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“you got your white trash girlfriend and her white trash kids who probably hate your guts for replacing their deadbeat dad-“
#ts4#sims 4#ts4 potrait#ts4 cas#townie makeover#brandi broke#dustin broke#beau broke#back on my townie makeover bullshit#cropping is kinda crazy but we move#my sims
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Hii! Could you do a smut of Minnie x Yuqi x Miyeon please? I don't really have any specific things I want in it other than scissoring and all of them just all over each other lol
Sorry im in a mood-🤪
To Glide
Minnie x Yuqi x Miyeon
Length: 2.000 words
Tags: lesbian sex, lesbian threesome, LOT'S OF LUBE, annoyed sex, fingering, clit play, scissoring, lesbian missionary, fold in half (Yuqi), pretty and submissive (Miyeon), has had fucking enough (Minnie)
(A/N: Here is a random drop to start of the new year lol. This is what happens when you send the right ideas to me. Have fun and stay healthy!)
“This is such a not-good-idea.”
Minnie sighs and pinches her forehead. To say that she has doubts about this new ‘project’ of Yuqi would be an understatement. She hates that this obnoxiously loud girl always pushes onward with her ideas without ever thinking of the consequences. Like last week, when she threw this party at Miyeon’s house—Minnie expected a handful of people—and suddenly hundreds of people turned up and trashed the whole thing. For some reason, Miyeon didn’t even care all that much.
Guess Yuqi’s tongue kept her busy all night, Minnie thinks, an envious blush on her cheeks. That’s the curse of Yuqi, she might at times be a bad friend, but in the end, she is just irresistible. In the end, Minnie can only blame herself for not rejecting Yuqi’s plans of filling a small pool with lube—in the middle of Minnie’s own living room.
Your house is the biggest, Yuqi argued, and with a few adorable blinks, she got what she wanted. And now Miyeon is already ready to dump in over ten bottles of lube into the small plastic construction, definitely not made to withstand whatever crazy games Yuqi will come up with. Minnie can still say no, still send them home, hell, they can have enough fun with each other in Yuqi’s—
“Aw, why not, Nicha?” Yuqi complains cutely and wraps a sly arm around Minnie’s waist. “It will be so much fun, don’t you think? I can’t see how it can go wrong.”
“It’ll be such a mess,” Minnie argues, but it’s fragile, because Yuqi’s magic goes beyond puppy eyes and that deadly voice: she is already fiddling with the buttons of Minnie’s jeans, easily able to pop them open and dig her hand onto Minnie’s sex. The thought alone arouses her. “I-I don’t want to clean up afterwards.”
“Then I will clean up, okay? Pinky promise?”
“O-okay.” Dammit, she couldn’t resist again. Minnie is just too weak for Yuqi.
“Perfect. Miyeon, pour in the lube! Let’s have some fun.”
“Okay, babe~” Miyeon shouts back and gleefully squeezes out bottle after bottle until the clear liquid has thoroughly covered the entire plastic surface. “Should we get our bikinis?”
“Nah, screw those. Bikinis are for public pools.” Yuqi starts to unzip her top and jumps out of her pants. “At home, with my girls, I don’t want to wear clothes!”
“Oh~” Miyeon coos and Minnie can see that horny glint in her eyes. “I love that! Let me get undressed too.”
Minnie looks at them for a second, their bodies being revealed piece by piece, bare and completely spotless. Yuqi is a perfectionist when it comes to her own nude body, but at the same time, she does not give a single fuck about other people’s short comings. She just loves nudity, and so Minnie isn’t the only one starring when Miyeon gracefully removes her tight crop-top and moves her hips in quick circles until her black shorts fall down.
“I see you came prepared,” Yuqi says in excitement, because of the lack of underwear on Miyeon’s stunning frame.
“I still have the bikini in my bag, but—
“I kinda knew you wouldn’t want to see it.”
A heat is rising up inside Minnie. No anger or annoyance can keep it down anymore; the arousal is too great, irresistible, like the sight of Miyeon and Yuqi flopping into the pool. The lube flies everywhere, most importantly on their legs, their chests, their hair, their bellies, their feet—Minnie does not notice the mess being made.
She is depraved and horny, the way she tears off her jeans and top is chaotic, unplanned. Minnie has become a mess by just looking at her friends. Luckily, Yuqi does not notice. She's too busy with Miyeon and getting her fingers all over the elder’s skin. That is until Minnie bursts in and disrupts them, putting real strain on the edges of the plastic pool.
“Hey, watch out,” both Yuqi and Miyeon laugh. “You’re about to break it.”
“I- I don’t care! You two are being too loud, I need to shut you up a bit.” Minnie’s rebuttal is weak, because Yuqi gets a hand on her hairy cunt and starts to rub all over it.
“Oh, you want to shut us up by destroying this pool? Makes sense, makes sense.” Miyeon giggles and adds. “I think our friend here is tripping a bit. Tell us, Mi~nnie~
“How do you want to make us shut up?”
Minnie has never felt this ferocious, it’s like the spirit of a savage, unchained animal has overcome her. She wraps her entire arm around Yuqi’s tiny waist and spins her around. The small woman is still laughing, but with two lube-drenched fingers straight into her tight cunt, she is now Minnie’s prisoner. A happy prisoner, who quietly moans and hums with every curl the digits in her pussy make.
“Oh my~” Miyeon gasps and intently watches on as Minnie squeezes Yuqi tightly and makes sure to never stop pumping into that wet cavern. Yuqi still thinks this is all fun and games and tries to kiss Minnie, but the Thai girl goes straight for Yuqi’s neck and marks it with a frantic bite.
“Mi-Minnie, what the—I never knew you liked—”
“How about you shut your pretty mouth up and get on all fours?
“Now.”
Yuqi twitches around Minnie’s fingers when she hears this command. After a bit of slipping and falling she finds herself in the suggested position with Minnie’s hand cupping her labia and slowly rubbing lube across it. Yuqi arches her back, eyes closed to intensely feel every touch on her folds, then inside her pussy when Minnie decides to penetrate her once more. Miyeon gasps again.
“How about you lay down too, pretty?” Minnies suggest to Miyeon who needs a few seconds to wake up from her slumber and lay down into the slippery mess. She instinctively opens up her beautiful legs when Minnie’s hand approaches her, then the girliest of moans leaves her lips when her cunt gets filled.
Minnie’s heart is pumping up to her head, knocking on her brain and she loses all her senses except for touch on her fingertips, which become drenched in arousal. Every thrust, it doesn’t matter if they are hard or soft, makes her greedy, as if this scenario wasn’t enough. She has everything a girl could ever want, but now she needs more.
Minnie needs Yuqi to ruin herself—which happens sooner than she could’ve ever dreamed of. Yuqi’s ass moves on its own, her hips slam backwards and swallow every inch of Minnie’s flicking fingers and when three of them finally pierce her pussy open, she cums. Face buried in ridiculous amounts of lube, Yuqi groans and trembles and falls over, eyes rolled into the back of her head—that’s what Minnie wanted. But her greed doesn’t stop.
She looks at Miyeon, her pout, her need for release in this slippery mess right in the middle of this living room—Yuqi will have to clean it meticulously afterwards, because Minnie plants her puffy pussy right on Miyeon’s and starts to wildly rub it over her. Minnie knows that Miyeon is quite familiar with scissoring, this is definitely no first for her, but she nonetheless reacts to it like a virgin. She desperately holds onto Minnie’s hip and through a voice broken by moans begs her to go slower.
“Should I really go slower?” Minnie teases when Miyeon starts to grab her waist and bite her lip. Her face is so eerily perfect with all the wet lube and sweat on it, the blush that isn’t faint but blunt and bright. “Don’t you want to cum with your pussy, pretty princess?”
And then Minnie just continues, her hips slam down, against those aroused folds. She also makes use of her hands, spreading lube all over Miyeon’s boobs, midriff, down to the hard nub that looks like it’s about to explode if just—
Someone would—
“Not there, not there, Mi-Minnie, I’m about to—”
Minnie plays with it, rubs the clit side to side and Miyeon bursts into a loud and wet orgasm that has the pool suddenly filled with lube and girl juice. Minnie still doesn’t stop, instead she squeezes out every last second of Miyeon’s high by squeezing her breasts and squeezing more lube over her feet, which Yuqi is already eagerly playing with, in trance at the taste of Miyeon’s soles.
“Gosh, she looks so hot,” Yuqi whispers at the sight of Miyeon, who cannot escape the overstimulation. There is just no grip on anything, it’s like the entire universe wants her to glide back to Minnie and her pervy hands. Hands that can’t stop groping her, covering her in so much lube, she feels too heavy to fight back.
“You’re one to talke,” Minnie responds and raises an eyebrow when Yuqi dares to look back at her. “She went down fairly easily, but I know I need more with you.”
Yuqi smirks and like the angelic devil on Minnie’s shoulder leans in and hums:
“Then give me more.”
It’s hard to tell if Yuqi regrets her witty remark or if this was the actual reaction she wanted. In the blink of an eye, she finds herself below Minnie, in the deepest mix of cum, sweat and lube she has ever been in. Minnie immediately goes for her limits, grabbing her ankles and folding her in half while looking absolutely unamused.
“I know you can fold like a lawn chair,” she snarks and Yuqi gasps when her heels are almost level with her eyes. “So you better keep this up, because I won’t stop.”
“Wha-what are you trying—?”
“You’ve never had it like this, huh?”
Minnie crashes her hairy cunt right on Yuqi’s perfect slit. The slap is loud, the sting is painful at first, but Yuqi gets no time to scream because Minnie just continues. She rides her fat lips all over Yuqi’s shaven crotch, spreads her arousal to add more wetness, to glide better.
Glide she does. Yuqi has to take deep breaths that quickly turn to moans every time Minnie glides over her clit. Back and forth is great, left and right is excellent, Yuqi’s mind starts to spin in the same rhythm that Minnie’s pussy spins. That is until she goes up and back down. That’s too much to handle. Yuqi’s nails dig into Minnie’s elbows and she can see the Thai girl only through tear filled orbs.
Hottest of all: Minnie shows no reaction to this athletic feat. She just leans down, lips right on Yuqi’s, but instead of kissing her, she spouts dumb, dirty bullshit that has Yuqi in an ultimate frenzy.
“You never had a girl take you missionary. I fucking know, because I always hear them moan, not you. You think you’re such a player, Yuqi, the girl that gets all the bitches—that’s over now. Now you’re my bitch and I will fuck you like it. You will cum on this hairy pussy and then I’ll make you clean it up.
“Do you understand?”
“Y-yesh, Ma’am!”
Yuqi whines, Minnie smirks.
“Good. That was easy, didn’t know you could be so submissive. I think you should get an orgasm, slut.”
As predicted, the final thrust starts of Yuqi’s climax, one that lasts for a while. While not as messy as Miyeon’s, Minnie can see how intense it was for the smaller woman below her. Yuqi is a fucked mess, messy hair, messy pussy, messy face, something that can surely be a seat in the future—nah, fuck the future. Yuqi won’t always be her bitch, might as well—
“I think you’re learning your place.” Minnie gives Yuqi some time to adjust her posture, time Minnie spends on a quick look at Miyeon, who is busy stimulating her nipples to the sight of what happened in front of her. Minnie has no clue how and if to include her; an issue for later. “Now eat me.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
#kpop smut#female idol smut#girl group smut#idol x idol smut#gidle smut#minnie smut#yuqi smut#miyeon smut
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fool for you
pairing: joel miller x black f! reader
summary: joel pushes you away after your love confession towards him.
warning: smut, little angst of fluff, oral (female & male receiving) dirty talking, doggystyle & sideways, unprotected sex.
a/n: my second joel miller fic, it's a little short but I hope you enjoy it and this is unedited.
You took a deep breath before heading downstairs to greet your date for the party.
Maria begged you to come, bring a date, and have some fun. She even hinted that Joel was gonna be there with his date.
So that is how Kenny came along, he was a nice, decent guy and I decided why not ask him if he wanted to go.
"Wow, Y/N! You look beautiful," He says, looking you up and down with a smile.
You were wearing an off the shoulders long-sleeve crop top, dark high-waist jeans, and your favorite pair of brown boots.
Your natural locs fall beautifully down your lovely dark brown moisturized shoulders.
"You ready?" Kenny asked and you nodded, walking alongside him as you both left.
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You both arrived at the party which was in full swing. Maria waved you over to the bar.
Your eyes wander through until they meet the ones you came to love so much.
Joel’s dark brown eyes could hypnotize you from afar. Your eyes moved for a second to see a woman with loose curly hair sitting beside him.
It kinda hurt you seeing him with someone else but you didn't let that show.
You and Joel were close once until you went gone and confessed your feelings for him.
That was when things changed quickly. You and Ellie still were close but not you and joel.
After chatting and drinking with friends, your date dragged you to the dance floor as they were playing a song he liked.
Kenny was so sweet, he could tell something was wrong with you. He swirls you around while making you laugh like crazy.
You didn't even know Joel was watching you the whole time, practically ignoring his date.
After the dance, you felt a little dizzy, so you excuse yourself for a second to go get some fresh air.
You walked outside on the balcony and when that cool breeze hit your face, it felt so amazing.
"What are you doing with this guy?" You quickly turn around at the booming voice.
"Well! Hello to you too, Joel" You waved at him with a slight, amused smirk.
"I asked a question, darling and I need an answer," Joel says with a low growl.
"I'm having fun, Joel, and why do you care? The last time we talked you said you didn't want anything to do with me," You asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
His whole attitude changed quickly when you repeated what he said to you, knowing it hurt you badly.
"I just want to make sure you're being careful, darling." He says, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I can tell that's bullshit, Joel. Now tell me the real reason because you and I both know I can take care of myself" You challenged him, trying to understand.
You were waiting for an answer while looking deeply into his beautiful brown eyes when he didn't say anything.
You scoffed, about to walk away but he stopped you with his hand on your arm.
"I lied okay. I'm in love with you Y/N I love you, I fucking love you and it scares the shit out of me okay"
Silence caved in on the balcony and things became a reality to you when the words came out of his mouth.
"I'm sorry, Y/N for the way I've been treating you. You've always been there for me, bring your sweet self and when you confessed your love. I panicked and pushed you away, I-I'm sorry, darling." Joel began to ramble, you've never seen him like this before.
You cut him off by placing your hand on his cheek which made him close his eyes and take a breath slowly.
"I forgive you, Joel but just know if you ever push me away again I'll kick your ass"
"Yes, ma'am! I hear ya" He paused for a second looking between your eyes and lips.
"Are you just gonna stare or are you gonna kiss me?" You asked and he grinned, wrapped his arms around your waist, and pulled you into the most intense kiss ever.
You pulled away, placing your hand on his chest, and asked, "you want to get out of here?"
*
"Ahh, Joel." You moaned, ruffing your hand through his hair. You felt so hot and turned on.
Joel looks up for a second with those lustful brown eyes before diving back between your legs.
