hear the studio door open.
“Ah, Taehyung that fool forgot his phone and made me come back here to get- OH MY GOD YOU TWO!” Jimin yells. Jungkook slowly breaks away from you and glares at Jimin. “Our plan worked! HA!”
“Plan? What plan? What’s going on?”
“Taehyung and I tried to get you two together and it worked!”
“We just kissed Jimin it’s not a big deal.” Your heart sinks at that and Jungkook hears the breath leave you as if the wind was knocked out of you. “Oh gosh no I didn’t mean it like that y/n. It’s a very big deal to me and it meant a lot to me.” The smile returns to your face hearing that.
“Uh, I’ll just grab Taehyung’s phone and go then sorry!” Jimin runs to the corner of the room and quickly grabs it and leaves. All of the stress and tension leaves your bodies as you both start laughing.
“I had a feeling those two were up to something.” You say.
“I did too. It was so obvious I just didn’t think it was.. this.” He rests his forehead against your own and you both lay there for a few moments letting your breathing calm down.
“I really like you y/n.” He says against your lips before kissing you again.
“I really like you too.”
“So what does this mean then? You’re leaving after the music video shoot is done aren’t you?”
“I mean.. I can stay longer if you want me too. I don’t have anything scheduled until next month. I was taking some time off for myself so... Maybe an extended vacation in Seoul?”
“That sounds perfect.”
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Something Good, Part Eleven
Things I don’t know about include medicine and plants. Thanks Google.
Sorry to Lan Qiren’s reputation I guess I need him to be a dick.
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten
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After morning lessons, the children are taken to the infirmary. They file in, a little row kneeling and a row standing in a half-circle around the bench where Wen Qing stands, holding onto a mortar and pestle like her life depends on it. From his position in the corner, Wei Wuxian gives her a bright encouraging smile. Lan Wangji sweeps in and joins Wen Qing at the front, giving the children his typical not-smile—it strikes Wei Wuxian suddenly that this particular warmth in his face, a loosening of tension around his eyes, maybe, his mouth still neutral but not so set, is something that only comes out around the children. Lan Wangji, he’s starting to realize, exists in the space between things. Not warm, not really, but not entirely cold either.
Wei Wuxian’s good mood is slightly spoiled by the arrival of Lan Qiren. After acknowledging the respectful bows of greeting he remains in the doorway and gestures to Wen Qing.
“Disciples,” Lan Wangi says, standing up a bit straighter, if that’s possible. “Lady Wen is a very accomplished doctor, and she is going to give you all a lesson today. Let us thank her.”
“Thank you, Lady Wen,” the children chorus.
Wen Qing inclines her head. “Today I am going to show you a simple dressing, which helps to heal a cut or scrape. The first thing we do is to clean the wound with fresh water.”
She’s clearly uncomfortable with all of the attention focused on her, but she patiently talks the children through chopping herbs and measuring out oils, which type of cloth is best for binding. She lets them each come up to smell the ingredients separately and the concoction together, looking a bit thrown at their starry-eyed adoration with every question. The children are very well behaved—Wei Wuxian only has to tap the Trio of Terror on the shoulder a few times and raise his eyebrows before they stop fidgeting.
“Now I can show you how to apply the dressing,” Wen Qing says. She turns to Lan Wangji and blushes, looking between him and Lan Qiren awkwardly.
“Here, Lady Wen!” Wei Wuxian pipes up. “I volunteer to be your patient!”
He winds his way around the kids and squeezes in between her and Lan Wangji, rolling up his sleeve. Wen Qing picks up a small knife and the smaller children gasp.
“Wei-qianbei!” Lan Sizhui cries out, covering his eyes.
“Don’t worry, friends! Lady Wen is a very talented doctor and will fix me right up.”
Wen Qing sets the knife against his forearm, but before she can break the skin another hand closes gently around Wei Wuxian’s wrist, pulling him away.
“That is not necessary,” Lan Wangji rumbles, fingers warm and firm and circling Wei Wuxian’s forearm completely.
