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tparker48 · 8 months

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Request for Ayosus

After falling victim to a Ashton's prank, Austin was made pliable as he was turned into a pair of underwear. He tried him on for himself, mushing him between his cheeks as the thin lining danced over his hole. Having had his fun, he placed Austin along the bench as he fished for the antidote. But his friend Jeremy distracted him, telling Ashton about their last game.

Austin couldn't access the rest of his face, flopping around the bench to turn himself over. "Hey guys? A little help here?"

He slowly moved along the edge of the bench, the sleeve of the jockstrap slouching toward the floor. Jerking again, gravity took control as he fell off the bench, landing in a duffle back further below. It reeked of musk, a dildo bulging into his face.

He struggled to remove the rubbery cock head. His mouth snagging on the puffed edges "Gas? Halp!"

The two continued to talk, turning the corner as Jermey showed images on his phone. Another door soon opened, water droplets hitting the cemented floor before a shadow appeared over the bag. Austin couldn't muster the strength to turn himself to look, forcing himself to use his weak angle of his eyes as he looked around the filled bag. He noticed a translucent cup just next to him, a glare from the slanted ceiling as a figure loomed overhead.

A watery hand soon entered, cold droplets pattering into his gaping hole as he was lifted to the outside. The bag came into view. Watery feet wiggling below as a towel wrapped around a pair of legs. Fingertips tapped at the jockstrap, Austin's gaze filling with a built football player as their face came to view. It was Zane, the gassy football player on his team. His gaze was turned forward, fingers widening the underwear as he peeked inside.

"I know for a fact these aren't my underwear, who keeps leaving these in here?" He said, prodding at the puckering cushion.

Austin's eyes scrunched as his hole was stretched open. He wanted to close it to deter from the humiliation, but the prying finger denied it as it burrowed through his now cottoned backside.

"Hmm, ah well. I guess I can try these on, beats wearing my boxers again after practice." Zane unraveled his towel, letting it drop to the floor before he lowered the jockstrap to his feet. Stepping inside, he guided it up his thigh as it cushioned beneath him.

Austin gazed around him, towering thighs filling his peripheral as he rose higher up. Round muscle caved into his facing, rolling beneath him as his elasticity was put to the test. His eyes slanted. His mouth thinned as he sank between flesh and drenched him in warm water. His ass pulled away from him, the cock protruding in between as it guided itself into his hole.

Austin winced, his limbs aching as they were stretched like taffy. "That's..Ah! Hey!"

Zane snapped the waistband along himself, adjusting the front of the jockstrap as the corners of his testicles bulged from the curvature of the fabric. "Damn these sure are tight. Whoever wears these daily really needs a wardrobe change."

He lifted his shorts to his legs, tucking the jockstrap inside as he grabbed the rest of his things. Austin was shrouded in darkness, the mounds tenderizing corners of his face as the player began to walk. This is maddening, Austin thought. This was supposed to be a light prank, not a change of fashion. He struggled against his restrained environment, each step sinking him back to the puckered hole that pinched at his face.

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Zane tied his shorts around his waist before taking a turn toward the exercising room. The day was still young enough for him to get a quick exercise before traffic kicked in through the gym. entering through the metal doors, he followed the pathway towards the glass rooms that rested around him, selecting one in the far corner where dumb bells rested on the shelves.

He closed the door, taking the time to stretch his legs to warm them up. They snagged against the jockstrap, twisting like gears rusted together as it pulled at his pubic hairs. These things were certainly rigid, he thought. He tugged harder as they slid against them, stretching them to its max as he took a step.

"Zane!" Austin's voice rang. Softened by the player's glutes.

Zane turned around, following the voice behind him, finding only himself in the room as the other rooms were clear. He could have swore he heard someone. Was it just in his head? He shrugged as he took to the equipment, exercising his arms as he sat upon the bench.

"Yo Zane!" A voice came from the door, Ashton entering as Jeremy followed behind him.

"Oh what's up? I thought I heard someone talking." Zane said, dabbing them as they closed the door.

"What, did you think you were the only one looking for a quiet space? Hah, don't think so."

"We were just having a little fun with Austin. Though he seemed to have slipped from our sight" Ashton said.

Zane lifted his weights, squatting down to grab another dumb bell. "He always seems to do that. If he's not distant he's up in your business." He continued to lift, but felt a snag pull at his hairs. He winced at the sharp pain, forcing himself out of the crouched position as he sat the dumbbells along the corner. "And he's not the only one, this jockstrap is so damn tight."

"Take off your shorts, that should do it."

"I don't want to risk the coach walking in on us. Still remember he thought we were having a cock contest."

"Ah don't be such a worry wart." Ashton said. "There's no one here besides us."

That statement didn't sound promising, but it was better than having his undergarments tearing at his body. He ringed his fingers along the rim of his shorts, stepping out of them as he scooted it beneath the bench. "There, that feels a lot better."

He stretched his legs and popped his toes, returning back to his squats before he lost track. The two watched as he lifted himself from the ground. Ashton eyed Zane's backside, the jockstrap wrapped around drawing his attention. He moved in, walking behind Zane as he could feel the wind flow from his body.

"Ah how badly I wanted to let them breathe. You have no Ide-" a palm struck his backside, his muscle recoiling as he locked in place. His glutes rippled, a burning sensation spreading across his left cheek. "The hell?!"

"Mm, it's got that ripple effect to it." Ashton said.

"Really? Let me have a try." Jeremy said.

Zane shrouded his behind with his palms. "Nobody's trying anything! This ass is unsmakable!"

"Aw come on, just a little squeeze. Those things really bring out your ass."

"Yeah, like a giant beach ball."

"You think?..I mean, no! It's off limits." Zane grabbed his shorts beneath the bench and placed them back on.

He could still feel the impact from Ashton's palm, pulsing beneath the layers of his shorts. He'd better not half left a mark, he thought. But despite the smack, Ashton's words did stick, this jockstrap does bring out his ass. Too much if it got them excited. Maybe he could..no, he didn't have time to think about it now. He had to get home before the sun left the sky.

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The door opened softly as the cool air welcomed Zane. His tired feet aching from the long flight of stairs as they carried him through the room. He turned the conditioning higher, stripping down to his underwear as he walked around the living room.

Deep between his mounds, Austin still remained squished, unable to smell the cool air blowing into the player's body as salty fluid dampened the middle of his face. How long has it been since he's been worn? He couldn't remember the time of day before he was succumbed by the mountain of flesh. Even without the fabric covering overhead, the space looked dim as he gazed out from the valleyed crack.

But that all changed as a thud rung through the walls, the crack rippling before fingers widened them.

The musky scenery transformed, cool conditioning blowing into Austin as the scent of roses carried in its wind. Looking through the narrow window of the mounds, he saw Zane move through the room as a mattress rested near the wall, tossing off the last of his clothing as it dangled off the far shelf.

A mirror loomed into his view, Zane's slender physique filling the frame as he looked back and rubbed over his rear. He pinched at the cheek, exposing his predicament mirror. "Damn thing's in there deep, no wonder it was soar on the way here."

Austin squinted upon the player's pries, flinching as fingers prodded at the strip. He tried opening his mouth, but found them sealed shut by the crumpled folds, barely able to let out a mutter as the fingers climbed over him. The digit ringed beneath his face, bulging one side off the other as it stirred inside the puckering hole behind him. He winced at its sloppy sound, like someone smacking their lips in his ear as the finger nudged against him.

"I guess that's gonna be the best gap. My guts feel like they're on fire." Zane said.

