#*loud devious gulp*

[holywaterzzz]

i will not say the m-word, i will not say the m-word, i will not-

#*loud devious gulp* #good lord #rpdr #rpdr s12 #jackie cox #clown.txt

[ash5monster01]

Learning to Love Part 5

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: 18+, langauge, angst, fluff, mentions of bullying, body image issues, fat shaming, fake relationship, eventual smut, minor enemies to lovers trope.

Summary: It's not uncommon for you to be shamed for your size, it is however uncommon to be told that no one would ever date you because of it. Rafe on the other hand is used to being called a jerk, that is until he is accused of seeing people for only what's on the surface. It's purely coicidental you two meet right after these accusations are thrown your way. So even though you two don't know each other, and probably never would've looked the others way before this, now you're both going to prove a point. It's simple really, prove others wrong and don't fall in love. Easier said than done.

word count: 2.5k

Part 4 ←→ Part 6

Masterlist

“You’re going to his place again?” Mila groans from the couch. She thought you were going to stay home after the insane shift you both had just worked. She had also managed to put away half a bottle of wine in the time you were getting ready to go to Rafe’s. He had to work a late night at the office and he had practically begged you to come over for an hour or two even though you were exhausted as well.

"Yes, he is my boyfriend and he wants to see me" you tell her and she pouts, refilling the glass in her hand. You realize she should just drink from the bottle at this point.

"Lame" she says and you chuckle, pulling a hoodie over your head.

"You're only saying that because I have a boyfriend and you don't. Now you know what it's like for me sister" you point at her and she rolls her eyes so hard you're positive they could've gotten stuck.

"True but also why doesn't he ever come here, is he to good for our little apartment or something?" you know she's wine drunk but her words still make you freeze. You hadn't considered going to Rafe's all the time hadn't benefited your end of the bargain for a while. Your neighbors, friends, peers, were all supposed to see that tall glass of water come in and out of your own apartment too.

"No, we're just used to me going there" you defend and she shakes her head like this says something about your relationship that you don't know or understand. Before you can ask her what she's thinking your phone rings and your sliding it out of your pocket.

"Hey Rafe, I'm leaving now" you answer and Mila perks up on the couch, eyes landng straight on you.

"Is that Rafe, tell him he sucks!" she says just loud enough that you know Rafe had heard.

"Baby, can you ask Mila why I suck?" he asks and you sigh as you turn and face your drunk friend who should be bothering some other boy tonight.

"He wants to know why he sucks" you tell her and she grins deviously before propping herself on her knees and leaning over the back of the couch.

"He sucks because he expects his girlfriend to be at his beck and call to every need, always making her go over there to satisfy him when he can come over here and tap that fine ass in her own space too" the deep blush that covers your cheeks from your best friends drunken rant is close to a firetruck as Rafe chuckles darkly on the other end of the phone.

"So Mila wants me to come satisfy your needs in your own space for once huh?" you hate that his words send nervous tingles through your body.

"She's had a little bit of wine, mixed in with some shots some customers bought for her" you tell him and he laughs loudly.

"Stay home, I'll be there in a little bit. She's right, this isn't just about me" and you nervously gulp while nodding even though he can't see you.

"Alright, I'll be here" you muster out and he mutters a goodbye that has you ending the call and shoving your phone back in your pocket. The second you look up you're shooting a glare at your bestfriend who's devious plan has just worked.

"He's coming here, you happy?" you ask as you walk into the living room, flopping onto the couch next to her and she grins, sipping at the wine.

"I guess I better open another bottle" she tells you and you shake your head as she stands to find another glass which you'll happily take to calm the nerves you have about Rafe being in your own space. It's only after one glass he finally makes an appearance with a soft knock on the door. Mila yells for him to come in as you prepare to entertain the boy for God knows how long. Yet when he opens the door and saunters in you find your mouth gaping. The Rafe you knew was always dressed to the nines, his leisure wear was still some sort of collared shirt and slacks, but the Rafe that just walked through your door is not. The thin fabric of his black t-shirt is stretched tightly over the expanse of his chest and the grey sweatpants he wears hang low on his hips, you catch his grin as he slips off the white converse on his feet that he had left untied, leaving him in only some socks.

"Damn" Mila says outloud and that has you blushing bright red once again. Rafe chuckles at your friend before walking over to you.

"Hi" you grin at him as calmly as you can and he smiles, slipping in the spot beside you on the couch.

"Hi" he says back to you, leaning forward where you catch the glint of the silver chain on his neck. His lips brush softly against your own and you try to remind yourself that none of this is real.

"Damn I need to get laid" Mila mutters beside you and this has you giggling against Rafe's lips before he pulls away. You watch as he nods at the glass in Mila's hand.

"You going to share?" he asks and she smiles at him, a sign she likes how comfortable he already is being here. As she had prepared for this she leans to the coffee table, pouring some wine into the empty glass she had set aside for him.

"Have at it" she tells him as she slips the wine glass into his hand and he smiles before taking a sip and wrapping his arm around you on the couch.

"So what're we doing? Movie night or something?" he asks and Mila smirks as she grabs the remote, happy to be third wheeling and get a front row seat to this relationship you've been experiencing.

"Exactly that, welcome to our apartment" she tells him before clicking a few buttons. You're not sure what kind of evil she is on tonight when she clicks The Notebook knowing this movie wrecks you absolutely every time. Rafe snuggles closer into your side as the movie starts and you accept your defeat, already knowing it's going to be a long night.

When the movie ends you have tears running down your face. Tears that make Rafe realize how empathetic you are to the characters on the screen. The notion makes him want to curl up and comfort you all night. When the screen finally goes black and the credits run down the screen Mila makes her great escape, leaving the two now empty bottles of wine that she mostly completed herself, sit on the table. "Well that’s it for me. Have fun you two, I expect another hickey like last time"

"What?" you splutter out, curious as to what hickey she had meant. You had a mark on your neck after the night at the hotel but you just chalked it up to drunken injury.

"Goodnight" Rafe tells her as she disappears down the hall and into her room and that is when you realize she was expecting Rafe to spend the night.

"I guess she thinks you’re staying the night" you whsiper into the quiet of the room and Rafe chuckles dryly.

"And giving you a hickey" he laughs and his smile makes a smile of your own break out across your face.

"If you're comfortable I dont mind" you tell him and Rafe raises his eyebrows at this.

"Comfortable with staying or giving you a hickey?" you blush at his words which only causes him to laugh even more. "Come on you, I can handle a sleepover. I'll jump on your bed if we need to make things convincing"

"You're insane" you tell him and he only smiles as he stands and reaches a hand out to help you from the couch. When he doesn't start walking you give him a confused look and before you can react he’s bending down and wrapping his arms behind your legs. Panic shoots through you at the idea of him not being able to lift you, your weight dragging him down, but what you dont expect is how easily he props you on his shoulder and starts down the hallway.

"Rafe, oh my God" you sqeual unbeknownst to Mila who has poked her head out of the room to see you two. She’s surprised you’ve allowed Rafe to carry you but happy you’re beginning to learn that a man can love you for exactly who you are.

Rafe finds your bedroom easily, carrying you in and dropping you in a heap on top of the bed. You can’t help the grin that’s on your face from how he had carried you with ease. Yes you were big but he was strong. Had you been looking at this size difference all wrong? Rafe jumps beside you, fingers tickling your sides that has you squealing into the late night air. It had to be almost 3am by now but you didn’t even care. Rafe had become one of your best friends and you never would’ve thought some aggravated deal would’ve gotten you into this situation.

“I like your room” he says once he stops, you both trying to catch your breath. You don’t miss the way he hovers above you, the chain now loose from the collar of his shirt. He finds himself holding a breath when your finger curls around it, giving it a light tug.

“Thank you, if I had known you were coming sooner I would’ve cleaned up a bit” you tell him, mindlessly playing with the chain.

“I don’t mind” he tells you and you smile, letting the chain go and moving to sit up.

“I’m gonna wash my face, you need anything?” you ask and he shakes his head, moving to the side to allow you to leave. As you wash your face he pulls back your covers, slips off his shirt, and crawls inside. When you’re back in the room you find yourself laughing at the way he lays leisurely in your bed, entirely at home with both arms propped behind him. “You comfy?”

“Never better” he grins and you shake your head before shutting your door and turning off the light. The lamp on your bedside table is the only illumination back to the bed where the most good looking guy you’ve ever seen lays topless in. You smile shyly at him as you crawl in beside him, lifting the covers over yourself, and realizing this is the first time you’ve spent the night with him sober.

“Goodnight” you tell him softly before reaching for your lamp. In just one click you two are enveloped by darkness. You can barely see him but you can feel the warmth that comes from the usually cold side of your bed.

“Goodnight sweetheart” he returns in the darkness and you try your best to pretend he’s not there and just fall asleep. It’s proven to be useless because you’re hyper aware that the most good looking man you know is trying to sleep beside you.

“Rafe?” you plead out and you feel the bed shift as he rolls on his side to face you.

“Yeah baby?” he asks and you sigh, nerves licking up your spine. So you do the only thing you do best, ramble.

“I know Mila was just teasing but if she doesn’t see evidence we did anything she’ll feel bad for intervening but then I feel like if she does see evidence she’ll have something more to tease us about. It’s silly I just don’t know how to do this whole fake dating thing, hell I’m barely good at real dating, and I’m pretty sure I’ve never had a real hick-“ you’re cut off by his finger pressing against your lips in the dark.

“You don’t shut up sometimes” he teases and you blush, which for once he can’t see. “Do you want to give me a hickey?”

“W-what?” you stutter out and he chuckles which makes your whole body warm over.

“Fair trade, since she thinks you had a hickey last weekend” he says and you heart triples in speed.

“I don’t really know how” you say and he tenses beside you, something you take as surprise but really he finds himself extremely turned on by your inexperience.

“I can show you” this is the last thing you expect him to say so you take a moment to let it soak in before answering.

“Okay” you say and the bed shifts again as Rafe sits up, rolling over to face you a bit better. You can barely makeout his form but still can tell how handsome he is.

“It’s easier then you think, just relax” and you almost laugh because how can he expect you to relax when he’s about to kiss your neck. He places a hand on your waist and your stomach jumps at the feeling. He leans some of his weight on you until his hot breath is fanning across your skin. “Ready?”

You nod feverishly, just wanting him to get it over with. He starts small, just a few pecks up the expanse of your neck and you try to keep your breathing regular. Then finally where you neck meets your shoulder he wraps his lips around the expanse of skin, tongue lapping smoothly over it, while he sucks. A small squeak leaves your throat as he continues. The minute he finds the sweet spot you have to surpress a moan but based on the way you’re breathing he can already tell you’re enjoying it.

As if you’re no longer in control of your body your hand meets the back of his head, fingers tangling into his hair and gripping slightly. What you don’t expect is the hum of delight Rafe sends into your neck from the action. He works you over as best he can, fighting the urge to kiss you literally anywhere else. When he finally gets the small moan he was searching for the hand that’s on your waist meets your waist band. The shorts you wear are pulled above your belly button and you know the further his hand goes down the more fat he’ll find. Yet you hate the anticipation you have mixed with fear. He truly could just reach down, give you the relief you need but your panic still wins. Loosening your hand from his hair he gets the memo that this is too much and as much as he’s disappointed, he’s more disappointed you don’t believe that his attraction can be real.

“That should’ve done it” he says as he releases from you and you nod even though he can’t see you.

“Is it okay if I don’t try, not quite yet?” you ask nervously and Rafe’s shoulders drop in disappointment which you can barely see.

“Yeah, it’s okay. Next time” he says with a teasing tone even though he was quite excited to have your warm mouth all over his neck as well. Especially since just the few small sounds you had made turned him on more than anything.

“Goodnight for real” you say with a light laugh and he gives a tight lipped smile that you can’t see and rolls back into his spot beside you.

“Goodnight for real”

a/n: listen my plus size girlies, I know the whole lifting you up thing isn’t entirely believable. I myself fully believe Rafe/Drew could never lift me. I’ve been trying to make this fic as accurate and believable for us bigger girls as possible, but don’t we deserve the cliches sometimes! Rafe is a fictional character, I can make him able to lift the biggest of us if he wants! I stand by that <3

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[myouicieloz]

Heartbeat

Shin Ryujin x reader

Synopsis: you’ve promised to take your best friend to an awaited party, located in a nearby city. Ryujin catches your eye, and you fall right into her web of plans, with the promise of having a good time once and for all.

Warnings: mentions of gangs, guns and drugs. smut. blood. violence. nsfw.

Word count: 13.8k

Notes: i thought abt this after watching ryujin’s solo mv! it was so good <3. this was a fairly new topic for me to write about, so I apologize if it’s poorly written or unrealistic. nevertheless, I had lots of fun writing it ˆˆ. english is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.

You don’t mind helping out your parents by working at the family’s Diner: there usually weren’t many customers, and days went by slowly without you being bothered.

“Hey, Y/n. Can I grab another soda?” Your best friend asks, brushing her hands in front of your face to get your attention. Facing you from the other side of the diner’s endless counter, Chaeryeong looks like a hyper child, standing up from her seat to take a look at the soda machine, placed behind your frame.

You roll your eyes at her, simply grabbing the large cup she hands you and filling it up with Coke Zero, this time. “Here.”

“Awn, man, come on!” She protests, grunting. Lets her head fall back. “Coke Zero tastes like shit, Y/n! Give me something tasty, damn.” Chaeryeong turns to the few other customers, gesticulating, “What does a girl have to do to get the good stuff around here? Stop with the misery!”

She has her finger pointed at you, to which you giggle. You’ve known Chaery since your diaper days, with her living in the house in front of yours, and the two of you have been best friends ever since. Her careless, playful nature provides a nice balance to your calm, responsible one. You love her to pieces, which means you are always taking care of the dark-haired girl, in many ways.

“You’ve reached your daily quota of sugar.” You don’t even look at her as you answer, busy giving an elder woman her exchange in cash. “And don’t make those faces. I might as well just give you water, from now on.” Smiling at the customer, you ignore your friend. “Thank you, ma’am! Have a pleasant day.” Chaeryeong gulps, knowing fully well you mean your words.

She keeps her thoughts to herself, mumbling something incoherent while the loud slurps of the iced drink can be heard. Still not paying her much attention, you lean your elbows on the counter marble, sighing tiredly. Even though it was only an hour past noon, you could feel the heaviness in your eyes, the tiredness getting to you. Not having any orders, you allow yourself a few moments of rest, closing your eyes and resting your head on your hands. Just some seconds of peace, you decide.

The bell chime’s noise announces the end of your calm state of mind. In a blink, your sister is placing a medium-sized box on the counter, her usual smile directed at you. You know better than to trust her angelic looks, though — behind her rose gold hair and delicate features, Rosé is nothing but a devious manipulator.

However, she’s still your older sister, and you love her to pieces. It’s the only reason you don’t ignore her, crossing your arms and waiting for her to speak up, instead. She pushes the box towards you, smiling sneakily.

“Good morning, baby sister.” Rosé greets you. As usual, she never goes straight to the point.

You narrow your eyes at her. “It’s past noon, Rosé.”

“Yeah, whatever.” She brushes you off, winking at Chaeryeong to say hello. The girl nearly drowns in her coke, coughing violently.

Chaeryeong has had a massive crush on your sister ever since she was fourteen. Fortunately for you, Rosé has never seen her as anything apart from a little sister too, like yourself. Although the not so subtle rejection has never stopped Chaery from freaking out whenever Rosé addressed or acknowledged her.

“Good morning to you too, Rosie unnie.” She says, after finally gathering her breath. You huff, muttering about how biased she was and being promptly ignored by both girls. The package catches Chaery’s attention, ever so curious, and she pokes it with her bony fingers. “And what’s that about?”

Rosé pulls the package towards you, shrinking her shoulders down a little. For some, she might seem hesitant, but you know her too well to be aware that her movements are anything short of calculated.

“Could you deliver this for me?” She asks —tone dripping with sweetness. It always is, whenever she wants something from you. This is no different. “They asked for the pieces pretty urgently, and I’ll be off to deliver another package in a nearby city in a few minutes.”

Apart from the Diner, your father also owned a mechanical workshop, and would often sell and deliver car pieces to his clients. Rosé, being her outgoing self, dealt with them and the business part of it while you preferred to step aside, helping with the Diner instead. It was only when she had too much work to do that you had to deal with her customers, instead —and those were never pleasant experiences.

Perhaps you were just not cut for the job, or your calm aura was easy to be taken advantage of, but it was a matter of fact: you sucked at negotiating deals and making small talk. It made you uncomfortable and anxious, having to put up a superior act and bargain with assholes until you got enough profit to go home satisfied, so you avoided it vigorously.

Unfortunately, Rosé never hesitated to ask for a hand.

You eye the box suspiciously, trying to figure out the content inside without having to touch it. Even though it seems heavy, you can never truly trust appearances. After all, car pieces are not the only thing they sell at your father’s shop.

“I mean… I could.” You smirk back at Rosé, your identical smiles mirroring one another. “But I don’t want to.”

Before you even register, Rosé smacks you on the head. You’ve never been able to buck from her quick hands anyway.

“Hey!” You massage your scalp, moving your upper body forward to give Chaeryeong a push, too, since the action has her laughing loudly. “Bitch.”

Rosé giggles, too, standing on her tiptoes to give you a kiss on the cheek.

“Pretty please, Y/nnie.” She sighs, joining her hands in a prayer. “I’ll owe you one. I’ll even give you that dress of mine you love, promise.”

Chaeryeong gives you a thumbs up, biased as she’s always been.