“It’s alright, Lan Wangji,” he says quietly. “Lady Wen has healed worse than a little cut.”
“It is not necessary,” he says again. He keeps a hold of Wei Wuxian’s arm and picks up a brush, dipping it lightly in ink and drawing a thin line across his skin. “There. That will do.”
“I don’t think—”
“A-Yuan is frightened,” Lan Wangji says quietly, not looking up from the drying ink for a long moment.
When his wits have regathered, Wei Wuxian pulls gently out of his grasp and turns a smile on the children. Lan Qiren is glowering from the doorway.
“We can imagine that this is a little cut. Nothing to worry about! Lady Wen, will you show us how to apply the dressing?”
It’s a bit silly; Wen Qing dabs around the ink with a cloth and ties the fragrant bundle around his arm.
“It feels better already!” he says, striking a strong pose to make the children laugh.
“Yes,” Wen Qing says, fussing with her ingredients. “So that’s how the medicine works. You can add other ingredients as well, if there is swelling or infection.”
The children look at her. She looks at Lan Qiren. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji look at each other.
“Thank you, Lady Wen,” Lan Wangji says, bowing graciously to her. The children mimic him.
Lan Qiren stays in the doorway, watching.
“Hanguang Jun!” Ouyan Zizhen calls out suddenly. “When are you and Lady Wen getting married?”
Little romantic.
“Very soon,” Lan Qiren says from the doorway.
The children buzz with excitement until Lan Qiren clears his throat, frightening them all back to attention. Wei Wuxian stands between the couple, very carefully looking at no one.
Unable to stand another second of silence, Wei Wuxian cries out, “Disciples! Should we show Lady Wen what we learned in the garden?”
There’s a great cheer, and when Lan Wangji gives a nod the children file out of the infirmary.
“Everyone check on your favorite plants and make sure there are no weeds!” Wei Wuxian calls after them.
“Here, let me take this off,” Wen Qing says, reaching for the dressing, but Wei Wuxian pulls back.
“Oh no!” he pouts. “This was a gift from the great Lady Wen. Lan Wangji, don’t let her take it away from me. After all, I may need it one day!”
Wen Qing rolls her eyes and starts out of the room, only to be stopped by Lan Qiren. Wei Wuxian tries to overhear, but Lan Wangji catches his arm again, gently. He reaches out and rubs his thumb over the smear of ink that peeks out from beneath the cloth.
“It would have been fine, Lan Wangji,” Wei Wuxian says softly. “I’ve had worse than a little cut from a friend.”
“I know.”
There’s nothing else to say, and in the silence Wen Qing’s voice carries through the room.
“—I don’t understand, Teacher.”
“Don’t worry, it will become easier as they get to know you. They respect you, and that is what matters. Between you and Lan Wangji, the junior disciples will have everything they need.”
“Uncle,” Lan Wangji says, moving away from Wei Wuxian. “I don’t understand your meaning.”
Lan Qiren waves a dismissive hand. “Certainly you do. After the wedding, when Lady Wen moves to Cloud Recesses permanently, she will take over caring for the children.”
Wei Wuxian digs his thumbnail into the wood of the table.
“Uncle,” Lan Wangji says again, stubbornly polite, “Lady Wen is an accomplished doctor. Surely her talents are more suited for the infirmary. There is no reason Wei Wuxian should not stay as caretaker.”
It looks very wrong for Lan Qiren’s glare to focus on Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian almost wants to dive between them, as if he could take the force of it like a lightning bolt to the chest.
“Wangji, we will be in a stronger negotiating position after the marriage. The Gusu Lan Sect has borne this shame long enough.”
He doesn’t wait for a reply. Wei Wuxian might almost think he’s been forgotten, but Lan Qiren casts him a brief disdainful glance on his way out the door. He digs his nail deeper into the table, then yanks his hand back as a splinter starts to draw blood.
“Come on, Master and Lady,” he says, aiming for cheerful. “The kids are excited.”