Zane took a breath, the mounds rippling as bubbling filled Austin's lobes. That couldn't be what he thought it was, he thought. He didn't know if he could even withstand its blasts. The glutes turned to the ceilings, fingers latching to the corners of the ass as they pulled more flesh apart. A hiss rang from the hole like a tear in an inflatable device, warmth radiating his nostrils as it climbed to the rest of the fabric.

"That's it..just gotta..s..squeeze it." Zane said, churns resonating in his waist as he pulled his cheeks further apart.

Austin winced at the player's foul aroma, a sharp scent of sulfur bringing him to tears as it soaked into him. He'd believe he'd melt with how hot it was, but the mixture of the cool conditioning deterred that from happening. But it did nothing for the frowsy breath that remained. Moans filled the air, a finger dipping into his face as they released the bonds blocking his mouth, stuffing the fingertip inside as it drove into the tight sphincter.

"Ah fuck, there we go. That feels a little bit better." Zane leaned his rear higher, fingering the fabric as his shaft erected.

It was like being skewered as Austin endured the assault. The salty finger in his mouth was already enough he could handle, but the impact of the cock against his hole drove him on edge as he squirmed pleasure. His moans softened by the finger, gumming at the knuckle to catch Zane's attention. He tried to muster words, but came distorted by the flesh blanketed by his own body, shriveling as the finger retracted.

Zane was drunk on his own pleasure, cupping his crotch as it leaked seed from deeper within. Hands clutched eagerly at the corner of his ass, sending Austin in darkness once again as muscle squeaked around him. The earthy scent spread along the walls like cologne, constantly invading his nose as the sweat soaked higher into the fabric.

The hand tossed to the side, Zane beginning to loft as he leaned off the bed. He looked to his bubbled glutes, ringing his fingers against the lining of his crack as a fart squeezed from inside. He pulled them apart, the puckered star blossoming as it nipped at Austin. He farted again, its boom shaking him to his core as it rumbled through him.

Austin blinked to adjust to the blistering air, his lips more maneuverable as he smacked the ends together. “Z..Za..Zan-” a ring echoed through the room, Zane turning over as he picked up the phone.

"Yo Ashton, finally decided to get out of the gym?” Zane said.

“Yeah we decided to call it quits, we can’t seem to find Austin anywhere.”

“Bummer, that sucks. He must’ve gone home when we went to the gym. You know how he gets when it comes to being a plus one.”

“Hehe, yeah I suppose you're right.” his friend said. “Say, you still have that underwear on?”

Austin tried to speak, but the player's thighs mushed against him. “Yeah, I still got them on. They’re still tight, but I think my ass is starting to get used to them.”

“You should wear them often, they make you look sexy. With how tight they are I bet they remind me of when I tried on Austin.”

"Tried on?"

“I-I mean would you look at the time, I’d best be getting some sleep. Chow!”

Zane opened his mouth to speak, but the line ended as a buzz rang through his ear. Shrugging it off, he pulled the covers over his waist. Leaving just a glimpse of his smooth rear as it pointed to the mirror. He smiled as he looked to his backside. “Fuck it, I'm already too deep to not wear where them now. Though they could use a bit of stretching.”

He rubbed over his glutes with the covers, his fingers ringing into his crack. He heaved at himself, gas spewing out from his hole as it escaped into the open air. Austin looked through the tight valley, his eyes watering as he tried to call for Zane. But the sharp hiss drowned him out, the glutes closing together as they sealed his fate. From that day one, he was no more than a pair of undergarments. Worn to every occasion Zane went to as he traveled through practice. Many still wonder where Austin disappeared to. But if they listened, they could hear the soft sound of muffling. But they will never know from where.

#musk #object tf #farts #unaware

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hedawanheda · 10 months

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secret recipe- prologue

Clarke has been given six months to find a serious and genuine relationship or else her father will hand over the company to Cage Wallace. Lexa just wants to cook.

Lexa is the Griffin’s personal chef.

Clarke Griffin is a leader. She’s a girl who knows what she wants and she doesn’t care how she gets it. When she talks, people listen. When she walks by, people stare. She exudes a confidence and energy that makes everyone who knows her respect her, while also fearing her a little. Her life is dedicated to her work, the Fortune 500 company her family had built from the ground up.

So when her father announces at his retirement party (that she flew all the way from California to attend and moved back home for this promotion) that his temporary successor would be Cage Wallace, she is understandably pissed.

“Don’t cause a scene,” her mother whispered harshly to her as she watched Cage walk up and shake her father’s hand. Clarke was in utter disbelief, waiting for her to wake up from her nightmare or for Ashton Kutcher to come out and say she was punk’d.

Cage caught her eye, sending her a gloating smile as he posed for the papers. Clarke felt the heat rise to her cheeks as her anger began to take over, clenching her glass so tightly that she was surprised it didn’t break. That should be her up there.

As the applause for Cage continued, Clarke downed the rest of her drink. Then the rest of her mom’s. Then she flagged down a waiter who was passing out shots to celebrate Cage’s promotion and Jake’s retirement.

And then she doesn’t remember the rest of her night.

She wakes up in her childhood bedroom which she miraculously got to somehow in her drunken state. The sun shines into her eyes way too early, rousing her from her deep slumber. Her rumbling stomach, pounding head, and dry mouth are too much to ignore, so she dragged herself out of her bed and trudged her way down to the kitchen in search of a greasy breakfast and some aspirin.

She opened the refrigerator and let the cold air hit her, taking a deep sigh and rubbing her forehead before searching for the orange juice. When she found it, she took a swig from the bottle, letting the citrusy flavor cost her parched tongue.

“Good morning, Miss Clarke,”

Clarke dropped the bottle of juice, startled by the other presence in the room. She was so hungover that she didn’t realize that she wasn’t alone.

“Holy shit- Lexa?!” she gaped. Clarke hadn’t seen Lexa since the girl went off to culinary school in Paris a decade ago.

“Welcome home,” Lexa smiled, ignoring the blonde’s disheveled appearance. Clarke was grateful for that, considering she was in a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and an old oversized college sweatshirt. Her hair was piled into a messy bun, and she undoubtedly had bags under her eyes from her late night. “Can I get something started for you?” Lexa asked politely.

“Huh?” Clarke was so shocked from seeing her old friend that she didn’t take in her appearance. Lexa was wearing a white chef’s coat and black pants, her hair tied back in braids. She was standing behind the kitchen counter, hands folded behind her back with an array of skillets and knives laid out in front of her.

“For breakfast,” Lexa explained patiently. “What would you like?”

“What are you doing here?” Clarke asked, answering Lexa’s question with one of her own. “The last time I heard you were at some Michelin star restaurant in the French Riviera.”

Lexa pretended that she didn’t hear that. “There’s pancakes or waffles, I could also do crepes if you wanted those. Omelets, eggs Benedict, frittata-“

“Wait, hold on-“

“Oatmeal, French toast, bagels-“

“Can you just stop for a minute-“

“Your dad has me hide his sugary cereal from your mom, I can dig that out-“

“Lexa! Stop listing breakfast food!” Clarke said, exasperated. “What are you doing in my house?”

Lexa paused, looked down and avoiding Clarke’s eyes. “Isn’t it obvious? I work here,”

“But… why?” Clarke was genuinely confused. Why would someone give up a great and promising career to cook for her parents?

She didn’t get her answer, because her father entered the kitchen with a bright and cheery smile on his face. Clarke instantly scowled. She may not have remembered how most of her night had gone, but she remembered being burned by the person she called her father.

“Good morning, sweetie. Good morning, Lexa,” he said gleefully. He walked over and kissed the top of Clarke’s head, ignoring his daughter’s sour face. “Isn’t today a glorious day?”

