MCR Imagines And Oneshots

♪*How we fuck in the Zones | P.P.

(A/n)

Requested by G0thicRainbows

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"What are you doing?" Poison asks and I turn around to see the red haired sprawled on the ground, staring at the white ceiling.

"Nothing much, aside from trying to not get a headache with how bright this place is," I grumble. All the walls plus ceiling and floor are completely, spotlessly white, including even the door – it almost looks like there's no door, no way out, contributing to the existential crisis and claustrophobia threatening to kick in.

Getting trapped here wasn't exactly in the plan, but surely expected, if you consider how stupid Party and I tend to be, with a hell of an ego if you will. We refused to leave before killing the Drac that made fun of us and, yes, I'm aware of how it could've been avoided and that it was irrational or whatever – easier said than done. They caught us before we could notice, both of us thrown miserably into this cell, probably half an hour ago. Difficult to tell.

No answer comes from Poison for a hot minute and it's not a surprise to find them now sitting up and with their attention averted to something else. They're making faces... Making faces at what?

A camera, even though discreet, is visible in the corner of the room, red light flashing in a quick pattern. Not perfect, but here's a distraction.

I take a seat on the ground next to Party, joining them on another attempt to piss BLI off even more, though my creativity doesn't go too far; Poison apparently has a thousand faces and dramatic manners to show BLI whilst I can't do anything else after almost a minute of pouting or pulling at the skin under my eyes. Until Party starts involving me in their performance, that is.

Poison wraps their arms around my torso, face pressed against the side of mine and I can't help but to smile, hugging them back. They hum softly, kissing their way to my lips – the last kiss is soft and short, followed by them turning to grin at the camera once again. I quietly gaze at them, my eyes eventually falling to their lips. Incredible how Poison manages to continue with this same grace and beauty even after a clap with a Scarecrow, messy hair and dirty clothes only giving them an extra charm.

Their skin is warm under my fingers as I take a hold of their jaw, fingers sinking into the skin the slightest bit so I can pull them to face me and successfully kiss them. They kiss back right away, just as eager, hence our lips easily start moving faster together, until we're obligated to part away to breathe. I don't exactly pull away though, mouthing along their jaw.

"What?" Party breathes a chuckle, never making any motion to pull away, only tilting their head back. "Wanna give BLI free porn?" they tease, but you can never be too sure about how much of a joke it is with them.

"Why?" I raise an eyebrow, pausing to look at them. "Do you?"

Poison hums, twisting their mouth a bit whilst glancing at the camera. "Maybe these motherfuckers will understand how much of a bad choice it is to capture us." Malice is suddenly evident through their half lidded eyes, gazing into mine with clear intentions; they don't waste time, throwing a leg over my lap and straddling me in a swift motion. Their lips are pressed against mine before I can say anything, only letting me return the kiss as taking a hold of their hips. "Fuck," they breathe, struggling a bit to get rid of their jacket.

"Not afraid of what they may do with the tape?" I raise an eyebrow, helping Party with their jacket then proceed to also remove mine.

"There's nothing bad enough they can do." They shrug.

And it doesn't really matter a lot. What'd BLI do with it? With all of their tight morals? Maybe I'm right or maybe I'm way too intoxicated right now to think properly, with Poison humming into my mouth, running their warm hands up my torso, under my shirt.