“Come on, Y/n, let’s just do it. It’ll be fun! It’s too monotonous to be at the Diner all day, anyway.”

“See?” Rosé gestures to your best friend, pleased to be supported. “Chaery, you’re so sweet.” Your sister pinches her nose, and Chaeryeong’s face turns as red as a strawberry in a matter of seconds. She turns to you once again, then, still faking that hesitation. “Please? It’d be an outstanding deal for us. Lots of profit and all.”

You roll your eyes, still not convinced. Even though Chaery’s eyes are nearly popping off her face with how intensely she’s glaring, you refuse to give in. Rosé was stubborn, but you share the same blood, after all.

“Aren’t any of your friends available? I can’t just close the Diner and go.” Lies. You simply refuse to bulge, to relent to Rosé’s wishes as you always did.

She doesn’t even blink, though, unbothered by your lack of cooperation.

“Lisa, Jisoo, and Jennie are all busy with other work deals too, as well as the boys.” She shrugs, going around the counter to grab a beer for herself. “Trust me, Y/n: if I had anyone to go deliver this, I would… but you know how busy these past weeks have been, and we’re all so overworked. Help me out, please?” She touches the cross hanging on her chest, identical to the one you never took off.

A symbol of your bond.

You sigh, jumping off the balcony and giving in to Rosé’s orders for the nth time. “Fine.” You mumble, grumpy. “Chaeryeong can take care of the place while I go.”

“What the fuck, Y/n!” The girl jumps from her seat, suddenly interested in the conversation as if she hadn’t spent the last five minutes scrolling on her phone, all bored. Suddenly, she’s all ears, eagerly advocating for herself, “I don’t want to do the boring stuff! Let me go with you.”

Before you’re able to tell your friend to get fucked, Rosé stops you with her hands, signaling for someone to come in.

“It’s good for you to not go alone, baby sis. Chaery can make you company.” She nods, grabbing the young girl who came in by the shoulders and positioning her in front of you and Chaeryeong. “This is Rami. She’s Mingyu’s little sister, remember? She said she could handle the diner for a few hours while the two of you are at it. Such a sweetheart, is she not?”

The girl — Rami, nods energetically, looking at your sister with adoration in her glittery eyes. It was no surprise Rosé had brought one of her little fangirls to help, actually. Living in a small city for all your life, everyone knew Rosé. She’s been a notable presence since her teenage years, whether it was attending fancy balls or setting fire to the shops downtown. The blonde girl has been remarkable for as long as you can remember. She’s always been either feared, hated, or loved, but remarkable nonetheless.

Which only proved your theory that you were not going to deliver any car pieces, after all.

You and Chaery exchanged a knowing look, neither caring enough to ask anything about this girl or explain the job she’d have to take at the Diner for free.

“Very well, then.” You sigh, watching Rosé’s excited clapping and giggling. “I’ll grab my car keys.”

Chaeryeong follows you closely, also jumping of joy. You’re well aware she hates being at the Diner, always complaining of boredom, but it isn’t like she has any other friends to go out with. Behind her bubbly, chatty, and energetic personality, she’s is actually very frail and shy, which makes her an easy target for the mean fuckers your age. She struggles, and would much rather just have a single, loyal friend. And you’ve always made sure to protect her fiercely.

“Adventure!! Finally.” The dark-haired girl raises her hands, thanking God you’d go out.

“Don’t get too excited.” You warn her, turning to Rosé. Pointing a finger at the rosy-haired woman, you add. “I hate you.”

She pulls you in for a suffocating hug, used to your harsh behavior. “And I love you so, little sis. Thank you!”

Both Rami and her wave as you and Chaeryeong leave the diner, the package weighing heavily in your hands. You don’t have a big 6th sense, but something does not feel right. Although you ignore it anyway, turning the car on and driving to the address your sister texted you.

-

“Do we really have to do this?” She whines, closing the passenger’s door rather roughly — to which you grunt, paying her a harsh stare for not being careful with your precious car.

She realized the whole thing would be anything but fun sometime mid the 40-minute journey to the abandoned warehouse you were currently walking into. Besides, once you reminded her that Rosé’s request would put off her wishes of going out and partying for a few hours, that little pout of hers hasn’t left her lips. Now, Chaeryeong is all regretful to have supported the older girl in her wishes.

“Not really.” You pay your friend no mind, walking towards the place that was falling into pieces. Seeing you weren’t backing her up, her pout deepened.

“It’s my birthday.” She argues, kicking rocks along the way.

“I already bought you a cake. And milkshake, and fries.” You roll your eyes, remembering how you’d all chanted your best friend happy birthday at your parents’ Diner, during breakfast. “And a shit ton of booze, throughout all these years of knowing you. You haven’t paid me back once.”

Chaeryeong sighs, hurrying to your side, defeated. You keep walking without waiting for her, making it harder for her to catch up — truly opposites, the two of you.

“Fine. But let’s do this quickly. You promised we’d still go to that party.” She decides, playfully bumping into you. Any other time, her actions would’ve helped you to be at ease, but you’re unable to relax this time. You know this is some serious shit.

“Yeah, let’s do this quick.” You repeat her words, entering the abandoned place at a slow, nearly languid pace.

Let you both be out of here in no time. You wish, once again sensing the bad omens.

The warehouse, although old, mistreated and nearly falling into pieces, is not unsettling to you. It’s merely the place Rosé sometimes treats business, and you’ve accompanied her once or twice, before. The wooden beams are rotten, and the flooring has long disappeared, fading into dust that clings to your combat boots. You’d have to clean them later, and that somehow annoys you more than the situation itself. The place is empty, with walls that were once covered by big, expensive windows, yet all that remains are tainted, broken glasses hanging wherever you could look. Machines are still forgotten in random locations inside the building, a ghost of times when the government tried to rebuild the massive area. None of that was successful, obviously. Now, this ghost of a place belongs to your father, your sister, and the other people who were also part of the darker side of this shitty town.

Only a single table hangs in the open area of the first floor, clearly meant for dealerships and businesses. Upon arriving, you notice 5 — no, nearly 10 people waiting not so patiently. Wearing dark, shabby clothes, none of them seem welcoming, to say the least. Rosé had told you’d be doing business with Wendy, a familiar customer from another small town nearby, in hopes to ease down on your nerves. It worked, in a way: having met with Wendy a few times prior, you weren’t all nervous about the upcoming meeting. She was intimidating and oh, so pretty, but you got along well with the auburn-haired woman and her business partners, from previous experiences such as charity dinners and dealerships alongside your sister’s presence.

The woman that stands in front of you, however, looks nothing like Wendy. You know her, naturally; it was impossible not to. Jinsoul’s troublemaker fame was much different than your sister’s — while Rosé’s actions, even though batshit crazy at times, are dreadfully calculated, Jinsoul’s insanity comes with the sole purpose of enticing chaos. Her unstable nature is much of a pain, you’ve personally experienced so from watching herself prove her influence on a crowd by torturing some poor girl who accidentally spilled champagne in her dress at a ceremony, or setting fire to a man’s car at one of the car rifts you often attend. Out of all the girls from her gang, Jinsoul is the least pleasant one to set off deals with.

Naturally, Rosé and Jinsoul hate each other with a passion, being two different flames of the same fire.

With all of that knowledge, you fix your posture, observing Chaeryeong do the same with your peripheral vision. Even though you absolutely despise it, you’ve been taught well how to keep a powerful, imposing façade. Standing tall, you tower over Jinsoul and her subordinates.

“I see Rosé sent her little minion, instead of herself. Must be really busy, of course.” Jinsoul doesn’t greet you, as expected. Her tone is dripping with venom as she examines you and your best friend with harsh eyes.

Now that you’re in front of her, you’re no longer hesitant or scared. Instead, you’re bothered, irritated that you have to deal with your sister’s cheap copy instead of Wendy or Joohyun. Taking a step towards the young woman, you curse Rosé under your breath, fully aware the eventful encounter is not a misunderstanding.

“Nice hair. I love the new color.” You say, leaning your head with a knowing look. Jinsoul’s hair falls a little past her shoulders, in a strawberry-blonde tone that is exactly like Rosé’s past one, from a few months prior. “I’ll tell Rosé her oldest, most faithful fan sends her regards.”

Your words seem to stir something inside the leader in front of you. She scoffs, gritting her teeth. “This is too tedious. Give me the shipment we agreed on, I’ve got better things to do anyway.”

Rolling your eyes, you gesture for Chaeryeong to drop the box on the ground. She does as told, the metallic sounds of the guns moving inside. It echoes in the empty place, as the box falls onto the ground.

Jinsoul remains stoic, hands resting neatly inside her pockets, while her guards reach out for the box. Before they can touch it, though, you step on it, preventing anyone from moving.

“Give us the money first, Jinsoul. No funny business.” You stare right into her eyes, remembering the times you’ve caught her fooling around in her deals, leaving other people empty-handed. “Then you can check as much as you want.”

She laughs, knowing you’re no fool. “I see you’ve gotten wiser, Y/n. Well done.”

In a second, she’s handing you another small, compacted package. You take the money with your delicate hands, not in the least made to deal with such dirty stuff. You count it, already feeling the blood in your veins boil. Chaeryeong breaths are heavy beside you as you say. “This is not what we agreed on, Jinsoul. Stop being a whore for once and give me the other half of the fucking money.”

You and Chaery don’t need words to understand each other. She grabs the box back from the ground as soon as she sees you go rigid, holding on to it with the same look of disdain you bear.

“Oh, my dear.” Jinsoul stands close enough to grab a strand of your long fringe, knuckles brushing your jawline with feigned affection. “Your sister should know I am only faithful to the people I treat business with… and I didn’t discuss anything with you, precious.”

Turning your face, you hold Chaeryeong with one arm to prevent her from jumping on Jinsoul and beating her up.

“You bitch!” Your friend screams at her face, her voice muffled by Jinsoul’s hectic laughter as she walks away, back turned to you and Chaery in a clear show of disrespect.

Before you can go to Jinsoul yourself, her guards strike, going straight to the two of you. You manage to buckle and give them a few punches — causing a fair amount of trouble for someone who didn’t practice often at all, honestly. However, you were outnumbered, and soon enough you find yourself on the ground, punched and disheveled.

Coughing violently, you turn to see one of them kicking Chaeryeong in the guts, a few meters from you. The sight of your friend, cheerful and pure Chaery, being hurt enrages you to the core. You spit at their feet to gather all the attention to yourself.

“Don’t touch her, fucker!” You scream, breathless. They pay you no mind, having the time of their lives.

You feel something on your jacket, then. When you look ahead, Jinsoul has poured a thick, horizontal line of a viscous liquid through all of the massive warehouse. Other guards help, with gallons, but you know most of it is her doing — she loves to get her hands dirty in the business. There’s fire in her eyes, and by the time she lifts the lighter dramatically, you’re already well aware.

Gasoline.

“Goodbye, dearests! It’s always a pleasure doing business with you.” She chants, before throwing the lighter and walking away, without any rush.

You have to use both hands to stand on your fours, then on your knees. Your jacket is long thrown elsewhere as you grab Chaeryeong by back of her neck, much like a kitten. “Let’s go, and quick. Are you badly hurt?” You murmur, looking for any bad bruises on her porcelain skin. The girl shakes her head, running her hand through her bloody nose. She whimpers, and you know she’s trying her best to be strong in front of you. You give her a hug, as well as a kiss on her dirty cheek, in hopes of bringing her a little comfort. “Good. Now come.”

You hated — no, you despised Rosé for always deceiving you. Only this time, she’d pay.

Leaning on each other, the two of you go back to where you’d parked your car, in a hidden area a few minutes away from the warehouse, just as you’ve been taught to do. You take a deep breath, appreciating the humidity and the nature that ruled the place, a forgotten piece of the city. It had rained while you were inside, and you were glad for that. You loved the smell of rain, especially in nature.

On your way to the car, you spot a water tap nearby. You take Chaeryeong’s arms from your shoulders, then, opening the tap and turning to her. “Clean yourself up.”

“You’re so bossy.” She mumbles, but is quick to do as told, grabbing a hold of the water and splashing it on her face, cleaning up the dust that gathered. Chaeryeong nearly drenches her whole head, too — her pitch-black hair all shiny within minutes as the color slowly returns to her face.

While she takes the dirt off her arms and legs, you look around to check on the fire. It is still lively, a bright beacon as the night falls by, but you know it won’t spread. The place was all rotten by rust, with barely any ceiling left, so the rain would most likely put it off.

Still, Jinsoul’s message was clear, and it stung on your pride.

At least she’s always been like that, never presenting herself differently. Much different from your sister, who tells lies for breakfast.

Your mind is still clouded by troubled thoughts when Chaeryeong lets out a tired laugh, smiling once you kneel to clean up yourself. “They beat up our asses hard out there, you know.”

As much as her statement annoys the shit out of you, you’re grateful to have her cracking jokes again. Your best friend’s delicate features suit the red color on her mouth, a sign she’s well and ready for the next one.

You feel the dust gathering under your fingers and all over your skin. It’s all over you, so intensely your honey hair can be misguided as black, with how much of it is covered by dirt.

“I’ve barely noticed.”

Chaeryeong chokes in her saliva to keep herself from laughing, knowing your patience’s running thin. Even if you have the softest spot for her, she decides not to push it.

“Yes, obviously.” She nods. You think she’s finally going to be quiet, but it’s your best friend you’re talking about. Naturally, she continues. “Let’s go to the party, please?”

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you finish washing up, feeling refreshed and no longer too bothered. “Yes.”

You both arrive where the car is parked before she adds. “And we need fighting lessons once we get back home.”

“Chaeryeong.”

“It’s true, sorry! It is.” She raises her hands as if to keep herself from being attacked by your rage.

You limit yourself to giving her a harsh stare, and she shivers under it. You can be quite intimidating when you wish to be, especially since you’re not exactly a chatterbox.

Turning the car on, you indulge your friend’s wishes as you drive towards the party she’s been nagging you about for the whole week.

-

The night’s already taken over the sky once you park on the crowded street, after hours of speeding on the free road. As you hop out of the car, your thoughts go to your sister: you know the meeting with Jinsoul had been arranged all along, with her words about Wendy being merely for you to agree on doing as told. How could she fool you like that? As if you were nothing more than another dischargeable person, like many of her toys.

It’s not the first time Rosé has sent you and Chaeryeong to some skimpy situation, but knowing she was well aware of it being a clear trap all along leaves you absolutely outraged.

Even though she knew of the risks, she still sent you. You would’ve never gone, had you known it was a situation like that, and that’s the reason she didn’t warn you beforehand.

You hated Rosé’s guts.

Chaery rushes to your side once again, side-eyeing you with as little discreetness as possible — unlike yourself, she’s never been good at hiding her expressions. You don’t even attempt to smile, still mad about your earlier encounter and all that went wrong.

Not even your bubbly, cheerful best friend can lift your spirits, at the moment.

“Don’t tell me you’re still pissed, Y/n.” She shakes her arms, sighing. Her tone is serious, and you know she means it. “Come on! Live your life, and stop being so strict all the time. You deserve to have fun.” Chaery grabs you by the shoulders, lifting your chin so you’ll stare at her. “So have fun! I know it fucking sucks, but it’s done! Let’s just enjoy the night and deal with the whole problem tomorrow morning.”

You roll your eyes, knowing she’d never comprehend your feelings. As much as you love how carefree she is, you also know your personalities are too different.

You allow her to interlock your hand with hers, though, as the two of you pass the sea of cars in the direction of the crowded mansion.

“You could use a little fire within yourself too, you know.” You murmur, examining the place with harsh eyes.

The front garden alone is already impressive. Its deep green lawn is impeccable — clearly trimmed and well cared for, aligning with the lavish fountain that stands in the center and all the animals sculpted in the bushes. A cupid stands in the middle of the marble fountain, water flowing smoothly from its carved bow. You recognize the modern styling of the mansion, with plenty of massive windows that cover both floors of the house. With its wooden walls, the place has a rustic yet cozy surface. There is no doubt whoever owns such property has a great sense of style.

Even that front area is crowded, too. People nearly having public sex, others throwing up vigorously while being helped by friends, a few others just passed out on the lawn… although you’re surprised to see many groups simply drinking and chilling, leaning on their cars, too — most likely seeking an escape from the vivid music and the heat wave that must be inside. You already feel the energetic music echoing through the whole atmosphere, the rhythm reverberating through the walls and on the ground. You bite your cheek to suppress a smile, not wanting your friend to notice yet. To you, there was something appealing about attending such crowded spaces. Amidst the sea of people, you were no one: known by no one, cared for by no one. It was strangely comforting, as if a weight was going off your shoulders, and you liked it.

Interrupting your thoughts, Chaeryeong shrugs, “I mean, it’s Rosé we’re talking about. Did you seriously not expect the deal to be suspicious, to say the very least?” She sighs hard, adding. “That lying, dreadful hot bitch. I’d go to as many sneaky warehouses as she commands me to, sorry, Y/n.”

Her tone is truthful enough to have you shaking your shoulders in laughter, squeezing her hand to make her stop walking through people so fast. As a matter of fact, Chaery’s fat crush on your sister isn’t by any means new to you — going on for many years already, but it always surprises you to hear her say stuff like that.

You find it hilarious, actually, that Chaeryeong is, to this day, one of your sister’s fangirls.

“I seriously can’t believe you sometimes.” You say, although youthful spirits have been lifted. Your best friend smiles brightly at you, her button nose scrunching adorably.

“You just love me so much.”

You leave her at that, and stand by the door, making your way to the main, open area — the living room. Chaeryeong is smart and attentive, which also helps to access the whole place rather quickly. Soon enough, both of you have some kind of fancy drink in hands, and you stare at the dark-haired girl rather hesitantly.