“I see you’re enjoying your first day of retirement, sir,” Lexa grinned at him. “Shall I prepare your usual?”

“Please. But add extra bacon, I feel like celebrating,”

“Didn’t you and your bestie Cage do enough of that last night?” Clarke grumbled. Jake turned to her, smiling, and placed his hands on both sides of her face.

“Lighten up, sweetie. I’m sure once you have some food in you, you’ll be happier,”

“Food won’t make me happy,” Clarke said through squished cheeks. She removed her father’s hands from her face, angrily crossing her arms. Jake chuckled at his daughter’s death glare.

“You’ve haven’t had Lexa’s cooking in a long while. She’s like a food Midas, anything she makes turns to gold,”

“What happened to Alie?” Jake’s smile fell while Lexa looked down at her hands. “What?” Clarke asked again, looking between her father and Lexa. It was weird seeing Lexa at the house and not having her mom there, the chef the Griffins had since before Clarke was born.“What are you not telling me?”

“My mother passed away last year,” Lexa said quietly, not meeting Clarke’s eye. “Cancer,”

This morning has turned out to be quite the surprising event for the blonde.

“Excuse me?!” Clarke said angrily, turning to her father. “You didn’t think of mentioning this to me over the past year? That the woman I’ve known for as long as I’ve known you died?”

“In his defense, she wanted to keep her illness private,” Lexa explained calmly. When Clarke looked at her, her gaze softened. She wasn’t the one Clarke was rightfully angry towards. “The funeral was a small affair. Just family,”

Clarke frowned. Wasn’t she considered family? “That still doesn’t mean it was okay not to mention it to me,”

“You’re right,” Jake sighed, holding up his hands in surrender. “I’m sorry, that was wrong of me. Why don’t we sit down and have Lexa make us a nice breakfast. I’m sure there’s something on your mind,”

“Why did you pass over me for the promotion?” Clarke asked as Lexa slid plates of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast in front of her and Jake. “Why did you choose Cage of all people?”

“I know what you think of him, but he’s actually a brilliant man,” Jake started digging into his meal, talking with his mouth full. “Difficult, but brilliant,”

“But I don’t understand. You’ve been preparing me to take over for you since I started at the company. And I actually worked my way up from the bottom,”

“Cage is only a temporary solution,” Jake explained. “He will be interim CEO for the next six months before I decide if you’re fit enough to take over,”

“And what do you consider that to be?”

“How do I say this?” Jake rubbed his chin. “Clarke, you need a life,”

Clarke looked and felt offended. “What are you talking about? I have a life,”

“You’re a twenty eight year old workaholic who’s never had a serious partner before. Your mother and I are worried about you,”

“And where’s Mom now? Work.” Clarke snapped. “And the partner thing? A little misogynistic, don’t you think?”

Jake sighed. “Honey, don’t start. If I gave you the position right away, you would never find time to settle down,”

“So what are you saying? I can’t get the position I earned until I get hitched?”

“Not exactly,”

”Not exactly?”

“Well, not married per say, but a relationship, yes,”

Clarke stared at her father, eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re serious,”

“I am,” Jake nodded. “You need to get out there and actually live in the world, Clarke. There’s so much more to life than an office.”

“I do yoga,” Clarke pointed out. “Work’s not my entire life,”

“Honey, I don’t think you realize how sad that sounds,”

Clarke slumped down in her chair. “I could just hire someone, you know,”

“I know. But I’m using the honor code here. I just want you to be happy, to settle down,”

“I can be happy and not be in a relationship,”

“But you’re not,” Jake folded his hands on the table, pushing his empty plate away. ��Just try. Put yourself out there. As long as I see you’re at least making an effort, the gig is yours.” This made Clarke sit up straighter in her chair.

“Really?” she asked. “So I have to just go on a few dates?”

“Emphasis on the effort, Clarke. And besides, six months is a long time, who knows? Maybe you’ll find your person,” Jake smiled warmly at his daughter, who rolled her eyes. “You’re a little too old for that now,”

“And I’m also a little too old for you to be telling me what to do,”

Jake sighed. “This isn’t a punishment. I really do want what’s best for you Clarke. Six months. That’s all I’m asking for,”

“Fine,” Clarke huffed, throwing down her fork on her partially eaten plate. She had lost her appetite, no matter how good it looked. “I’ll agree to this, no matter how dumb it is. It’s not like I’m actually going to fall in love just because you gave me a deadline.” Jake smiled, doing a little happy dance in his chair.

“I think this is going to be good for you, Clarke,” he said. Lexa came in and began clearing away the dishes as quietly as she could, trying to go unnoticed. Clarke watched her, not wanting to look at her father’s triumphant grin. She didn’t realize her eyes were trailing the girl until Lexa left and her father cleared his throat. When she turned back to him, his grin was faint, but there was a twinkle in his eye as he looked between Clarke and the doorway where his chef exited.

“Something amusing?” Clarke asked.

Jake chuckled. “No, nothing at all,”

read on ao3!

#it’s suuuuper short i just wanted to get the gist out there before i dive in!!#clexa #clexa fanfic #clarke griffin #commander lexa #clarke x lexa #fic: secret recipe

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lovebombs4life · 8 months

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best friend - c.t.h

a/n: started as a blurb then turned into a one shot. oops!

prompt: “is that my shirt?”

cw: SMUT! sub!calum, dom!reader, oral (m), calum is an all around slut for reader

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i woke up from the sun peaking through the dark curtains in the room. i had stayed over at calum’s again, along with all the other boys. of course since im calum’s favorite though, i got to sleep in his bed. him and the other boys always took the guest room.

one time during the winter we had all stayed over, and i think i about pissed my pants when i saw all the boys cuddling together in the bed to stay warm.

i sat up from the bed, yawning before rubbing my eyes. i swung my legs over the bed, standing on the cold wood floor. i made my way over to calums closet, grabbing out my favorite sweatshirt of his. i slipped off my t shirt, throwing it on the floor, and pulled the green hoodie over my head.

the sweater was so large it hung down toward my mid thigh, covering the spandex shorts that i was wearing. i walked to the door, swinging it open, and making my way downstairs where i could hear the rest of the boys playing video games.

i passed by them, walking into the kitchen. calum and ashton had done a double take when they saw me, eyes widening as they looked at each other.

i ignored their behavior and grabbed myself a glass of apple juice. i walked back to the living room and sat myself next to calum, setting my glass on the coffee table. he shifted as i sat down next to him.

“is that my sweater?” he asked, looking at me. “mhm.” i hummed as i nodded my head. he shifted around again. i turned to look at him, wondering why he kept moving.

“you alright?” i asked. he nodded, trying to play it cool. “i can go change if you don’t want me wearing it.” i told him. he shook his head.

“no, no, no! it’s totally alright! i just didn’t expect it i guess?” he said as more of a question. i hummed in response, turning my head to watch the boys play their game.

i leaned my head against calum like i usually do, but of course he started shifting his legs again. i ignored it, but still worried i was making him uncomfortable.

a few minutes pass before calum gets up, saying he’ll be right back, and runs upstairs. “what’s with him?” i asked. they all shrugged, not too focused on anything other than their game. i got up to check on calum, heading to his room.

i was about to knock on the door, but then i had heard groaning. i was worried. was he hurt? the noises continued. i should’ve done something, anything other than just standing there, but i couldn’t. that’s when i had heard it.