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he sucked harder, feeling yourself getting close.
"Joel, oh my goodness-I'm-" You didn't finish because it was too good.
"So good, baby," Joel says, propping your legs upward and resting his hands on your legs to keep them in place.
He continues to suck the soul out of you as your moans grow louder, and before you knew you felt yourself orgasm hard.
You lay there quietly, trying to get yourself together. Your body was shaking a little bit from the great climax.
"You okay, darling?" He murmurs, placing his hand on your face, and looking into your eyes.
"Yes, shit. That was so fucking good, Joel!" You manage to say with a smile.
He grins, begins to take his clothes off before moving up, and plants a gentle kiss on your lips.
You flipped onto his back and grasped hold of his length. "My turn,"
You begin to kiss and lick the tip with no warning, you wrapped your lips around his thickness and took it deep.
Joel groans, trying to push your locs away from your face, so he can see your eyes.
You began bobbing your head up and down slowly while stroking him.
You take him out of your mouth and lather your saliva on it before going back in.
"Fuck...." He moans your name while meeting your gaze. You picked up the pace as you felt him getting closer to bust.
Joel moans, and starts thrusting up hard into your mouth, making you moan too.
You let him fuck your mouth until you had to tap his thigh, telling him to stop.
He pulls himself out, leaving you gasping for air, looking up at him.
"Fuck, darling," He says, grinning while staring at the drool dripping down from your chin.
He wipes it off with his thumb before pulling you up and making you get on all fours.
Joel slaps your ass a few times, before lining himself to your entrance and thrusting in slowly.
He leaves small kisses all down your neck to my back.
"Joel!" You moaned his name as his lovely dick fills you up perfectly. He groans at the feeling of you wrapped around him.
"Shit, darling you feel so fucking good" He moans, leaning his forehead against your back.
He pulls out a little bit before thrusting back in.
You bite your lip, feeling him grip the roundness of your cheeks while pumping into your faster and harder.
He pushes you down to have your ass up, so he could hit your g-spot.
You gripped the bed sheets tight while looking back at Joel.
"Shit" Joel moans, throwing his head for a second. He thrusts a few more times before rearranging the position sideways.
"Fuck, Y/N" He moans, leaning his forehead against your cheek. He picks the pace again, setting a steady rhythm.
"Ahhh Joel. Oh, I'm gonna cum" You moaned, feeling your pussy clenching around his dick.
He buried his face in your neck, diving deep, and sliding down to rapidly rub your clit.
"Yes, cum baby. I'm right there with you" He whispers in your ear, still rubbing at your clit fast.
"JOEL!" You screamed, orgasming hard again and he was right behind.
Your walls were covered with streams of his hot cum and he did while moaning out your name.
Joel slowly pulls out of you and drops down on his back lovingly looking at your sweaty dark brown back.
"I love you so much, darling," He says with a smile. You smiled, sat up, and placed a kiss on his lips.
"I love you, more, Joel. Now come here you got alot of making up to do, Texas" You said with a giggle, pulling him to be on top of you.
#joel miller#joel miller smut#joel miller x reader#joel miller x black!reader#black reader#joel miller x you#joel miller x female reader#joel miller x y/n#joel miller imagine#joel miller fanfiction#tlou fic#pedro pascal#pedro pascal characters
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Welcome to My Nighmare Ch. 2
I absoluty clown on david in this and my scrunkly boi deserves it. Also, I fully believe that Paul uses the most cheesy words/phrases in his speech. He’s pulling no bitches, he’s hypnotizing women to convince the boys he has sex appeal.
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Chapter Two: The Freaks Come Out at Night
There was a dead guy on the porch of my new residence. Jesus-fucking-Christ, I’m with crazy people.
“Dad?” Lucy checked on the old man on the steps. “Dad?” She asked sounding more worried.
“If he’s dead, does that mean we get to go home?” Sam excitedly asked. Lucy gave him a stern look but was brought out of it by the dead guy.
“Playin’ dead. And doing a damn good job of it!” The old man finally spoke. Lucy hugged him, laughing off the encounter. She then told us to go inside and unpack.
“So, you’re living with us now?” Michael asked.
“Sorta,” It was kind of a complicated question, “I’m only staying until I can afford another place. Don’t get me wrong, you guys are nice, I just, Uh, want somewhere else to live. Plus, I’m sure it’s kinda weird for you guys. I mean you did just move states after your mom got a divorce and now you got some homeless kid in your house.”
“I guess.” Michael left it at that. “Well, it’s still nice to meet you. It’ll be nice having someone other than Sammie around.” Same gave him a dirty look for that.
Lucy introduced me to ‘Grandpa’ which I guess is what I was supposed to call him, the brought me to the attic. “It’s not very big, but,” she trailed off. I cut her off saying it was fine and that I was more than happy to have somewhere to be. It wasn’t really an attic anyway; it was more like a small room that had a few steps above the rest of the walkway. It overlooked a field in the back, I gazed out of the window and noticed some horses playing with Nanook. Horses are a symbol for total freedom from everything. I think maybe I finally got that freedom, even if it’s a little unorthodox.
In the room was a full-sized bed and an old chest of draws that came up around to my chest. At least there were sheets on the bed; however, they most certainly weren’t my style. It looked like someone’s grandma died and became the bed. It didn’t help that dust covered every corner of the room. I decided to unpack the few things then sweep. All my clothes fit in one of the five drawers. On top I set my Walkman, wallet, book, and new pair of sunglasses to give it a little bit of a homey feel.
“Here,” Mr. Emerson gave me some kind of taxidermized animal, “As a welcome gift.” He smiled at me. I smiled back and said thank you. At least it was kind of cute, it was a fox. I think. Maybe it was a janky coyote.
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Later that night, we clamored into the car heading for the boardwalk. It had such a different feel to it at night. I’ve always been a bit of a night owl, but oh my god this was beautiful. The lights, the salty air, the music, everything felt so alive! It wasn’t like during the day where kids rounded every corner crying and parents gave you dirty looks for wearing a crop top. No, at night, it was when the real freaks came out. Goth kids, weird surfer guys, bikers, and drunk teenagers flooded the area. They infected every corner, crevice, and as much surface area as possible. It was intoxicating.
I quickly remembered that I needed a job, fast, so I looked anywhere for a help wanted sign. I went into that bookstore from earlier, but the man just looked at me with pity. He gave some excuse of not being able to afford more people besides himself. Then there was a burger joint, the manager looked at my low-cut crop top before saying no. Seriously, what gives? I looked at a few other places and almost gave up, but a jewelry store had the sign saying HELP DESPRETLY WANTED, WILL HIRE FELONS. Couldn’t hurt, right? Every other place rejected me.
“Hi! How can I help you?” A girl a little younger asked me. She had long, straight, black hair and wore what some would consider too much blush. She was tan wit freckles, so I guess it events it out.
“Actually, I saw the sign for help wanted. Who should I talk to?” I asked as polite as I could. The girl yelled for a woman in the back.
A woman who looked like blonde Joan Crawford came out from behind a beaded curtain. She had dark purple eyeshadow and dark purple lips to complete her look. “I’m Ms. Brenda Cheney. I heard you’re looking for a job?”
“Yes ma’am,” I shook her hand and said It was nice to meet her. “When can I start?” It was a little bold, but damn I needed a job.
“Tomorrow!” she smiled while chewing her gum. “I like you kid. Be here by nine am, Jennifer will show you how to open.” Thank God. I introduced myself to Jennifer and spoke for a little bit. The rumbling of my stomach brought me out of it. I told her goodbye and that I would see her tomorrow.
After I ate probably a too processed hot dog, I noticed a really sweaty guy playing a saxophone. I didn’t usually go into crowds for fear of pickpocketing, but why the hell not? I literally just packed up and left home and I’m doing pretty good so far. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a dude that looked like Billy Idol got his shit rocked and was washed out from fame. He looked disgusting, it was a little hot. The other looked like a tall, punk Shaggy, with longer hair. I think I would have been put off by a Scooby with him. They made eye contact with me. It was kind of creepy how much Billy Idol was into it, so I decided to lose him in the crowd.
I saw a familiar glimpse of black hair in the crowd and spotted Jennifer with a guy. “Hey!” I said. “Do you remember me?”
“Of course!” She said “You’re that girl that came in earlier, it’ll be nice to have someone other than Brenda and James around. This is my brother Adam,” She gestured to the guy beside her.
“Hey,” He was a little taller than me, freckles, dark brown curly hair, and best of all he had a nice ass. I noticed from when I walked behind them to catch up. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too, do you guys mind if I follow you for a bit? I’m not from here.”
“Sure! I know all the best places here. Let’s do the Ferris Wheel, ice cream shop, then I’m thinking the movie rental. Sound good?” she asked.
“Sure, you seem like you got a plan.” I laughed. I scanned the boardwalk trying to locate where Jennifer was talking about, spotting the Billy Idol guy. He was just watching me. It was creepy instead of mysterious now.
“Oh, she’s bossy.” Adam piped up. I laughed, damn was he cute. Once we got to the front of the Ferris wheel they split us up into groups of two, I told them I’d catch the next one.
“I could be your rider.” The shaggy guy from earlier said, “I’m Paul, sugar."
“I’m not sugar.” I hated men like that. He apologized and asked if he could ride with me. I caved; he was weird but sadly I liked weird. I had to admit, he was decently interesting and had a good face. “And if you look over there, there’s a bridge that I jumped off of.” He pointed to a bridge not too far from here. He had been pointing to almost every location and telling me tid bits of his ‘adventures.’
I laughed, “It’s like when your mom asks, ‘if your friends jumped off a bridge, would you?’ I’ve always like falling from really high places, which is ironic since I have a fear of height.”
“Nah, it’s like flying,” we reached the top. “So, you looking to hang our with some cool cats?” Paul finger gunned me. “Oh, by the way, the coaster goes higher.”
“How charming, but no thank you.” I did consider it, only for a moment, “You’re really cheesy, ya know? And maybe I’ll ride the coaster with you.” I peered down into the crown and spotted that white haired guy again, Jesus Christ he’s persistent.
“Hey, that’s what draws the babes!” Paul said bringing me out of my daze.
“I don’t think it does Paul.” I had noticed we reached the bottom when the attendee pulled the safety bar off. I thanked Paul for riding with me and suggested the coaster again, he said he had to get going. Just when you think a guy’s into you.
“Who was that guy?” Jennifer asked.
“Uh, Paul. He rode with me, so you guys didn’t have to wait.” I explained.
“Oh, ok.” she said. I spent the rest of the night with the both of them. The ice cream was good, Adam is a strawberry guy. I noticed a glimpse of white hair in the distance. I should find Lucy and go home before it’s too late. What if he’s stalking me? Is he gonna kill me?
“What’s wrong?” Adam asked. He noticed I had been acting a little weird.
“At the concert that happened earlier, there was a guy and I made eye contact with him. I started noticing him at the Ferris Wheel and at the ice cream shop. It’s like he’s stalking me.” I felt weird explaining it to Adam, maybe it was all a coincidence.
“That guy got kicked off of the boardwalk a couple of days ago, that night, the security guard that kicked him off went missing.” Adam said. I guess I was making a weird face since he said, “Well, maybe it was just a coincidence, ya know? I don’t think he wants to kill you.”
“Ok.” I didn’t really believe him. “I think I’m gonna find my ride and head back home. It’s been really nice to get to know you guys.” I waved my goodbyes and made my way to find Lucy. I spotted Nanook about 30 feet away.
“Hi Lucy, are you about to leave?” I asked her.
“Oh, yeah. I was looking for Michael, but Sam said he wandered off with someone.” She dug in her purse for her keys. We clamored into the car and mentioned her new job at the video store.
“That’s nice, I also got a job to help pay for some rent. It’s at a jewelry counter here on the board walk.” I felt bad for what I was about to say. “My job starts at nine tomorrow, it’s ok if I can’t, but could I borrow your car to get here?”
“My shift starts at ten tomorrow, so I’ll just drop you off and wait for Max’s store to open up.” She explained.
“That’s great, thank you.” Thank God. I didn’t want to have to walk like 12 miles to get here.
Once we made it back to the house, everyone started to settle in for the night. Lucy gave me some pajamas and hygiene products. It was a set she was gifted and never used. They were still in date and actually smelled pretty good. After peeling off the clothes that reeked of other people, I scrubbed every inch of my body. My mind wandered to that man from earlier. I couldn’t understand why he was watching me.
I stepped out and dried off, thankfully Lucy’s pajama’s fit me. They had hearts all over them, it was probably also gifted in the bathroom set she didn’t use. I made my way into my room and began to close the window. A man with white hair. I quickly shut the curtains and went to bed. There’s no way he knows where I live. Even if he did, we would’ve seen headlight following us, right? Eventually, I found a way to calm myself enough to fall asleep. That’s a problem for tomorrow.
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The girl who wants your boyfriend- Sugawara
When you first met Sugawara, he was nothing like your friends told you. You always seen him around school talking to this one chick and his friend... Asahi? You weren't really sure if that was his name. Your friend has class with this girl, and she is always talking about Sugawara. So when you two bumped into each other out of school, no girl around him. No guys, it was frustrating. "Oh, I'm so sorry, let me pay for your coffee." Your eyes widen as he bowed and began to pick up your spilt coffee.
"No... no, it's fine. I should've watched where I was going."
"I... wow." Sugawara stopped moving, taking in your appearance. Your glasses hung perfectly on your nose, your hair tied back into a messy bun as you wore a black skin tight crop top and joggers. He looked back at your face a small smile forming. Your eyes shined even brighter as the sun beamed on them.
"Hm?" You felt shy under his gaze, no guy has ever checked you out.
"Oh, sorry I was staring. It's just... you're beautiful." You felt your cheeks redden as he said this. "Sorry..."
"No, um... thank you. No one's ever called me that before."
"Really? Hm, guess I'm lucky then."
"How so?"
"Because I'm smart enough to know when someone is beautiful." You smiled a little as he gestured to the counter. "Please let me buy you another coffee. If it's okay, I'd like to continue to talk a little more." You nodded your head following the boy.
That was 4 months ago. Sugawara never introduced you to the girl, and he told you why. "Who Abigail? She's one of those friends you grew up with that your parents force you to hangout with because they're friends with her parents." You understood why he didn't feel the need for you to meet her, but from what your friends tell you about her, about the stuff she says about your boyfriend, kinda makes you want to mark what's yours. You always go to his house after school, you'd never run into her because when you leave is when she comes over, same at school. She always just shows up when you leave. But not this time, your mom wasn't going to be home that night, so Sugawara's parents offered you to stay the night. You just couldn't say no to her cooking. You were putting your stuff down when you heard someone talk. A girl, couldn't of been his mom the voice was too high. You threw on one of Sugawara shirts and walked down stairs.
"Oh my god, Sugawara you're so funny." You furred your brows as your boyfriend wishes he was else where.