They reach the garden just as Lan Yixian hits Su Meiling in the back of the head with a clump of dirt. Before she can start yelping about it, Wei Wuxian rushes over to brush off her hair, waving the others around him with one hand.
“Here, here, come on. Let’s show Lady Wen and Hanguang Jun what we learned about the garden. Do you remember?”
“Yes, Wei-qianbei!” they crow.
I’m going to miss that, he thinks.
He lines them up in a scraggly, muddy row, silently wishing he could change them into their play clothes, and says, “You know the song, so sing when I direct you! Licorice first!”
He taps Wen Ning on the shoulder and sings quietly along with him.
“In a sandy bed in bright light
Here is licorice, growing strong!”
Wei Wuxian taps Yao Hauling on the head, and she sings, “Soothes your stomach with one small bite!”
“Everybody!”
“Sun and rain we sing our song!”
Wei Wuxian spins along behind them, tapping heads between each line.
“In the shade with lots of water—”
“Here is ginseng, growing strong!”
“Helps revive a sleepy daughter.”
“Sun and rain we sing our song!”
“Winding up the poles in sunshine—”
“Lei gong teng is growing strong!”
“Fixes swelling—clever green vine!”
“Sun and rain we sing our song!”
“Here in shadow, where it’s soggy—”
“Pink rhodora growing strong!”
“Take when mountains make you groggy.”
“Sun and rain we sing our song!”
“Excellent, excellent!” Wei Wuxian shouts, tousling hair and pinching cheeks. Lan Wangji and Wen Qing clap, and Wen Qing leans over to give her brother a squeeze.
“I knew they couldn’t take your music away,” she murmurs to him, smiling over Wen Ning’s shoulder.
“I don’t get in trouble if someone else sings it,” he replies, tapping his nose.
“I am very impressed by your memorization,” Lan Wangji says. Lan Sizhui looks like he’s about to lift off the ground with pride. “And the medicine garden is very well-tended. You have all been very attentive to the plants and also to the rabbits on the back hill. The Lan sect and I thank you for your dedication.” He bows very formally, and the children bow in return, struggling to keep their grins under control.
“Now, my clever, muddy rascals,” Wei Wuxian says, “off to lunch! Go on, wash the dirt off your hands. It may be medicinal, but it tastes bad on rice. Go, go!”
“Dirt is not medicinal,” Wen Qing says as they run ahead of him.
“It’s a medicine garden, Wen Qing.” He winks at her. “Walk! Don’t run! Walk! Come on—”
“Wei Wuxian,” Lan Wangji says. “A word.”
It’s not a question, but it’s not a command either. Somewhere in between.
Wen Qing nods to them both and hurries off after the children.
“She’ll get the hang of it,” Wei Wuxian says. Stop. Shut up. “They’ll love her. So will you, of course. If you don’t already.” Shut. Up.
“Wei Wuxian,” Lan Wangji frowns, “about what Lan Qiren said.”
“Don’t worry about it. Never mind! Naturally, nothing lasts forever. Naturally!”
“Wei Wuxian—”
“Although I do agree with you, Wen Qing is wasted outside the infirmary. Not wasted, obviously! What do I know? Lan Qiren is so old fashioned. But! Above my pay grade, clearly. Actually, I don’t get paid—”
“Wei Wuxian—”
“Wei Ying. Please.” He swallows and looks down at his hands, picking at his bandage. “Once. Once more.”
“Wei Ying.”
He hates how it thrills him.
“You work hard. What you do—I can’t do what you do.”
“You sell yourself short, Second Master Lan.”
“Lan Zhan.” Wei Wuxian’s eyes snap up to meet his. He looks very much like he wants to break eye contact, but he doesn’t.
“Aiyah,” Wei Wuxian breathes.
“Only when the children aren’t around.”
“Obviously.”
Lan Wangji nods, turns, hesitates, and leaves.
“Aiyah.” Somehow, haltingly, Wei Wuxian smiles.