“fuck, y/n,” he moaned. my face flushed and my eyes widened. oh my god. was he jerking off to me? is that why he kept shifting around?

i pushed the door open quietly and peeked in. sure enough, there calum was, laying back on his bed, with a hand down his pants. i squeezed my legs at the sight. it was something that felt wrong, but so wonderful.

i mean for fucks sake, calum and i have been best friends since we were three, wouldn’t that be weird to think of your best friend that way?

i opened the door wider and slipped myself into the room, and quietly closed the door. calum still hadn’t heard me, and kept doing what he was doing. i smirked at the sight before speaking.

“that feel good, cal? like thinking of me like that?” he shot up and grabbed something to cover up. that’s when i realized he had used my shirt, and had been smelling it.

“don’t get all shy now baby. i know you were using my shirt, thinking of how much you wanted me.” i teased, crawling onto the bed. i grabbed his hand that was holding my shirt, covering himself.

“this alright?” i asked. he nodded quickly. i moved his hand away, seeing his dick hard, red, and throbbing for attention. “all from me just wearing your sweater?” i stroked him slowly. he jerked his hips forward, throwing his head back.

“please, need you to do something, y/n/n.” he gasped. i smirked at his submission, still moving my hand slowly. “such a dirty boy. thinking of your best friend like this.” i spoke before taking him in my mouth.

he cursed at the sudden feeling, his hands flying to my head. he tangled his hands in my hair, groaning as i shoved his cock down my throat. “you love my throat? how it feels on your cock?” i said as i pulled off of him. he nodded his head, pulling me towards his face.

his lips collided with mine, hungrily kissing me. i pulled on his curls, causing him to moan into my mouth. “wanna be inside you, y/n, need you to be around my cock.” he panted. i leaned back from him, pulling my shorts off my legs.

his hands gripped my thighs, rubbing them up and down. they trailed to my lace panties, quickly tearing them off. “hey! those were expensive!” i pouted. he was kissing at my neck, leaving marks on me before speaking.

“i’ll buy you more. just need you on my cock.” he said, grasping my hips, lining himself up at my entrance. i smirked as i sunk down on him, releasing a moan. “oh fuck, cal, feel so good, so deep in me.” i praised him.

he whimpered at the feeling, still holding my hips as he helped me bounce up and down. “that feel good huh?” i asked him. he moaned, looking up at me.

“so good, ah, fuck! feels so good ma’am.” he spoke. my eyes widened at his words. i slowed down and watch his eyes widen too. i smirked at him, speeding up again.

“didn’t know you were like that cal, would’ve fucked you sooner if i knew.” i teased him. he groaned, and i felt him rut his hips up towards me, hitting deeper than he already was.

“fuck, oh god, calum, gonna cum!” i moaned, clenching myself around him. i continued bouncing on him, feeling him twitch inside me.

“wanna cum inside you, can i please cum inside you.” he begged. i nodded riding out my high. i felt hot spurts of his cum hit my insides, running back out onto his dick. i bounced a few more times before i got off him and laid down on the bed next to him.

we laid there together, our breathing the only sounds to be heard. i turned my head to look at him. “guess i gotta wear your clothes more often, huh?” i asked. he blushed, nodding his head. i ran my fingers through his hair before kissing him softly.

“i hope you guys used a condom!”

#5 seconds of summer #calum 5sos #calum hood #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #michael clifford #5sos5 #5sos #michael 5sos #ashton 5sos #luke 5sos #calum hood imagine #calum hood smut

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ofdarkestdesires · 10 months

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Alright! So, now that we have the full line-up of the Level 10 Bell’s Hells artwork, I think it’s about time I sat down and gave my personal opinions that nobody asked for about everyone’s styles.

Chetney Pock'o'pea

While I appreciate the more active pose and visible armor as opposed to his more unassuming original design, I am very off-put that he completely abandoned his original color scheme and all shreds of his original aesthetic. I also think the tracksuit is a bit much—listen, I’m a fan of toeing the line of what fashion belongs in a fantasy setting, but I’m pretty sure this fully vaulted over the it and did a full backflip and three-point landing into ridiculous. 3/10

And unfortunately, the same must be said for his Lycan form. This artwork feels like a serious downgrade from the original Chetwolf, which honestly filled me with a shock of horror each time he popped up. The only reason it is higher than base-Chet is that Chetwolf is still a werewolf, and werewolves are badass. 4/10

Laudna

Laudna, on the otherhand, is a total glow-up from her original design. Everything about her design ties together and brings in perfectly her aesthetic and backstory, from the haunting tree embroidery on her dress (akin to the Sun Tree she was hung from) to the little Pate birdhouse backpack (an homage to the Baba Yaga forest witch imagery she picked up), all the while looking so much like the elegant and imposing Delilah Briarwood. Easy 10/10 for me.

Fresh Cut Grass (F.C.G.)

F.C.G.'s new art...isn't bad, but I'm not as wowed by it as some others on this list. Something has clearly changed here in the choice to include his new blue jacket, and I approve! I'm also a fan of the wires having more definition and appearing more purposefully stylized, as if he's taking better care of himself...but the pose and the style just feel a bit lacking to me. 5/10

Fearne Calloway

Honestly, my only gripe with this outfit is the upper-half of her bustier. It feels very cluttered and like there is a lot of fine detail that just ends up being all meshed together. That would be my other only other gripe, too—there's a lot of small, fine details here that makes her feel cluttered. Which, honestly, fits her as the sneaky little hoarder that she is! But yeah, I would've done something else, something cleaner, with the upper half of her bodice. Also, while I know she is a Druid, I don't think she needs the plant growth on her legs... 8/10

Imogen Temult

I would just like to point out that this outfit was unveiled to us as Imogen's choice for winter-wear while traveling through the Crystal Sands Tundra. Is it sexy? Definitely. Is it my personal taste? Mm, not really, but I can see the appeal. Am I upset that even after the semi-canonization of her needing glasses, this bitch is still not a sexy glasses-wearing nerd? Absolutely—but the biggest sin this outfit does is fail to be climate-accurate. -1/10 for improper environment protection, and 7/10 for the outfit itself.

Orym, Savior Blade of the Tempest

I am incredibly torn here. Because, when it comes down to the armor itself, this is a clear winner. Orym's new uniform is a perfect upgrade from his original more humble and simple apparel, becoming much more about function and protection, while still retaining his svelte and limber appearance. The noted upgrade to Seedling is also nice, though I wish it was a bit more pronounced. What pulls me back from really loving this design, though, is his proportions—I feel like his head is way too big, or his limbs are way too skinny. Over all, I have to give this an 8/10.

Ashton Greymoore

Remember at the start how I said I'm all for toeing the line of what fashion belongs in fantasy settings? Yeah, this fucks! From the first episode, we knew that Ashton was a punk, and this just picks that up and runs with it in such a cool, fun way. I legitimately want this entire outfit—fuck cosplay, I'd just wear this irl! It leans enough on his old design to be recognizable, but pops out as truly his own. And the hammer looks wild—I can't wait to see that thing really pop off like crazy in the next fight. Definitely a 10/10 from me!

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lashton-is-my-drug · 1 year

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Ashton painting photo via his ig post. Wearing his blue version of the Lashton onyx ring.

March 29, 2023

Ash has a long history of enjoying painting and creating art in general. It’s really nice to see that he’s painting, and happily sharing that with us. Happy Ash.

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absolutewhore101 · 9 months

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Runaway

A/N: wow it's been actually forever. finally decided to get back into writing, hope you enjoy this one! (p.s. i'm trying to get caught up on requests, so they are currently closed!)

Pairing: Calum Hood x GN!Reader

Summary: a confession of love is ignored and revisited

Warnings: none, i believe

Word Count: 2.4K

Minors DNI

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You met Calum’s eye from across the small living room of Ashton’s house, giving him a weak smile. You weren’t sure how long he’d been watching you - you just knew that as soon as you looked up, his eyes were already on you.

