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awesomecooperlove · 4 months
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josephinekhawaja · 15 days
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The most beautiful Kaya Scodelario looked in "The Gentlemen". And the overall scene is something that can actually be so personal. Him seeking her out. Like ending episode 6 thinking mom and dad (mum and dad) are going to war with each other...and then this...and then still the last two episodes being a roller coaster of whether or not they are going to be the literal death of one another. I have never had so much Good Stress from a ship that was Bad Stress when I was actually going through it. I aged and greyed so much through parts of this show, my poor heart.
To me, they have this low-key Bruce Wayne x Selina Kyle dynamic (sooooo, Bobby Glass would be Carmine Falcone? I can work with that), which, given how BatCat is one of my lifelong OTPs, I am sure subconsciously pulled me in. Like posh boy that can get down and dirty (so his ski mask era would be his Batman era 😅😂 "We're not criminals, Freddy"), however much he sees himself holding a higher moral ground over the underworld he must move through. And working-class girl, street smarts, that can no less look "elegant and stylish" and navigate the upper echelons; but at the end of the day is who she is and matter-of-factly💋💋💋💋a career criminal. (Kaya honestly even works as a face claim for Selina though her eyes may be closer to blue than green. I mean, the Gunnverse has to cast a Catwoman eventually, depending on the age range of their Batman... I will just leave this here for you for free, James.)
And then Princess Roseanne, the Countess of Tournai, would be Talia Al-Ghul especially when Susie lets slip some jealous vibes towards her (made me think of Anne Hathaway's snark about Marion Cotillard in the last Nolanverse film...the characters, not the actresses). Though ultimately I do see Eddie and Princess Roseanne as Just Friends and no conflict in that direction unless further miscommunication. (So much Misunderstanding Drama in this series and between OTP. When a good romantic comedy is not a romantic comedy; or even entirely a comedy.)
But really it comes down to their having such an *easy partnership*, naturally yielding to one another when it comes to it. The way Susie has her way about things -- most notably when she invites herself to meet Stanley Johnston -- and Eddie smoothly submits to her without in any way seeming whipped. Like their actions are always in agreement, even when their words are not. Those two are more married than most married folks I have seen on screen. Should have blacked out in Nevada than on the estate.
(Also, gotta love how she has him saved in her phone as "The Duke". Like forget Bridgerton...I would watch an entire season of TheoKaya going at each other in, Bridgerton ways. As it stands with this though, I could see how the greater artistic choice might be to just make this a stand-alone, but I would be greedy for any subsequent season. This is already technically an expansion on a film -- that I have yet to see -- so Guy Ritchie does not mind a revisit. I could use any more of these 2 families who fully drive the story of this world.)
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omgthatdress · 2 years
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Books about colonialism now that The Queen is dead:
Colonialism is, unsurprisingly, A BIG FUCKING SUBJECT, and any reading list is going to fall short. (if you want to get versed in anti-colonial theory, here’s a really good beginners list). Because of all this, I’m staying focused on British imperialism, and specifically, events that happened within The Queen’s lifetime.
Legacy of Violence: A History of the British Empire by Caroline Elkins
Ghosts of the Empire: Britain’s Legacies in the Modern World by Kwasi Kwarteng
The Blood Never Dried: A People's History of the British Empire by John Neswinger
Ornamentalism: How the British Saw Their Empire by David Cannadine
The Decline and Fall of the British Empire by Piers Brendan
Insurgent Empire: Anticolonial Resistance and British Dissent by Priyamvada Gopal
Empireland: How Imperialism has Shaped Modern Britain by Sathnam Sanghera.
The Brutish Museums: The Benin Bronzes, Colonial Violence, and Cultural Restitution by Dan Hicks
Rhodes Must Fall: The Struggle to Decolonize the Racist Heart of Empire by Brian Kwoba, Roseanne Chantiluke, and Anthinangamso Nkopo
Neo-Colonialism: The Last Stage of Imperialism by Kwame Nkrumah
Kohinoor: The Story of the World’s Most Infamous Diamond by William Dalrymple and Anita Anand
Mountbatten: Apprentice Warlord by Adrian Smith
The Great Partition: The Making of India and Pakistan by Yasmin Khan
Midnight’s Furies: The Deadly Legacy of India’s Partition by Nisid Hajari
Partition, podcast by Neha Aziz
Aboriginal Australians: A History Since 1788 by Richard Broome
Ka Whawhai Tonu Matou: Struggle Without End by by Ranginui Walker
The Hundred Years’ War on Palestine: A History of Settler Colonialism and Resistance by Rashid Khalidi
Nasser: The Last Arab by Saïd K. Aburish
The Cyprus Emergency: The Divided Island 1955-1974 by Nicholas van der Bijl
Histories of the Hanged: The Dirty War in Kenya and The End of Empire by David Anderson
Imperial Reckoning: The Untold Story of Britain’s Gulag in Kenya by Caroline Elkins
Rhodesia: A Complete History, 1890-1980 by Peter Baxter
Massacre in Malaya: Exposing Britain’s My Lai by Christopher Hale
Kill the Indian, Save the Man: The Genocidal Impact of American Indian Residential Schools by Ward Churchill
A National Crime: The Canadian Government and The Residential School System from 1879 to 1996 by John S. Milloy
Missing and Murdered: Finding Cleo, podcast by Connie Walker
The Troubles: Ireland’s Ordeal and the Search for Peace by Tim Pat Coogan
Making Sense of The Troubles: The Story of Conflict in Northern Ireland by David McKittrick and David McVea
Say Nothing: A True Story of Murder and Memory in Northern Ireland by Patrick Radden Keefe
There Was A Country: A Personal History of Biafra by Chinua Achebe
The Untold Story of the Nigeria-Biafra War by Luke Nnaemeka Ameke
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kissgirly · 1 year
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Mulheres, solos de guitarra e outras coisas que a Rosé gosta.