"It's so good our kids are still friends." You looked into the kitchen seeing an older woman talking to his parents. Must be her mom. You walked into the living room fully catching Sugawara's attention, his eyes widen as his landed on the shirt you were wearing.
"Hope it's okay if I barrow this."
"You can have it." You smiled as he stood up.
"Who's this?"
"Oh, Abigail, this is my girlfriend." Sugawara said as he wrapped his arm around your waist. "Babe, this is Abigail."
"Wait, this is your girlfriend?"
"What does that mean?" Your voice was soft as always when you spoke.
"Oh, you just weren't what I was expecting, hun. That's all. But what's your name?"
"Y/n."
"Cool cool cool. Well as he said I'm Abigail." She held her hand out like a princess before laughing. "Oh. Sorry, habit. The guys call me princess so they all just kiss my hand to greet me."
"In your head sure." You chocked back your laugh as Sugawara mumbled.
"Well, we've known each other for like ever. We even got married on the playground. It's just a cute little story."
"We were in kindergarten, and it wasn't legal."
"Well, yeah it wasn't 'technically' legal, but we never 'technically' got a divorce either."
"Well, I want one now."
"Awe, babes. I just noticed, are you wearing his shirt?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"Awe, twins." You looked at Sugawara confused as she picked at her shirt.
"That's Daichi's."
And that was the first day you met her, now she's always around, and it's not just driving you crazy, but Sugawara as well. Once you were out of your shy faze around Suga, you began to let him see the real you, and he loves it. He loves the spectrum nose ring, the way you cuss seems so innocent to him, and he loves how cute you look in your clothes. You were chilling with the volleyball team and her at Sugawara's house. Nishinoya and you were arguing over something and a few cuss words came out. Sugawara's eyes widen but then he smiled at how soft your voice is saying such bad words. Nishinoya ended up losing the argument as you went into the kitchen, Aby following you. "Oh hey."
"Hey, can I give you advice really quick?"
"What's up...?" You set your drink down as she laughed.
"So I love your little... bowl ring?" You furred your brows as she touches her nose. "Like is makes it look like a bowl?"
"You mean my spectrum piercing?"
"Yes, your spectrum piercing, I love it, I think it's so cute. I love your glasses, like sometimes I have to wear glasses when reading. But... Sugawara doesn't really like that type of stuff. He's more into like the clean looking, you know? Like the pretty presentable type of girl. So maybe take it out and like... wear contacts?" You looked this girl up and down as she continued. "Just if you wanna be with him, I don't know. He just doesn't like that stuff. Also I hear you swearing like a sailor all the time, and I think it makes you sound cool, but Sugawara doesn't really like that stuff. He's more into smart and classy girls you know? Have you ever thought about going blonde?"
"No."
"You should, Sugawara is into blondes. Oh one more thing one more thing. Those clothes that you wear. I don't think Suga likes how you dress. And there is always this mood around you every time we hang. And I love hanging out with you don't get me wrong. It's like a jealous vibe, I don't know. I don't know what it is. But there is nothing between us."
"Ok, I heard enough." You put a hand up stopping Sugawara.
"What in the hell do I have to be jealous of? Your over burying personality? The way you only dress hooker-like is around my boyfriend? Or the fact you just pop up and run all his girlfriends off, because you're in love with him? Sweetie the only reason nothing is going on between you and him, is because he doesn't want your plastic ass. Suga tells me all the time how cute I look with my glasses. And my spectrum ring?" You took it out easily before putting it back in. "Is magnetic. And Suga loves playing with it when we cuddle. The only blonde Sugawara has ever been around is you. Doesn't make him into blondes. He's told me plenty of times he finds my swearing cute because of how soft my voice is. And my clothes, 90 percent of the time it's Suga's clothes I'm wearing and he loves me in them. The only thing Sugawara isn't into. Is you. So you can stop." Sugawara and the guys looked at you in shock as Abigail looked embarrassed.
"I think... I should go..."
"Yeah, I think it's best."
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Seeing Fairy Gala Ortho made me so happy like !aaaaaaaaaaaa
. ok since you mentioned fairy gala ortho first, anonnie, i'm taking this as a green light for me to go absolutely ballistic and rant about how beautiful fairy gala ortho is.
here he is. the 100 beauté himself (as rook would say) ! i'd like to preface this with the fact that the person who draws the shroud SSR cards is Absolutely Insane, they want me to d word from how pretty all the art is, even pre-groovied. (will ascending to ghostly realms stop me from rolling for these cards ? no. it will not. fg ortho and gm idia will be mine !!)
the second thing i'd like to say is. that idia is a damn good designer. all of ortho's models are designed by idia in canon. so i'd like to say thank you to him and shake his hand (although i think that'd freak him out jsdfksjkf) for making this design.
[ analysis of ortho's outfit + the symbolism behind it down below ! ]
before we start, i'll be using pictures of the card art from the wiki + pictures of his full-body sprite, courtesy of alchemivich :D tap on the images for better quality (and also bc some are cropped weird rip)
let's go from top to bottom n just talk abt how crazy idia was to design this. he has gold and iridescent butterflies along his crown + covering his eyes. and there's gold all around his face. this makes him look like a porcelain doll, which i think is kinda the theme of this ortho model. it's as if someone powdered or painted his face white to give him a more human feel.
all around his crown he also has peonies in white. apparently white peonies are meant to symbolize remorse and sorrow. so giving someone a bouquet of white peonies can be a way to ask for forgiveness and show that you understand your wrongdoings. now i have not read book 6 but maybe there are some ties to what happened there and this design choice on idia's part to give ortho a crown of flowers that symbolize remorse.
and also, his eyes are covered with the wings of butterflies. a caterpillar only gets its wings after it undergoes metamorphosis, so butterflies are often seen as a symbol of spiritual rebirth, hope, or change. and covering his eyes,,,,eyes are often seen as a window to the soul so does that imply that ortho has...no soul ? since he's a humanoid ? but there's not one set meaning ofc, so maybe it could be in a more see-no-evil sense, where idia is protecting ortho and keeping him blind from things that are inherently "evil". there's probably a lot of interesting parallels you can draw between this design and book 6, which makes me excited to see what idia's intentions really were when designing this model.
(and also we can't forget abt his teeth....he's so cute. precious baby who i will protect with all my heart and soul <33)
ok moving on ! let's look at his arms. there isn't too much symbolism that i can think of, but again, his arms do look like the arms of a doll of sorts. idia gives him joints that are akin to ball-and-socket ones that dolls often have. i do have to say, his hands remind me of violet evergarden and also of this one designer i know who makes dainty hand jewelry and corsets out of porcelain. her brand name is candy makeup artist and here's her website if you'd like to see what i'm talking about. here's one of the hand jewelry that reminds me of ortho's hands.
ah, i do have to say, the white sleeve-like thing near his shoulder reminds me of lace doilies, since they often have intricate designs woven into the edges of it. (here's a picture of a lace doily if anyone's kinda confused bc i did not know the names for these were lace doilies) one last thing, his shoulder sports a screw, and you can see the inner joint under his armpit, which, again, amps up that doll-like feeling that idia's probably trying to achieve.
for his torso, there are lines that draw the eyes towards his waist, which is sporting what looks like corset made out of porcelain. again it reminds me of candy makeup artist's works, so here's an example of a porcelain corset she made. also having all the detailing in gold is really smart bc ortho has hovering lights around him (in the form of flower buds, as expected of idia's thorough design) so the gold really stands out from the cream-white color he chose for the base of the model.
another thing i noticed is that the corset elements and the golden designs near his knees and feet combines designs probably inspired by the baroque style. baroque is a style that is known to be very intricate; serving to convey a feeling of grandeur and awe amongst those who see it. in specific i'm talking more abt the architecture-side, specifically stuccowork, since it uses similar patterns to those seen on the golden detailing on ortho's model. examples of baroque stuccowork can be seen here.
then we have the wings ! which are interestingly not reminiscent of butterfly wings, but instead they adopt the shape of dragonfly wings instead ! idia's an absolute mad man making them iridescent bc some dragonflies actually have iridescent or colored wings. i think idia chose dragonfly wings for efficiency bc these wings allow dragonflies to have greater control over their flight. so. yeah. this is idia optimizing ortho's flight patterns hehe
then we have his legs ! the joints for his legs have a rose pattern on them which is hella cool but also just. why. bc this costume really has so many details, i wonder what idia was thinking when he designed it all and made it. it must've been a labor of love indeed.
and speaking of roses, that is the other flower that idia incorporates into the design of this model. the back of ortho's hands + the detailing near his knees + the pattern of his leg joints all feature roses in some way. roses are kinda a unique case in terms of meaning bc they come in many different colors (or can be dyed too), and over time each color has a different meaning. in general, roses are symbolic of love of some sort. but more than that i think it's important to note that all the depictions of the roses on ortho's model have no thorns on them. there could be two ways to take this: it could symbolize that ortho is hiding his thorns from people, only showing a beautiful flower. or it could symbolize the fact that ortho has no thorns, that he's just a beautiful flower.
to finish it off, we have his calves + feet. his calves are made out of glass, so they're see-through (again, idia being an absolute genius) and there are criss-crossing metal strips all along each calf. as for his feet, they're pointed downward. this makes me think of a ballerina. the way his feet are designed could be alluding to a ballerina's pointe shoe bc the feet do kinda resemble someone wearing pointe shoes. the square-ness of it reminds me of a toe box + the criss-cross design reminds me of the ribbon that pointe shows have.
in conclusion: it seems the whole look is reminiscent of a porcelain doll, maybe even one of those ballerinas found in trinket boxes ? his feet are definitely modeled after a ballerina. that means that the wings could be a tutu of sorts bc of how they drape around him in the full-body sprite and how they can spread when he's floating in his card art.
and before i go, a disclaimer, bc i'm by no means a design or art student so i might've missed out on glaringly obvious things. what i'm writing is just my own interpretation of the design and just. me gushing abt how pretty it is, so if you have your own thoughts or if you saw something i missed, feel free to rb or comment them !
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Pretty
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here's a thing i wrote a while ago that i didn't post cus idk if anyone would wanna read it lol but it seems like a waste not to post it so here it is! idk if ill continue, but i really do love Pretty as a character. he's just a violent cinnamon roll who just wants a hug ;u;
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CW: Explicit language, shooting/gun violence, graphic death, stabbing, blood and gore, mentions of physical abuse, disfigurement, misogyny, sexual harassment, ableism, ableist language
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It was supposed to be easy.
Go in, clock the guard, scare the teller, grab the cash, and leave town.
Bambambam. Easy as pie, Farry likes to say, easy as fuckin’ pie.
“This ain’t pie, boss,” Hyena yips, tying up the last of the hostages. He casts his asymmetrical stare over the vault full of tellers and customers, just regular folk who were in the wrong place at the wrong time. He licks his lips and leers at a young woman who flinches and tilts her face away. “But I wouldn’t mind a nibble anyhow…”
“Keep your hands off the girl, Hyena,” Farry drawls, nudging the security guard’s body with the tip of his pristine dress shoe. “I don’t know how the pigs got here so quick, but we’re trapped in tighter than a fuckin’ sardine can. Pretty, how’s it lookin’ out there?”
Pretty peers out of the window, keeping out of snipers’ line of sight. He grimaces as he counts ten cars and more approaching in the distance. An entire battalion of blues.
He lets the curtain shift back in front of the window and shakes his head at Farry. Not good.
His boss swears quietly and runs a hand through his slicked back hair. Farry’s a handsome guy, Pretty reckons, resuming his patrol of the bank. He knows all the right moves and says all the right things. Whenever Pretty tries to emulate his boss, he just makes everyone baulk and scatter, like he’d just pulled a gun on them.
That’s his role in this three-piece outfit. Farry’s the leader ‘cus he’s got brains and face. Hyena’s the guy who knows everything there is about stealing shit, and he’s just crazy enough to garner them a bloody reputation. And Pretty…Pretty isn’t any of those things. But he’s damn well good at looking scary. He’s not particularly large or muscular or strong (in fact, he’s the opposite), but he’s got a real ugly mug that makes people turn away in horror.
Of course, he’s got his mother to thank for that. She liked to do all kinda things to him when he was a child, leaving behind marks that he can never be rid of. From his childhood photos, he thinks he could have become a handsome guy like Farry if his mother just left him be. But that’s not how things went down. So he makes do with what he’s got, and in the end he got two brothers out of it.
Things aren’t too bad, he thinks as he glances out the west-side windows. More pigs here. Just like Farry says. They’re trapped tighter than canned sardines. As long as I have Farry and Hyena, things won’t ever be bad.
“Alright, I’m going to need some time to think,” Farry mutters, pacing restlessly across the linoleum floor. His shoes squeak on every turn. “I need to think. They’re going to expect demands from us. We’ve already killed the guard, so they know we’re serious. They know we ain’t playin’ around. Hyena, come out here and help me, damnit. Let Pretty babysit the hostages.”
“Gotchya, boss!” Hyena smacks Pretty in the arm as he skitters past, laughing in that mocking tone of his. “They’re all yours, Pretty! Don’t let ‘em outta your sight.”
Pretty nods in assent and rubs his aching arm. He steps into the giant vault and glances around. There’s about eleven hostages in total, most of them just people he’d see out and about in town on a Monday morning.
The only one that doesn’t seem remotely afraid, is a man with cropped hair who’s done nothing but scowl at him from the moment he drew his gun. The guy is interesting to look at. He’s tough and beefy and seems to have some kind of military background. Pretty feels a tad nervous when their gaze meets. The guy has pale green eyes, washed out under the fluorescent lights. His mother had pale green eyes too.
“Pretty, is it?” the military guy sneers. “Not exactly what I’d call you, but I suppose that’s the point.”
Pretty sits in a chair they’d taken from the waiting area. It’s wooden and uncomfortable. He rests his revolver on his knee, keeping the barrel pointed at a wall.
“Not much of a talker are you?” Military guy continues, wriggling slightly within his bonds. He’s wriggling a lot, actually, but Pretty doesn’t quite know if that’s something he shouldn’t allow. “What do you think’s going to happen to you, Pretty? You think they’re just going to let you walk out of here unharmed?” He scoffs and shakes his head. “They’re going to kill you and your friends over there. Shoot you down in a hail of bullets like they did the Barrow Gang. Only difference is that no-one’s ever gonna remember you.”
Pretty wipes his hand against his pants. His palms are starting to get sweaty. “No,” he says quietly, voice cracking from disuse. Military guy seems surprised that he can actually talk. “Won’t let anything happen to them.” He glances at Farry and Hyena out in the foyer, arguing with each other in hushed voices.
“Well, you better prepare to say your farewells, Pretty, because they're dead as you are.” Military guy wriggles and jitters with increasing fervour. “Not unless you put a stop to this yourself.”
“Not putting a stop to anything,” Pretty frowns, tightening his hold on his gun. “Farry’s smart. So is Hyena. They’ll both get us out of this like they always do.”