Her bright humor and the room’s energy, bustling with excitement are enough to have you feeling much better, even a little happy yourself. Still sensing your hesitation, she brings the cup to your mouth with her small hands, both of you downing your drinks within seconds.

“Okay,” She says, looking around for anything interesting. “Now the real fun begins.”

You laugh, knowing she’s going to find some source of entertainment for the night — whether it is a pretty girl to lose herself in or a newly discovered gossip to watch and comment over like a TV series.

Chaeryeong disappears and comes back with another fancy-looking drink, stumbling and nearly falling in the process, and you quickly grab the one she hands to you, taking a small sip this time. She’s already had a handful of hers and stares at your choice of savoring the liquid with playful eyes.

“What? I would rather not pass out. That’s your role.”

“You never forget, do you? It was once, Y/n. Once. And forever ago, too! I’ve never done that again.” She huffs, bringing her free hand to her chest in a fake display of resentment.

You giggle as you hug her sideways, shutting off the older girl’s whines. She quickly steps aside, though — not wanting people to think she’s not seeking some fun, and you take the opportunity to look around, observing the inside of the mansion properly.

It’s a beautiful house — a mansion, indeed — and the first floor is nothing but lavish. The bar, where you and Chaeryeong stand, is nearly the size of the one at the Diner, filled with expensive drinks and crystal cups as the bartender — not at all like the junk places the two of you usually attend— mixes drinks with experience.

It also pleases you to see how such a person is not afraid of spending money to host a good party, even if the people enjoying it are complete strangers. The lively atmosphere of young people having fun, mixed with the grand decor of the place balanced each other well, giving a lived-in aspect to said gorgeous place.

The open area has plenty of windows, allowing you to watch the gardens and the pool, outside — even though it’s massive, there’s barely any space left in between the waters, making you gulp with disgust. It was hard for you to understand how that many people would muster the courage to get in, with so many germs and fluids certainly dirtying the once crystal-clear waters.

Looking back inside, you’re able to observe the planned furniture, which is clearly well thought out, with the wooden ceiling and the thick, marble columns. There are rugs lacking, you notice, but it is surely so they don’t stain or anything.

You wonder what the place is like during a quiet, common day. One where the only noises come from the birds, chipping and singing while flying through the trees, and the running water that drips on the pool fountain.

Besides that, it is absolutely crowded. Nearly every single space is occupied by either a couple kissing like there’s no tomorrow or people screaming and dancing, yet everyone seems to be having a nice time. The atmosphere makes you smile, surprisingly cozy on this chaotic yet lively night. That’s how you feel, specially after the prior encounters: alive.

You have to make that feeling worth it.

-

Time goes by fast once you’re trying to have fun.

You quickly learn so, as you drink, smoke, and dance with Chaeryeong. Even with the alcohol leaving you happy, you’re still uneasy. You can’t shake the feeling that you’re being observed, no matter how many times you tell yourself that’s absolutely insane — there are people in every possible corner of the place, and no one’s paying attention to you.

However, Chaery also seems to be opposed to the logical part of your brain.

“I think you should go for it,” Your best friend tells you, after long minutes of heavily flirting with a barbie-like girl from afar.

You’re nearly sure you know that girl, actually. She’s from your hometown, most likely; her heart-shaped mouth and cherubic features are impossible to miss.

There’s nothing more like Chaery than going to a party located 2 hours away just to fuck around with the same people you’ve known since elementary school.

Your best friend turns around, filling up both of your drinks, even though yours is only halfway empty.

You frown. “Go for what?”

It’s Chaeryeong’s turn to be annoyed at you. She throws her free arm on your shoulders, gesturing to the middle of the living room area, where four good-looking girls stand with critical looks, acting like they own the place.

Which, judging by their style and the way they carry themselves, they might as well do.

Chaeryeong points in their direction with her head, never in her life subtle. “The one in the middle has not stopped staring at you ever since we’ve arrived. Ryujin, they say it’s her name.” Your friend’s excited tone grabs your attention, and you finally take a look at the small group she’s so enamored by. “I think you should go get her.”

Your friend has always had a good taste in women, and this time’s no different. They are beautiful, crushingly so, all hanging out by the long couch, circled by many people who seem to fight for an ounce of their attention. They stay disinterested, though, not paying them as much as a quick look.

One has sharp eyes, listening attentively to what a jumpy redhead and a blonde girl have to say as she sips on her Marguerita. At last, you observe the raven-haired girl Chaeryeong mentioned: she stands powerful in the middle, her sharp features giving her an intimidating look. To your surprise, she’s already staring— her dark eyes examining you with such hunger your heart starts beating rapidly as if there were no one else in the room. Electric shocks fly through your body upon her piercing gaze, and you look away immediately.

“She’s creepy.” You take a long gulp of your drink, in hopes of washing away the urge of sneaking her a glance once again.

Chaeryeong rolls her eyes, nudging you. “Just how you like them.” She scoffs, then, when she realizes you won’t answer — not in the mood to indulge her little monologues. “Please, Y/n, for once in your life just—“

You interrupt your friend, taking a step back and giving her a fake smile. “I need to use the bathroom, but I’ll catch up with you soon, Chaery.” Getting away from her as fast as you can in such a crowded space, you’re still able to hear her voice as you ascend the grand staircase, screaming while raising her cup in your direction to prove her point.

“YOU CAN’T ESCAPE ME, Y/N! IF YOU TAKE TOO LONG, I’LL COME AND GET YOU.” You can’t help but laugh, fully knowing she means it.

Even though you escape her lecture — hearing that same discourse at least once a day ever since you can remember, you know Chaeryeong means well. It’s a matter of fact: you’ve always been the responsible one, caring and supervising others, to the point people always referred to you as “lame” or “boring”. Whether it was at the Diner, with your reckless family, or dealing with your friend’s spontaneousness, you’re unable to help it: being careful comes naturally to you, always thinking about countless opportunities for every situation possible.

Before opening many doors — the place was indeed massive, leaving you to wonder how many rooms there are — you finally find a bathroom. Without rushing, you take a deep breath, washing your face in hopes of easing your mind, too.

For the first time in many hours, you have time to truly think about the events of the day. Weariness infiltrates your bones as you grip both sides of the sink, not daring to look at yourself in the mirror. Looking at your face, your features, means staring at your sister, too. At your father, the whole dirty business you do for a living and how you’re also to blame, no matter how much you avoid taking part in it. You belong in this world, there’s no denying it.

Only you so wish you weren’t.

Sitting on the toilet, you hug your knees, waiting for the tears to come. They never do; you only feel an emptiness inside your tainted soul. Somehow, you’ve already gotten used to this entire mess. Crying and pitying yourself won’t change anything.

The door opens, and Ryujin is standing in front of you before you can make yourself look presentable. She’s as intimidating as she was from afar, her thick boots making her look taller.

“Sorry for taking so long, I needed a moment. I’ll go now.” You get up quickly, trying to brush past her as you murmur excuses for keeping the bathroom all to yourself, even though she doesn’t seem to mind.

With a hand brushing your waist, she says, tone low and husked. “It’s ok. I can take you to somewhere quieter if you’d like.” Her posture is relaxed and patient, waiting for you to answer. “Listening to loud music for too long can be a bother.”

You don’t exactly know why you agree; perhaps it’s her voice, soothing and sensual — even though you somehow know her invite is not one seeking sex, or her dark eyes, staring at you like she could undress your soul and be aware of your deepest secrets. Regardless of the motives, you feel drawn to her, almost as if she’d cast a spell on you, luring you in. So you nod, allowing yourself to enter the labyrinth of corridors as Ryujin walks by your side, without rushing. Only when the two of you stop by a black, wooden door, she turns back to you. You step inside, as the world behind you suddenly turns quiet.

You’re fully aware of the risks you’re taking. She’s a stranger, and you know nothing about each other. You should be jumpy, wary in the least.

Instead, for the first time in many years, there’s not a train of thoughts running through your head, thinking about millions of possibilities and outcomes of every little thing you’ve ever witnessed.

As you walk into the middle of the spacious room, you feel nothing but calm.

-

Ryujin has good taste.

You’re not stupid: you know the bedroom you’re currently in belongs to her. The walls are made of wood, carved in light brown, and most of the furniture is black, a true portrait of how she presents herself — all dark and mysterious. Her bed stands appealing in the middle, the covers undone and inviting, while numerous papers rest neatly on her desk, but it’s the content on the wall that catches your attention. A map of the country, covered with red strings and pins linking numerous places. There are names written, too, as well as keywords and small texts.

“I’m a good listener. If you’d like to, naturally.” She takes a blunt out of her pocket, gesturing to you. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all.” You give her a small smile in acknowledgment. “It’s your room, anyway.”

She laughs. “Smart girl.”

“I’ll pass on your invitation to listen, though.” You continue as you stare at her closely, curious about how she’d react. Her blazer made her shirt ride up, revealing part of her toned abdomen, and you can’t help but ogle, mouth dry at the sight.

God, she’s so hot, sitting casually like that.
“As you wish. No problem.” Ryujin doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest, which provides you with enough confidence to start looking around again.

A black wooden bookshelf catches your attention, standing on the opposite side of the windows and the balcony, and you’re appalled by how vast it is. It nearly occupies the entire wall, with numerous books. It’s the only part of the room that has any color besides black, brown, or white, and the books all seem pretty worn out. You brush your fingers through the shelves, lost in paradise.

“Do you expect us to fuck?” You don’t turn to face her as you ask, without shame. Strangely, you feel like you could tell her whatever you wanted to.

She shrugs, adjusting her pillows so she’d lie comfortably, looking rather small in the massive bed. The words leave her mouth so casually like nothing was ever complicated. “If you'd like to, maybe.” Her eyes travel to your body, and you shiver, once again feeling exposed. “You’re pretty. You have a beautiful body, too. So, sure.”

“Why did you bring me here, then? If not to fuck.” You murmur, eyeing her as your fingers brush a specific book, waiting for her permission.

You take it from its place once she nods, freeing the smoke from her lungs. The Waves, highlighted and annotated.

“You looked as if you had many thoughts going on in your head.” She runs her hand through her shiny, pitch-black hair, casually. “This is my quiet place. I figured you could use a little peace for a while, too.”

She was so right. From the time you entered her room, you felt nothing but peace, as if your emotional turmoil had cooled down for a few moments.

Maybe it was the calming energy Ryujin emanates or the way she looks at you so curiously. Anyway, you decide she’s worth it.

You were not exactly fond of meeting new people, much less welcoming them into your life. You didn’t feel the need to add anyone — you could barely keep up with the amount of drama you had, with not that many people. You have a best friend, a father, a stepmother, grandparents, a sister, and her friends who were your acquaintances. Not a massive crowd, but just enough for you.

However, you feel the need to let this girl in, too.

Jumping on the bed, you don’t stop until you’re near enough to feel the warmth of the blunt Ryujin holds. You lean on your elbows, facing down whilst she’s facing up, hands behind her head to support herself as she stares at the ceiling.

“I’m Y/n, nice to meet you.” You say, determined not to feel threatened by her piercing gaze and those midnight eyes that carry such mystery.

Ryujin laughs, shaking the hand you offer. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/n. I’m Ryujin.”

She stares back, her eyes undressing you as if she’s the keeper of all your secrets. You look away. She laughs again.

Your mind wanders to Chaeryeong’s words, always eager to talk about how you should take more risks and live freely. Perhaps she’s right; you should stop worrying too much and overthinking every single thing.

You snuggle yourself even closer to Ryujin, still deciding. “But are you good?”

She frowns, turning to you. “Probably. But good at what, exactly?”

“In bed, obviously.” You roll your eyes. “Are you a good fuck?”

Being so close to her allows you to see the switch your words provoke. Her eyes darken, and she fixes her posture, no longer carefree and unbothered. No… the girl whose eyes roam over your body is far from inviting or calming. She’s powerful, just as you watched her present herself downstairs, earlier at night. With strong hands, she grabs one of your thighs, bringing you so close you’re able to play with the collar of her silk shirt.

“Why do you ask, Y/n?” Ryunjin’s hands brush your neck in a careful motion, tucking your hair away so she’s able to run her nose through your skin. One look at her, and you know she enjoys toying with you like that too much.

As she must do with anyone, you suppose.

“Well…” You look down, although still leaning at her touch. “‘Cause I want you to fuck me, of course. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be asking.”

She doesn’t mind your impatient tone but doesn’t touch you either, even after your words. If anything, she just keeps staring at your body, as if imagining all the things she’d do.

“And how would I do that, exactly?” You roll your eyes, ready to give her a defiant answer when she grabs you by the chin, ever so gently. “Make sure to be clear with your words, my angel.”

And it’s that tone once again — so low-pitched and raspy, that makes you gulp, barely breathing under the enchanting, mysterious girl’s touches. Besides being in control at all times: when you’ve decided to accompany Ryujin to her bedroom, when initiating this battle of desire… you finally come to realize how different it is, this once. This time, Ryujin’s question presents itself as a warning, its meaning loud and clear even though it was unsaid. If you agreed to this, she would be the one in control. She’d take as much as she pleased, however, you wished her to do.

Something that is so appealing to you. Not because you feel the need to let go; no, you’ve done much of that throughout all of your life — being your family’s pawn, toy, and little doll to show off to other powerful families, making a profit over the image of perfection.

No, Ryujin’s offer is appealing simply because you’re curious to see what she’d do to you. You feel drawn to her, with a sudden urge to be under her touch, to have her inside of you.

You want her to do the most unspeakable, filthy things to your body, bringing you enough pleasure to fuck you dumb, until all of your worries are washed away and long gone.

Her. You want her.

So you stand on your knees, taking your time with unclasping your bra and throwing your shirt off the ground, long hair flowing gracefully as you move, cascading down your hips. It’s only once you’re done that you speak, long after letting her watch as you make a show out of the small act.

“I want you to pleasure me.” You say, with a voice just as lustrous as hers. “I’m sure you’ve been spoiled enough in sex. Prove it to me, then. And if you’re good enough, maybe I’ll satisfy you, too.”

She smiles, exposing her canine teeth as she watches you crawl to her. Within seconds, you’re between her legs, her mouth hot and wet on your clavicle — then wasting no time to go to your breasts, as she kisses and sucks on your skin. Making sure to bruise, to mark her presence. Territorial.

“Your wish is my command, angel of mine.” She murmurs, breath warm on your skin.

Ryujin’s taste is bitter, much like poison. Still, her lips are addicting, and it’s easy to lose yourself in between the sultry kisses you share. Your skin, your insides — you’re on fire, so turned on it burns.

Her hands, skilled and lithe, wander through your body, squeezing and groping as she pleases. Such a tease, she is. You can easily tell how delighted she is to be able to take her time, caressing the insides of your thighs as you huff, impatient. She’s so close, yet so far from where you need her. Your cunt aches, sticky and needy for something, anything.

Yearning for release after such a stressful day, you feel your body trembling with anticipation. Soon enough, you’re under her, both of your clothes long thrown on the ground. It’s hard not to blush with how she’s looking at your naked body, licking her lips as she spits, a long trail of saliva going from her fingers to your wet cunt.

You need more of her. Desperately.

Tugging her hair, you let out a loud whine. “You’re so mean, Ryujin.”

“I am.” Her answer comes immediately, as she lowers her body until her mouth is close to your pussy. She brushes the hair away from her face, eyes still heavily focused on your dripping cunt. Ryujin cups your ass, one of your legs resting on her shoulder as she brings your sex as close to her face as possible. Her eyes are starstruck, long-lost in your body as she parts your folds before giving your cunt a messy, wet kiss.

Her actions are more than enough to turn you into a withering mess: her mouth is everywhere, working her way inside of your walls with such vigor you feel so full, your troubled thoughts long forgotten. She works wonders, her tongue teasing your entrance and alternating between lapping on your clit, circling your hardened bud as you moan, squirming almost desperately. You’ve never been this sensible, yet Ryujin reverberates all of her actions through your body harder than usual — even the mere brush of her fingers has her holding your thighs firmly, to keep you from moving so much and closing your legs away.

Incoherent words leave your mouth so fast that you’d be ashamed if you were able to think about anything. Your long nails scratch her bare back in random patterns, leaving her skin so red you close your hands in a sudden wave of consciousness, shy as you bring them to your chest.

She stops too, ignoring your whines as she looks up to you with a serious face, her mouth swollen and glistening with your juices. “If you stop, I’ll stop.” She grabs your hands, placing them on her once again. It’s so sweet, somehow delicate how she handles you, much different from the way she acts with anyone else. “Don’t hold yourself back.”

You nod, gulping. She has two of her fingers aligned with your slit, spreading your juices through your pussy with that little smug smile of hers before easing them inside. They slide in easily, the gushing sounds filling the room along with your voice. “Ryujin… oh f-fuck!”

“Touch your nipples.” Ryujin commands, mouth closing against your clit once again. She licks and applies a weak suction, not yet enough to overstimulate you. You’re long gone, though, incapable of forming any thoughts on your pretty head, let alone following any commands. She knows it, which is the reason her hands grope your tits with strength, massaging. “You’re sensitive, angel. Touch them for me, will you?”

It seems to work, this time. You mumble a response to her patient tone, hands going straight to your nipples as you cup your breasts. They weren’t exactly big, but certainly not small either. If you squeezed them tightly — as you were currently, doing, you could fit them in your hands. Biting your lip, you flick your thumbs through the hardened buds, circling your areolas as your fingers twist and pinch your nipples.

The action sends a shock of electricity through your body, and you throw your head back in pleasure.