Part Twelve
#assorted writings#something good#the untamed#cql#mo dao zu shi#writing dumb little songs is one of the only things I can do quickly#so there you go
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Taste of a Poison Paradise, Chapter 1 (Multi) - Joley
a/n: there were too many ships to fit into the title but the ones in this fic are crygi, lemyanka, sportsdoll, jaidie, and branjie/kamjie
Lemon let out a whiny groan as her alarm went off. Unlike the average alarm, hers was set to 6:30 at night, leaving her just enough time to get up and ready for her shift. She sat up and looked over, then gave Priyanka’s shoulder a light shove. “Rise and shine,” she mumbled as she got out of bed and grabbed the lingerie she’d laid out that morning and covered it with sweats and Priyanka’s flannel shirt.
“Every day I have to wake up and participate in society,” Priyanka lamented as she got out of bed. Her uniform consisted of a simple black t-shirt and jeans, making her routine much shorter than Lemon’s, who had to get all dolled up. “Gonna make coffee,” she decided, shuffling into the kitchen.
While Priyanka was making coffee, Jan came out of the other bedroom. “We carpooling tonight, Pri?” she asked, propping her elbows up on the counter and resting her chin on her hands.
“Yeah, if y’all aren’t planning on hanging out once the shift ends,” she answered, a slight stiffness in her tone. “Can’t stick around.”
Jan knew she needn’t say anything else. “Gotcha,” she nodded before grabbing her sweatshirt off the couch.
The three of them arrived at the club and clocked in on time, much like they always did. Priyanka went to get her station set up while Jan and Lemon joined the other girls in the dressing room to finish their makeup.
“Brooke Lynn told me she’s bringing in a friend of hers tonight,” Vanessa remarked as she swiped highlighter along her cheek. “Met at a convention or some shit in France and this is her welcoming celebration ‘cause she just moved out here.”
“Rich and French?” Jan’s brow quirked with interest and she strummed her fingers together, acting as if she were ‘scheming’. “Damn, I’m glad I just got my hair done.”
“But what if she tips you in euros?” Gigi chuckled.
“Actually,” Jaida chimed in, “the euro is worth like, twenty percent more than the dollar. So, it’d be a better gig if she did.” She tilted her head when the rest of the girls looked at her with either surprised or perplexed expressions. “What? I can know shit too.”
Jackie poked her head into the dressing room, then leaned against the doorframe. “I come in and you guys are talking about economics? I never cease to be amazed at this place. Anyway, just letting all of you know that the new security guard is starting tonight. I expect you all to be nice to her.”
“We’re always nice,” Jan cooed and batted her lashes. “Aren’t we, girls?”
“Speak for yourself, I’ve got an image to maintain,” Lemon retorted.
Just as Jackie was about to turn and leave, she heard footsteps and turned around. “Oh good, Kameron, you’re here. Come say hi to the girls,” she said, excitedly gesturing her over.
A muscled, tattooed blonde made her way over, stopping just a step into the dressing room. She seemed very aware of all the eyes on her, and perhaps a bit shy because of it. “Hey,” she greeted with an awkward wave.
Jackie went down the line introducing the girls. “This is Lemon, Jan, Gigi, Jaida, and Vanessa. Don’t worry, they don’t bite.”
“I make no promises,” Vanessa chimed in, twirling her hair around her finger as she looked Kameron over.
Jaida chuckled and tapped Vanessa’s thigh. “Down, girl. Sit. Stay.” Then she looked back up and warned Kameron, “Vanjie likes blondes.”
“Behave,” Jackie jokingly chastised, though she knew it would fall on deaf ears. “I’m gonna go get Kameron set up out front,” she said before the two of them left.
Once they’d left, Gigi leaned over to talk to Vanessa. “How’s your girlfriend gonna feel about you giving bedroom eyes to the new recruit, huh?”
“Relax, I just looked at her, not like I tried to eat her pussy or somethin’,” she retorted. “And you can’t say shit about girlfriends when your ass can’t even ask Crystal out on a date.” She got a chorus of ‘ooooh’ from the other girls at that and made Gigi turn red.