“Not this time,” Military guy says, suddenly becoming motionless. There’s a sense of unease growing in the gangster that he’s unable to comprehend. “Last chance, Pretty. Put a stop to this before anyone else gets hurt.”
Pretty pulses his jaw. He narrows his eyes and bares a glint of teeth. That always does well to scare people – but Military guy hardly flinches. “I said, I’m not putting a stop to anything–”
Military guy bursts from his bonds and leaps at Pretty, a pocket knife flashing through the air. The gangster hardly has time to react before he feels the blade plunging into the centre of his chest. He numbly drops the gun, grabs the guy on top of him (when did he fall onto his back?), tries to push him off. But the blade is yanked out of him, blood and viscera spraying in an arc, and plunging back down–
CRACK!
Military guy’s head snaps back. A small red hole between his eyes. Blood trickles down his face as he stares at Pretty, blankly, in shock. The light dims in his pale green eyes.
There’s a silence that extends an aeon.
And then he keels over. Pretty fuckin’ dead.
“Sorry,” Pretty whispers, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling.
Screams and sobs erupt, voices climbing within the echo chamber of the vault. Pretty winces at the head-splitting volume. Pain bores deep into his wounded chest, making it ache something fierce.
“You moron! What the fuck are you doing?” Farry clips into the vault and hauls the dead body off his downed grunt. His handsome face swims into view, full of irritated lines. “I told you to watch the hostages, not let them go on a fuckin’ rampage! Get up and do your fuckin’ job!”
Pretty nods and drags himself into the chair, one hand pressed tight over his bleeding chest.
“And if you don’t stop screaming, I’ll do the same to you as I did him,” Farry snarls at the hostages, jabbing his gun at the cooling corpse.
Almost instantly, the hostages clamp their mouths shut. Only quiet sobs and wet sniffs serve as the morbid ambience.
Farry sighs and grabs a first aid box from behind one of the tills. He tosses it at Pretty, who fumbles when he tries to catch it. “One more fuck up and you’re out. I have no patience for useless bastards like you. So don’t test me.” He gives the disfigured man a look of pure derision, before stalking back into the foyer.
Pretty swallows and glances down at the white box, allowing his wound to bleed freely and drench his dress shirt red. He stoops down, stifling a groan as he stretches his wound, and grabs his gun off the floor to holster. He tries not to look at the body (pale green eyes, like ma’s).
“That isn’t–” A soft voice starts, before cutting itself off. It’s the young woman from before, who Hyena wanted to ‘nibble on’. She’s watching the wounded man rummage through the white box with round eyes.
Pretty unbuttons his bloodied dress shirt and gingerly presses a wad of cloth to the leaking hole. Harsh pants edge through his clenched teeth in growls and groans. The pain is crushing. A pair of giant hands are squeezing his chest like it’s nothing more than a flimsy aluminium can.
When he presses against the wound to stem the blood, the pain turns rabid. It snarls and froths and bites into his flesh, gnaws at his very bones. His vision fills with static. His hands are starting to shake. He’s losing grip of his cognition. It hurts real bad. It hurts so bad I wanna cry.
“Bandages,” the young woman says, sharply. “Use that roll of bandages there. Wrap it around your chest – wrap it tight. Tight enough to hurt. Otherwise you’ll keep bleeding out.”
Pretty blinks at the woman, swaying as he tries to catch his breath. He sees the stern look on her pale face. Her tone is crisply authoritative. It makes him want to listen to her words.
He grabs the roll, clumsily winding the bandage around his chest. He yanks hard on the roll with every turn (tight enough to hurt) and he heaves as the crushing pain threatens to engulf him. He’s shaking too hard to do a proper knot, so he just tucks in the loose end. At the end of it, he slumps in the chair, resting for a moment, before trying to button up his shirt.
It’s like he’s fifteen years old again with his damned butterfingers (“You couldn’t use a button until you were in high school?!”).
“Mister…Robber, sir.” The woman’s voice probes his waning consciousness. “Sir, you have to stay awake. You have lost a lot of blood.”
Pretty huffs like he’s run a mile in ten seconds. He wipes the sweat from his eyes and tries to take stock of the hostages. Most are keeping to themselves, trying to keep their heads down. Some are warily watching him and the other two outside. The young woman is the only one who meets his eyes.
“Pretty,” he grunts, tugging the wings of his shirt together. He drops the white box at his feet and pulls his gun from the holster. He rests it upon his knee, barrel pointed to the wall. “My name’s Pretty.”
The young woman gives a nervous smile. She’s quite fair and homely, though her features are puffy from crying so much. Pretty reckons she shines, more than Farry or Hyena ever could. “Pretty. My name is Bethan. Or Beth as my friends like to call me.”
“Beth,” Pretty repeats, dumbly. He presses the palm of his free hand to his chest, closing his eyes briefly as the crushing pain flares. He releases a tremulous breath and opens his eyes. “How did you know about all that stuff?”
“I’m a doctor,” Beth smiles. “At least I’m studying to become one.”
“A woman doctor?” Pretty raises his brows.
“We do exist, you know.”
The gangster grunts in surprise.
Beth’s smile fades. Turns trepidatious. “Pretty, you need a hospital,” she says, her voice low and urgent. “You need stitches. Maybe even surgery if there’s extensive internal damage. If that wound gets infected, you could die. Do you understand me?”
Pretty shrugs. “Can’t do nothing right now about it.”
“Well…” Beth pauses, drawing in a shaky breath. She raises her chin and gives the gangster a wide smile. “You have me, don’t you? If you let me out of these ropes, I can treat you.”
“What are you doing?” A bespectacled man, who is dressed in tweed suit, hisses at Bethan. “Are you trying to get us all killed? Did you not see how they shot a man in front of us?!”
“I did,” Beth snaps back, “But a patient is a patient, and I am beholden to my oath.”
“The man’s an idiot,” another hostage snorts. This time it’s an old woman, heavily made up and soaked in perfume. She looks like she’s about to go to a gala. “If we get him involved, he’s sure to get us all killed.”
“I’m not so much of an idiot,” Pretty growls, turning the barrel of his gun to the hostages, “that I don’t understand english. No-one’s going anywhere. No-one’s doing anything. And I’m not untying you. So you keep quiet as Farry says, or I’ll blow a hole in your heads. Got it?”
Silence falls once more. Even Bethan seems to have been affected by his threat, for she lowers her head and says not another word.
There’s a flicker of regret. Pretty knows he’s gotta stand by what he says. People can see through empty threats, Farry once told him. If your threats aren’t empty, then no-one will ever doubt you. They won’t ever look you in the eye ever again.
What if I do want them to look me in the eye? Pretty’s spent his entire life being looked at, but never seen. It’s always his scars that they see. It’s either that or they avoid looking at him altogether.
Pretty can count four people who have ever looked him in the eye. His older sister, Giana. Farry. Hyena. And now Beth.
Pretty thinks about Gigi. He wonders if she’ll see him on the news today. He wonders if her husband, Michael, is treating her alright.
He drowses for the next several minutes. The air conditioning in the vault sends a chill over his sweat soaked skin. He can’t stop trembling, like he’s been caught in the middle of a blizzard.
“Pretty!” Farry rouses him with a smack upside the head. “Wake up, you fuckin’ lug. They got the news stations out there and they’ve been calling the bank non-stop.” He seems almost excited, like this is exactly what he’d been after.
Pretty clutches his burning chest and straightens up as best he can. Unbearable branches of pain shoot out from the centre of his chest, like lightning bolts carving through his flesh. He grits his teeth, trying to keep his voice in.
Farry continues blathering on, paying no mind to his brethren’s suffering. “I’m about to make some demands so we’re going to have to free someone. Pick whoever and bring them into the foyer. Hurry your ass up about it, alright?” He slaps a hand against Pretty's wounded chest and chuckles loudly when strangled cries follow him out of the vault.
Pretty rocks back and forth breathlessly, hands pressed protectively over his agitated wound. He feels blood seep through the bandages and stain his fingers.
There’s a terrible moment when he wonders if he could actually die from this.
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#whump#whump writing#villain whump#villain whumpee#bank robbery gone wrong#stab wound#blood loss#meet cute lol#is this hetero?>????#oh god#idk what this is lol#set in the 40s ig?
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Dylan O’Brien- Comic Con Interview
The cast of Teen Wolf and I are doing an interview. I'm currently stood between my boyfriend Dylan and best friend Holland
"Hi everyone I'm Tim Stack from Entertainment Weekly and I'm here with the cast of Teen Wolf, who brought the gun show today" he says looking at us referring to how we all have our arms on show, showing off either our muscles or just toned arms
"Thank you! YN, Shelly and I work out" Holland pats me on the shoulder
"Ladies you look wonderful"
"Thanks" Shelley, Holland and I say all at the same time also while smiling
"You woman look gorgeous, your really do"
"I didn't get the memo for trouser legs though" I say looking at Holland and Shelley. Shelley is wearing a 2 piece trouser, crop top combo while Holland is wearing a jumpsuit. I'm in a 2 piece long high waisted skirt and crop top
"A what sorry?"
"Oh like long pants"
"Ah I see. Your British aren't you YN?" Tim says pointing to me
"Yeah I am"
"You nearly wore a jumpsuit though today" Dylan says putting an arm around my waist
"Yeah Dylan actually choose what I'm wearing today" I giggle a little
"Amazing!" Tim smiles "now you guys have been to comic con before, so this is like..."
"No" Cody says shaking his head "this is my first time"
"It's your first time? oh my god what do you think?" Tim asks
"Uh it's overwhelming, yeah I'm wide eyed and taking it all in"
"YN you've been to comic con since the beginning with Holland, Tyler and Dylan. How is it for you guys? you know you've been here day one of Teen Wolf, how do you guys all feel coming to comic con?"
"Oh we love it. We're literally a family here so coming to comic con is kinda like a holiday for us, which I guess might be weird for people to hear because we do interviews, but the best way I can explain it is that we're on holiday, talking to the locals about something we're passionate about" I reply
"You guys are really passionate about Teen Wolf aren't you?" we all either say yes or nod our heads in reply "I don't think I've met a group of cast members so I'm proud and in love with their work. You all seem to just enjoy your job"
"For sure" Dylan says. I turn to look at him as he talks "like YN said we are a family so for us work doesn't feel like work and we're so grateful for this. You know we turn up on set and just have a laugh" I smile at Dylan then look back at Tim
"Yeah. I think coming here is my favourite thing to do as a group other than actually working and just generally hanging out" Tyler says
"The day we started filming for season 5A they've all been taking about comic con so I'm just super excited to be here" Cody says from standing behind me.
"Ok so I was thinking about this when I was watching the premiere. The town of Teen Wolf is so, wet. There's lots of rain"
"It's like being home in England" I laugh
"Are you like 'uh I have to be wet again' are you getting tired of this?" I try to hold back a laugh at how dirty this sounds "YN are you thinking about how you came over here to escape the rain?"
"Our rain tower is really good it's not that cold" Shelley answers while I still try to hold back a laugh "it's actually refreshing"
"You guys are seiners this year and I got a little misty when you err signed the book shelves"
"For AA battery" Holland jokes making me laugh
"Was that emotional for you guys?"
"Oh yeah it was super emotional for us" Tyler answers
"Yeah it's always hard when a cast member moves on especially if their character dies because you know they aren't coming back"
"Well YN this is Teen Wolf" Dylan laughs
"That's true who knows what's going to happened for next season"
"To be fair that scene took us like 8 hours to film" Shelley tells Tim
"Oh yeah. I kept trying to write let's go mets"
"Oh god you did" I groan "he's always trying to write mets or let's go mets somewhere"
"So your mets not yankys?"
"Yeah. I drive YN crazy when the baseball is on"
"He drags me to there games, but it's only fair because I drag him to Rupauls drag race" I laugh.
“So we all know that YN and Dylan, you’ve been dating now for a few years and in those few years your characters have been dating other people. How does that all work?”
“We both know that this is our job and we respect one another” Dylan replies
“Yeah at the end of the day it’s like kissing your best friend so half the time you just spend awkwardly laughing or in an awkward position. Like Tyler and I” I point to Tyler “we had to do a one night stand scene and it was so weird”
“Will YCN (your character name) have a love interest this season? we know she’s struggled with falling for the bad boys, she’s always been a little bit flirty with all of the boys and we’ve already seen her give the eyes to Theo so what’s the deal with YCN what’s going on”
“YCN has always been… what’s the word… she falls for people quickly whether they are good or not. She definitely ends up falling for more of the bad boys. Like we saw her have a internal battle with herself when Stiles was void. He obviously had a soft spot for her and she relished in that, but yeah as the season goes on we finally learn why she’s like that and maybe she does get a happily ever after or maybe she she’s just destined to fail in relationships and say single. We will have to wait and find out” we carry on answering questions until it’s time to move on to our next interview. Dylan holds my hand as we’re escorted by security to our next spot.
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After a long, quite literally heated night, she'd managed to make a decent getaway. Mayara walked along a busted up sidewalk, on her way home from a 'successful' run. She takes off her now singed crop sweater and ties it around her waist.
The street is empty, save for a few trolls dotted here and there; she decides it's fine to relax. Maya makes a few motions with her hands.
[Tonight was pretty crazy, Rami.]
Is she.... signing to herself? Clearly the conversation is aimed at whoever this "Rami" is, but she's walking by herself as far as most can see.
[What? No, I'm pretty sure no one got too hurt. You worry too much.]
She chuckles, and continues walking. For a moment, she's silent. As if waiting for her partner to finish speaking. The surroundings change from industrial warehouses and factories to crowded hives and stem clusters. They all look nearly the same; compact, made with cheap materials and held together by some miracle.
[Nah, plan went off without a hitch. I got the stuff I stashed awhile back.]
[Once we get hive I'll make sure all's well.]
Picking up the pace, she keeps moving towards a tall, narrow building. It has a storefront with a heavy-duty shutter blocking off the entrance and windows; the sign on the front reads "Makh-Up Armaments." A stroll down the alley along side it reveals a set of stairs that lead up to a door on the next story.
The inside is a modest-sized hive that sits above the store. Even though it seems a bit cluttered with mementos, art and various bits of tech, the place is clearly well taken care of. In the back is a small, personal workshop that's kept notably more tidy than the rest of the space.
Well, for now that is.
[Allllright Rami. Time to empty the ol' pockets.]
She ejects her modus into the nearest empty space. Clearly she hadn't done so in awhile, as it makes a much larger mess than expected. Scrap material, her tool bag, bits and bundles of wire... Oh, so that's where that solder went.
Right out on top are the most important packages: a large, sturdy black case and a slightly crushed cardboard box. Maya picks them out from the heap and promptly moves to her worktop.
In the case lies a pair of enormous twin pistols; the 16 inch barrels had been engraved and the grips fashioned with comfort in mind. She checks them over briefly, then gets to work on opening them up. Apparently she had removed the firing pins at some point, and only now is replacing them.