“Good girl, Y/n. God, your tits are so pretty. You look so pretty like this, doing so good for me.” You barely register her words, although it doesn’t seem necessary; if anything, Ryujin seems to be speaking to herself. She lifts her head, fingers thrusting in even deeper as she judges the bruises on your hips with hard eyes. Her voice is different, too, serious as she adds, “Must’ve been a tough day, hm? You’re all bruised, my love. And I haven’t given you any of these.”

“Something like that, I guess.” You murmur, closing your eyes to focus on how good she is making you feel.

She kisses each one of your bruises with delicacy, looking somehow annoyed. Her brows are furrowed, and her lips are pouty, making it easy to tell she’s lost in thought. Because of her reaction, you lift her chin, cocking your head to the sides as you try to figure her out. It seems to wake her up from her trance, instead. Ryujin takes your fingers and sucks, staring at you while her tongue wets your index and thumb just as she was doing to your pussy, moments prior.

This girl’s going to be the death of you.

Her attention returns to your cunt, swollen and red, as she fastens the thrusts on your slit. It hits deep, each movement bringing you closer to the orgasm you ache for. A third finger is added, then, and you feel yourself close to the edge. Ryujin must’ve felt your muscles clenching, too, since she’s quick to give your clit one last, deep suck.

It feels like there’s no air left in the room. The pleasure that was building up in your lower abdomen explodes, with violent waves of pleasure erupting and giving you the best sensation you’ve ever felt. It’s ecstatic, as if thousands of fireworks live in every little space of your body. You feel spectacular, but more than that, you feel alive. With a high cry, you cum, Ryujin’s fingers still working their way inside, helping you ride out from your orgasm. She’s careful to not touch your clit, just staring at your fucked out face as your chest moves rapidly, trying to even your breathing.

After a few minutes, you squirm, expecting her to distance herself and stop touching your cunt.

It’s not what happens, though — in a blink, she’s all over you, working her way up your body with wet kisses until your lips meet once again in a messy kiss.

“You’re relaxed now, right?” She says, sucking on your lower lip. “And you were so perfect, angel. It’s my turn. Can you give me one more? Do you think you can do it for me?”

Suddenly, you’re all hot again, as her fingers thrust into you deeper and deeper. You’re dizzy, more than happy to drink on her and let her drive you into pleasure as she says so.

“R-ryujin…” You chant her name, clinging to the girl.

It doesn’t take you long to cum, this time. The orgasm that drags through your body is strong but slow, leaving you full in more ways than you’ll ever be able to describe.

“So good.” She says, hands tight on your waist and caressing your abdomen, with no rush at all. “You’re doing so good, Y/n.”

Your cunt feels empty without her fingers inside, pussy swollen and pleased. Even though she’s right by your side, you miss her, reaching out for her touches. She’s more than eager to comply, holding you close as she kisses the top of your head, brushing the long strands of hair away from your face.

The two of you stay like that, wrapped up in a warm bubble that has you completely in peace. Your muscles relax, and you feel the tiredness in your bones, pleading for sleep. It’s easy to get lost in Ryujin’s arms, forgetting your duties and obligations until your mind is filled with her.

Just as quickly, you’re thrown back into reality by the doorknob — it’s forced from the outside, although the door doesn’t move, thankfully locked. It’s most likely someone drunk, searching for a place to have fun with someone, but the action is enough for you to remember the reason you’ve attended such a party: an energetic girl with dark hair and the worst sense of humor you’ve ever seen, who was probably worried sick about you and cursing your entire existence.

With that in mind, you get up, grabbing your dispersed clothes on the floor and putting them on. Ryujin’s stare is attentive, following your every move. She’s still comfortable in her bed, not bothering to cover herself as she reaches out for the blunt on her nightstand.

“You can stay, if you’d like.” Her voice has a special effect on you. It makes your body relax instantly, and you breathe in. “Enjoy the quietude. There’s no need to run away.”

“I’m not running away.” You frown, somehow bothered that she thinks so. Grunting, you clarify, “I’d like to… hum, continue this. But my friend’s been waiting for long now. She must be going crazy, thinking I’ve been kidnapped or something. I have to take care of her.”

“Why so?” There it is. That smirk, the air of superiority that adds to Ryujin’s strong façade. It’s almost as if she’s mocking you, playing with her words. “Is she a child? Or just so stupid she can’t take care of herself…”

Your face reddens, and you finish tying your shoes just as quickly as you turn to her, both hands gripping her bed frame so you’re able to jerk your body forward. “Chaeryeong’s not stupid. Watch your fucking mouth.”

People could say anything they wanted about you. In fact, they already did — ever since you were little and your mother had left, people judged and made assumptions about your life. It was impossible not to be a target, with a family like yours, handling the business that you do. It did hurt, at the beginning, but you’ve eventually figured it out: people talked about everyone, and you weren’t special. They were so miserable and uninteresting that they’d criticize every single little thing, no matter how invisible you tried to be. It’s just how they were.

However, any words directed at your best friend are enough for you to get into messy fights. No one was allowed to talk shit about her. Not cheerful, bright Chaeryeong, who had the biggest, cutest smile and the purest intentions in her heart. You’d never allow it.

Seeing how serious you were, Ryujin’s smile dropped. She tapped her blunt in the ashtray, careful to not let the dust spill. “You’re right, she’s not. I apologize.” Although she doesn’t look sorry at all. It’s as if everything is a big joke to her; which, with such a lavish house, you know it most likely is.

Rich people are always assholes.

Humming, you roll your eyes as you try to fix your hair, failing terribly. It’s still as wild as ever, stubbornly fighting your fingers when you run your hands through its entire length, in attempts of detangling something. The subject’s been brushed off when she speaks again, breaking the silence without any awkwardness. “Yeji is keeping an eye on her, anyway. So you don’t need to fry your neurons and die of preoccupation.”

It’s awkward — you’re awkward, meanwhile, the girl looks completely at ease as she takes another hold of smoke into her lungs, naked in all her glory. God, she’s so hot; her muscles are defined, and she’s simply beautiful, like a fallen angel. It takes all of you to not fall down on your knees immediately, begging to eat her out and make her scream in pleasure like she’s done to you. But you’re also tired, and you really need to let your friend know you’re alive and well. There’s nothing more that you hate than being a bother, so you can’t let her alone, wondering if you’ve forgotten about her presence.

“You really are good.” You stare at your hands, letting out a faint giggle. It’s amazing how suddenly shy you are, given how you were begging just minutes prior. “A good fuck, I mean. You are.” In a blink, you’re by the door, gripping the doorknob with an unnecessary amount of strength. “I hope to return the favor, someday.”

“Someday.” She says, tone enigmatic as ever. You’ve noticed she’s annoyingly good at hiding her expressions, always with a bored look on her face. “See you, Y/n.”

You don’t say anything else as you leave the room, losing yourself in the labyrinth of corridors without looking back.

-

Turns out Chaeryeong is still at the same place she was when you left, thankfully. She jumps into your arms as soon as she sees you, sighing in relief. “I’m going to kill you! Where have you been? I looked everywhere!”

You hold her firmly by the waist, her voice a few quarters higher than usual. Chaery might not be tall, but in this drunken state, she’s heavy, nearly dragging both of you to the ground. She laughs uncontrollably, happy to have you by her side once again.

“The bathroom line was too long.” You lie, taking the drink from her hands as you take a sip. It’s strong, provoking a nauseous sensation that you ignore as you swallow it down.

The lie comes naturally, not because you feel like you have to hide what happened from your best friend, but simply because you find yourself too tired to explain. She’s going to make you repeat yourself as soon as she sobers up again, anyway.

She knows it, though. “Liar! You were doing something.” The girl narrows her eyes, a confused expression on her face as she brushes the hair away from your neck. “Where’d you get a new necklac— Y/n! You dirty whore!”

You can’t help but laugh as she examines the hickeys Ryujin left on your skin, mouth opened in a big “O” — slightly pushing her off you. Chaeryeong stumbles, hitting the wall with her shoulders as she tries to gather her balance.

“I’ll tell you about it later, okay? M’ too tired right now.” You promise, not giving her drink back once she reaches out for it.

Chaeryeong doesn’t seem to mind, jumping up and down in excitement. She grabs you by the shoulders, shaking your body with a smile that nearly covers her entire face. “My girl’s getting some game, wow! I’m so happy for you, Y/n! You have no idea. Do you know how many times I wished you got someone? I seriously thought you were going to turn into a nun or something.”

“Hey!” You protest, “I’m not a prude! The last time I had kissed someone was like, last month or something.”

Chaery stops jumping, thankfully. She pays no mind to your grumbling, twirling, and moving along with the blasting music’s rhythm. “Sure, sure. Whatever you say.”

You eye her with narrowed eyes, but she stops all of her movements before you can give her a sneaky response. Her face pales, and she gulps deeply.

“Are you okay, Chaery?” No response. Chaeryeong’s eyes are fixated on the wall behind you, the colorful lights and blasting music from the living room surely doing nothing but overwhelming her even more.

“Yeah.” She looks up, sighing. “Just felt this sudden urge to t—“ The way she covers her mouth is enough of a sign, for you. Acting quickly, you pull her to the gardens, as Chaeryeong tries her best to not jerk her body forward. It’s immediate: she throws up as soon as she finds a bush to lean on, the effects of the alcohol, adrenaline, and visual stimulation from the party getting to her organism.

“I guess you kept your drinking game high while I was busy?” You ask, trying to lighten the mood. It works, you can tell Chaery’s laughing by the way her small shoulders move. She gives you a thumbs up, too, her face still shoved in between the leaves. “Okay. Are you good to be by yourself for a few moments? I’ll get you some water, then I’ll be right back.”

“Sure.” Your friend manages to say, lying down on the grass. Her hair is all messy, and her face remains pale. “I’m fine now, though. 100%.”
“I’m still getting you the water.” You get up from where you were kneeling, too, rushing towards the kitchen entry with hurried steps.

You’re not too worried, though. This wasn’t exactly an unusual situation — sometimes Chaeryeong would drink too much, too fast… sometimes you would. It was a pain in the ass, naturally, and you’d always wake up deeply hungover the next day, but it wasn’t something to be deeply preoccupied with.

Humming to yourself, you open the fridge, in hopes of finding a bottle of fresh water. It was better than going to the bar set in the lively living room and asking for one, anyway. You barely notice a girl standing next to you, handing exactly what you’re looking for. She’s one of Ryujin’s friends, you reckon — her sunset, pin-straight hair compliments her features effortlessly, as her hypnotizing eyes stare at you attentively.

You know a judgmental look when you see one. This one’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

“For your pretty friend.” She says, waiting patiently for you to take the bottle from her hands. You do, still silent, yet your lack of enthusiasm doesn’t scare her away. She keeps babbling, not minding you at all. “I hope she feels better.”

It’s as though she knows something you don’t, and the hidden mockery in the air leaves you uneasy.

“Thanks…” You murmur, playing with the bottle in your hands. Before you brush past her to return to your friend, she adds.

“—Yeji. That’s my name.” Yeji tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, waving you goodbye with feigned innocency. “Bye, Y/n. Make sure Chaeryeong arrives home safely.”

Chaery’s had an eye on her earlier, nearly fucking her from afar while you were in your own world, lost in thoughts. They probably had some fun before you came back to your friend, that’s all.

At least, that’s what you tell yourself as you lean next to Chaeryeong again, trying to ease the knot in your stomach as you give her the plastic bottle.

“Here, don’t drink it all at once.” You say, chuckling as the girl nearly drowns herself in the water, desperate to get rid of the bitter taste in her mouth. “It’s been a long day, Chaeryeong. Let’s go home.”

She gladly takes the hand you offer, groaning as she shakes the remains of grass from her pants. “I had fun, though. Today was a fun day, Y/n. Did you have fun too?”

There’s mischief all over her face, making it impossible for you to feel down. It’s her gift, being able to lift your spirits with her lame jokes and energetic nature.

“Of course, Chaery. I always have fun when I’m with you.” You nod.

Your words please her, and she leans her head against your shoulder as you make your way to the car, side by side.

It’s late, and you’re tired. You’d handle it all in the morning.

-

Despite the weariness that penetrates thick in your bones, you’re punctual as always, doodling in your journal by the counter as the sun fights its way up against the messy fog of the morning. It’s a routine you’ve been doing ever since you were a teenager: going out, partying, and going to so many places until dawn, while still showing up to work at the Diner in the following morning.

You’d get some rest, eventually. For now, the four hours of sleep you had were enough to keep you up, somehow Besides, Saturday mornings are always some of the slowest days at the place, with hardly anyone coming for breakfast. People liked to sleep in, trying to gather all the hours they’ve lost from having to wake up early for work, you guess — which is why the place is empty, no customers to be seen.

There’s a hard slam on the corner, and you lift your eyes to follow the sound. You’re greeted by Rosé: her baby-pink hair is even messier than usual, and her leather jacket seems to be the only thing protecting her from the chilly weather. It does little to ease her, though — Your sister’s shorts expose her legs, dirty and scratched. At least her crop top is thick, the black clothing making her seem even more intimidating. And she smells of smoke, instead of her usual cologne.

“You look like shit.” You’re the first to break the silence, as your eyes return to your sketch. It’s not an easy thing to do, but you try your best to act indifferent to your sister’s piercing stare. “I’m taking you haven’t had any sleep at all.”

She’s fuming, you know that. Somehow, Rosé’s cold attitude is much worse than her red fire. Her quietness scares you, as it should. It’s never a good sign.

“Have you ever been anything other than useless, all your life?” She spits, and her words hurt, no matter how long you’ve mentally prepared yourself to have that talk, ever since you left the warehouse. “I asked you to do one thing, Y/n. One fucking thing, and you managed to fuck it all up! God, you’re such a failure.”

Your mouth is dry, all of your courage going down the drain as you stare at the woman in front of you. Suddenly, you’re a little kid again, playing your part as Rosé’s little doll so you’d receive a smile, a praise, anything from her. You’d do anything to get her to acknowledge you, having to fight for her attention like everyone else.

But not anymore.

She hits the counter again, visibly enraged. You shove your finger at her chest, fighting back before she destroys you with her words — like she’s so good at.

“And you’re a fucking liar! Fuck you, Rosé. You fucking lied to me, saying we’d meet Wendy because you knew damn well I’d say no to dealing with Jinsoul. And you know what? I was fucking right!” Saying the words out loud is enough to give you courage. When you speak again, your tone is low, sharp like she’d taught you. “We could’ve gotten seriously hurt out there, Rosé. And you were fully aware of that when you sent us into that fucking trap! You’re in no position to demand anything.”

Rosé runs her hands through her hair, and you can tell she’s exhausted, too. She’s always hidden things from you, so it’s impossible to know what’s going on in her life. Although you can’t bring yourself to care, anymore.

“We need that money, Y/n!” She shouts, exasperated. If her stare could burn, you’d be long dead. “How do you think things work, huh? Who do you think is paying for that fancy college of yours — our house, the food we eat every day? It’s me! I provide for us, with that dirty money you hate so much. So wake up! Fucking idiot. Stop being such a burden and help, for once.”

You know it’s true. Even though your father is supposedly the one in charge, Rosé is the true leader. Needless to say, you’re grateful for all of those things.

Which doesn’t make Rosé any less of an asshole.

“You’re a shit sister.” You lean on the chair, your icy tone placing a blunt contrast to her fiery screams. “And an absolutely horrible person. I despise you.”

A flash of hurt passes through Rosé’s arms, so fast you wonder if you’ve imagined it. But as fast as it happens, it’s over with. Instantly, her defenses are up again, and your sister looks down on you, rolling her eyes as she crosses her arms in the middle of her chest.

“You’re tiring me.” She huffs, her tone making it clear she is done with the conversation. Rosé leans on the counter and shoves your shoulders on a punch before storming away, slamming the entry door loudly. “I’m going out, to clean the mess you’ve made. Like always.”

Tears start to cloud your vision as you watch her hop on her car, the roaming of the engines making her feelings clear enough for anyone to understand. She’s an asshole, you know it; but it’s hard to not be upset by her lack of care towards you. You long for her approval and affection, getting anything other than that is enough to leave you deeply hurt.

It’s frustrating, to feel like that over such a shitty situation. You don’t even know if the tears you shed come from sadness or from anger, as you brush them away from your face.

A lithe figure hits the window to grab your attention, and you’re deeply surprised to see Ryujin barging in, walking towards you in confident steps. She chooses the table closest to you, resting her arms over the chairs next to hers.

“Good morning, Y/n.” She says, completely comfortable.

“Morning.” You can’t help but frown, confused. At least her presence offers enough of a distraction from your actual problems. “What are you doing here, Ryujin?”

Ryujin smiles, her eyes small and dazed, so pretty it should be a crime. The rays of weak sunlight brighten her face, making her seem almost innocent. Much different from the night prior. “I heard this place had great food, so I came to check. I woke up pretty hungry, you know.”

“Sure.” You hum, eyeing her suspiciously.

“I’ll have some waffles, pancakes, and coffee. Black, and with no sugar, please.” She says, after looking at the menu. You nod, making your way to the kitchen as quickly as possible, in hopes of escaping her intense stares.

It’s unsettling, how you’re able to feel her gaze burning holes on your back. The sensation takes you back to the night prior, a tingling sensation looking for a place in your core. You push it away, opening the double doors of the cooking area.

“Yoona unnie?” You look for the woman, watching her put her phone down to pay you attention. Smiling, you hand her a small note. “We have a customer.”

“Oh, so early! No one comes on Saturdays.” She mumbles, peeking out behind you to spot Ryujin, who stares at the road in boredom. “I’ll prepare it quickly. Meanwhile, you can go entertain her.”