It was weird. You’d never had that kind of interaction with any of the other boys before, or any boy before.

Do I have something on my face? Is my hair a mess? Maybe he thinks my outfit’s ugly.

You did a quick once over of yourself in the reflection of your glass, and eventually decided that you looked fine. So what was his deal?

Calum stood up, and your eyes met his eyes once again. You gave him a confused look and he just gave you a small smile before he walked out of the room.

The rest of the boys all shared a knowing look.

“What?” You asked them.

“Nothing.” Ashton said. “Nothing at all.”

The smirk on his face was enough to irk you, and you had to look away before you made a snide comment that you didn’t mean.

They all clearly knew something. Did they all think your outfit was ugly? It didn’t look that bad when you checked it over before you left.

Maybe I won’t wear this one again.

—

“Hey!” Calum called into the phone.

“Hi!” You responded, just as enthusiastic.

“Whatcha up to today, sweets?” He asked. You tried to ignore the flutter in your stomach at his pet name.

“Um, not much. I’ve got to finish cleaning my kitchen but other than that, I don’t think there’s anything else. Why?”

“Nothing. Just wanted to see if you wanted to come over for a bit.” He said. There was something in his voice. Hope?

You thought about it. You loved hanging out with Calum, you really did. It was simply becoming increasingly hard to be in the same room as him.

“I… I’ll think about it, yeah?”

“Alright.” He said. Disappointment? “If you don’t want to drive I can pick you up, no biggie.”

You chuckled.

“I’ll let you know, Cal.” And with that, you hung up.

You placed your phone down on the counter, bringing a hand up to your forehead. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Calum to ask you to come over, but something about the way he said it this time was different.

Calum put his phone down, glancing up at Luke sitting across from him.

“Dude.” He said.

“I know.” Calum grumbled. “I don’t know what it is. Am I the problem? Is it something with me?”

Luke immediately shook his head. “No. I don’t know what it is either, but I don’t think it’s you.”

Calum nodded, defeated. He hated that he couldn’t just tell you how he felt, always using some other tactic.

Come hang out with me.

Want to get dinner, in a totally platonic way?

Hey, I saw this book at the store and knew you wanted it so I grabbed it for you.

Jesus.

—

You eventually shot Calum a text, telling him to come pick you up so you could hang out with him. It hadn’t even been a minute when his reply came through.

I’m on my way!!!!!!

You smiled.

He pulled up, walking up the steps to your house and swiftly knocking on your door. You opened it, dressed in a pair of shorts and one of Calum’s t-shirts that he’d left at your house a few weeks ago.

His face began to heat up at the sight of it, and he cleared his throat in an attempt to hide it.

“Hi.” He said.

“Hi.” You answered, walking beside him out to his car.

He opened the door for you, gently placing his hand on your back as you got in.

Your chest constricted at the feeling of his hand on you - the heat of it seeping through the thin t-shirt. Calum walked around the car, getting in and quickly driving away.

When you finally made it back to his house, you were more than a little confused to see a group of cars parked on the street.

“You throwing a party or something?” You asked.

“Nah, just a few friends. Why, you okay?”

“Yeah I’m good, just… thought it was gonna be just us.” You shrugged, opening the door and stepping out of his car.

Calum sighed. He knew it wasn’t a good idea to invite people over, but Michael had all but begged him to have some kind of get together instead of moping around because he wasn’t hanging out with you.

Calum quickly caught up to you, reaching around you to open the door to his house for you, gently guiding you through the doorway.

You smiled and said your hello to the rest of the boys as you walked through the house, but soon realized you didn’t recognize anyone else.

“Cal, I don’t know any of these people.” You mentioned, shrinking into his side as the anxiety of being surrounded by strangers began to set in.

“I know, sweets.” He said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I’ll introduce you to some of them, if you want.”

You were about to express how much you didn’t want that when a girl approached you. She was just a few inches taller than you, and she was gorgeous. And she clearly knew Calum.

“Cal Pal!” She called, gathering his attention.

“Cara! I didn’t even realize you were here!” He said, the smile on his face putting shame to the overhead lights.

“I know, I snuck in after you left. I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see you guys!”

“Oh! This is Y/N.” He said, gesturing to you.

“Hi!” She said excitedly. “I’m Cara, but I think you probably figured that out.” She giggled, glancing at Calum as he chuckled.

You nodded, returning her hello before Calum detached himself from your side, wrapping an arm around Cara’s shoulders as they walked away. You were left standing in the middle of the hallway, surrounded on all sides by people you’d never seen before, most of which were either high out of their minds or too drunk to stand.

Wow, you thought, he goes all the way out of his way to bring me here and then introduces me to… her. His girlfriend? No, he would tell you… right?

You were pulled out of your train of thought by Ashton’s voice, “You alright?”

You nodded, finally looking away from the direction Calum had walked in to meet Ashton’s eyes.

“Yeah I’m okay. Is Calum seeing that girl?” You asked, pointing at the two of them on the far side of the living room.

“Who, Cara? I… honestly can’t answer that. They just met a few weeks ago, but I doubt it.”

You nodded, not satisfied with his answer. Hanging out with Calum seemed like a good idea before you knew this was how the night would be spent.

You walked into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water before making your way into the backyard, dropping into one of the chairs away from the group surrounding the bonfire.

Watching everyone interact with each other, watching Calum interact with Cara, it was quickly worsening your mood. Now, you just wanted to go home.

“What’s going on?” Calum asked, walking up to you.

“Hm?”

“Come on, sweets, you look like someone kicked a puppy. What happened?”

You warmed once again at the use of his nickname for you, but quickly moved on as you were reminded of the events of the night.

“Nothing happened, Cal. Why don’t you go back over to Cara? I’m sure she misses you.” You knew it was low, and a little unnecessary, but you couldn’t help it. The man you’d been fawning over brought you to his house and abandoned you for a girl he met a few weeks ago.

“What? Why would Cara miss me? She’s got plenty of company over there.” He responded.

“Yeah, well, no girl wants to be away from her boyfriend for too long.”

Calum froze. Is that what this was? You thought he was dating her?

“You can’t be serious.” He said, watching as you slowly picked your head up to look at him. “After everything… all that I’ve done and said and… and you think I want someone else?” He asked incredulously.

“Cal, what are you…?”

“I love you. Not her, you. You’re the only person I want.”

No. No, no, no, this was not happening. You couldn’t be with him, you’d do nothing but bring him down. He deserved so much better than whatever you had to offer, he had to know that.

“No you don’t.”

“Excuse me?”

“You don’t love me. You can’t. You deserve so much better, you are so much better off without me. I’m sorry, Cal, but it’s true. Whatever it is that you think I have to offer I promise is nothing compared to what someone like Cara could give you.”

“No. That’s where you’re wrong. I don’t want you because I think you have something to offer. I want you because you’re you. I want you because you cry over books, and make your tea with oat milk, and have to smell every candle before buying the same one you always get. I want you because you understand me like no one else ever has, and you know exactly what I need at any given moment.”

You couldn’t even think. Here Calum was, telling you exactly what you’d always wanted to hear, and you didn’t believe a single word. There was no way that Calum of all people could feel that way for you.

A tear slipped down your cheek, leaving a warm trail behind as it eventually dropped off your chin.

“No, sweets, why are you crying?” He asked, reaching a hand up to wipe your tears away. You dodged his hand before it could connect with your skin and quickly walked away, leaving Calum and his confession of love behind.