——
“Gigi, Jaida, and I are gonna hit up that new diner two blocks over after work, you in?” Crystal asked during a slow point in their shift.
Priyanka sighed and looked down at the empty glasses she was clearing off from the bar. “Can’t,” she mumbled, then reluctantly added, “I told Mark I’d pick him up from the airport.”
“I should’ve recognized that pain face,” she mused with a sympathetic nod. “Does your girlfriend know your boyfriend’s back in town?” she asked, cocking her head to the stage Lemon was dancing on.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Priyanka caught the defensiveness in her tone, so she tried to playfully follow it up with “she’s my mistress.”
Crystal chuckled, dividing her attention between her coworker and the customers that came up to the bar. “Whatever you gotta call it. At least he’s out of town like, what, forty weeks out of the year?”
“And yet it never feels like enough.”
The other bartender shook her head. “Remind me again why you’re still with him.”
“He’s… my safety blanket. No one asks me too many questions if they know I’m still with him. I can be normal and not have to worry about my family disowning me,” she explained.
“Oh, right, I forgot how far in the closet you are. Which is easy to do when you consider… every other aspect of your personality.” Crystal looked over and spotted Brooke Lynn approaching with a dark-haired woman at her side. “Who’s your friend, Brooke?”
“This is Nicky, she just moved here from Paris. Had to give her the proper welcome, you know?” Brooke explained. “I ran it by Jackie, gonna have her set up in the VIP room once she picks who she wants to-”
“Her.” Nicky had only turned away for a moment when her eyes locked on one of the dancers. “I have decided. I want that one.”
Brooke looked over, amused at the promptness in her decision. “Jan? Good choice. Crystal, set Nicky up with a cognac while I go let Jackie know to get her set up,” she explained as she got up. “If I don’t come back, assume Vanjie’s got me captive and don’t send for help.”
Priyanka watched as Brooke left. “God, that bitch has her whole life together and then some. Like, actual life goals, you know?”
“Priyanka also aspires to be a rich businesswoman that gets to rail a stripper on the regular,” Crystal explained to Nicky as she handed her the drink.
Nicky lifted her glass to her in approval. “Aim high, love,” she said and took a sip. “So, tell me about this girl I’ve picked, Jan, yes?”
“Oh, Jan’s great,” Crystal told her. “She’s a real sweetheart, you know? Like, the type to accidentally make customers fall in love with her because she just radiates that warm energy. Even had to ruin the illusion by outing herself a couple of times.”
“Yeah, but that was when that guy proposed to her, remember?” Priyanka chimed in. “Nice guy, stupid as all fuck.”
Nicky listened with amusement to the anecdotes the bartenders went on about until she spotted Jan coming her way, instantly tuning out everything around her to focus on the scantily clad woman.
Jan smiled and held her hand out. “Follow me, I’ll take you to the VIP room.”
“Then, by all means, lead the way,” she purred and followed her as they weaved through the club, to a room behind velvet ropes.
The room itself was designed to look even more expensive than it was with its red and gold color scheme and velvety fabrics. There was a plush couch, a table with champagne in an ice bucket, and a basket containing various sexual accessories – fuzzy handcuffs, lube, things of that nature. It was also perfectly spotless, which was easy to maintain with how rarely it was used. For the most part, it was up to the dancers to decide if they even wanted to confirm the existence of VIP rooms, let alone bring anyone into that space.
But Jan seemed thrilled to have Nicky in there with her. Especially since she knew she wouldn’t have to keep up her professional pretenses – Nicky came in with Brooke, after all. “So, I’m sure Brooke probably told you, but we make up whatever rules we want based on the client. But since this is your big American welcome present, I’m cool with following your lead.”
“Oh, sweetie,” Nicky cupped Jan’s face. “I don’t know if you want to give me that much power. There’s just far too much I’d like to do to you.”