"S' a real shame the deal didn't go through as I hoped. If I'm bein' honest, I did kinda expect them to try n' skip out on payin' me. Nothin surprises me anymore. Eheh."
She's referring to the client that had ordered these weapons. They had made up their mind to eliminate the debt rather than pay it off, but clearly things didn't go as they planned.
"Man Rami, you shoulda seen the look on their faces when the gun didn't fire. Fuck-inngg hilarious."
Maya snorts, speaking out loud now. Apparently she was just nervous about looking insane in public earlier.
"Think they learned their lesson?...... Nah, me neither. Hah!"
It doesn't take long for her to put the firearms back in working order. Once they're finished, she stuffs them back into the case and wanders off to her respite block.
"Did I what now? I mean yeah, I guess I did.. I wasn't there to make friends though, so what's it to ya'?"
Maya plops backwards into a bean bag. She's clearly a little bothered by the response she got, based on the scowl she has on her face.
"Yeah well, it's nice that you care, but I can def handle makin' friends or whatever. I got you anyway, don't I?"
She begins to drift off in her seat, clearly exhausted from the recent events.
"Whatever dude. Clients don't make good friends. Not gonna.. happen."
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Cruella Hongjoong is God Tier Hongjoong. All hail Hongruella~!! The little ponytail was amazing. Probably the most iconic of all the HJ styles!
Waterbomb was A LOT to process. I am also not their strongest soldier! I was not only wounded by all the footage and photos, I was nearly fatally wounded. Choi San? Deadly. 💀😂
Oh my godddd! Those Woosan photocards?? They are SO cute. Ahhhhhhhh. I can't handle it. The ears? Wow. I totally get it, I would also want to take them everywhere.
This is probably because I had no internet for 10 days straight, but I had a dream about Mingi last week? I'm a vivid, lucid dreamer anyway.... but I touched his arms and istg it was the realest thing I've ever felt in a dream?? And then, when I woke up, I was thinking about it and I think it's kinda rare that I actually touch people in my dreams. It's happened, but not that often. And that made me curious about dreaming and dreams in general. What a strange, interesting thing it is, to be able to dream when we sleep. ☁️💤 /dream tangent
Let's see... some Ateez things that have caught my attention over the last fews days....
✨Yunho dressing up as Saiki for Mingi's birthday? ADORABLE. INCREDIBLE. AMAZING. FRIENDSHIP GOALS. I'm loving this whole 'dress up as a character they love' trend that's happening on the members' birthdays. I'm really looking forward to seeing what happens for Jongho. I literally have no idea what character it might be.
✨Mingi released his song?? I'm SO in love with it?? Ahhh, the talent!! It makes me feel SO much. It's sad but beautiful. 10/10. What a king. 👑🐺🐣
✨The clip of Mingi talking to a fan, asking her to show him the back of her 'Mingi' sign, only to discover it says 'Yunho'. The way he says 'ahhhh, it's okay, it's okay' ... it's so soft?? Heart? Melted.
✨San being so offended/upset on that show where they were discussing a husband selling all of his wife's merch without her knowing? I LOVE HIM SO MUCH FOR THAT. And he was right! The husband should get it all back, even if he has to beg. The actual audacity of that man. I would literally divorce him. 😑
✨Oh, and the YT live they did together! Wooyoung talking about the pregnant fan and San's expression in the back?? Hello?? He's too cute. ☺️💗
✨Also, Yunho witnessing SH basically caressing (????) HJ's hand in the same YT live?? Will Yunho EVER catch a break?? It's not looking likely. He must have witnessed so much. I feel like we've barely scratched the surface on the things he's seen.
✨Talking of Yunho... he really looks like Mingi in that T-pain dance insta he did with Wooyoung?? Just his outfit and the way his body moves... it's crazy.
Also on insta... The dinosaur/nyahhhh video of Hwa, Joong, San, and Jongho?? It makes me laugh so much every time I see it. We are blessed by these fools~!😂✨🦖
*hums the Jurassic Park theme tune*
On a slightly negative note. I wish they'd do more YT lives and less short videos on their app? Like come onnnnn. I miss Seonghwa's hour long lives of him just chatting. KQ are becoming monsters of capitalism. Let me have my silly men for free. Don't make me fight you.... 😩
Random but whenever I glance back over the previous ask to see what all I said/you’re responding to I realize that I make such an embarrassing amount of typos that I don’t catch. 🤣
Anyways, yess I love those cat ear pcs; I ended up adding San’s to one of the photo card holders that I keep on my bag.
That sounds like the absolute wildest dream! I almost never dream about idols either, the random one esp from back when I was writing fanfic still, they’d crop up here and there, but not often. That sounds insane. Those sort of super realistic dreams can be wild and so unsettling, so it’s a good thing this one wasn’t lol
✧ Mingi’s song was so pretty - what is this trend of super sappy/sad sounding birthday songs tho??? Please guys, getting older is not the end of the world V_V lmao
✧ I haven’t seen that clip of Mingi with the fan! But that’s so sweet, he is so soft for Yunho. During the zombie game this most recent wanteez they were adorable too.
✧ And that show was hilarious - San and Hongjoong were so delightful with them. I cracked up at the beginning when they brought up the period question and both their faces just O.O — good boys but still boys in the end 😂 (I appreciated the polite “we’re not qualified to speak on that” comment - rather than being grossed out, they knew they’d be entirely out of their element which was cute). San was so into these situations too, it was fun to watch him get so passionate about them.
✧ Yunho has had enough of this queer shit, someone give him a vacation far away from his group 😭 - I mean he’s just as bad but I’m sure he doesn’t see it that way. (Also yeah that TikTok he did with Wooyoung is going to be my new sleep paralysis demon - but yeah no you are 100% not the only one that thought that was Wooyo and Mingi; I watched it twice through before I realized the jaw was wrong for Mingi…. I think he raided his closet for the video though lol
✧ I am 100% sure that they convinced Jongho to do the dinosaur video by promising him an all you can eat meal, or his dorm to himself for a weekend - sleep or food, the ultimate motivators. (Either that or he lost a very massive bet).
✧ Ahh the TokToq situation. Like, okay I get the point of the one on one ability and all that, but they really need to make it more easily accessible. Do like maybe some for members only (and make those ones covered by the membership people pay for) and then do others for everyone, if they want their own app. Also please please for the love of god fix the translation problems. And make them not disappearing. It really needs a lot of work and unfortunately I think considering every other sms app like this is getting absorbed by the Langolier that is HYBE rn it’s just not a smart move to do - esp when YT and IG are already super accessible and everyone likes them. Hell even TikTok lives if they must. It’s just frustrating considering they could do so much more if they weren’t tying themselves to capitalistic gain (KQ, fans will spend money, I promise, put out more merch, more international fanmeets - you don’t need the 5-10 bucks that this app will gain you, I promise you can make more if you just promote your international group internationally.
✧ On a happier note tho I got my membership kit! The last group I bothered buying a membership for was bts and it took BigHit literally 11 to 13 months to bother sending it to me. And considering how small KQ is, I expected the same and wasn’t too worried about it - so when it showed up at my door on Friday I was so delighted.
The tarot style cards are so cute. I decided to pull out 22 and sleeve them to use as an actual major arcana readings deck (some conversions ofc - like The Emperor is now The Sea King, Death is now The Wolf, The Devil is now Desire, etc) - I’m waiting on the sleeves to come now.
I was so happy to see that they put the little fortune telling answer book in both english and korean, and it’s such a nice cute little size. I don’t want to give too many spoilers if you’ve not gotten yours yet/don’t want spoilers but it’s so nice.
✧Oh! Speaking of tarot I learned they’re making a Good Omens tarot deck, it’s coming out end of November. I preordered it, call it an xmas gift lol - I love Good Omens, it’s by far one of my favorite novels of all time and I adore the show (David Tennant has always been a favorite actor and he’s such a good person, and Michael Sheen is so sweet… Ironically rn my kid is watching Dr Who for the first time with me and we just finished Tennant’s arc, he was so upset when he regenerated - I felt bad but also… a whole mood kid, 10 is my Doctor).
And! On the tarot path, so my friend and I were joking around when I was trying to figure out how to convert Ateez’s deck to a proper tarot deck, and we joked that I have enough idols now that I could make a whole kpop deck and now I can’t get the idea out of my damn mind 🤣
Also I found this photo a few days ago and may have had a stroke and I simply cannot stop staring at it lol
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We're no strangers to love You know the rules and so do I (do I) A full commitment's what I'm thinking of You wouldn't get this from any other guy (Spoiler Warning!!)
So, I just saw the final evolution for the spinach cat.
I really don’t like it. I wouldn’t mind if it was a biped, but it’s going over the “GameFreak knew exactly what they were doing” trope once again. I don’t mind feminine Pokemon, (I am female myself, so saying I have a distaste towards it would be kinda weird) but, my lord, GameFreak is just begging for this guy to get bulldozed with R34. And yes, I am aware that this happens with every Pokemon.
If I do get the game, I’m not going to pick Sprigatito. If I want to pick it, I’m just going to settle with it’s middle evolution and move on. (I saw it for the rest of the starters too, so I guess I’m going with Fuecoco. It’s pretty neat) Aside from that, what I’m going to be fucking sick of, (Pardon my language) is the cropped r34 youtube thumbnails, and slideshows, the “NOOO, It’s standing on two legsss!1!” comments, and those coomers, who are boasting about how much they want to screw a Pokemon. That’s probably the one of the few things that’s going to drive me crazy. I swear if we didn’t bring up the “All feet on the floor” thing, we wouldn’t have to listen to more and more of those fucking fans who complain and wail over this bullshit. The “Fire/Fighting Type” joke was less grave.
Oh my Lord. Anyway, this’ll be my final statement, I don’t like it. Not because it’s a biped or feminine, I just not a fan of it’s “bait” build.
If you like it, that’s cool. You’re entitled to your taste in pokemon.(as long as your not relying on that one group of some certain pokemon for reasons I know, but don’t want to know why.)
Well, this is the pokemon community, nothing blows off easily.
This fucking community man.
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backstage fun
warnings: wooyoung x (fem) reader
genre: just straight smut
word count: 2400
warnings: some wholesome, family-friendly smut, daddy kink, oral pleasure (fem receiving), hickies, praise kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), aftercare, kinda fluff at the end if you squint.
-smutty oneshot of wooyoung giving his girl what she wants before their comeback stage. I'm writing this for my friend, Emma, we have an unhealthy obsession with this man even though he is neither of our biases. dear god, please enjoy and help me out with any warnings I might have missed. Long time reader of smut but first time writer so please be kind :)
fyi, this oneshot was inspired by the THANXX comeback stage on m countdown, just if you were curious hehe! Enjoy babes <3
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“Baby are you going to be okay here?” Wooyoung said, lifting my face to his with both of his hands. I couldn’t help but feel my lips tug upwards. We are backstage at their latest comeback stage for their song THANXX, there are a million things going on around us and here he is, worrying about me. “Yes Woo, I’ll be fine right here.” I say wrapping my arms around his lower waist and bringing his hips to meet mine. His hands move from my face and gently glide down my neck, shoulders and arms until they take their rightful place on my hips. “Baby..” He gives me a warning smirk, his eyes scanning my body and the rather cropped shirt and short skirt I’m wearing. He knows what I’m trying to do. No matter how many warnings or punishments he may threaten me with, I just love teasing him. “Yes, Wooyoung?” I say through my eyelashes and make sure to bat them a little extra at him. He knows that I only call him that when I want to push him.
His jaw tightens and his grips hardens around my waist, closing what little space was separating us. I move my hands up his abs and over his shoulders until I reach his biceps. His dresser really did me a favor by giving Wooyoung a tight black muscle tee. I have access to his strong arms and the shirt really doesn’t leave much to the imagination. I can see his eyes growing dark as I continue to play innocent. It has been a while since we had the time or energy to have sex. He has been busy with the latest comeback and I have been swamped with school work. He knows just how needy I can be and he said he would make up for how absent he has been once things with the comeback slowed down.. But I can’t wait any longer. I need him, right now. My arms have now moved so they are resting around his neck giving him complete access to me. He drags his eyes over my lips and licks his own in return. He's just as desperate for me as I am him. “We can’t now baby, I need to go rehearse the stage.” His voice is saying one thing but his grip on me isn’t lessening and his gaze only sharpens to the other parts of my face and upper body. I put a little pout on my face and lean in so I can speak softly in a way that drives him crazy. “Please, daddy.” He stills. I can feel his dick harden, now straining against his purple camo pants. He breathes out a deep sigh and then he makes his move. His lips are on mine faster than I can realize. He seizes his opportunity to sneak his tongue into my gasped mouth and wrestles it with my own. His hands grip my ass and give its fullness a bruisingly wonderful squeeze. He spins me around, breaking the kiss, so I’m now partially bent over the makeup desk he and his fellow group members were just getting ready at. “Don’t you dare fucking move y/n, or else you won’t get a good fucking.” He turns around and quickly strides over to the door to lock it. He’s trying to seem cool and collected, but in the reflection of the mirror I am now in front of, I can see how his shoulders and hands are shaking with need. He turns towards me and our eyes meet.