He was dumbfounded. Clearly it was something that he’d done, offended you in some way, to have you walk away from him like that. He stood outside for a few moments before he realized what had happened, and all but sprinted back inside the house.

“Where is she, where’d she go?” He asked no one in particular.

“Uh, I think Macie just took her home. Why what happened?” Luke said.

—

It had been 3 weeks. 3 weeks since Calum poured his heart out to you and you walked away. He’d called and texted to no avail, and the boys tried, too. But it was clear that you didn’t plan on answering any of them.

It all caught up to Calum one day. And suddenly, he couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. He was out his front door in a second, immediately heading for you. Sure, you lived 3 miles away, but he couldn’t be bothered to grab his car keys before leaving, and wholeheartedly decided to walk.

The first time thunder rumbled in the distance, Calum didn’t even realize it, too caught up in his own thoughts. It was only a few minutes later when he felt the first drops of rain that he realized what he was doing.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by the sight of a flower stand, an elderly woman placing out a fresh bouquet of roses.

“Hello, ma’am. How much for the roses?” He asked her.

She looked him up and down, clearly seeing something about him that he couldn’t.

“For you? Free. Have them.” She said, giving him a warm smile.

He returned it as he picked up the bouquet and began walking again. 2 minutes later, it was pouring down, and Calum picked up his pace to a run.

You were sitting on your couch, nursing a cup of tea as you read, listening to the rain bounce off the windows. You were startled out of your cozy atmosphere by frantic knocking on your door.

You quickly made your way over, confused as to who could be at your door at this hour, in this weather. And you opened it to find, “Calum?”

You looked him over. It had been almost 3 weeks since ‘the incident,’ as you had nicknamed it, and you hadn’t seen him since. His clothes were soaked through, and the look of desperation on his face almost distracted you from the beat up bouquet of roses he was holding.

“What are you doing?! It’s pouring!” You said.

“I don’t care. I had to see you. To tell you that I meant it, every single word. That you’re the only person who truly understands me, the only person I want to fall asleep next to and wake up with. The only person who can make me laugh until I can’t breathe and fills my heart with so much love and my life with so much happiness that I don’t have a single clue what I would do without you.” He finished.

Tears were streaming down both of your faces, and you didn’t think before throwing your arms around his neck.

You’re clothes were immediately soaked through as Calum wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, dropping the flowers onto your doorstep.

“God, Calum, I am so sorry. I don’t even know what I was thinking, I just… No one’s ever said anything like that to me before and meant it. I didn’t know what to do so I ran and I can’t even express to you how happy I am that you’re here. That you’re here and you said it again and you still mean it even after I ran away the first time.” You pulled back to look at his face, bringing one of your hands around to wipe a fresh tear off his cheek.

He smiled, pressing his lips to yours like he’d been waiting to do for so long.

“Trust me, sweets,” he mumbled against your lips, “that doesn’t change a single thing.”

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Tell me your thoughts! Thank you for reading :)

#calum hood x reader #calum hood #5sos #5sos fanfic #5sos x reader #x reader #calum hood x y/n #calum hood fanfic #calum hood imagines

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honeyedlashton · 2 years

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⭐️ Golden Boy 💫

#the GLASSES AGAIN #I’m crying #my baby #YES #KEEP WEARING THEM BABY #IM BEGGING YOU #nobody comes between me and my tequila #also #otp: i’m fond of you #luke hemmings #lrh #5sos #ashton irwin #afi #lashton

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plushyluke · 2 years

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my comfort couple :,)

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lizzaneia-elizalde · 10 days

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Slow dancing in the moonlight with either Zero or Ashton? Who would enjoy that more? What song would they be dancing to?

Slow dancing in the moonlight with Zero and Ashton!

I need a break from school so here I am answering a bit of my inbox. Still on hiatus tho! Just need a break.

Also, ALL LAUFEY SONGS YEAHHH

Yandere! Butler

Song: What Love will do to You by Laufey Lately, I've been in a haze Running late, can't think straight The world feels smaller, yet the trees look taller There's enchantment in the air I know I sound stupid, I do That's what love will do to you

Zero has been patient all the time with you. He's been slowly making you fall in love with him, but also making sure you were fine with your pregnancy. He is still a chimera after all. This pregnancy might be dangerous for your health.

But he held your hand gently as he guided you to the rooftop balcony.

The prince has been stressing you out greatly, even after you announced that you want to annul the engagement. Saying that he'll accept this bastard's son, and that he wants to be back together with you.

This, of course, pissed off Zero a lot. What does he even mean by that? Typical behavior.

After being caught, the prince fainted from shock, but you only batted your eyelashes and hugged Zero, who has a protective hold on your body. After being dragged away, the prince went on a mad ramble saying that you cheated on him.

The public was more or less secretly laughing at the prince's hypocrisy, getting tired of having the prince and his mistress as gossip, and was now more interested in you and Zero.

But currently, the both of you were on the path of marriage.

Marriage?

Yes, because of the child growing inside of you, Zero cannot just be your butler forevermore. He needs to be your spouse to recognize the child officially.

But, at the advice of the doctor, you need to get to 2nd trimester to avoid any danger, especially that the 1st trimester is the most dangerous.

But with the prince going on and on about wanting to be back with you... It's stressing you out.

So, to ease your tense body, he brought you to the balcony.

"Master... Ah, no. Y/n." Zero whispered, holding your left hand with his right as his other hand gently caressed your waist.

Music wafted from a resonance device, playing a song from the up and coming singer that you heard of.

Zero smiled, guiding you to a well practiced dance that you expected from your perfect butler, who knows everything.

With the night breeze just chilly enough that it was comfortable, and the moon being your personal spotlight, Zero brought you close, leaning his head on top of your head/on your chest.

"I love you, Y/n. And I will do anything and everything for you. I promise you that."

Yandere! Emo

Song: Lovesick by Laufey When the gold rays fell on your skin And my hair got caught in the wind The choir sang a melancholic hymn In the morning, you would gone I'd be mourning, tryin' to hold on To the memory of your lips God, I'm so lovesick What have you done to me?

Ashton stumbled forward. His feet clumsily prodding from one step to another as you pulled him from the Spring Dance.

It's been three months since the start of your arrangement with him.

You truly don't know how you became so in love with Ashton, but here you were, giggling as you pulled him away from the blaring pink lights, flowers, and the gaggle of students dancing and flirting.

You wanted to be alone with him again.

It honestly agitates you how much you always craved him. It felt so... Forced? But do you care right now?

No, not by the look of Ashton flushing red as he watched the both of your hands intertwined.

Is this the same guy who bends you over almost everyday and makes you his?

In your rose tinted glass look of him, he's adorable and perfect. Just the correct amount of gap between his dorkiness and seriousness. You loved his connection with emotion, his lifestyle, and well, style.

Even in Spring Dance, where he's wearing a rolled up white dress shirt, black vest, loose necktie, skinny jeans, a pink rose corsage, and his piercings, he still incorporated his unique style despite being targeted due to it.

Maybe that's it? He's so unapologetic about it.

Yeah. Maybe.

And with your pink spring outfit, you both looked the total opposite but you honestly loved it. Breaking barriers between socially constructed groups is what you want to advocate after weeks being with Ashton.

The pink flower petals scattered around you as the wind picked up, brushing away the petals like a broom.

And now, you dragged him to the rooftop and away from the gardens where the dance happened.

"Ashton! Let's dance! Just the both of us!" You delightfully said, bringing him close and goofily dancing to the song that the garden was blasting.

Ashton gave a light chuckle, a blush on his cheeks. "Alright, alright."

On the other hand, Ashton was over the moon. His eyes looked at you with so much affection that you were unaware of.