Jan felt a chill go up her spine. The intensity of Nicky’s gaze paired with the coolness in her voice had her entranced on the spot. “Even better. Nothing’s sexier than a powerful woman.”
“As if I had any doubt on what a bottom you are,” she lightly teased as she sat down on the couch. She leaned back, admiring the beautiful woman she had all to herself. “Purple is your color,” she observed, admiring the way the violet lingerie fit her body, how it framed her perfectly while still begging to be ripped off.
“Why thank you, it’s my favorite,” Jan hummed, making her way over and straddling Nicky’s lap. She wasn’t used to having any sort of banter on the clock. Normally, a customer’s brain would short circuit as soon as they saw her tits, and that was how she liked it – the best man was a silent man as far as she was concerned.
But even Nicky seemed to have had enough with the talking, having moved on to kissing along Jan’s neck while her hands wandered her body. Eventually, she let them rest on Jan’s ass, which she groped and slapped while the two of them made out.
Jan let out a pleased sigh against Nicky’s lips. She rolled her hips slowly at first, arching towards Nicky’s touch and threading her fingers through her hair. “God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” she murmured as she undid her new client’s top.
“So are you, angel,” Nicky purred as she unhooked Jan’s bra and let it drop to the floor. She could tell she had caught Jan a bit off guard – normally the client would never undress the stripper. But it was clear Jan didn’t take issue, so she continued, kissing down her neck and chest, between her breasts, then teasingly swiping her tongue over both nipples. While she licked and sucked at her breasts, Nicky moved her hands back down, lightly snapping Jan’s panties against her and peeling them off once Jan lifted her hips up to let her.
It was so rare for Jan to be able to give up control at work. Her true submissive preferences were reserved exclusively for her personal life, lest anyone get the wrong idea. But Nicky had her under her thumb without even trying, and honestly, Jan found that even hotter. She wanted Nicky as badly as Nicky wanted her, and she didn’t make any attempt to hide it, going right to undressing Nicky once she was naked herself.
“So eager,” Nicky couldn’t help but call her out. “You must be so desperate to get fucked after teasing ugly men all night, hm?” She moved her hand between Jan’s thighs and traced her fingers along her slit. “You’re wet already, you little whore.” She then tapped her thigh lightly to redirect her. “On your knees,” she instructed, “you know what to do.”
Of course she did, Jan had just been eagerly awaiting her command. She got on her knees in front of Nicky, pulling her trousers and panties down to her ankles before situating herself between her thighs. She licked a stripe up her slit, then eased her tongue in, alternating between slow and fast, deep and shallow licks and thrusts.
Nicky tilted her head back and let out a deep moan. “Fuck, good girl,” she grunted. Her hand moved to the back of Jan’s head, holding her head in place with just a bit of firmness to keep her going.
Not that Jan would’ve stopped even if her life depended on it. Every time Nicky bucked her hips up or pushed down on her head, it turned her on and encouraged her all the more. Her hands gripped onto Nicky’s waist to hold her close and not let up until she was certain she had came, then pulled back with a bright, hopeful expression.
And Nicky knew exactly how to react, she could tell right away that Jan was the type that thrived on praise and positive reinforcement. “You did so well, babygirl,” she cooed and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Get up and sit on my face, Mama’s gonna make you feel good.”
Jan nearly tripped over herself with how quickly she scrambled to her feet. She waited for Nicky to lay down on the couch before straddling her face and gripping the arm of the couch, then let out a breathy moan when she felt Nicky’s tongue inside her. “Fuck…”
Nicky held onto Jan’s ass as she thrust her tongue steadily. She smirked to herself when she heard how desperate and needy the younger woman’s moans were. This was not going to be their last encounter, that she was certain of, and by the time she had made Jan come, she was already thinking about the next time.
“Oh my fucking god,” Jan was still trembling when she got off of Nicky, sitting down to catch her breath. “Is that what French kissing really is?”
“I like to think so,” Nicky chuckled, sitting up and getting dressed. “Either way, that was just the welcome I had hoped for, and I will certainly be coming back for you. I’d take you home if I could.”