You laugh at Yoona’s suggestion, shaking your head. “I’d rather wait here, with you.”

Yoona’s face turns serious, as she points at you. “No one is allowed in the kitchen while I cook. Goodbye, Y/n.” You grumble, having no choice but to go back to Ryujin while the woman pushes you out the doors.

Having coffee without any sugar is a trait reserved for psychopaths, which you think suits Ryujin well. You pour her drink in your favorite mug, before returning to her table.

“I thought you also cooked.” The raven-haired girl stands when you approach, promptly pulling the chair in front of herself.

She gestures for you to sit, and you frown, ready to argue that you are still working. The knowing look she gives you is enough to make you sit down, obedient.

“I can’t cook to save my life.” You explain, giggling to cover the shame of having to admit such a fact. “Yoona does it effortlessly, though. Her pastries are the best.”

Ryujin nods, scrunching her nose as she looks around. “And where’s your friend, may I ask?” Her smirk turns playful, pointy canines exposed at you. “Are you not taking care of her right now?”

“She’s not a child, right? She can take care of herself.” Although you play along in her game — repeating what she’d told you the day prior, you’re also quick to add. “Besides, she’s sleeping right now. Chaery always sleeps until late after a party.”

“Lucky her.” Ryujin whistles, and you agree. You wish you could sleep like your best friend, too. Not only did Chaeryeong often sleep until late at noon, but she’s also the heaviest sleeper you’ve ever met, unlike yourself. You envy her ability to sleep through literally anything possible.

Yoona calls for you to get Ryujin’s order, which you quickly do. The dishes look impeccable once you place them on the table. Yoona never misses.

It wasn’t rare to have customers who came by themselves, with the desire to have a moment of peace and enjoy their meals. With that in mind, you motion to leave, leaving Ryujin alone to do just that. She surprises you by grabbing your hand, ever so gently.

“This one’s for you, actually.” She pushes the pancake plate in your direction, hand still holding on to yours. Her fingers trace gentle circles in your palm. “Would mind joining me? I hate to eat alone.”

Leaving you without words is, apparently, one of Ryujin’s many talents. Once again, you feel drawn to her, incapable of saying no. It’s something in her eyes, you suppose; the way she stares at you, attentive, from the moment you first met each other. She acknowledges every little detail about you, and most importantly, she listens. You didn’t know someone could understand you entirely like that — it’s both thrilling and scary, to know you’re so aligned.

“I don’t really have a choice, do I?” You murmur, and she shakes her head, in a clear sign that you don’t.

The two of you eat, soon engaged in lively conversation. It’s a pleasant surprise, to know Ryujin is much more than a pretty, intimidating face: she’s smart, funny, and very attentive. You both enjoy the same books, and she’s respectful and mindful when sharing her perspective about topics you disagree on. Time flies, and you find yourself comfortable in her presence.

Getting you to talk about yourself is difficult — even Chaeryeong has to ask repeatedly to get information from you. You just can’t help it: being raised to be a discreet, private person has created the habit of bottling up your emotions, and hiding things until you couldn’t handle them anymore.

However, the words flow freely with Ryujin. You want to share about your life, your hobbies, the people you love… it’s just somewhat easy when it comes to her.

And she doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest. Far from that, Ryujin drinks from you: acknowledging every little detail about yourself, enchanted and marveled.

You barely notice how quickly you’ve eaten breakfast, not even a small bite left. Ryujin is surprised, too, to not have noticed either. You’ve distracted her and knocked down her defenses without even meaning to do so.

“Okay, so I might’ve come here with a purpose…” She says, and you shake your head. Of course, she did. “In my defense, I found this on my bedside table, a little after you left, and it looked pretty fancy to just keep to myself.”

In her hands, there’s a cross necklace, shining in bright silver. Your fingers go to your neck unconsciously, in hopes of touching the one you kept with yourself at all times — only to hold on to the air, instead. You grasp, bile bundling up in your stomach at the thought of the hours you’ve spent without your precious necklace.

As soon as you reach out for it, Ryujin holds the jewelry away from your hands.

“May I?” She unclasps the lock, gesturing to where it should be rested.

You nod, eager to have your necklace back. Holding your hair away from your face, you turn around, waiting for her. Her breath is hot on the back of your neck, and for a moment, you think she might kiss you. Instead, she takes a step back, a proud look on her face as she runs her thumb against the bruises on your collarbone. “There. All done, angel.”

“Thank you.” The words that leave your mouth are sincere, and you can’t muster how grateful you truly are. “I… Thank you, really. This is so important to me. How can I repay you?”

No matter how much you might hate Rosé at the current moment, that necklace means everything to you. It reminds you of a time when things were less complicated. When you were too young to understand what was truly going on in your life, lost in the innocence of childhood.

“Don’t worry about it.” Ryujin brushes it off, getting up quickly. She drops some money on the table, definitely much more than what she’s ordered. “We’ll see each other soon. Bye, Y/n. You look beautiful, by the way.”

Just as fast as she appeared, Ryujin’s gone. Leaving you to wonder what’s underneath all that mysterious façade, you go back to your chores, unable to brush the raven-haired girl off from your thoughts.

—

Rosé’s been having one hell of a week. Weeks, or even a month.

As if dealing with her family’s business wasn’t enough, with people constantly waiting for an opportunity to betray her and plan their downfall, this new gang that’s been stealing all her clients and supplies has been pissing her off in ways she didn’t deem possible. And now, she has your stupid feelings to worry about. God, you’re so damn sensitive it drives her crazy.

“Rosie?” Lisa’s voice reminds the woman she’s in the middle of a meeting — one she called herself. “What’s going on? You’ve been distracted ever since you walked through the door.”

“Yeah. This fucking sucks, but don’t fret too much. It’s not like we’ve not dealt with situations like those before. Those bitches will get what they deserve.” Jisoo says, in an attempt to soothe Rosé’s nerves. Her tone is excited — perhaps too much.

She’s always been a little masochist.

They’re right, which only makes Rosé more frustrated. She should be planning her revenge, not pouting over a stupid fight.

“I know, it’s just—“ She sighs. “Never mind. Let’s get this over with.”

They all nod, chatting vividly, but Rosé’s phone lights up before she’s able to join the conversation. There’s a message from an unknown number, which is unusual.

The content of it is what unsettles her the most. Her mouth dries and the air runs from her lungs as she stares at the image sent — A picture of you, boobs covered by someone’s arms and bare waist filled with bruises.

The message under it says Thank you for the guns and the snack. I’ll make sure to come back for more, later.

It doesn’t have a slight indication of who sent it, but Rosé doesn’t need a confirmation. She knows exactly who did.

“Jennie!” She screams, even though the girl is not far away from herself, sitting by the long table in the dining room. “Grab the stuff immediately. We’ll do this in my house, instead.” And so she turns, barging orders as she goes.

No one’s going to use her little sister as bait and live.

This newcomer might’ve had a few strikes of beginner's luck, but Rosé’s patience had run thin. She wouldn’t tolerate any insolences anymore, no.

She’ll have Ryujin’s head.

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Better put that mouth to use

You were feeling mischievous, devious, and fairly bratty.

You pulled up your knee high boots. You smoothed down your mini skirt. You fixed your bodice. You looked delectable and were ready for some trouble.

You smirked to yourself as you left your room. Natasha was taking you clubbing and told you to look your best. She promised you would see Steve there tonight, she seemed to have convinced him to let loose.

Natasha slid her arm around you and gave a small squeeze. “Hey sexy lady.”

She then leaned in closer to you and whispered into your ear. “Even the captain is excited.”

She shot a discreet look towards Steve’s pants. She quickly looked back up though and gave you a wink.

You on the other hand we’re distracted by the bulge that greeted you. His boner pressed against his pants, threatening to break the zipper. Steve moved his hands to cover the bulge and you smirked.

You sauntered over towards him and oh so accidentally fell into his chest. He had to lift his hands to catch you, leaving his lower half exposed.

He turned red as your leg made contact with his boner. You leaned your lips in towards his ear.

“Your little friend seems excited to see me.”

Steve gulped as he set you back down. He quickly turned away as red crept up his neck to his ears.

Natasha laughed as she ushered for you two to come join the others in the limos. She gave you a wink as she got in the first one, leaving you and Steve in the last one.

Steve carefully entered the vehicle and discretely tried to adjust himself. Sam just laughed when he saw there were no more room in the car.

Steve’s pulse picked up as he realized the situation. Before he could even stop himself he spurted out: “you can sit here, Y/N.”

He slowly patted his lap as you giggled. Carefully you climbed onto his lap. You felt Steve tense up beneath you, but he didn’t ask you to move.

“Stevie,” you put a hand on his chest, letting your polished nails gently scratch, “will you dance with me tonight?”

He nodded a little making you smile. “Good, because I’m ready to play.”

The car slowly came to a stop as you guys reached the club. Everyone got out but Steve held you to his lap preventing you from leaving.

His breath could be felt in your ears “You’ve been causing trouble for me all night. In case you haven’t noticed I can’t go into the club until my problem is taken care of.”

You licked your lips as he turned you around to be straddling him.

“You do things to me, darling. And I think that pretty little mouth can be used for better use.”

He leaned back and spread his arms out on the seat. You slowly dropped to your knees in front of him.

He smirked as you went to undue his pants. He wasn’t wearing boxers so his cock spring free almost immediately.

He was larger than you originally thought. His tip was swollen and had a red hue to it. You brought your hands out and took him in a gentle grip.

Slowly you stroked him as Steve let out a happy groan.

“Come on baby, no teasing. Use those pretty little lips of yours.”

You nodded as you went to take him in your mouth. He slowly slid back and forth letting out a pleasant groan.

Steve went to take your hair in his hand as he quickened his pace. He hit the back of your throat and your eyes started to water.

Lipstick started to smear all over his cock. Steve just chuckled when he saw the mess. “Would you look at that. I bet this makes you all hot and bothered to see your pretty little lips have left me all marked up.”

You nodded as you felt arousal make its way down your body.

Steve’s pace slowed a little as his thrust got sloppier. He let out a loud moan as his seed shot down your throat. His cock twitched as more cum came. You felt it almost spill out of your mouth but Steve pushed it back in.

He carefully tucked himself back into his paints and made his way out the car door. “I’ll see you inside darling. After that dance I might need to repay the favor.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers #steve rogers smut

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫

As the President of his club, Bucky always made sure that he made it home, whether it be for his brother’s, or to just keep his legacy alive one more day. 

But it was not just that anymore, not after he had you as his guiding light — a beacon so bright that he knew he’d be a fool to act reckless, when he knew you were waiting for him back home. 

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✰ Biker!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ✰ Fluff

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ✰ Just a nice, simple call back to the good ol' days of Merry Fuckin' Christmas.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 ✰ @sweetspicybingo Sweetheart Bingo — Heart of Gold — Masterlist ✰ @rookthorne's Merry Buckmas — Masterlist

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It was freezing outside and the coat you wore did little to keep the chill at bay, but you were a woman on a mission — your accomplice, Peter, was by your side. 

You felt invincible, untouchable in your secret, devious scheme.

Until, from across the lot, you heard a loud shout from the clubhouse door, “Not this shit again, Sweets!”

“Fuck,” you spat, dropping the evidence to the ground by your feet in your shock. Tinsel fell from the confines of the canvas tote bag, and you grimaced as the colours of red, gold, and green shone against the stark white of the crisp snow. “Shit.” 

Next to you, Peter spun around, gulping loudly. “It’s Boss,” he hissed. “And–”

You rolled your eyes and turned to face Bucky head on with a defiant set to your jaw. Behind Bucky, Steve was staring between you and Peter, his eyes crinkled from the grin on his lips. 

“Yes, this shit again, Bucky,” you affirmed, staring at him and putting your hands on your hips. “It was fun last year!”

The snow crunched under Bucky’s boots while he strode towards you, his hands behind his back and his face split by a half amused, half exasperated smile. “I know it was, Sweets, but why the fuck are you doin’ the same thing again?”

You blinked, confused. “What do you– It’s the same because I didn’t want to make them unsafe…”

Steve walked around Bucky, his grin growing wider and wider the closer he walked towards his own Harley. “We know,” he said, leaning against the frame of his bike and crossing his ankles. “That’s why we have a surprise for you.”

There was a stunned silence.

“Surprise…?” Your voice wavered with your uncertainty. “What–?”

Bucky pulled his arms out from behind his back, revealing spools of Christmas lights. “Here, sweetheart.” He offered them to you, a bright smile now tugging at the corner of his lips. “So you can light my way.”

You gasped and choked on the sharp inhale of air, absolutely gobsmacked at his willingness for this to happen not only once, but twice. “Oh– Really? I get to–?”

“Yeah, you really do,” Bucky said softly, and he pushed the lights into your hesitant hands. “Have at it, and I expect it to be done before I head out for a meet up later—I expect my baby to be lookin’ real pretty so I can show her off.”

Never before had you put so much effort into decorating anything, not to the calibre that you tied, looped, and hung the lights and tinsel on their bikes — especially Bucky’s, who’s chariot sported gold tinsel to match the accents throughout the body of it. 

And you watched on, gleeful and animated, as Bucky and Steve came out into the lot an hour later, wearing black hoodies with their kuttes proudly on display.   

“Holy shit,” Steve laughed, beaming at you. The set of bike keys in his hand jingled as he tucked them into the ignition, starting the Harley with a dull roar. “You outdid yourself, darlin’!”

“I’ll say,” Bucky said, staring at his Indian. “Almost—” He stopped, then looked at you, a playful smirk dancing over his features. “Almost as pretty as my baby girl, the light of my life; my beacon home.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes drabble #rookthorne's works

[avatarmerida]

Truth or Dare

Quick little Drabble where the Labyrinth brothers bond about how much they want Hunter to date Willow

—-

“Okay truth or dare?” Gus asked.

“Uhhh truth?” Said Hunter, knowing how creative and dangerous Gus’s dares tended to be.

“Okaaaaay,” said Gus, his face summoning a devious grin. Hunter gulped, he had also forgotten how creative and dangerous Gus’s truths tended to be. How had he roped him into playing this game again? “Hmmm, tell me something you’ve never told anyone else!”

“Uh, well I tell Flapjack everything so I don’t have anything that really falls under that category,” said Hunter with a shrug, giving the little bird a gentle pat. He was relieved the specifications took the Grimwalker secret out of the running.

“Okay then, tell me something you’ve only told Flapjack!”

Flapjack happily chirped a suggestion which made Hunter scrunch his face and turned his ears red. Gus was instantly intrigued.

“Um, I dunno about that one buddy,” said Hunter nervously. “I don’t think Gus wants to hear about that haha!”

“Yes I do! Yes I do!” Gus bounced eagerly on the couch. “Tell me what Flapjack said!”

“You keep changing the conditions of the truth and I feel like that’s not allowed...” said Hunter.

“Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!”

“Okay, okay fine!” Hunter gave in with a light groan. The secret wasn’t really embarrassing, it was something more delicate than that. “When we were still in the demon realm before... a lot of stuff happened... I had decided that I was gonna ask Willow out... on a date... to go on a date... with me.”

Gus let out a gasp so loud Hunter was worried he’d wake the whole house. “You have a crush on Willow?!” The boy exclaimed with wide bright eyes.

“Did I just tell you two secrets?” Hunter asked between clenched teeth.

“Nah man, I already knew that one.” Gus assured. Hunter didn’t know how to feel about that, either Gus was very perceptive or Hunter wasn’t as aloof as he thought. “But wait, why haven’t you? We’ve been here for months, you’ve had plenty of chances.”

“I know, but I can’t until...”

“Until what? Are you waiting for the cherry blossom to come back in season so they can fall dramatically behind you as you confess your love to her?” Gus teased with a kissy face.

“...until I get approval from her dads,” Hunter finished simply even thought Gus’ suggestion had also crossed his mind. Hunter knew mentioning family back in the Isles was still a delicate subject.

“Aw dude, that’s really sweet but you don’t need their permission to ask her out.” Gus assured.

“Well, all the books I’ve read would highly disagree.” Hunter said smugly.

“You researched this?”

“Of course,” said Hunter. “I’ve never done it before so I wanna make sure I do it right. I know it’s Willow’s decision and they can’t make her say anything but they mean a lot to her and I’d feel better if they liked me before I tried to become a bigger part of her life, that’s all.”

“Hmm what if they like you and she still says no?”

Hunter face sunk. “Why would you say that?”

Gus giggled. “What if they say no? What would you do then?”

“Well, I’d ask for their honest feedback and take notes on how I can improve,” Hunter stated. “I mean, I’d imagine their standards are high. But they must be used to it by now, I’m sure Willow has had many suitors.”

“Suitors?”

“Is that not... what people call them still?”

“Not in this century dude.”

“Oh,” said Hunter quietly, furrowing his brow as he thought. “Maybe that book was a little outdated.”

“Maybe a little,” Gus chuckled in agreement. “But I think it’s sweet you care what her dads think. Willow would think it’s sweet too.”

Hunter smiled faintly at the suggestion would find anything about him sweet. “Yeah well, like I said I decided that I was gonna do it but I’m not sure how long the process would take,” said Hunter. “She’s so...” Hunter couldn’t even finish his sentence, he couldn’t pick only a few words to describe Willow. He chuckled at his own speechlessness. “I probably would’ve chickened out anyway.”

“Well, now you don’t have that option,” said Gus. “Now that I’m in on the secret, I’m gonna make sure you follow through. You already have my approval, and I think that’s a lot harder to acquire than her dads’; I’m way pickier.”