He almost looks scary when he’s so over taken by desire. He is such a breathtaking man with the way he carries himself and cares for those he cares about. He might seem like the joker to all of their fans, but I get to see the real him, who puts those he cares about before himself even when he shouldn’t. He makes his move towards me, never breaking eye contact. My knees tremble under the weight of his stare. My face goes flush as a rush of warmth runs through my lower stomach. No man I have ever been with before has ever made me feel an ounce of what Woyoung does. When he finally reaches my shaky state, he lines his hips up with my ass so I can feel the imprint of his dick on my ass. “Can you feel what you do to me baby?” His hands wrap around my waist and he pushes himself even more onto my still clothed ass. I stifle my moan at the contact but Wooyoung tsks at me. “No baby girl, I want to hear every single sound that you make for me, okay?” Before I can even respond, he repeats the previous motion and urges a moan to escape from my lips. His fingers grip tightens, and I do hope that they leave a mark. Lost in the beginnings of the haze of pleasure, he breaks the contact and when I turn to look back at him I see he's on his knees, still facing me. “You're going to be a good girl for me and turn around while I eat my baby out.” He flips the bottom of my skirt up over my ass and the only thing left between him and my soaking pussy is a black cotton thong. “Fuck baby, you are so wet for me huh?” He says now running is hands up my legs spreading me even wider for him. When his hands reach my thighs he begins to leave hickies along the soft flesh my knees almost give out at the contact. I grab a hold of the other side of the desk and Wooyoung locks my knees and holds me upright. He, very fucking slowly, makes his way up to my throbbing pussy and gives me a lick over my thong. I shake in response. “Woo.. p-please.” I barely manage to get out, my voice filled with unspoken moans. “I guess you will have to be taught a lesson about teasing me at work later. For now I will give you what you want, but mark my words baby, when we get home, I won’t be so giving.” I barely had time to process the warning because he had my underwear pushed to the side and his mouth on my pussy in a matter of seconds. A loud moan escaped my lips and the contact caused me to jerk forward into the desk. Wooyoung kept me in place with his two hands around each of my thighs and began to perform magic with his tongue. He swirled his tongue around the spot most men seem to have the most trouble finding… causing me to moan even louder and push my hips back towards his face never wanting the pleasure to end. He sucks and flicks at my clit with his tongue and in a matter of minutes he has my release flooding through my body and sweat now pooling on my back and on my brow. My legs would have given out if it weren’t for Wooyoung stabilizing me. Once he’s satisfied with my orgasm I hear him get to his feet and unzips his pants. My toes curl in anticipation. He reaches forward and brings my back to meet his chest as his dick rests at my entrance. “Now baby, I know you like to scream out my name, but I’m going to need you to be the good little girl you are and keep quiet for me. Can you do that, baby?” His hands wrap around my neck as his other one snakes down to rub slow and lazy circles around my already sensitive clit. Unable to speak with the anticipation of him filling me up and his fingers bringing me closer to finishing once again, I manage a nod. “No, no, no baby, I need to hear you say it.” His words cause more warmth to flood my lower stomach and now has my last orgasm wetting the tip of his dick. “Y-yess daddy.” I say in a hoarse tone. He places soft kisses along my neck and jaw until he reaches my mouth and ravishes me with a heart-swooning kiss. “You’re such a good girl for me.” He says ending the anticipation and shoves his dick inside my pussy hard. I go to let out a scream but his hand was there to stop it. “I know baby girl, but you can take what I
give you.” He says letting me adjust to his size before he continues to move in and out of me. The pain now turning into immense pleasure has me moaning into his hand. His lips reconnect with the sweet spot at the crook of my neck. That with the slow movement of his hips connecting with mine and the still lazy movements of his fingers on my clit should have me coming all over his dick soon enough. He must feel my walls beginning to clench around him because he lifts his head to say, “Not yet baby, you only get to cum when I say you can, got it?” His movements begin to quicken and with my back arch up against him, it allows him to reach even deeper inside me. “Woo- daddy, pl-lease, I-i can’t t-take much mor-re.” I stammer out as best as I can as the pleasure fills my head and leaves my mind mostly blank. My fingers go white with my grip on the edge of the desk and my head now completely laying on Wooyoung’s shoulder as he rams his dick into me. The tip of his dick now hitting the spot inside me straight on causing my knees to buckle once again. He loosens his grip on my neck and lays my upper body on the desk, sliding the contents ontop onto the ground in a clash, his one hand now making more precise movements on my clit and the other one holding me in position for him to pound inside of me. The room begins to fill with our moans and the sound of our skin meeting. His movements start to waiver and his breaths become uneven. “Come baby, be a good fucking girl and come on my cock.” That was all he had to say to having me cumming all over his dick. He chased my orgasm shortly after filling my pussy with his release. Thank god I’m on birth control because there is nothing better than the feeling of his cum dripping down my legs. After a few short minutes he moves himself out of me and makes sure that I’m stable before he goes to get a towel to clean us up. He gently wipes my oversentized parts clean and helps me into an extra pair of his sweatpants. My eyes now heavy with both pleasure and exhaustion, he moves me over towards the couch in their dressing room. “No” I protest. “Woo, I wanted to watch you and the other guys perform.” I say even though I yawn and lean even more into his arms as he moves me to sit on the rather comfy couch. “I know, baby, but you did such a good job for me. You were so good and made yourself so tired.” He says as he moves some hair that he knocked loose from my clip, back behind my ear. My eyes grow heavier as I try to tell him I’m not tired. He places a sweet kiss on my forehead, tip of my nose and then on my lips after he’s laid me down on my back. He covers me with something but I’m already dozing off before I can tell what it is. With another peck on the lips, I hear him mumble something before the distant sound of a lock and then the closing of a door.
The rustling of clothes and low mumble of voices pull me from my sleep. My mind is dazed and I can't remember where I am or why I was asleep. Then it all hit me like a bus. Wooyoung and I had had sex, in the dressing room, IN THE PREFORMANCE CENTER. Oh my god, I am so embarrassed. I try to turn away so none of the members or possibly staff notice that I am awake. I heard someone tell the others to shut up and then footsteps coming towards me. The edge of the cushion sinks with the weight of someone's body, “Baby, how are you feeling?” A tiny wave of relief washes over me as I hear Wooyoung’s sweet voice. I turn over to see him looking even more tired than I am. “Yeah I’m fine Woo. How are you? You don’t look so good.” I start to sit up but Wooyoung urges me to lie back and keep resting. “I’m fine, baby. We are just packing up to leave now.” I look away from Wooyoung’s face and see his fellow members and staff getting ready to leave for the day. “If you’re done already that means..” I slept for over 4 hours! Wooyoung takes my face in his hands and connects his lips with mine. I can’t help but melt into him. “That’s enough from you two.” Hongjoon says from the desk that Wooyoung and I.. uh used earlier. He’s bent over picking up the products and hair styling tools Wooyoung pushed off earlier. My face starts to heat up with the realization that the members knew what we were doing in here earlier. “Sorry Joonie!” I say before I hide my face in Wooyoung’s chest. His arms wrap around my back and pull me in closer to him. I hear Hongjoon mumble some complaints but I know deep down he’s happy for us. “Woo, you really need to rest too. You need to take care of yourself too sometimes.” I say letting out a sigh into his slightly sweaty chest. “I know baby, but that's why I have you now don’t I? To help remind me to put myself first every once in a while.” He rested his chin on the top of my head, no doubt with a goofy and satisfactory grin now adorning his chiseled facial features. Maybe I’ll start coming backstage with the boys more often. It's kind of fun.
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Beach Night Part 2
warnings: swearing, alcohol, HEAVY SMUT 18+ (over stimulation, kissing, oral- fem and male receiving, protected sex- the pill babes)
requested: YESS A THOUSANDS TIMES YES
a/n: y/n and drew relieve the sexual tension that has so dramatically developed. by the end of the night drew and y/n can thank Maddy ;)
part 1
word count: 3.1K
A loud abrupt knock on the window broke the kiss between you and drew. you pulled your towel back up around you while drew opened the door a little. a tipsy Maddy on the other side of the door invited you and drew to come back to the pit to play "extreme truth or dare?" Drew said with confusion on his face. "YES, extreme truth or dare, we're gonna expose your darkest secrets Starkey" Maddy teased to him. He rolled his eyes before agreeing telling her we'll come over in a minute. she happily skips away back to the group. He closes the door and turns back to her. "Well i guess we're gonna have to put this on pause" "Yeah i guess so" you say back to drew before he starts kissing you again. He pulls way after a minute "Okay i'll let you get dressed" drew says before putting his own shirt back on and going back to the fire. You get dressed but not in your own clothes. you put on the grey sweatpants drew was wearing earlier and his flannel over your crop top walking back over to the fire with a slight confidence in your step knowing your attire will drive drew crazy. as you walk over he stares at you and clears his throat as you sit down next to him. the memory of your naked body replaying in his head as you're next to him in his clothes. Drew's thoughts get interrupted when Maddy says "I'll go first, Mads truth or dare" Madison reply's with truth causing Maddy to think before saying "most awkward hook up experience, go" Madison paused think for a moment before laughing and saying "Okay one time in college i was a freshman he was a sophomore and we were walking back to his dorm, because you know it was getting a little steamy and when we got to his dorm, it was a MESS, clothes everywhere unclean bowls and stuff it was disgusting" everyone shuddered in disgust as Madison went on with the story "and so i kinda just shrugged it off because you know he was attractive and stuff but anyways, we start doing it you know and some how i fell off the bed and i landed on a half eaten apple and a nasty slice of pizza, the crust was molding. i gagged when i saw it" she said while laughing "I said to him you know what, this place is nasty call me when you clean this place up. and i grabbed my clothes and walked out of there and he was speechless" everyone bursted out laughing at the story. "Okay my turn, JD truth or dare" Madison asked JD who responded with "Dare, give me a good one" she laughed slightly evil before saying "I dare you to skinny dip right now into the ocean" his eyes widened as every one started laughing he rolled his eyes before standing up and removing his jacket and grabbing a towel and walking closer to the shore. he stripped his clothes and ran into the water yelping as it hit against him. everyone broke out into laughter as he can running out and grabbing his towel and clothes. he came and sat down then said "That was torture, you know i'm gonna get you back" she rolled her eyes humming in response. JD then asked Maddy truth or dare to which she oh so obviously picked dare. "Give Chase a lap dance" which she happily obliged to getting up and going over to straddle chase and dance seductively against him. after a few minutes Maddy let up and moved to go back to her spot next to chase but he kept her from doing so all of us knowing to was to hide his hard-on.
Maddy made herself comfortable on his lap before asking "Drew, truth or dare?" too which he responded "Uhh dare i guess" Maddy giggled looking in your direction and drew knew exactly where she was gonna go with her dare for him. "i dare you... to... shot gun a seltzer with y/n and how ever many seconds it takes both of you is how many items of clothes you both have to remove" your eyes widened at Maddy's dare "Hold on Maddy don't bring y/n into this" he said "drew it's okay i can handle some stripping " you said as you walked over to the cooler to grab two truly's. you handed one to him and you both poked your holes and got ready. "on my count, 3.. 2.. 1 GO" Rudy counted down and you both shot gunned them down. to Maddy's disappoint drew finished rather quickly, you only a second behind him, your gas station shotgun came in handy. you removed your flannel, sweatpants and cropped top which left you only in your bra and undies which thankfully weren't all that exposing. but still made drew stare, who had to remove his shirt and swim shorts which left him in the boxer briefs he was oh so glad to be wearing under. "Okay okay my turn, chase truth or dare" drew asked chase to which he chose truth. "i dare to swap clothes with Maddy" they both chuckled before undressing and swapping clothes, chase's baggy on Maddy and Maddy's clothes tight on chase. the group laughed at how stupid chase looked.
the night and game went on before it was inevitably back to maddy. "Y/n truth or dare" "dare, who do you think i am" you responded to her quiry "i dare you to play 7 minutes in heaven with drew in his truck" you raised your eyebrows at her before standing up and taking drew's hand in yours and taking him over to the truck, you both climb in and set the timer for 7 minutes. before you could even lock your phone drew pulls you onto his lap and kisses you lips, his urgency and need in the kiss only made it hotter. he started to feel your body as your hands ran up and down his chest feeling his tones muscles and abs under your finger tips. his hands landing on your waist moving your hips to grind into him. only being in his briefs left very little to your imagination, you could see his dick imprint growing as he grinded your hips into his, breathy moans and whimpers leaving your's and his mouths. your chest rising and falling rapidly has he continued down to neck leaving deep purple bruises behind, moans leaving your mouth as his size rubbed against your clothed bundle of nerves and drew kissing your sweet spot on your neck. A groan left drew's lips when you scratched at his chest from the movement of your hips against him. drew's hands moved from your hips to your butt, his finger tips going under the clothe of your underwear. his hands massaging your butt and grinding your hips into his. he started to move his hands closer to your core that was already dripping, but just as he did the timer went off startling you. “Seven minutes was definitely not enough” he says breathless from your kiss. “i think you’re right” you respond back to his comment. “i think we should head back” drew suggests and you agree hopping out the backseat of his truck and heading back to the group. “wow drew seven minutes, you gotta work on that buddy” rudy teased at drew. “shut yup” drew said rolling his eyes. “Maddy can we put our clothes back on it’s freezing” drew asks as you cuddle into him for some sort of warmth as you two sat back down with everyone else. “yeah i guess, you guys are no fun” maddy answered. drew rolls eyes as he hands you your clothes, you both sigh in contempt as you both put on the warm clothes heated by being near the fire. you sit back down leaning your head on drew’s shoulder. the night and game went on, maddy finishing any seltzer or beer in the coolers. you hadn’t dranken since your dare with drew. 1 am came rolling around and everyone decided to head back to their apartments and call it a night. you and drew gathered your things and headed to the truck, with your items in the back you hopped in the passenger seat and drew in the
drivers side starting the engine up and handing you the aux cord trusting your taste in music. you rolled the windows down for that late night summer breeze. you made drew regret his decision of giving you the aux cord and decided to tease him. playing two feet and chase atlantic teasing him with their slower sensual songs. his hand resting on your thigh squeezing as he heard the music playing, a smirk coming onto his lips. you shifted in your seat turning the volume up a little. your ride came to an end pulling into the he parking garage of your apartment complex. agreeing to go to drew’s apartment you grab your things and head up. entering in you put your things down and head over to the couch and take a seat.
drew comes over and takes the spot next to you after putting a few things away and flicks on the tv. “so what do you wanna watch?” he asks you flipping through hulu. you take the remote from him and flick the tv off before climbing onto his lap, straddling him “i don’t really want to watch anything right now” you whisper to him. “yeah?” he says in a low whisper as he grips your butt grinding you into him a little. “yeah” you say lowly. “then what do you want to do?” he asks in a hushed tone smirking. “i have a few ideas” you say before leaning in and connecting you lips to his, drew groans at the connection of your lips, he glides his tongue against your bottom lip asking for permission to explore your mouth. he starts moving and grinding your hips into his more and more eliciting a moan from you, his hard-on becoming evident against your core, wanting his attention there. you start scratching at his chest and abs gripping his biceps feeling them flex as a squeezes your behind. "i think we should take this to the bedroom" he says between kisses. "I think you're right." you say, he picked you up effortlessly and wraps your legs around his waist taking you into his room. He drops you on the bed and crawled over you making home between your legs. He connects his lips to yours, he reaches his hand above and behind you and turns on the LED lights you put up for him a few months ago. you giggled as the red lights lit up his room. he than grabbed your hips and flipped you over to be straddling him. he sat up and swiftly removed his shirt and kissing you again. he moved his hands to underneath your shirt, you pulled away and removed your shirt before kissing him again. he unclasped your bra and threw it somewhere in the room. he hands reaching up to knead your breasts. before missing down your neck and to you boob taking your nipple into his mouth and kneading the other with his hand, chills rushing up your spine as his ring came in contact with your skin. you moaned at the contact of his mouth to your chest, your hands in his hair pulling slightly at the feeling. he left deep purple marks on your chest and he grounded your hips into his before kissing his way back up to your lips again. You reached down between you two and started to palm Drew over his pants he groaned into the kiss as you began to untie his pants. he grabbed your wrist as you began to reach into his pants. "Patience sweetheart" he said to you before flipping you both over.