“Who’s to say you can’t?” Jan batted her lashes and twirled her hair around her finger.
——
“You know, with the way Nicky pounced on Jan, you might not be getting her back tonight,” Brooke warned. She was sitting in Jackie’s office with Vanessa sitting on her lap, though Vanessa had more or less checked out while Brooke and Jackie caught up.
Jackie laughed softly. “If I know Jan, and I tend to think I do, she won’t mind in the slightest,” she assured. “Though sometimes I worry you’re gonna keep bringing your friends in and pairing off all my girls.”
“What can I say? I’ve found my niche,” she hummed. “And it’s all good as long as you keep up those profit margins, right?”
“Oh god, are y’all just gonna talk business and shit all night?” Vanessa whined.
Brooke arched her brow at her girlfriend. “We’re not making you stay here, babe. You can go do a set or hang out in the dressing room,” she suggested. “You know, considering this is still your job,” she added.
“You can just get Kameron to babysit her,” Jackie remarked offhandedly, oblivious to the way Vanessa had suddenly tensed and sat upright or the way she was glaring a hole into her head.
And Brooke hadn’t picked up on it either, just coming off as confused. “Who’s Kameron? Another dancer?”
Vanessa had started to answer. “No, she ain’t nobody, she just-”
“She’s the new security guard,” Jackie explained. “I like her, she seems nice, really funny once she warms up to you, a little quiet otherwise.”
“Is she…you know…”
“Gay? Yeah, she a fitness dyke, I can tell,” Vanessa chimed in.
Jackie cleared her throat awkwardly. “I mean, I didn’t want to assume.”
Brooke arched her brow. “You, the woman who has managed to employ five lesbian strippers and two lesbian bartenders, didn’t want to assume? Like, you want us to believe that was purely coincidental and not your full intention?” While she had meant it lightheartedly, she noticed Jackie start to curl into herself. “Jackie… do you think we don’t know?”
Jackie swallowed thickly. “Vanjie, do you think you could give me a minute with Brooke?” she asked softly, then waited for Vanessa to leave before she redirected her attention to completely focus on Brooke. “I-I don’t know what you mean. What are you talking about?”
Brooke’s expression became more concerned. Her brows furrowed as she leaned closer and spoke in a hushed tone. “Do you… wait… are you not out?”
“Out of what?” she bristled, sitting upright and pointedly averting her gaze. “There’s nothing for me to be ‘out’ of. Because I’m not. I’m not.”
“Jackie…” she reached out and took her hand. She knew what a delicate subject this could be, but she also knew she would be remiss if she ignored it. “If there was ever a safe space…”
Jackie shook her head, suddenly getting up and pacing back and forth across the room. “You don’t understand. Firstly, my family, they… they just wouldn’t get it. They still think I own a restaurant.” She sighed heavily, finally stopping and leaning against her desk. “Besides, acknowledging my attraction to girls in a place like this… it’s just asking for trouble, you know? Priyanka is the only person that knows, and that’s just because she’s in the same boat.”
Brooke nodded as she listened. “But even still, Pri’s out to everyone here. You don’t have to go through this alone.”
“Pri’s out to everyone here so she can fuck Lemon in peace,” she retorted with a dry laugh. “I mean, it’s not like I haven’t thought about… like I wouldn’t…”
“You’re afraid of catching feelings for one of the girls.”
“No,” Jackie squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, everything she had spent so long burying was pushing through all at once. It made her feel dizzy and nauseous and faced with the realization that telling the truth was the only thing that could relieve that sense of unease. “I’m afraid I already have.”
#rpdr fanfiction#crygi#branjie#kamjie#jan x nicky#jackie x jaida#lemon x priyanka#drcan#can1#s12#lesbian au#smut#taste of poison paradise#joley#rare pair#jan sport#nicky doll#lemon#priyanka#crystal methyd#gigi goode#jackie cox#jaida essence hall#brooke lynn hytes#kameron michaels#vanessa vanjie mateo
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