“Aw thanks,” said Hunter genuinely trying not to tear up. “That... actually means a lot to me. Heh, I guess I do tend to overcompicate things a little huh?”

“Yeah, but that’s only ‘cause you care a lot,” said Gus. “Willow deserves to be with someone who cares a lot. She also cares a lot.”

“Hmm, yeah she does,” agreed a Hunter softly, it was one of many qualities he admired in the plant witch.

“Hey, wait; what if Willow wanted to ask you out?” Gus asked.

“Oh, what? Pssh, I don’t think she’d ask me out, I mean she totally could I wouldn’t mind I mean I definitely wouldn’t say no but I mean.. uh... why? Did she... say something?”

“No, well maybe actually, but no my point is: if she wanted to ask you out and follow the same rules, who would she need to get permission from?”

“Oh,” Hunter said, understanding Gus’ point. “Hmm, well she’d have to approach my guardian which would technically be... not an option right now because he’s evil?” Hunter put his fist under he chin as he pondered.

“What about Darius?”

“I guess? I don’t think Darius would care. I mean, he would, but I think he would find it silly,” said Hunter. “Or he might try to talk her out of it to mess with me. Actually no, don’t send her to Darius; it’s too risky.”

“Right, right,” laughed Gus, loving how invested a Hunter was in the hypothetical. “What about me?”

“I’m older than you,” said Hunter with a laugh, before his face turned serious. “Why? Did she ask you for permission?”

“As if Willow would ask my permission for anything,” scoffed Gus, the very notion hilarious. She hadn’t asked for Gus’ permission no, but she had asked his advice. But Gus would save that information for later. “What about Camila? She’s a pretty good guardian.”

“Yeah,” Hunter instantly agreed. “She would be a great guardian! I would trust her to make the right call. So I- wait, why were we talking about this again?”

“No reason, just planning my next dare,” said Gus slyly. “I’ve always been a pro at locating technicalities and loopholes.”

“Gus,” said Hunter sternly, cautiously rising up from his sleeping bag. “Did Willow say something? Are you planing something? Why are you-.”

Gus jumped up, shedding his blankets as he ran full speed up the stairs. Hunter took off after him but the smaller boy was too quick.

“Camila! Camila!” Gus yelled as he nearly tripped over his own feet before saying the next part quieter in order to tease Hunter. “I need you to give Willow permission to date Hunter!”

“Gus! Shhhh!”

“Willow!” He yelled. “Do you wanna play truth or dare?!”

#huntlow #winter toh #Hunter toh #gus porter #willow park #toh #the owl house

[blueicequeen19]

will u do a pt.2 for hide n seek pleaseeee

Hide & Seek Pt. 2

Warnings: primal kink, unprotected sex, threats of violence

The deeper I got into the woods, the closer the tree limbs seemed to get. I tripped and fell more times than I could count. I couldn’t catch my breath or stop the amount of sound I was making.

They were going to catch me. Who did I want to catch me? Would I be okay with only one of them? They both offered me such different things.

I trip again as the brush grows thicker, falling on my hands and knees with a wince. I hesitate as I try to listen for their footsteps. The chase had fire running in my veins. I wanted to be caught. I wanted to be claimed roughly on the hard ground. I wanted to be made to scream while the other was forced to watch. My entire body shudders with the thought.

I trip again as the brush grows thicker, falling on my hands and knees with a wince. I hesitate as I try to listen for their footsteps. The chase had fire running in my veins. I wanted to be caught. I wanted to be claimed roughly on the hard ground. I wanted to be made to scream while the other was forced to watch. My entire body shudders with the thought.

I get to my feet and turn to run when I slam into a solid wall of muscle. I stumble backwards but Rafe catches me, startling me.

“Gotcha.” Rafe pulls me in closer, his hand on my ass when I see movement from the corner of my eye and there’s a loud wack. Rafe blinks at me before dropping to the ground at my feet. I gasp, stumbling back as I look at the gun in JJ’s hand.

“You-you hit him!” I squeal but JJ shakes his head with a devious smirk as he steps over Rafe’s body and advances on me.

“He would’ve done the same thing to me.” JJ growls.

“JJ, you cheated.” I pant as he pulls something out of his pockets before turning to stand over Rafe. I watch as he zip ties Rafe’s hands behinds his back. Then his ankles.

“He’ll come after you.” I can barely catch my breath. My heart was racing in my ears. The night Rafe slammed a beer bottle against someone’s head for just flirting with me flashes across my mind. He’d do worse to JJ. He’s always hated him.

“He’s gotta catch me first.” I blink and JJ’s advancing on me now. I turn to run but he grabs me, taking us both to the ground. I struggle against him as he pins me beneath him, his eyes dark and hungry.

“I’m not letting you go. I can’t.” JJ whispers into my ear, his free hand cupping my throat as he kisses me. I can’t help but moan although Rafe is unconscious less than three feet away. JJ was an amazing kisser and I could feel the fight draining from my body just from his lips on mine. I feel him reach between us and unbutton my shorts.

“JJ.” I moan, as he grinds his hard cock against me through his shorts. I loved feeling him on top of me. My toes already starting to curl. He had that much power over me. His kiss alone made me weak and stupid.

“I won’t let him keep you from me and you know he would.” JJ leans back on his heels and yanks my shorts and panties down, the anticipation killing me as his hands leave me long enough to unzip his shorts. I gulp when his cock bobs free, angry and glistening with precum.

“I was okay with sharing because that’s what you wanted and that’s the only way I got to have you.” JJ collapses on top of me again, capturing my lips in a tongue filled kiss as he positions himself between my naked thighs. I was so wet my thighs were slick. My pulse was throbbing in my clit with each nudge of his cock through my slit.

“I won’t share you again.” JJ growls before slamming home, making me cry out as he fills me with one hard thrust. My neck arches as he starts to fuck me hard and fast, the sound of our moans and skin slapping skin quickly filling the night air.

“JJ, fuck.” I pant, my nails biting into his back with every hard thrust. I hear a choked groan and the rustling of leaves and my eyes snap open. I look over to see Rafe stirring. I open my mouth to say something. Anything. But JJ’s hand clamps down over my mouth, getting nose to nose with me as he fucks me.

“You’re done with him. Focus on me.” JJ snarls against his hand, fucking me harder and harder into the dirt. He was so deep it hurt. He was rough and punishing as he claimed me. I could feel him in my stomach.

“Maybank!” I hear Rafe yell, JJs hand still over my mouth. He won’t let me look as our skin slaps together.

“I’ll fucking kill you! You piece of shit!” Rafe shouts. I whimper at his words but I can’t focus on anything else but the way JJ feels inside me. I was close.

“Focus on me. Cum for me, baby.” JJ whispers softly. His skilled fingers find my clit and my body tenses, my orgasm hitting me hard until I see stars and convulse against him as I scream into his hand. It takes a moment for me to come to and I know JJ is seconds away from filling me up as he uses one hand to hold himself up, the other around my throat.

“Say my name.” Thrust.

“JJ.” Thrust.

“Beg me to fill you up.” Thrust.

“Please, fill me up, JJ. Pump me full of your cum so I can feel it dripping out of me later.” I cry.

He cums with a shout, his cock throbbing inside me as he paints my insides white. JJ trembles violently until finally his body stills, pinning me beneath his weight with his face buried in my neck. I shudder as he kisses and licks that spot behind my ear, his cock still hard and buried inside me.

“You’re dead. You hear me? Dead!” It all comes rushing back at Rafe’s words. JJ slips out of me and I scramble to my feet, brushing off the dirt and leaves as I pull my clothes back on. My hair was a mess and I could already feel him leaking into my panties. I’m ready to bolt but JJ catches my arm, fixing me with a warning glare after tucking himself away.

“You’re leaving with me. Don’t make me carry you out of here.” He warns. JJ threads our fingers together as we stand over Rafe’s struggling body. He’s seething as he watches us, his eyes softening a tiny bit when he looks at me.

“Y/N—.”

“Don’t talk to her. That’s over.” JJ kicks Rafe in the ribs and I gasp as Rafe howls in pain then wheezes. JJ releases my hand as he takes out his gun and squats beside Rafe.

“JJ.” I whisper but he doesn’t acknowledge me. The gun dangles in his hand, directly in front of Rafe’s face as he wheezes, trying to catch his breath.

“You come after her and I’ll kill you. I won’t hesitate. Don’t fuck with me, Rafe. You caused this because you were afraid she wouldn’t pick you in the end. Stay away from her.” When Rafe doesn’t answer, JJ presses the gun to his cheek.

“Do you understand?” JJ growls, my body trembling with dread.

“JJ, please.” I bite back tears but neither of them look at me. There’s a long pause before Rafe finally speaks.

“Yes. I understand.” He bites out. JJ nods before tucking the gun back in his waistband and pulling out a knife. I stumble forward but he’s too quick, leaning over to cut the tie around Rafe’s ankles before getting to his feet. I nearly have a heart attack, thinking he was going to stab him.

“Im not a total dick.” JJ shrugs, flashing me a smug grin before reaching down again to pull Rafe’s keys and phone from his pockets. The entire time Rafe doesn’t look at me. It hurts but I know I caused this.

“Call someone if you can.” JJ says, dropping Rafe’s phone next to him on the ground and pocketing his keys.

JJ finally turns to face me and cups my face before kissing me softly. I cup the back of his neck, lifting up on my toes to kiss him back. We break apart and he takes my hand, leading me back to the Range Rover.

I knew this wasn’t over.

#smutwarning #outer banks smut #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fic #jj maybank imagine #obx2 #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x you #jj obx #rudy pankow #dark!rafe cameron #dark!jj maybank #dark!fic #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron smut #blueicequeen19

[lantanasmuttyfanfics]

evil queen x Good king one?

Because there was no specification I hope you don’t mind that it’s smutty.

But none the less I hope you enjoy!!

Anyway I’m sorry for the long wait and I promise that for the other commissioners that their fic is coming out soon 

——————————

People liked thronecoming for different reasons. For some it was to raise their status and fame, for other it was for a fun night, and for people like her it was to create mayhem.

It was the perfect plan that very surprisingly little red riding hood out of all people decided to help with. The evil queen wanted to steal the storybook of legends for the fun of it, little red wanted to steal it for her and her lovers sake.

There were only a handful of people who knew that little red was fucking the big bad wolf and because they were supposed to be enemies if anyone found out that they were dating, who knew what would happen.

So little red’s solution? Steal the story book of legends and replace it with a fake. When the evil queen heard of the girls plans she was quick to elope her in her own schemes.

So here they were now in their dorm as the clock struck 12am. The evil queen had placed a barrier around the room so no one could come in without their permission as they now tried to figure out where to hide the book.

Their original idea of throwing it down the well of wonder was scrapped quickly as the map that was to lead them there had suddenly disappeared.

“What if we store it the dungeons?” The evil queen rolled her eyes as she paced, groaning as her gowns skirt got stuck under a lose floorboard.

“The dungeon? Red seriously someone is going to find it in a snap.” She sighed as he tugged again at her gowns skirt that wouldn’t release.

Red peaked at the clock that was ticking by ever so slowly. “Well we have to hurry up. The guys will be here soon to pick us up.” The evil queen despite herself felt warmth fill her as she thought of him.

“Oh curse this stupid fucking floorboard!” She raised a hand and blasted the floor so roughly that the board flew of.

As it did both girls gasped as they saw the empty compartment like space in there. Smirking she turned to look at Red who was starting to sweat with anxiety.

“Oh this was a bad idea. What was I thinking it’s not like I can ever get the happily ever after I want.” The evil queen paused and turned to look at her roommate.

She kneeled down and put a hand on the book, “but you can. Just give me the book and I’ll put it in that compartment and cast a spell so it’s concealed in the floor.”

Red was about to answer when a knock on their door rang about. Both girls heads snapped in that direction as the voice of the good king rang out.

“Red? Sweetheart? Are guys still in there.” In her panic Red dropped the book with a loud bang and quickly moved out the way as the evil queen grabbed the book.

“Hello? Girls open the door.” The evil queen sighed and hastily threw the book in the hole before putting the board on top and starting to chant a spell under her breath.

Purple light illuminated the room as the spell fell into place and the floorboard merged into one with the others. “Red! The rug.”

Red quickly started to smooth the rug on top of the floorboard as the evil queen lifted the spell she put on the room and greeted the good king with a devious smile.

“Sorry baby. Red needed a little help with her umm makeup.” To distract him from looking she placed a palm on his chest and ran her pointy nail down his chest.

He shuddered at the feeling and was quick to grab her hips as he cleared his throat. He was gazing at her with such intensity as the evil queen led them inside.

“Oh umm Red- I uhh you know he’s umm looking for you.” He gulped as he tried to focus on his words while his queen played with the zipper of his pants.

He didn’t notice as Red left without a second look or how the evil queen gave the girl a smirk as she fixed a turned over corner of the rug with her foot.

“You look so good in purple.” She whispered bringing her lips to his ear as his hands tightened on her hips.

And as she looked at him with a seductive siren look in her eyes he felt all blood rush from his head to his dick so quickly that he was lightheaded for a second. “Could say the same thing about you.” The evil queen pretended to swoon as she pushed him roughly on the bed.

“You could. But my mouth would be to preoccupied to thank you.” He raised a brow at her words as she suddenly got on her knees in front of him and started to massage his thighs. Biting his lip, the good king grabbed the bed sheets in a fist as he made an effort not to push her head on him.

But the evil queen grabbed one of his hands and brought his index finger in her mouth, she swirled her tongue and sucked roughly her eyes never leaving his own.

As saliva dribbled down her chin he was quick to wipe it before she pulled his finger out of her mouth and sucked the remaining saliva as she started to fiddle with his zipper. “Just a little preview before the show.”

The good king groaned and threw his head back as one of her nails trailed around the base of his dick as the evil queen pulled his pants down his thighs. Knowing that he was already rock hard she leaned in and placed an open mouthed kiss on his mouth before she pulled his pants the rest of the way.

Without breaking eye contact, she stuck her tongue out and slowly circled the head before pulling him deeper into her mouth. He grunted and bucked his hips, his hands wrapping around her hair as he pushed her head down.

The evil queen let him and felt the head hit the back of her throat, she waved a hand as he tried to push her head again and a whisp of purple smoke grabbed his hands and brought them behind his back. Now that he was restrained and pulled his dick out of her mouth with a pop.

Enjoying his whine as he sweated and looked at her with confused eyes. She only smirked and pushed him down so he was laying down on the bed, the good king let out a surprised yelp before lust clouded his mind watching his girlfriends strip tease him.

She started with the straps of her dress, slowly pulling them down before her breasts popped out of their confines. She didn’t continue tho, instead climbing ontop of him as she grinded with her covered heat on his dick.

He moaned and threw his head back, wishing nothing more then to just grab her. But it seemed she had other plans for him, the evil queen started to grind against him biting her lip to contain the sounds before she planted her hands on his chest and ripped his shirt down the middle, licking her lips at the sight.

“Fuck sweetheart!” She could feel his need pulsing against her with the little jerks his hips gave when she collided down on him. She knew how desperate he was but she was having so much fun teasing the daylights out of him.

With her mind made up she started stripping her dress of again, this time pushing it to her hips and she ran her hands down her chest and stomach. She fondeled with her own breasts letting him hear her pleasure as she peered down at him from ontop letting her eyes glow in the way that drove him mad.

She continued to tease him and fondle with her breasts for a few more minutes before the lust building inside her was becoming to much bare. She needed that release and by looking at the good king he looked like he was about to pop a vein.

Sliding down the rest of her dress, she was now left with only her crown and heels. She was about to take the of when the good king husked out, “keep them on…” he really was going insane just by how fucking hot and delicious his girlfriend looked dressed in nothing but her crown and heels.

Sliding down her hand, she grabbed his underwear tightly before she ripped it of with a wave of her finger. His pants came of soon after and she was left staring at his hard dick that was red and pulsing from lust.

Leaning down she made him look her in the eye before she finally sunk in. They both let out their screams and moans as the evil queen pushed down on his length until she thought she felt him in her stomach.

Graining he attacked her neck with his lips as he sucked at her skin, making sure to leave little bruises behind that he knew she wouldn’t hide. With both the stimulation coming from the good kings sucking at her neck and his dick deep inside her, the evil queen felt this fullness fill her.

It was a very good fullness that she wished would never go away and with how things were playing out she wished she could just cast a spell and keep them like that. But that wouldn’t be very convenient when she was planning world domination.

Bucking up at her, the evil queen jolted and gasped before wrapping a hand around his throat. “Seems someone needs to learn to control themselves…” she licked him from his neck to his chest as she said that enjoying the feeling of him withering under her.

To make sure he couldn’t move she conjured up that purple smoke and wrapped it around his hips effectively pinning him down as she started to roll her hips in an agonizingly slow pace. She wanted to go faster but she also wanted to draw this out for as long as possible. And if she went down on him like she wanted she feared that she wouldn’t last long.

Over the last week she couldn’t have sex with her boyfriend due to… world domination planning reasons and all that pent up sexual frustration was eating away at her as she rocked and grinded on him.

Now with the both of the panting and near out of breath, the evil queen sped up on her grinding and rocking smirking as the veins in the good kings body bulged out. She ran her tongue along one near his throat as she slammed down after nearly retracting entirely.

The good king moaned loudly his hands itching to grab her as he said “don’t… do that. I- I don’t know if I’ll last long like that.” The evil queen chuckled in his ear doing it again and again, moaning as she felt his dick jolt inside her slick heat.

Being near herself she threw her head back and hit her lip as she focused on chasing down that long awaited climax that was just on the tip of falling over the edge. Being distracted by the pleasure, the purple confines around the good kings body started to disappear.