he moved down your body and to your legs kissing your inner thighs over your pants. getting closer and closer to your core to where you needed him most. he began to reach up and untie the sweatpants you had stolen from drew few hours ago. he slid your pants down and threw them to where he threw your bra earlier. he began kissing your thighs again and finally reached your core kissing you over your clothed heat. he reached up and slid your panties off. "fuck drew" was the only thing that came out of you mouth. it could only come out as a breathy whisper. he licked a strip up your slit causing a moan to escape your lips. he sucked on your clit as he teased your hole with his fingers. slowly he gathered us your wetness and began to slowly insert his middle finger inside you and pump and curl his fingers. a moan escaping your lips and your hands gripped onto his hair and pulled slightly causing a low groan to release from drew's mouth cause a vibration to send into your clit adding to the stimulation. he quicked the speed of his fingers and added a second one stretching you out more. "fuck drew im close, don't stop" he began to curl his fingers inside you more "yes just like that drew, just like that" you moaned out only causing drew to work more for you to cum "cum for me baby. cum on my face" his words were all it took to push you over the edge and release. drew felt you clench around his fingers as your legs began to shake around his head. he lapped up your arousal as it leaked out of you. he set up and licked his fingers clean from your cum. "fuck drew, i need you inside me right now" "yeah?" he said crawling over you "yes drew, right now" you begged his as he started to kiss your neck and the sweet spot under your ear. you palmed over his pants as he continued to work on your neck biting and sucking. "Oh fuck y/n" you pushed down his pants and continued to palm him over his boxers. "fuck drew please get inside of me" you begged him "as you wish princess" he sat up and removed his boxers and threw threw them with the rest of your clothes. his dick sprung free and slapped against his stomach. he leaned down and crawled back over you. his tip rubbed against your heat, teasing your entry. Drew lined himself up with you before ramming into. a pornographic moan from the base of your throat escaped your mouth. "fuck baby, your feel so good around my dick" his pace was fast and hard, he moved your leg over his shoulder to get a better angle inside of you. reaching your g-spot over and over again. the only sounds that can be heard was skin against skin, moans and whimpers and drew praising you. "fuck baby girl, you're perfect" "yes drew just like that, don't stop" drew pulled out of you and flipped you onto your stomach and pulled your hips back into him and rammed into you from behind, arching your back and grabbed your hair into a makeshift pony tail and put his hand on the small of your back. "fuck drew i'm so close don't stop" you warned him, he could feel you starting to clench around him. "hold it baby" he picking up his pace hitting your g-spot over and over again. he pulled you up against his chest and wrapped his arm around your chest to hold you in place, he reached down and started to rub circle on your clit with his fingers. his hips began to sputter, "do it baby let go. cum for me" between drew ramming into you and rubbing your clit his word sent you spiraling. shaking in his arms. he pulled out of you white strings of cum shooting onto his stomach as you fell onto your side, cum leaking out of you onto your thighs. drew plopped down on the bed next to cum still on his abs and chest. cheats rising and falling quickly. heavy breaths only thing being heard. "wow, that was more than i dreamt it would be" you admitted "You dreaming about me sweetheart?" he teased you. "i'm gonna take a shower, care to join" you said hinting at the cum on his chest and stomach. as he laugh you admired the way his abs and biceps flexed as he did. as you stood up your legs gave out from under you causing drew you chuckle. "its not
funny" you said partially laughing. "i've fucked you to being unable to walk" he said giggling. he got up and grabbed his t-shirt off the floor the whipped his chest off before walking over to you and picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the bathroom. he set you down but kept a grip on you as you help on to him. he turned on the shower and grabbed to towle for you.
you both got into the shower and relaxed under the warm water as it hit your skin. drew help onto you with his arm around your waist and your head leaning on his chest. "lets see do you want mint orrrr cool citrus" he asks you. you picked your head up and looked at him looking over you at the shampoos, you giggled before answering "ummm i'll take mint please" You got it" he responded and reached behind you and grabbed the bottle. opening it and putting some into the palm of his hand before lathering it into your hair. you sat there admiring the man as he shampooed your hair after fucking you till you couldn't walk. he spun you too around and walked you back into the water rising the shampoo out. he grabbed the matching conditioner bringing in through your hair "You know, you have a lot of hair" he said laughing "using up all of my shampoo and conditioner" he said jokingly "i'm sorry, my mom keeps telling he to cut it but i would never" you said laughing "No it's okay, i like the long hair it suits you" "thank you" you said he grabs his body wash and the loofa and put some on before turning you around and washing you off, after rising your body and hair off drew washed his hair and such after you. finally stepping out of the shower and drying off he gave you a t-shirt of his and a pair of boxers for you to wear. you got into bed with him as he read through his phone. you cuddled into him and he brushed your hair with his finger mindlessly as he looked at his phone reading an article he found on instagram. as he brushed your hair and ran his fingers over your back you drifted off to sleep, reminding yourself to thank maddy when you saw her next
Thank you everyone for reading! i love you all so much and hope you enjoyed the story, much more will be coming soon
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Tequila confessions
JJ lets out a sigh at the sight of his best friend. He'd been late to the kegger and more than ready to relax and have fun with his friends, he knew almost immediately that his plans were going to be very different.
"JAIII," She's slurring as she shouts, stumbling a little over nothing as she approaches him.
"Hey sunshine," He coos lightly, tucking her into his side as he points Kie a sharp glare.
She holds her hands up in surrender "That girl is crazy," Kie defends, causing the girl to let out a gasp, turning to fight back but seemingly forgetting she was mad in the first place when she actually sees Kie, instead moving to go and hug her friend, she's kept in place though by JJ's arm around her shoulder.
"Seriously Kie, I asked you to keep an eye out for her for like a couple hours cause I had work," JJ complains, it was no secret amongst the pogues that she couldn't hold her drinks, she could casually drink on the boat all day but the minute she was in a party setting she would wind up pissed.
"It's not my fault girls from school wanted to do tequila shots and-"
"Shit! You know she voms on tequila," JJ grumbles
"No, we don't all know every little thing about her," Kie defends, JJ rolls his eyes, glancing to see if she had realised what Kiara meant, she seemed to be entertaining herself by playing with the ends of his fingers that hang around her shoulder. "C'mon, I'll get you a beer," Kie offers.
JJ sighs, he does want to drink with his friends, smoke a bit too. It had been a long day and he needed to relax. He knows though that if his best friend has done tequila shots she'll be feeling ill within minutes and he wants to be able to look after her properly.
"I should probably skip, get this one home," He admits, squeezing the girl in his arms a little, seemingly drawing her attention back to him.
"I'm not going home," She argues, still slurring
"Sunshine, you gotta. You'll be feeling poorly soon and-"
He cuts himself off when she makes a dash for it. Leaving his tight grip and sprinting across the beach to John B who reaches out immediately to steady her and stop her from falling.
"Fuck it. Where's the beer Kie?" JJ decides.
He settles at the campfire, drinking slowly so as to stay sober and look after her when she inevitably needs him. A group of touron girls are talking to him, pawing for attention and he's half listening, his eyes are zoned in on her though.
He watched as she danced with Sarah.
He watched as she played beer pong with some kook boys, not sure if he was mad because she was already drunk enough or because they all kept trying to touch her. He figured it's probably the latter.
He watched as she splashed Pope in the shallow water.
Unable to help himself, a large grin spreads across his face as he watches her approach him. She's reaching out and making grabby hands at him, confidently shoving her way through the girls surrounding him to sit next to him. She doesn't need to worry about it, he's always dropped everything to be with her.
She sits silently, head cocked to the side, eyeing JJ with great concentration despite her glassy eyes. He takes the moment to look at her, glowing in the light from the fire and biting her bottom lip slightly, she always does when she's focused.
"Your face is stupid but I like it. I like your stupid...it's so...I like it. Can I touch it?"
"Course you can sunshine," He's grinning widely and can practically feel himself melting when her hand reaches out, stroking his cheek gently.
"JJ can I tell you something?" She's trying to whisper but her voice is no where near quiet, hand still cupping his face.
"You can tell me anything," He reassures, hand going to her knee to rub comforting circles on the skin
"I feel icky,"
"You wanna leave?" He asks, his voice soft
"I wanna be with you,"
"Well obviously I'm leaving with you, christ sunshine, wasn't just gonna let you wander off home all alone,"
"But you just got here and then I'll ruin your night-" He can tell she's about to ramble so he decides to cut it off quickly
"I'd rather be with you anyway. Alright?" He speaks so softly that if anyone who knew him and hadn't seen him around her before were to see they'd struggle to believe it was him at all.
**
JJ prides himself on how attentive he is to her needs. No matter the situation he knows what she wants.
Tonight is no different, she's leaning over the toilet of the chateau, JJ is standing behind her rubbing her back comfortingly as he holds her hair back.
She pulls away from the toilet, her face a little sweaty and immediately JJ is passing her a glass of water. She pats the floor next to her and JJ immediately sits. "I wanna give you something," She sighs, her head falling to JJ's shoulder as she hiccups a little
"What is it?" He asks, hand once again finding it's home on her knee, his thumb rubbing gently
"My heart. I wanna give you my heart. How do I do it?" She springs up off his shoulder again, looking at him intensely
"Might take a surgery, we'll leave that one for tomorrow yeah?" He questions gently. He knows he can't let himself, even for a second, think she means what's she's saying. She's intoxicated and she's a sappy drunk and he can't set himself up for that kind of heart break.
"Tomorrow though?"
"Yeah sunshine," He nods.
"You're my best friend JJ, but don't tell Kie," She whispers, although it's still not quiet
"You're mine. But don't tell John B," He hums in response, watching her with a wide smile as she grins, rocking back and forth a little.
"I really love you," She admits, her eyes almost look scared
"I really love you too,"
"No like I really love you. Like I wanna have your babies and be with you all the time kinda love you,"
"You are drunk. You don't know what you're saying," He's more telling himself than her.
"NO!" She shouts, gasping dramatically as though she's offended. "I'm not drunk. If I was drunk could I do this?"
He sits silently for a few seconds, watching as she seems to glare at him instensly.
"What is it you are doing sunshine?" He questions
"I-I'm sending you my love. Did you not get it?" She almost looks like she's about to cry and JJ acts quickly, pulling her into a tight hug. "Can we sleep now blondie?"
"Of course sunshine," He agrees immediately. He lifts her from the floor with ease, placing her onto the bed in the room that might as well belong to him. He makes her down another water, helping her out of her jean shorts and crop top and helping her into one of his tshirts. Passing her a cotton pad with her makeup remover on.
She snuggles into the mattress pulling the duvet up to just under her eyes as she watches JJ get ready for bed. He turns around to face her "Thought you were taking your makeup off sweetheart?"
"No. I want cuddles,"
"You can have cuddles after you take your make up off," he instructs, she sighs dramatically but rubs at her face with the cotton pad.
He climbs into bed next to her, opening his arms and immediately she snuggles into them, tucking her head under his chin and wrapping her arms around him, he holds her close, rubbing her back gently.
"I really am in love with you JJ,"
"Tell me again after you've slept and I'll be yours. Okay sunshine?"
"Okay," She agrees, smiling when she feels him press a kiss to the top of her head "You'll say it back though, right?" She questions, her voice slowly becoming more drowsy
"I promise,"
**
JJ wakes up to see her still in his arms. She's awake though, staring at him from his chest.
"Are you watching me sleep like a creeper?"
"Are you gonna say it?" She enquires immediately, he doesn't like the way his heart swells, maybe she meant it? maybe it wasn't just her drunk ramblings?
"You need to learn how to hack a drink," He scolds lightly
"Not that JJ,"
"I'm in love with you," He speaks quietly, she jumps immediately, sitting up to straddle him and pulling him up with her.
"I wanna kiss you,"
"Then kiss me," He grins, he doesn't think he's ever been happier.
"I haven't brushed my teeth,"
"I don't care," He laughs a little and she giggles
"I do. C'mon," She pulls him from the bed to follow her.
They brush their teeth, JJ's arms wrapped around her waist as they do so and the second both their toothbrushes are back in the little holder his lips are on hers.
He kisses gently, like he's been waiting for this his whole life and he wants to savour every last second. She figures that maybe he has been.
"JJ, did I mention having your kids last night?" She whispers, foreheads pressed together.
"Yeah. You are never living it down sunshine," He's beaming as she giggles, leaning up to press her lips back to his.
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28. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”
50. “I’m not going to touch you, we’re in public”
vernon x f!reader
w.c: 1.5k
warnings: fluff, smut, public sex?? kinda, fingering, breast play, orgasm denial if you squint. and minimal editing.
note: hello, I hope you enjoy this one. Thank you so much for reading this and please let me know your thoughts.Just a heads up I’m going on vacation tomorrow so there won’t be an upload tomorrow. So I shall see you all on Monday.
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Masterlist || Prompts
No drinking tonight.
At least that’s what you told yourself before stepping foot into your best friend’s house. The minute you walked in, a red solo cup made its way into your hand, soon, one tequila shot turned into two, then three, then four. Until you were standing in front of the tv, toy microphone in your hand as you tried your very best to remember the lyrics to Baby by Justin Bieber.
It was no use, your mind was fuzzy and the words had started to bleed into one another in your head. But you were determined, there was no way in hell you would let Kwon Soonyoung beat you at karaoke, not when he was far drunker than you. At least you still had control of your limbs, he on the other hand could barely keep himself from falling every few seconds.
“If I win you’re going to have to kiss me.” He slurred, pointing his microphone at you.
Disgusted, you furrowed your brows. Newfound determination surging through your alcohol-filled veins. “In your dreams, Hoshi, my lips are staying far away from yours.”
“That’s what you said last time.” He turned his attention to the tv, the countdown displayed. Three, “I hope you moisturized them well enough for me, I don’t want to be kissing the Sahara desert.”
Two, you scoff, “that was one time.” You raise the mic up to your lips, squinting. The brightness of the screen felt like it was burning you blind, but you were motivated to finally beat Soonyoung at his own game.
One, “and it was the worst moment of my life.”
Start, “You know you love me I-”
Vernon steps in front of the tv, arms spread out wide, blocking the disappearing words. “Move Vernon!” You stand on your toes trying to look over his shoulder, his outstretched arms wrap around your shoulders turning you away from the screen. “What the fuck Vernon, I’m going to lose.”
Quietly he takes the mic from your hands handing it to Soonyoung and pushes you out of the living room, “You need to sober up.” He whispers ledding you out of the house and into the backyard.
You huff, crossing your arms in front of you and stomping your feet. This is the main reason why you didn’t want to drink. You always turned into a whining, overly, competitive, overly emotional child, and Vernon was always stuck taking care of you. As much as it annoyed him, to nurse you every time it happened. He would never complain, he found it amusing and adorable.
“I’m not that drunk.” You whisper, looking down at your feet, ashamed, toeing with the clean-cut grass underneath you.
Vernon chuckles and grabs your arm, leading you slowly to the porch swing facing away from the house where the two of spent the first thirty minutes of the party making out. Hidden away from everyone. “You were about to kiss Soonyoung, you are very much drunk.” He puts his hands on your shoulders, guiding you to sit down, while you complain.
He crouches down in front of you, placing a water bottle and some painkillers in your hand. “Drink.”