You were enjoying yourself greatly, the pink lights reaching your skin and casting a fun, exciting glow to the both of you as you both danced to however both of your bodies wish too.

And, as the night went on, Ashton forgot the pink love potion hidden on his back pocket, deluding himself that your affection was real, and not forced by him.

At the very least, this night will be something genuine to him.

#lizzaneiaelizalde #yandere writing #tw yandere #yandere male #yandere imagines #male yandere x reader #yandere boyfriend #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere fic

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ashton-taylor-murphy · 28 days

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TIMING: Current

LOCATION: Dive Bar

PARTIES: @ashton-taylor-murphy @contemporarybardess

SUMMARY: Elora sings and takes the stage, impressing Ashton as she is on the hunt. What do you know? Ashton has a heart and, despite being hungry, decides to talk Elora out of the deal with the devil. Elora figures out pretty quick that Ashton is not entirely human and, in turn, tells Ashton she is a Siren. They are just friends. Some artists just have to go their own way.

CONTENT: Partner death tw, Alcohol tw

It was Elora’s first gig in months and she could feel her nerves wearing away at her gut the more she anticipated taking the stage. Not that she was worried about her ability to perform, she had an extreme natural talent for singing after all, being a siren. It was more so that she had created nothing new in over a year and she was worried the music in her current set was growing stale. Her talent and ability always carried her through, but actually writing the music was another story entirely.

As she took the stage, she looked out into the dimly lit bar. It wasn’t the most extravagant place to perform, but a gig was a gig. She hadn’t made any money outside of the tea shop in a very long time and she was looking forward to considering herself a “professional” again, even if just for one night. So there she stood, striking a confident pose, ready to finally get back into her groove.

Ashton was Irish; as stereotypical as that is, she liked to let loose and enjoy herself. A drink or two or three, and usually that led to other things, but tonight was different. She’d felt that pull as soon as the singer took the stage. Ashton felt the need to watch with intensity over the brim of her glass until it was emptied and swallowed and slammed back onto the bar. This was going to be good. The bar was quite a dive, but Ashton was not put off by it. She loved the atmosphere and upbeat attitudes of the patrons and the way her boots seemed to stick to the floors ever so slightly.

“Another, and all her drinks on me tonight.” Ashton glanced toward the stage to indicate her request, “Give this to the performer as well and tell her to find me after the set.” Ashton tucked her business card, which she carried as a talent agent, into the server's apron with a generous tip.

The set had actually gone great. Once Elora got into the swing of things her nerves completely vanished. And the bar patrons didn’t seem to mind the lack of variety, she doubted they even noticed at all. She was about to take her rather paltry pay for the gig when one of the servers came up to her and handed her a business card. A business card and more cash than she’d ever seen in one piece before.

“Ashton Taylor Murphy, talent agent” Elora read the words to herself at least six times. She almost couldn’t believe it. Had she been discovered? Did she finally have some sort of chance at a big break? She excitedly looked out into the bar area, seeing if she could spot the woman who the business card belonged to. There was no way she could pass an opportunity like this up, after all.

At last she spotted the woman and eagerly approached her. She had to make her way past the rowdy and sweaty bar patrons to get to her, but she didn’t care. It was worth being able to make some real progress with her career. As she came closer, the two made eye contact, and Elora stuck out her hand for the other woman to shake. “I would just like to say, thank you so much! I’m really glad you enjoyed the show. I see I got your attention, and I’d be very excited to talk shop with you!”

Ashton was glad the woman approached her. Though she hadn’t worked promoting talent consistently since Margot, this was an opportunity for both of them to win. Ashton shook her hand with a smile, “you did get my attention. Seems you—“ Ashton held a little tighter to her hand, “could use some muse.” Just a little jolt, enough to feel the conductivity of such a deal, “You have a beautiful voice and an ability to captivate an audience. Do You want to bring the world to its knees with your lyrics?”

Her eagerness was exciting yet terrifying. She was too ready to make it as an artist, and that attitude left her vulnerable to a muse like Ashton, but Fuck was this draw something more potent than any she’d felt before.

“I ask nothing for my services but one thing: sustain me, and you’ll become a household name.”

Elora’s excitement quickly gave way to panic as she realized exactly who this woman was. SHe made no attempt to hide it, which she figured was reassuring, perhaps. But her heart sank as she realized this was not going to be a simple meeting with a talent agent. No artistry without sacrifice. No beauty without pain. And no success without loss. She knew the game by now, nothing would ever come for free. But she still often gave her hopes up anyway.

“Did somebody smell desperation? Well…” Elora was trying to load up a smartass retort, initially wanting nothing to do with the woman in front of her. However, she couldn’t deny that she wanted what the woman was offering. She was stuck and it seemed she’d never make it on her own. But her talent mixed with this woman’s…abilities would almost certainly give her the push she would need to really become a big name. Sirens tended to live a bit longer than the average human, so Elora reasoned she’d likely only be giving up her “bonus years” as it were.

“How can I tell you can actually provide that to me? If I give part of myself to you, to sustain you, I need to be certain that your end of the bargain will be upheld.” She knew these types could be ruthlessly deceitful, and she didn’t want to make a deal with anybody she couldn’t trust.

“Nothing comes without trust. The address on that card is legitimate, my home. I trusted you enough to give it to you.” Ashton leaned back into the bar to her freshly refilled glass, “You only give what you can handle. I only take enough to get by.” The muse's eyes locked onto her reflection in the amber liquid. How often had she been here with others like this, a bargain made and a life cut short, “You should say no to me, but you probably won't.”

Ashton sighed, “You don’t need to choose today or tonight. I’d rather you tell me to fuck off and save yourself. But your voice is beautiful; you do not reek of desperation. You radiate the potential to captivate stadiums full of people rather than dive bars.”

The muse admired her reluctance; caution was wise with her kind. Some did not value life as much as she did. “If you have questions, come to my home, and I’ll answer all truthfully, but not here. I’d also prefer neither of us indulges in—“ Ashton held up her glass, “this, and you are on my tab tonight. Now, I was planning to dance if you’d like to join.” Fuck it all, Ashton was going to make herself have a good time.

The passive honesty wasn’t the type of behavior that Elora had grown to expect from a fae looking to strike a deal. Typically their approach resembled more that of a used car salesman. This woman seemed to genuinely be looking out for her best interest. Only take enough to get by. What did that mean? How much was “just enough?” Still, the woman was right about one thing. There was a non zero chance of her accepting the offer still.

“We’ll be in touch, Ashton. I…thank you for your kind words. I’ll be honest, a place like this wasn’t exactly the place I thought I’d end up. You really think I have the potential to make it that big?” Even if talent and composition aligned perfectly, there was so much luck and networking involved to really break the mold into super stardom. Could this woman really provide all of that for her?

“For right now, I’m going to join you out on that dance floor! After all, no reason we can’t get better acquainted before talking more business.” And with that, Elora allowed herself to cut loose and simply have a good time with the mysterious woman. The specificities, the pros and cons and hows and whys could all be ironed out later. For the time being she had hope, and she hadn’t had it for a very long time. So she intended to enjoy and celebrate that hope as much as possible. She only wished that Mack were here for this.

Mack.

She…realized she should probably discuss something this major with Mack before finalizing anything. After all, sacrificing your life force to another being is kinda something one should at least run by their partner before committing. She figured the two would probably get along great, if they ever met.

“Anything you put your mind to. I wouldn’t bother if I didn’t think you could. You also need time to mull it over.” Ashton let the music run through her veins as she imagined a different time and place. One where she wasn’t a parasite and her love was in her arms, just adoring each other. The smell of beer and sweat filled the air. Margot loved places like this. She found them inspiring. Ashton never really understood why.