Feeling this he immediately grabbed the evil queens hips and slammed up words smirking himself at the surprise in her voice. She tried to put the confines back in place but the good king held her hips down on him as he slammed up again and again until he felt her tight walls squeeze around him as she came over the edge.

He followed soon after and had to turn his head in the pillow to conceal his groan. They both panted and waited for a while as they regained their breaths before the evil queen pulled out and sat on the edge of the bed fixing her crown.

With a wave of her hand she and the good king were now back to being dressed neatly and their hair tidy but as she turned to look at him she found him near asleep on her bed. Softly rolling her eyes she gently shook him.

“Come on sweetheart! I have a thronecoming to win.”

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Hope you enjoyed this little spice and as always feel free to send me a commission any time for any fandom you want just remember to specify if you want fluff or smut!!

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[holywaterzzz]

Hiiiii

ohhhh my god...

^ looking with bombastic, disrespectful lust

#*loud devious gulp* #clown.txt

[thecameronchronicles]

Permission

TW: Smut. Dom!Drew. Masturbation.

SUMMARY: Your decision to break one of his rules out of desperation has certain consequences…

WORD COUNT: 984

*Requested*

Permission

Not without my permission, or there'll be consequences, baby.

This was the warning that ran through your mind as you lay beside him, heat throbbing in need after being left untouched and desperate far too long. Although it was rare that were left this way, his red eye flight and weeks consumed with a grueling film that left him exhausted, Drew only returned home with a kiss to your forehead before slipping into the bed you’d spent way too many nights alone. And up until this moment, you had obeyed his rule to perfection, no matter how difficult it had been. 

But you wanted to please him as he had done the same to you in every aspect. But as he lay beside you now, adorned in slivers of moonlight complimenting his figure, you were becoming more desperate by the second. However, a most devious thought came across your mind as his hand was set almost in a spotlight at your side. He couldn’t possibly be upset if HE was the one to touch you…right?

So you pulled his hand to your thigh, the warmth of his fingers, although lackluster as he remained asleep, had been the presence you needed as you clenched around him. The small shifts made to the initial contact would still you before you would continue, that desperation far too loud to silence in even your most worried of thoughts. 

The relief of his touch, even though he remained in his slumberland, was directed by your motions as you fought to remain silent. Even if you craved to have his fingers in that curve within you, you knew this would have to suffice to risk waking him up. And so, rather quickly, you climbed to that orgasm by the use of his hand alone, before finally being able to sleep with that wave of satisfaction having allowed you that rest. 

Although a twinge of guilt remained over you that next morning as you sat at the table with your cereal, picking spoonfuls behind your lips while you were otherwise distracted on your phone, you were too at peace in his return home to focus on it for too long. But once he entered the kitchen, moving past you and into the cabinets at your back without as much as a word, you didn’t even notice him until a sudden pressure around your neck sent your eyes widening and a gasp to leave your lips. 

“Do you think I don’t know when you use me to get yourself off, baby?” You swallowed hard as he smirked to the nervous gulp, tightening his grip as his lips moved into your ear. 

“I don’t think I ask too much…but ONE thing…Not without my permission…And I’ve VERY disappointed you can’t follow that ONE rule…So you don’t get it sweet this time-” You were taken to your feet and bent over the counter directly behind his back, your pajama bottoms forced to your ankles and his cock between your folds before you could even take a breath. 

“Fuck-”

“You already got off last night, baby-this is for ME…” He embedded himself within you, the absence of his cock from recent weeks quelled by its presence now, seemingly more erotic by the force in which he had taken you-the necessity behind his usual care now altered for this. There was certain to be bruising in your skin from both his grip and the consistent battering of your waist pinned between him and the edge of the counter, as you were a glutton for his form of punishment. 

“So fucking needy….can’t wait….” He spoke in continued disappointment as you nodded. 

Even though you knew you shouldn’t have used him the night before, a part of you wanted him to know-for this very reason. The rough fuck that he seldom excersied as his love for you prevailed above all else. And he wanted to showcase that in your intimate interactions. But now, with that one rule fractured by your carnal desperation, you both favored this treatment. 

“Shit…” He groaned once increasing his speed, his usual stamina weakening to his sole need before he curved over you until his teeth rested on your shoulder. The threat of a bite was exhilarating yet unfounded as he would draw his lips now to your ear, tightening that hold around your neck, and battering inside of you as if in a time crunch. 

“Wanna be a bad girl, huh? Wanna be impatient and break the rules? Then you take your consequence! Take it!” He grunted.

“Fuck! Drew! Don’t stop!” He chuckled before lifting your leg to the counter, allowing himself that deeper penetration and wild bucks granted at this new angle. 

“If you didn’t feel so fucking good, your ass would be too raw to sit…But it’s been too long since I’ve been inside you, so you’re gonna make me come to make up for it. For the distance. For your disobedience. And MAYBE then you’ll come.” You nodded, whining and groaning as he pulled harder onto your hair, building to his crescendo before that release was shot in a coating layer within you. That warmth and his remaining convulsions driving you to broadcast a victorious smile would alter once he withdrew and moved across the kitchen. 

“Drew?”

“Like I said….you got to come last night…I didn’t get to enjoy hearing it or seeing it, like you know I do…so until I decide, you don’t get to come again. Not without my permission.” He gave a teasing smirk before stealing the rest of your cereal and leaving you even more desperate than you were the night before…

Taglist: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets @lovedetlost @trikigirl271 @my-baexht-ls @slut4starkey @slvtherinseeker @obxiskewl @obxxrxfes @bluesongbird @slut-era @ailee-celeste @rafesbae

#drew starkey x reader #drew starkey smut #drewstarkey #drew starkey #obx #outer banks

[scaralvr]

the odd toilet apparition scaramouche x gn!reader (fluffy, suggestive, heavily inspired by the animanga toilet bound hanako-kun)

"scaramouche?~," you said in a sing-song tone; however, no matter how you spoke, your words came out in a trembling form. you gulped hard, tightening the grip on the schoolbag over your shoulder.

were you so desperate for decent grades that you ended up going to the girls' washroom to visit a supposed ghost who could grant wishes?

yes, apparently so.

hesitant, you walked further into the washroom, the only source of light peeking through a window across you, following rows of sinks against the wall and stalls opposed to them. you met the door of the third stall with a frightening determination.

raising your fist to knock three times, almost instantly did you back away. "scaramouche-" a pause. "are you present?" you asked softly, beginning to regret messing with sacred spirits so foolishly.

you screwed your eyelids closed, hearing the door slowly open. you opened one eye before the other, only for your gaze to meet an empty stall. taking a deep inhale and letting it out in relief, you smiled nervously.

"i knew it wasn't real. you can never really trust what hu tao says anyway..." you happily adjusted your bag over your shoulder and were bound to leave.

"did you summon me?"

you froze on spot. "eh- eh-" you dumbfoundedly stammered before yelping as you turned around and attempted to whack whatever was there with your bag, twice.

you hiccuped when you realized it was no good; apparitions can't come into contact with humans now, can they? you just stood there, awkwardly holding your bag up as some sort of defence.

it's a boy. a boy who looked no older than you, wearing kamome academy's old uniform with short indigo hair that was a little longer in the back and irises that held the same chilling colour. 

he slightly lifted his hat, "now that's no way to greet a new friend, is it?" a devious smile curled at his lips. you slowly put down your bag. "you're scaramouche?"

"who else would i be?" the said male nodded his head, sitting atop one of the sinks.

you wasted no time in complaining, "then aren't you supposed to be a girl!? where's the bob cut and the red skirt!?" you waved your hand around, "th-there's no way you're scaramouche!"

scaramouche scoffed, "well, a 'nice to meet you' would be fine too, i guess. where'd you even learn your manners, lowly scum?" you gawked. 'he's an apparition and i did summon him, so maybe...' you tapped your bottom lip in deep thought.

scaramouche gave you a side glance, "oh? i'm assuming you came here with a wish in mind for me to grant, hm?~"

"of course, i am going to take something of yours as a fair exchange," he remarked, waving his finger. you muttered, "but... i need to make sure of something first."

scaramouche rested his chin in his hands with his elbows against his knees, "go on then, i don't have all day for you."

"are you sure you're not just some perverted ghost who likes hanging out around the girls' toilets?"

scaramouche tensed up. "ok. bye."

you panicked, "WAIT, I DIDN'T MEAN IT, PLEASE JUST COME BACK! I WOULDN'T CARE EITHER WAY!" you pleaded as he had already begun to retreat to the stall he was summoned from. 

scaramouche looked at you from over his shoulder, "then..." he turned around, taking a notepad and pen out of thin air, "alright, tell me your wish and name so i can service you," he demanded, still suspicious of you and your strange aura.

"the name is [y/n] [l/n], a third year in high school!" you announced with a rather odd sensation of anticipation. "and i badly need... good grades." your mood did a one-eighty as you sunk in your spot. 

scaramouche laughed out loud, "wow, you are that pathetic!" you snapped at him, "i have my reasons!" he closed up the notepad, "but, it is your wish and your wish is my job to go along with. so, i'll grant it."

you tilted your head, "ah, really? you're a little simpler than i thought." scaramouche gritted his teeth, "don't question me anymore." you clasped your hands together, "okay, well," 

"how do you grant wishes, scaramouche? do you use some super cool black magic or something?" you asked, glancing at him for an answer with your eyes shining in awe. 

scaramouche looked up at the ceiling, "ah, that. no, but i do have an object that will be prior to your wish." you exclaimed, "really!?"

"yup." he extended his arm forward to give you a book. "this is-" you deadpanned. the book, in question, was a how-to book. "are you... stupid, or something?" you withdrew from his presence and he sighed.

"if you're going to borrow some of my power, you'll need to pay another price." scaramouche tapped his head, "that price, costs much more. and i mean it's a lot for your stupid little human mind to comprehend."

you huffed. it seemed like the longer you talked to him, the more your hopes began to die down. he opened up the book with one hand, "this will work though, no?"

in the end, you finally decided. 'he's an apparition that grants wishes, so sure, he may have a questionably plain method of doing it but he's still going to grant it nonetheless!' you smiled as a new sense of pride had been found.

"hey, dipstick, let's try this one." you whipped your head around to find him comfortably laying down on the window sill, one hand cushioning the back of his head and the other holding up the book.

"quit it with the names, would you!? and aren't apparitions, things like that, supposed to be more intimidating? you're nothing like the other students are saying." you commented out of pure curiosity.

scaramouche narrowed his eyes as his gaze flitted to you. "are you that gullible as to believe those rumours? do you think they even tried to summon me?" he smirked. "though, i can be intimidating, if you want."

you hummed, blankly staring at him for a few moments. "no, thanks. i have a feeling you're just going to act like an angry toddler." you shook your head in response.

the purple-haired apparition threw the book at you, "'YA WANT ME TO GRANT YOUR WISH OR NOT!?" you stepped aside, allowing the book to hit the solid surface of the wall behind you, "right, my bad."

scaramouche pouted and floated over to pick up the book, "as i was saying," he primly dusted off his shoulder, "we're going to try method #69, for a special reason." he teased menacingly.

you side glared at him, "oh..."

© scaralvr.

#[ myst publishes. ] #gender neutral reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x reader #genshin imagines #genshin imagine #genshin fanfic #genshin fanfics #genshin fanfiction #genshin fanfictions #scaramouche #genshin fluff #scaramouche fluff

[covenofthearticulate]

Anon who sent me this ask I hope you’re out there.

“You must hold him tighter.” Armand instructs with one upward flick of his eyes. 

For a moment Louis’s fingers curl around Lestat’s arm, pressing into the marble flesh with unsettling ease, staking their claim the way only another blood drinker could. But he releases his grip just as quickly, pressing a soft, deceptively sweet peck of a kiss against the pink sweat gathering at Lestat’s temple.

“No,” says Louis. “I like to watch him squirm.”

Armand lets out a quiet chuckle, not at Louis’s words, but at the bobbing of Lestat’s Adam’s apple as he gulps down air he doesn’t need. So dramatic.

“You’re a terrible influence.” Louis scolds, eyes locked on the sweet warmth of Armand’s gaze even now as the other leans down to properly cage Lestat between the two of them. 

Armand crawls with feline grace up the bed, makes the pilgrimage across the holy landscape that is the Vampire Lestat, splayed out in front of him. He lays with his full weight  against Lestat’s chest, and he knows it must press on Louis as well, the dense crush of two bodies atop his own. The dark void of his pupils seem to widen in excitement at the feeling. It’s heady, the three of them lying there, skin against ghastly pallid skin. The air is thick with the beat of their three pulses as they lie still for just one moment. Breathe in. Breathe out. 

Here. Still here. 

“He only behaves like this when you are here.” Turning his focus to his maker, Louis tucks a strand of golden hair behind his ear with earth-shattering tenderness. He really is beautiful like this, all flushed cheeks and mussed hair and big glassy blue eyes that remind him of why he traded away the morning sky. He thinks about Lestat like this more often than he’ll ever admit. During the droning court sessions, the never-ending niceities and numbingly shallow conversations with those strange young blood drinkers who travel just to see them, and especially on days like today where the world outside seems a little too loud. 

He needs something to control.

“You bring out the brat in him like no one else, Armand.”

He can see the smile from Armand at the edge of his gaze, proud and all too devious. 

“He likes to show off, this one.” Armand explains, running one hand down Lestat’s arm to settle at the valley of his waist, petting back and forth as Lestat shuffles to look at him.

“Said the pot to the kettle!” He scoffs, which in turn makes Louis crack a smile.

“You’d better watch your tone with me, mon petit prince.” Armand laughs, lips curling up over his fangs to give Lestat just a flash. In one lightning bolt movement he’s got Lestat’s jaw in his hand, locked in place as he lands his next words. “I’m the only one saving you from him.”

A slow exhale leaves through his nose as Lestat recalls the instructions his fledgling had given earlier this evening.

I want to watch him at his most punishing. And I want to watch you need it. This is the order of our configuration this evening. Understood?

Yes, Louis. 

Lestat’s jaw is released and he simply can’t help himself, not when Armand’s lips are right there. It’s a mindless sort of kiss, like he wasn’t quite sure he was going to do it until it happened, like he’s suddenly forgotten how to do it, like he’s mortal again, and drunk. He can’t fucking think straight, trapped here between the two of them. Even now he can feel the sear of Louis’ eyes against the back of his head and it only makes him kiss harder because Armand’s lips are so fucking soft it feels sacrilegious to kiss them, like he’s tainting some sacred work of art. 

SNAP!

It’s the noise of the crop that startles him more than the sting, but still he jerks away on instinct, only to be stuck again, harder and in merciless succession.

“Again,” says Louis, and Armand complies. 

SNAP. 

“Again.”

SNAP.

“Again.”

SNAP.

Faster now.

“Again.” SNAP.

“Again.” SNAP.

“Again.” SNAP.

Deep breath.

“Again.” SNAP. “Again.” SNAP. “Again.” SNAP. “Again.” SNAP.

Silence. 

Louis can smell the adrenaline in his maker’s blood. He’s nearly there. 

It’s an exercise in trust, this agreement. Armand, the expert cipher, who can untangle the mess of thoughts hiding beneath that mane of yellow hair. And Louis the Romantic, who knows his lover’s limits by virtue of carving them out with his two bare hands. 

They move as one; Louis smooths his hand down Lestat’s thigh until he’s met with the thick angry welts, smearing his fingers across the trickling of blood only to offer his hand to Armand. 

Plump lips welcome those fingers with a soft hum as he settles in Lestat’s lap, sat astride his hips and towering over him with that unwavering gaze. He’s got Lestat pinned with one hand on his chest as he grazes his fang against Louis’ finger, whimpering as the first droplets land on his tongue. Louis and Lestat. Together. Twin flames reunited in the dark devotion of Armand’s mouth. Who else among them has done this, tasted master and fledgling as one? He swipes his tongue across the pad of Louis finger again and again, greedy, until some small noise pulls him from the swoon and he finds himself looking down at Lestat, who stares with wide glossy eyes and a wide open mouth.

“Look at you.” Armand tuts. He traces the outline of his jaw before bringing his thumb to Lestat’s lip, gently pushing until he can see the pearly white fang beneath. Slowly, he slides the pad of his thumb against the gumline, rubbing small persistent circles against the precious nerves where the fang meets the flesh. 

“Look at you” he says again, because honestly it bears repeating. Even from over his shoulder, Louis watches in rapt fascination, the way Lestat’s toes curl, the way his eyes cross and his back arches as Armand presses the pad of his thumb against the side of his fang, just enough to feel the plump flesh but not enough to slice through. 

It makes Louis’ heart stutter just watching.

“He wants to bite. Don’t you Lestat?” Louis observes, and the whining sound Lestat makes around Armand’s finger is utterly depraved. 

“Well, Louis?” Armand awaits his command. Patient, attentive, militant. 

Not yet, says Louis, in that voice Lestat cannot hear. 

And, as Armand’s hand retreats: “I really do like to watch him squirm.”

#not me posting this at 12:38am and then immediately dipping LOL #couldn't go to sleep until i got this out of my head so i'm yeeting to the dash for now #drabble #my writing #Louis de Pointe du Lac #Lestat De Lioncourt #Armand #louis/lestat/armand #Louis Has Two Hands

[babygirlgarrus7]

Cat and Mouse

It’s been 3 years since no one remembers Peter Parker but only 1 knowing Black Cat. However she has been gone for quite sometime, until tonight.