“I wasn’t going to.” You uncap the water bottle and throw your head back downing the pills quickly. “I was going to win.” You say, then taking another swing of water, chugging it like you haven’t had anything to drink in years.
Vernon smiles, putting his hand at the end of the bottle, “Alright slow down, water is not what I want you to choke on.” He smirks. Your eyes grow wide, and before you could stop it, you were spitting water in his face.
“Vern, oh my god, I’m sorry.” You put the bottle down and look around for something to dry his face, while he threw his head back laughing. “You can’t say things like that.” You groan, covering your face with your hands, embarrassed.
Laughing, he moves your hands from your face, his lips close to yours. “Why not, no ones around? I don’t have to watch my mouth when it’s just us.”
You turn your head sucking in a breath. Though your head still felt fuzzy you weren’t as drunk anymore. His words and piercing stare were enough to sober you up, at least enough to feel how wet you were between your legs.
He places his hand on the back of your neck, his breath hits your lips. “What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?” He kisses you lightly. His lips barely molding into yours, knowing it would leave you wanting more.
“N-Nothing,” you wrap your arms around his neck, attempting to bring him closer. He resists, resting his hands on your waist and tilting his head curiously, his thumb playing with the hem of your crop top.
“If you tell me I’ll forgive you for ever wanting to kiss Soonyoung.”
“I wasn’t going to kiss him, I was going to win!” You pout.
He leans in, “We both know that’s not true, you can barely do simple math when drunk.” His lips were so close you could lick them if you were to stick out your tongue. As much as you wanted to, you pushed down the idea, knowing that Vernon wouldn’t be happy if you did.
“I can barely do simple math when I’m sober, your argument is invalid.” Cheekily you pluck his beanie from his head, throwing it aside. “Now please touch me.” You say, running your hands through his hair, swiping your tongue slowly over your lips.
He stands up from his crouching position and sits down next to you. “I’m not going to touch, we’re in public.” He snakes an arm around your shoulder, tugging you close to the side of his body. “Now don’t make a sound, unless you want me to punish you here where someone can see if they were to just walk over.” He moves your leg, putting it over his lap.
You rest your head on top of his shoulder, “fuck, okay, I need you, please.”
“Patience my good girl.” He smiles kissing the top of your head. “Now open your legs a little more for me.” You oblige, sitting up a little straighter, while his hand travels down your body, sneaking its way inside your shirt and cupping your boob. You let out a low whine when he pinches your nipple through the lace of your thin bra.
A few times during the night he could see your nipples peeking through, making his mouth water. He had slapped Wonwoo a few times up the head for staring, sending him a warning glare that made Wonwoo shake his head in disbelief. He had to control himself from pulling you into one of the vacant rooms and taking you against the door so everyone could hear how good he made you feel. “What do you want me to do?” He pulled on your nipple once more, distracting you from the way he toyed with the button of your jeans.
“Your fingers, please fuck me with your fingers.” You whisper, taking the initiative to unbutton your jeans for him. “Please, you didn’t let me cum earlier, I need it.”
Vernon chuckled, “Who says you will now?” He pulls down your zipper, his hand finding its way inside your panties.
You look up at him pouting, “I’ve been good, please.”
He drags his fingers over your slit, groaning at how wet you were already. Sometimes it amazed him how easily he could turn you on. All he had to do was look at you a certain way and say something out of pocket to have you dripping for him. He loved the way your body reacted to him, the way your pussy took his fingers, mouth, and cock. It felt like heaven to him and he could never get enough.
“We will see, now kiss me.” He squeezes your boob and presses two of his finger over your clit. Without hesitation, you capture his lips with yours in a needy kiss. A low groan escaping him, dying against your lips.
He begins to slowly rub small figure eights over your swollen bud, building you up. You moan against his lips, hot tongues meshing together, teeth clattering in hot feverish need. You start lifting your hips into his hand, wishing he would just give you more.
Finally, Vernon inserts a finger inside of you and moves it with slow precision. You pull his head closer, tugging on the roots of his hair, whimpering against him. It felt so fucking good, you never wanted this moment to end.
He breaks the kiss, placing a soft one against your temple, releasing his grip on your boob. He smiles at you, pushing your head gently, laying it down against his shoulder. “Does it feel good?” He kisses your head, inserting another finger inside of you, stretching you out.
“Mhm, s’good.” You close your eyes in pleasure.
“Good, you’re amazing for me angel.” Vernon picks up the pace of his fingers, planting his feet on the ground, causing the porch swing to move underneath the two of you. It was driving you insane how innocent the two of you looked from inside the house. How unsuspecting everything he was doing to you looked. It excited you and it only made you want to come undone even more.
Vernon kept his ministrations, doubling his speed, while his thumb played with your clit. The added pleasure made you lift your hips, chasing his palm. He snickered, “are you close?” He says pressing his fingers into your g-spot, humming with approval when he felt you clench around him.
You nod, “yes, don’t, fuck, don’t stop please.” You plead, burying your face into his shoulder, biting his shirt to keep your moans from spilling out. The pleasure was building up faster than you could keep up. The knot in the pit of your stomach threatening to break from how fast he was fucking you with his fingers.
“Cum around my fingers angel. I want to feel how tight you get for me.” He whispers in your ear, pushing into your harder and faster than before, while cradling your head, soothing his fingers into your scalp. The contrast was driving you crazy, acting like the caring boyfriend out in the open. Instead of the one that had you begging on your knees for his cock behind closed doors.
“I-I’m cumming.” you whimper, biting down into his skin, you let your orgasm blissfully wash over, squeezing your pussy hard around his digits.
He hummed helping you ride out your high until he could feel your body twitch from the sensitivity. You were breathing hard, watching as he took his fingers out and placed them in his mouth. Sensually lapping up your release looking deeply into your eyes. If it weren’t for the fact that you were outdoors you would’ve gotten down on your knees in front of him to suck him dry.
“Are you sober now?” He does up the button of your jeans, kissing your nose gently.
“I can’t believe you just made me cum in my pants.” You shake your head, pulling him into a hug. “I was never that drunk.”
“I know, but now I get an excuse to keep your underwear.” He winks at you and stands up, extending his arms for you to take. “But now I need you to get out your acting chops so I can take you back upstairs and to bed.”
You smile wickedly and nod, lacing your fingers in his, letting him pull you up. “I’ll even add in the tears for free.”
“You’re an anomaly angel.”
“It’s what keeps you coming back for me.”
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SO GUYSSSS I JUST FINISHED READING RULE OF WOLVES AND WHAT THE HELL???? I am a MESS
(so here are my thoughts that I had while reading it)
❗❗RULE OF WOLVES SPOILERS❗❗
• Lol Nikolai has a horse named Punchline, I love him so much
• Sankta Zoya Y E S
• Nina is sooo badass I love her - Brum needs to die btw
• Fjerda is a little shit
• "If not for Nina, their blessed termite eating at the heart of Fjerda’s government" - did I mention I love Nina?????
• Nikolai is a freaking mastermind and I love him
• OMG THEY HAVE AN ANTIDOTE FOR PAREM NOW???? HELL YEAH take THAT Fjerda!!!!
• Nina adopting Kaz's mindset when back at the Ice Court is what I live for
• UGH THE APPARAT
• Nikolai is soooo in love with Zoya I AM GOING CRAZY
• Zoya's "you forget that in Kerch greed is a virtue" gave me MAJOR Kaz vibes... I miss my crow babies
• Maybe it's an unpopular opinion, but I don't really like Ehri
• ZOYALAI NATION, HOW ARE WE??? ARE WE CRYING?
• I just REALLY love the found family trope and seeing everyone gathered in Zoya's rooms and Zoya curled up on the couch next to Genya I just AAAAAAAAA
• I absolutely adore the whole concept of the Darkling's prison and the CONSTANT sunlight he has to face HA - Alina vibes
• OMG "bring me Alina Starkov" WHAT THE FUCK I have literal chills ESPECIALLY after seeing the S&B trailer:)
• Nina being so confident in everything she learned from the Crows gives me so much serotonin I WANT MY BABIESSS
• Oh my god... I like prince Rasmus, he gives me major Nikolai vibes
• I draw immense satisfaction from Kaz and Zoya using "podge" as their preferred curse word :))))
• NIKOLAI CAN SEPARATE HIMSELF FROM HIS DEMON???? King behavior
• HOLY SHIT ALINA AGREED TO THE MEETING here we go again, fam
• I'm seeing Nikolai talking a lot about accepting his death and being undisturbed by the prospect of it and it feeaks me out - if he dies, I die with him
• Random, but: they need to get the thorn stuff from the Order of Sankt Feliks or whatever, right??? Maybe they have to steal it... and they would require expertise... MAYBE SOME CROWS PLS???????? (I am such a clown)
• Okay wait... so the letters that prove Nikolai is a bastard are in the druskelle sector... PLEASE TELL ME NINA HAS TO BREAK IN THE ICE COURT the fact that she is back there ALONE makes my heart clench so hard... I MISS MY CROWS
• FUCK ALINA SHOWED UP (also Oncat apparently and now I want to cry about Harshaw again)... AND MAL I can't take this I AM HYPERVENTILATING
• I AM LEGIT ON THE FLOOR Yuri is still there FINALLY understanding that the Darkling is evil AND NOW MY MAIN MAN GOT HIS POWERS BACK oh, I love the chaos
• NIKOLAI FUCKING CARRIES ZOYA'S RIBBON IN HIS POCKET nobody fucking touch me
• THE WEDDING IS FOR GENYA AND DAVID????? I AM SOOO CONFUSED what the heck
• Nikoali is the most fucking badass amazing cunning freakishly intelligent idiot I have ever seen in my entire life, my love for him is immesurable, I cannot put into words just how awesome his awesomeness is TAKE THAT MAKHI YOU BITCH
• OH HELL NO the demon is trying to escape SMACK THAT BITCH NIKOLAI BABY
• Oh wow, Rasmus is crazyyyy af he isn't anything like Nikolai my perfect boi SORRY
• OMG Nikolai's dad us a good guy??? I feel so sorry for him... SO NIKOLAI WAS RIGHT TO BE A ROMANTIC huh
• FUCKING HELL again with the nichevo’ya???? Darkling bby, what the HECK
• Nononononooo NO NOOOO NOT DAVID WHAT THE FUCK LEIGH
• "This is what love does" one of the most powerful quotes tbh
• Wait... they want to???? STEAL??? titanium from the Kerch??? .... DOES THIS MEAN.... C R O W S?????
• Okay but... the Darkling's POV? POWER MOVE I love it!!! And the fact that he uses Aleksander as his name with zero reticence now is just *chef's kiss*
• I'm sorry but... I don't like Mayu's chapters I AM SO SORRY I DON'T
• Nina is my badass queen STEP ASIDE PEASANTS
• All these SoC Easter Eggs and mentions are driving me insane
• Idk why but imagining the Darkling drinking beer is sooo funny to me
• I AM LOSING MY SHIT they are in Ketterdam KETTERDAM does that mean ....DOES THAT MEAN ....I better see my Crows or I am throwing hands
• The Zoyalai conversations in this book are KILLING me
• OH MY FUCKING GOD so Kaz took the Emerald Palace over and renamed it THE SILVER SIX???? LIKE???? I AM LEGIT CRYING???
• Ummm...Zoya, honey, WHY do you want to VOLUNTARILY stay away from Nikolai, HUH?????
• THE ONLY REASON HE AGREED TO HELP NIKOLAI WAS BECAUSE HE GUARANTEES INEJ'S PROTECTION if that's not L O V E idk what is YAAASSS KANEJ
• FUCKING SHIT JESPER!!!! IT'S JESPER!!!! WYLAN!!!! I AM FAINTING MY BABIESS
• The Crows' banter is WHAT I LIVE FOR
• Kaz is the most cold, badass and calculating motherfucker on the planet, I love him soooo much
• No NO NOO JORAN IS THE ONE WHO KILLED MATTHIAS????? HOLY SHIT I am sooo scared LEIGH WHYYYY
• Kaz's reaction to Nikolai's demon is legit the funniest shit ever
• Kaz and Nikolai are bffs - THIS IS HEADCANON LEAVE ME BE
• Queen Leyti has severely disappointed me
• I am having waayyyyy too much fun reading about the Darkling among blindly faithful monks - this is the stuff of sitcoms
• (I know the Crows only had a cameo and they won't pop up again, but I can't help desperation wanting to see Nina reunite with them and PLEASE GIVE ME INEJ!!!)
• Honestly, it's pretty cool getting to have a look in the Darkling's head - it's SUPER fucked up
• OOOOO the blight vs the Darkling = the only confrontation I want to see
• FATHER AND SON REUNION
• I don't care much for Hanne x Nina, but I have to admit that they make a very cute couple
• FUCK THEY BROKE STURMHOND'S BLOCADE FUUUUCK
• WAIT NO it was their plan all along HOLY SHIT electricity RULEZZZZ who knew physics would prove THIS useful???
• UUUGHH FUCK THE APPARAT I am so sick of this guy - Zoya was right, they should have killed him
• I am really pissed at the Darkling- YOU FUCKING ACKNOWLEDGE HOW MUCH RAVKA NEEDS YOUR HELP, YOU SEE NIKOLAI'S BRAVERY, YOU KNOW YOU CAM HELP, AND YOU DO NOTHING??? BRO WHAT THE FUCK
• HELL YEAH ZOYA IS A DRAGOOON fuck some shit up sweety Y E S
• MY SKIN IS CLEARED AND MY CROPS ARE WATERED BY THE DARKLING RAISING A MOB TO CALL ZOYA "SANKTA"
• Also... the Darkling winking at Nikolai? FLERT
• WHAT THE FUCK???? HANNE DIED??? holy shit, why???? WHY CAN'T NINA BE HAPPY???????
• Nikolai is an absolute SAVAGE in a debate
• Idk what to think abt Rasmus... he was kinda badass for standing up against Brum
• SOLDIER. SUMMONER. SAINT. slap me and call me a hoe I SCREAMED WHEN I READ THAT
• ZOYA AS QUEEN, SIGN ME THE FUCK UP
• Okay I stan the Darkling again
• ZOYALAI IS CANON I REPEAT ZOYALAI IS CANONNNNN
• OKAY WOW HANNE IS A FULL-ON BADASS yep, I stan
• I really???? LOVE??? this ending for the Darkling??? Idk but it is VERY fitting
• ALINA!!!! AT ZOYA'S!!!! CORONATION!!!! my life is complete
• FUCKING SHIT INEJ!!! INEEEEEJJJJ my queen my love AAAAAA
• The conversation at the end between Alina, Zoya and Genya DESTROYED ME
• STEALING THE HEART OF SANKT FELIKS yes please BRING THE CROWS BACK!!!!! I NEED ANOTHER CROWS SEQUEL!!!!
• I fainted, I ascended, I DIED at the last page
• NOW I NEED A SEQUEL!!!
• Leigh, you ARE goig to write what happens next, right? RIGHT? RIGHT????
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