The singer joined her, making her smile, “I agree; better acquainted; tell me why you started singing. What was the thing that inspired your first song?” The muse was always curious about the inspiration behind the pursuit. Margot had been a writer before she met Ashton; there were always other muses, Les dangerous ones.

“The last thing I want to do is disrupt your life. It would be best if you gave this a lot of thought. Talk it over with someone you trust; hell, bring a representative when you come to my home. I have seen enough artists who don’t evaluate the consequences.” Ashton could speak freely in the crowd where everything was lost on the dance floor. The secrets would remain secret if only helped by the excess of booze.

“My wife loved this sort of place; coming here reminds me of her.” Ashton closed her eyes and let the music paint a picture of perfection in her mind.

On hearing the muse’s words, Elora couldn’t help but blush a bit. Had she really, truly seen the potential? Honesty was not common among this sort, at least from what Elora had heard, but the woman in front her seemed so kind and genuine. She decided she could trust her after all, but still needed to think over the arrangement. Even she outright said herself it wasn’t a decision she should take lightly.

“I started singing from an early age, just a fun thing to do. Full disclosure, since I know what you are, I’m a siren. So I’ve always been very naturally gifted when it comes to being a singer. I decided to try and make something of myself after something extremely tragic befell my home. Sort of a way of trying to have everyone who was lost live on, in a way. By seeing someone from the colony go on and succeed in life.” She left out that the tragedy was, in her mind, almost entirely her fault. The visit from her mother’s spirit was helpful in alleviating some of the guilt she felt, but it didn’t change the fact that none of it would have happened if it weren’t for her. “I think a lot of home whenever I try to write something new. I focus on the good memories, of course, that’s why everything is so upbeat and poppy. But it’s hard not to have some of the negative feelings bleed through a bit.”

She appreciated Ashton’s willingness to have her bring someone with her. She even encouraged her to bring someone along! She couldn’t think of any better partner other than Mack. After all, not only was she the one she was by far the closest with in town, but she also had some insight into working in the entertainment industry. “I’ve seen it too. I’ll bring my girlfriend, Mack. I think you two would get along great! She’s an actress too, so she knows a lot about the ins and outs of the industry.”

When Ashton mentioned her wife, Elora felt a pang of sympathy. Losing a romantic partner could be devastating, but she was at least happy to see that she was remembering her in a positive light. “I’m sorry to hear that.” Elora began. She didn’t really know what else to say, she hadn’t experienced that particular form of loss before. “`Tis better to have loved and lost”? Cliched, the woman would probably want nothing to do with her if she said some canned phrase like that. “How long were the two of you together? What was her name?”

“That makes sense.” Ashton nodded at the confession. There was an enthralling aspect to the music that had not quite been explained, and she seemed to conclude that Ashton was more than some beautiful talent agent. No wonder She was supernatural herself. Immediately, the muse felt relieved: "Full disclosure: I am 95 years old and married to Margot Fisher. She was a writer, she died. You can combine those details and wrap them into a nice bow.” Her words were not bitter or hostile, just a solemn warning. “Do not take this lightly. I –” The muse needed a drink suddenly. Anything to burn the sorrow out of her throat, “You love your girlfriend? Fucking forget you ever met me.”

Ashton veered toward the bar, calling for something to drown out the rising pain. Why did charge hunting always end with this unrelenting guilt? It swelled up inside like a rogue wave in the ocean with nowhere to go, nothing left to destroy. With the drink in hand, she drained the contents in one gulp. Fire seared in her throat; numb was what she needed to be to secure a meal. “It's not better to have loved. It's worse for people like me. It didn’t matter how much I loved her. I tried to wash it, but a wash is giving some back.” Ashton wasn’t sure how much she knew about a muse, “But it was too much. I took too much. I took too much because I restrained myself.” It hit then, Mack, fuck. “Your Girlfriend is Mack Ross? Fuck me.” Ashton started to laugh. It was a small world they lived in, a small world indeed.

Ashton didn’t expound on how she knew Mack. It was personal, and Ashton was not one to betray confidence. “I think we will get along well, but you got to think about this. I couldn’t save her. I won’t put you anywhere near that point. If you accept, don’t ask me to. You will want it.” Ashton’s eyes glistened with tears, and she struggled to hold back. These tears would never stop falling, and she was going to make damn sure this artist realized the fucking line in the sand was not something to lay with.

How she spoke about her home life and family hurt Ashton's chest. She didn’t have that now. No family she cared to claim. She wanted to feel that belonging again. Margot had been that for her. It was times like this when she needed to scream and scream. “Beautiful beginnings, but you must return and dip your toes in the water again. Don’t lose it, the thing that makes your song.” Ashton closed her eyes, “Have you ever heard lyrics that bring you to your knees? I think you can bring thousands to their knees if you put conviction behind the words and emotions, even the ones that aren’t comfortable. You don’t need me to do it, but I want to be there to fall on my knees and feel it.”

It was immediately clear to Elora that the muse in front of her had loved deeply. She had been a writer? Had Ashton fed off of her in order for them to be inspired? The dots were connecting for Elora, and she soon found Margot’s fate merging with her own. This…couldn’t be the way she found her success. Even if she found her success, it wouldn’t be her own. It wouldn’t accomplish what she had truly set out to do. Even Ashton was telling her to forget the whole ordeal.

“You know Mack? Dumb question, I guess. Everyone knows Mack Ross. Yes, she’s here in town now! Working as a bartender, but she still does some acting work on the side. Hasn’t found much work since…well it’s a long story.” Then she thought of Mack. How devastated she’d be if Elora died young. If this woman is prone to “taking too much” as she said, it wouldn’t be worth the heartbreak it would cause.

“I think you and I will get along well, strictly as friends. As tempting as the proposal is…I simply can’t take it. I don’t want to cause any more pain to anyoneelse. If I were to die from the arrangement…a lot of people would get hurt.” After her colony’s destruction, it didn’t seem like there was anyone else in the world left to care about her. But that wasn’t true, she had people in this town who would be beside themselves if something serious were to happen to her. She couldn’t do it…if not for her own sake than for theirs.

“Maybe I will return. I’ll get back to my roots. I’ll forge my own path and make it so big there’s no way you won’t hear about it! I’ll bring people to their knees, but I’m going to do it my way.” Elora, while she was turning down a proposal of sorts, didn’t want to come off as rude. So she gave a slight curtsy before making her way out of the bar. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Ashton. Thank you for not goading me into doing something stupid”. And with that, she made her way out of the bar and back home. Tomorrow, she’d have to fill Mack in on everything that had transpired and make her promise to stop her if she ever tried to do anything dumb like that again.

Ashton was pleased, hungry, but pleased that the siren had rejected the offer. The muse was tired of it all. Those who wanted it all cost that 15 minutes of fame; they were fleeting, and Ashton could tell them apart from ones who had more to live for. It was something like redemption to talk her down. Did it make her less dangerous? Did it make her anything at all different from what she was? “Heard of her, talked once.Maybe one day I'll live to see happily ever after, even if it's vicariously through someone else eyes.”

The muse looked down at her phone as she nursed her 2nd, maybe 3rd glass of bourbon. There was an ad for a driver, Sai, was that Bat Boy? She wondered if he was still around to give her a ride home.The Bat guy was strange, but he did make Ashton smile more often than not. She did need to tell him about her generous bat donation anyway. Some girl emerged on the stage to the familiar tune of Linger by the Cranberries and Ashton took that as a cosmic sign, better call Sai.

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