A/N: In this universe the OC is Black Cat and her name is Allison Hardy. 🫶🏻

Warnings: dirty flirting, swearing, humor, fluff, and violence

Masterlist

Welcome Home

*************************************

Peter’s day consists of this; going to school ( being late of course due to little robberies or saving a kid from running into traffic), being there for a couple of hours (sometimes less), fall asleep only for a bit before the police scanner goes off, then patrol.

Peter looks forward of patrolling, where he can be doing his own thing, being Spider-Man was everything him now. Losing his aunt, Ned, MJ…this is all he had. Until Black Cat came along, she was…something else. Their banter became more and more flirtatious. Peter could NOT for the life of him flirt but Spider-Man he was smoother. In his opinion it seemed to leave his mouth better.

Unfortunately she hasn’t shown for little over a month, which made him worry that her heist became final. He perched on a building watching the slow traffic go by. People yelling at each other or buying some street dogs. It was quiet tonight, he only stopped one crime which was a small car chase. He sat down leaving one leg prepped up and the other dangle over the edge.

Spider-Man pulled his phone out, scrolling through it. He paused at Aunt May, he never deleted it. Occasionally he would even call her cell to leave a voicemail telling her about her day. That was until the phone company finally disconnected it but he didn’t have the heart to delete it. He couldn’t…

He stared at it for a bit longer until he heard the sirens. “There we go.” He whispered putting his cell back and swung down following the police vehicle.

Spider-man should be happy the fact that it was quiet but he gets quite bored. With MJ and Ned starting to fade out completely in his life and starting to make friends if they stay long enough. Due to his masked life. One person he has met that has stayed which was Harry Osborn. He understood or at least to his face when Peter had to cancel or anything in that sort. Telling him that he had a lot of rich kid things to do. Which would make Peter awkwardly chuckle.

The squad car stopped in front of a jewelry store. He noticed that there wasn’t anyone inside. “They are not going to find anything in there,” He jumped snapping around. He froze staring up at her. Black Cat. She was smirking at him, standing on top of the stairwell entrance “Or at least they wouldn’t expect anything to be gone.”

Spider-man glared at her for a moment. “Gone? What did you steal now?”

She hopped down and walked towards him, he watched how her hips swayed back and forth. “Why does it matter Spider.” She stood close, awfully close to him.

“Cause stealing is wrong.” He answered trying to not gulp so loud.

“You haven’t seen me in a month and that is what you have to give?” She placed her hand on his chest, having her nails barely touching him, it tickled a bit, sending shivers down his spine. “How unfortunate.”

She quickly went behind him balancing on the edge of the building. Spider-man watched her, as usual basically in a trance. “Well normal people wouldn’t rob a jewelry store and give a call or give a Spidey Signal.”

Cat smiled at him, not the normal smile, that devious smile. “Where would the fun be in that?”

That’s when she jumped off. “Here we go.” He whispered jumping off following her.

She swung with her grappling hook. “Those are new.” He said catching up to her. He swung next to her. “Swinging is my thing Cat.”

She chuckled. “You don’t need to gate keep love.”

Love. He was taken a back not noticing she swung her legs up to kick him against a building. Climbing up and sprint across the roofs. He following suite and ran after her, encounters with her always led to a cat and mouse chase. Sometimes he would catch her but she would eventually escape or sometimes she would catch him.

She glanced back at him, smirking. “Little slow aren’t you Spidey?”

“Slow,” Spider-Man yelled towards her. “Just tiring you out!”

She laughed as she slid across a metal platform and jumping to the next building. “Oh Spider, there are so many other ways for you to fire me out.”

Of course that threw him into different situations and places. He shook his head, noticing now that Cat stopped suddenly and turned to round house kick him in the jaw. Having him spin and slam on the ground.

“Ugh,” Spider-Man groaned looking up to see her gone. “Damn it.” He rubbed his jaw a little bit.

“One day,” Spider-Man spun around flipping up to stand to see Cat on the ledge of the building. “You’ll catch me and then what?”

“I can think of many things. Prison being one of them.” He responded slowly walking to her.

She sucked her teeth. “What a shame I would prefer your bedroom Spider.”

He chuckled thinking about it for a moment before shaking his head. “That my dear kitty is not going to happen. Unless my bedroom is a prison cell.”

He didn’t expect the next thing to happen she strode to him, having him back up against a wall. It’s like his whole body froze as she put her knee between his legs then put her palm on the side of his cheek. He felt her nails lightly through the mask going down to his chest. He gulped trying to say anything at this point, but his throat dried up.

“Only if your body said the same huh Spider?” She whispered right next to his ear. Chills ran down his spine and next thing he knew it she jumped over him and sprinted away. Leaving Spider-Man dumbfounded and…well…other things.

#spider man #tom holland spiderman #spiderman x oc!black cat #spiderman x oc!Allison #spiderman x black cat

[aalyssah]

Skinny Dipping

Pairing: Finn Balor x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Aftercare, Breeding Kink, Caught, Edging, Humiliation, Oral, (Reader Receiving.), Praise Sad Finn, and Unprotected Sex. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 1,219

Summary: You and Finn skinny dip in your pool and it ends up to something else.

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this. Also, Finn is so fine!! Hope You Enjoy!

You were watching a show of AEW, considering you've been liking it a little bit more than WWE . You can only really watch it when Finn isn't here, because he thinks you're 'betraying' him, when watching another company other than WWE.

Just as the ads came on, the door opened revealing Finn. You got off the couch and ran to him. "Babe!" He dropped his bag, engulfing you in a big hug. "Oh, I missed ya too, love." Your legs were wrapped around his waist, as he carried you to the couch.

He gently sat you down and laid on top of you. You both snuggled for a second before deciding to get up. "Did you see my match?" You gulped, opening your mouth to answer until AEW came back, catching Finn's attention. "What did I tell ya, about watching this?"

He scolded you, reaching over and turning it back to Monday Night Raw. "I'm sorry, it's just Kenny Omega is so hot!" Finn gave you a death glare, making you nervous. "Oh, you're gonna get it now." You jumped up, running around the house, laughing as Finn chased you.

You both ran around the house like Tom and Jerry. Around the kitchen island, through the living room, and up and down the stairs, but he still didn't get off your tail. You looked near the back door, where the pool was.

There was no way he was gonna jump in the water. You opened the sliding door and ran, jumping into the pool with a splash. You swam to the other side, laughing loudly. "Ha, I win! You're not gonna-" Before you could finish your sentence, Finn jumped in the pool, going after you.

It was quiet for a couple of seconds, making you worry. "Finn?" Suddenly, you felt hands on your waist, pulling you up in the air and back into the water. "Finn!" Now, it was Finn's turn to laugh.

He trapped you between his body and the wall of the pool. "I got'cha, didn't I?" He teased, leaning down to his neck. Your hands came around his shoulders, biting your lip. "F-Finn. Finn, baby, stop." Finn didn't, only deepening the kiss.

He walked forward, grabbing your leg and holding it against his hip. "Finn, what if someone's watching." He took his shirt off, giving you a devious smile. "Then let em' watch. Take your clothes off." Your eyes grew wide, covering yourself up. "Finn, I'm not skinny dipping, and having sex with you in the pool!"

Finn gives you puppy eyes, silently begging. "Come on, live a little, baby. Nobody's gonna see us." You bit your lip, thinking about it. It was nighttime and the only thing that was keeping y'all in sight was the lights in the pool. "Alright."

Finn did a little fist pump in the air before quickly stripping off his underclothes. You rolled your eyes, chuckling at how excited he was. Once all your clothes were off, he guided you to the steps of the pool. "Sit down. I wanna taste ya."

A blush grew on your face at his statement. You sat down, legs hanging over his shoulders as he got on his knees. Finn didn't waste any time, diving in and eating you out. He was slurping, licking, suckling at everything he could.

Your hands flew to his hair, as you leaned back moaning loudly. "S-slow down!" Finn didn't listen, enjoying his meal even more, while pushing his middle finger at you.

You sighed, loosening up letting him continue. Finn's finger was plowing on you while he sucked on your clit. "Your mouth feels so good, Finn!" You bit your lip, controlling your breathing so you weren't so loud.

The water was moving slowly at the rhythm of Finn's fingers. Your legs closed around him, indicating you were close. Finn instantly pulled back, smirking at your whine. "It's alright, love. I want you to cum on my cock, not my fingers." You impatient, gripped his hips, pulling him in for a kiss.

Finn kissed back, while entering you. The moment his tip reached your lips, you both moaned. You were quivering for his cock inside you. He teased, rubbing his tip up and down your slit. "Finn, if you don't put it in, I swear to god, I'll leave you hard right now."

Finn shook his head. "Jeez love, calm down and I'll give you what you want, needy girl." Before you could say anything, he pushed himself in, groaning at the stretch. It's not very often y'all have sex, especially with him being part of The Judgment Day. With him being on TV every week in a different city.

"Shit." He cursed under his breath, as he bottomed out. You placed lazy wet kisses on his open neck while neck slowly began thrusting in you. The movement of the pool water was slow and steady as your bodies moved together. "You feel so good!" You praised Finn.

Your hand came to hair and the other went to his back, leaving scratches. Finn held the back of your thighs, grunting as he forced himself deeper.

He dipped his head down, sucking hickeys on your neck- to which he's sure he's gonna hear a lot about that tomorrow morning."Grippin' me so tight, love." His balls gently slapped against your hole as he fucked you roughly. You were so busy in pleasure that you didn't realize you were moaning loudly.

The skin clapping could be heard over miles away as well as the TV inside the living room played and crickets chirped. Your legs wrapped around his wrist, pulling him closer. Your lips connected in a nasty sloppy kiss, while holding on each other.

You pulled back, foreheads against one another."Fuck, I should pump you full. Give you my baby." You moaned louder at the thought of telling your family and friends that you got pregnant because of a 'fun time' in your pool.

It was until you pulled back and saw something in the darkness. "F-Finn, w-wait." Finn slowed down his thrust, groaning. "What? What is it?" You looked in the same spot, trying to make out what you saw earlier, but couldn't because of the feeling of him still moving inside you, making you forget.

"Never mind. Keep going." Finn happily complied, putting more force in his thrust, grunts coming out his mouth, from you squeezing around him. You were on the blink of release, feeling knots form in your stomach.

You and Finn froze as you heard the sound of a leaf crunching, following a man grunting. You and Finn turned around and then saw it. It was one of your next door neighbors, hiding behind the bush, pants down to his legs, jerking off.

Your eyes grew big as you hurried to cover yourself up. "Hey, get outta here, ya creep!" Finn called out, making the man scurry off back to his house. "Oh my god, I can't believe we just got caught!"

Embarrassment filled you, as you shook your head in shame. "Now that he's gone..." Finn attempted to enter you again, but you put a hand in his chest.

"I'm never skinny dipping with you again!"

You exited the pool and went back in the house leaving a very sad and hard Finn.

#finn balor #finn balor smut #finn balor fluff #finn balor angst #finn balor imagine #finn balor x reader #finn balor one shot #finn balor fanfiction #wwe smut #wrestling smut

[hellcheer-heaven]

Eddie and Chrissy would spend a quiet Saturday afternoon together kissing on his bed. She would have her fingers tangled up in his curls, and his hands would be grasping at her hips. Their lips connected in the most loving of embraces, stopping only to catch their breath before continuing. Eddie’s lips began to venture down to her neck, cradling her skin with his mouth in the warmest of kisses. She’d giggle and whisper his name, wrapping her leg around his leg as she craned her neck back. His big hands would travel along her form, giving her pleasant little squeezes along the way. He’d drag his mouth, wanting to peck as much skin as he could. Chrissy looked down and watched him intently, nibbling her lower lip as well. His hands then rested along the sides of her chest, pressing his face between them.

This was certainly a new sensation for Chrissy. She never really imagined that their little one on one time would end up with her boyfriend nuzzling her breasts with his face.

She cleared her throat, “Eddie, what are you doing?”

Perhaps she wasn’t loud enough or that he was too busy, either way he was still rubbing his face upon her upper torso. She tapped the top of his head and he stopped, quickly looking up.

“What?” He asked genuinely surprised.

Her cheeks felt warm, “Eddie what are you doing?”

There was confusion behind those teddy bear eyes, his brain making the connection regarding his little intimate act. His face was as red as a siren, getting off of her and giving her space, keeping his hands at his sides. “Oh my god Chrissy, I’m so sorry! I- I- I just… I…”

Eddie appeared as if he committed a crime that he was willing to confess, but the words just wouldn’t come out. Chrissy wanted to confess to something too, but she was having the same issue.

She moved back a lock of her hair, “Do you, um… do you like my boobs?”

Eddie gulped, he was in trouble and he knew it. “Y-Yeah, I do. But I love everything about you sweetheart.”

She got closer to him, fingers lightly brushing his hand, “Well I know that, and I love everything about you too.” Her free hand played with her necklace, “I was just surprised that you did that.”

He hurried again to apologize, sounding as if he said it in one breath, “I’m sorry! I’ll never do that again! I’m sorry!”

Chrissy leaned in and pecked his lips, seemingly causing his brain to reset itself. “Eddie I’m not mad at you. I didn’t expect it, that’s all. And I… I kinda thought you looked very cute doing it.”

The boy was like a deer in the headlights, yet even behind those frightened eyes there was love. As he came back to reality, he took a moment to breathe before speaking, “So you’re not grossed out or offended?”

She chuckled, “No, of course not. I liked it, it felt different, but it was nice.” Her fingers intertwined with his, “And I liked how gentle you were being with me.”

He gulped down his worries, giving her a smile reminiscent of a Peanuts character, wide and slightly crooked. “Th-Thanks babe.” His eyes went back to her chest before staring into her eyes. “So um… do you want me to do that again?”

Chrissy laid back down, a smile as bright as her soul. Eddie’s own smile grew as he positioned himself like so, nestling his cheek between her bosoms once again. Her beating heart had a pleasant sort of rhythm to it. This was nice, it actually felt much more enjoyable to just simply lay there instead. If the two of them could stay like this for the remainder of the day, then this would truly be the most wonderful moment in their lives.

Chrissy ran her fingers through his hair, “Edward?”

His answer was slightly muffled against her blouse, “Yes, Chrissy?”

She felt so playfully naughty when she asked, “Are you going to do that again?”

His big brown button eyes sparkled, she could feel his devious smile against her clothing. Chrissy giggled as he motioned his face, wrapping her arms around his neck as she laughed at the ticklish feeling.

#hellcheer #hellcheer blurb #chrissy x eddie #eddie x chrissy #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #eddissy #munningham #sfw

[thefanciestborrower]

Yo yo, regarding the prompt thingy. XD I forgot what it was called and I'm on mobile. Anyway, I'd like to see you write something to this-

“Please stop licking me, I’m trying to focus.”

Thank you!!!!!

Keep prospering, peep!!!!

Yo thanks!! Okay okay so I know this was a pred prompt but I just had the funniest idea so whoop here we go-

“Please stop licking me, I’m trying to focus.” James groaned for what felt like the tenth time, pushing Ben’s face away from his arm. “You know I won’t taste like anything to you anyways so cut it out.” 

Ben simply shot back a cheeky grin in response, unfazed by being stared down by an annoyed giant. “Aww, you’re no fun.” He groaned, dramatically flopping against James’s side. “We’ve been working on this for hours and I’m bored! You can’t really expect me to just sit here and be boring can you?”

“We’re not being boring. *I’m* working on a very important presentation and *you* are being annoying.” James quipped back. “I didn’t ask you to come over you know. You just sorta invited yourself, so it’s not my fault you’re bored.” Ben just huffed in annoyance, practically slithering his way into James’s lap and displacing the laptop he’d been using.

James frowned at this, completely unamused by Ben’s antics. Really he should have expected him to get like this, but that didn’t change the fact that it was pretty irritating. Still, Ben wasn’t likely to leave him alone any time soon...unless... With a rather devious little smirk he moved the laptop completely to the side, rolling his eyes as Ben started to twist around to try and lick his arm again. Weirdo. “Okay you know what, fine. Maybe I am a little bored. But lucky for me I’ve got the perfect pick me up sitting right in my lap.” 

Ben stiffened, tongue just barely sticking out of his mouth in that stupid little blep face as he looked up at James. He didn’t remain frozen for long however, and the second Jame’s tongue dragged across his face he started to wiggle and protest. “Wait wait wait! I don’t have my console-“ Too late. His voice was cut off abruptly as his head was unceremoniously stuffed in James’s mouth and promptly squished into his throat with a loud swallow. 

Now normally James preferred to take his time when eating someone, but today it was clear he just wanted Ben down and out of the way. In no time the struggling human’s shoulders, then torso, then hips were gulped down and crammed into James’s flexible stomach, bulging it outwards under his baggy sweater. There was a reason said sweater was one of his favorite things to wear. Finally his teeth clicked shut behind Ben’s feet and with a final swallow Ben was gone. Or...moved to a slightly more convenient location as it were. James sighed happily, rubbing a hand over his stomach as Ben began to squirm inside. 

“You less bored now?” James asked with a contented sigh, licking his lips and reclining a little. 

“Yes!” Came Ben’s muffled response. “You didn’t let me grab my switch first so what am I supposed to do in here now!” 

James shrugged, grabbing his laptop. “I don’t know, but it’s not my problem.” Ignoring the offended spluttering Ben now seemed to be doing James simply plugged in his headphones and went right back to work, contentedly full and free from distractions. 

#it’s super short but hey at least it was fun to write #ending kinda sucks but I was tired of staring at it so whatever #enjoy my homemade blorbos being silly #soft vore #safe vore #half size vore #vore writing #oc vore #ask #luckyshotwrites #they are stupid your honor #Ben was the kid who would lick your hand if you tried to cover their mouth #vore prompt #oc Ben #Oc James