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Gênero: smut Contagem de palavras: 1.2k Esta fic contém: Conteúdo lésbico, Rosé rockstar gf! fingering, dryhumping, dirty talk, praise kink, tapinhas, mordidinhas e apelidos melosos como "gatinha, minha linda, minha flor", "mamãe" é usado uma vez. SINOPSE: Você é uma ótima vocalista, Park. A plateia grita seu nome em completa euforia, nos finais de cada show, sempre há vários fãs implorando para serem notados, garotas com cartazes, faixas e vestidas com camisetas com seu nome, elas te cobiçam, você sabe disso, seu ego infla mais cada vez que vê diversas mulheres que fariam de tudo para estar no meu lugar.
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O vento frio da noite bagunçava os fios loiros, enquanto saia pela porta dos fundos de mais um show, Rosé caminhava diretamente ao trailer, onde sua garota já estava, sentada sobre o sofá de couro, mexia no celular encarando as postagens com certo incômodo.
A troca de olhares com uma das fãs era contínua, o que causou certo ciúmes, sabia que sua mulher era cobiçada principalmente por outras mulheres, era atraente, quase que hipnotizante. E não era só você que achava isso.
Enquanto Roseanne deixava a guitarra em um canto do trailer, encarou o rosto da namorada e riu de canto, sabia exatamente do que se tratava.
— Hmnmn… Que saudade da minha mulher, porra. — Ditou baixinho, se sentando sobre o sofá e puxando a cintura da mulher para sentar em seu colo.
— Ah Roseanne, nem vem!
— Que foi, hein? Tá bravinha, minha flor? — Beijinhos molhados eram espalhados sobre o pescoço da namorada, as mãozinhas bobas de Roseanne já adentravam a camiseta que a menor usava e um tom de sarcasmo predominava as palavras da loira. — Qual o motivo desse bico hein?
Calou-se, não queria admitir nem para si mesma que estava sentindo tanto ciúmes da mulher, então só revirou os olhos e bufou baixinho.
— Nervosa, gatinha? — Um sorriso destacou nos lábios da loira, que ardilosamente, desceu as mãos por baixo da saia, tocando o bumbum e apertando com certa força. — Toda derretida… Sabia que eu estava pensando em você, minha linda?
A voz de Roseanne soava tão tranquila, sabia que ela conseguiria tudo que quisesse com esse tom dengoso ao pé do ouvido. Todos os movimentos pareciam minimamente calculados para te enlouquecer de alguma forma, só com um carinho sobre a coxa ou o encostar de lábios te fazia sentir sensações indescritíveis. E ela sabia.
Sabia muito bem disso.
Em pouco tempo, já estava completamente nua da cintura para cima, os lábios macios manchados pelo batom, as bocas grudadas dançavam juntas, em sintonia com ambos os corpos. Você, por cima, ondulando o quadril.
Estremeceu ao sentir os dedos frios rodeando a calcinha, um arfar dengoso saiu dos lábios e logo sentiu a peça ser arrastada para o ladinho e os dedinhos brincarem com a umidade. Roseanne é boa em tudo que faz, é boa em tocar, em todos os sentidos.
— Eu simplesmente não me canso de você. — Rosé ditou, acomodando o corpo da garota sobre o sofá espaçoso e passando a calcinha sobre as coxas para retirar o tecido. Inclinando o rosto para beijar as coxas. — Rosie… — Sentiu as bochechas queimarem, tanto quanto o íntimo. Levou as mãos para os fios macios da loira, afundando os dedos e fazendo uma carícia preguiçosa sobre a nuca, soltou um arfar dengoso, encarando com certa timidez.
— Você parece tão molhada, minha deusa… — Os lábios passam por todo o corpo, subindo das coxas para o abdômen e para os seios, sugando o biquinho e rodeando com a língua. As mãos se arrastam pelas coxas até o centro — Quantos dedinhos essa buceta engole, hm? — Rodeava o médio e o anelar sobre o pontinho, encarando fixamente os olhos perdidos de sua namorada que mal conseguia responder. Assim, penetrando dois dedos num deslize, a intimidade babadinha deixou tudo mais fácil, passando a pontinha dos dedos entre as dobras e estocando até o fundinho.
A garota sente a respiração falhar por alguns segundos, numa sensação quente espalhando pelo corpo inteiro, ainda atônita com a maneira que era dedilhada, Rosé sabia onde tocar e como tocar, os arfares melódicos eram como música para a loira que encara seus olhos, brilhantes e perdidos, a visão nublada faz a menor fechar os olhos e morder o ínfero. Os dedos se arrastam por toda intimidade, a coluna arqueou tal qual os dedinhos que se curvaram para acertar o pontinho. Uma, duas, três vezes. Os gemidos dengosos se tornaram mais altos e as coxas estremeciam com o toque. O polegar pressionava o pontinho e sabia que, com tantos estímulos, o ápice não demoraria para chegar.
— Rosie, porra! — Um gritinho agudo ecoou pelo local, ia tão fundo que poderia sentir as paredes molhadas esmagarem os dedinhos. — Quero te deixar destruída, hm? Minha mulher é tão boa pra mim, me recebe tão bem… Você aguenta tudo que a mamãe te dá, não é? — Um certo tom de sarcasmo foi usado, ela sabia que mal tinha fôlego para respondê-la, apenas murmúrios foram ouvidos da sua parte. Que aumentavam a cada estocada que recebia. — Sua buceta é tão gostosa, porra!
O corpo ficava mais quente e choramingos presentes, quando a mulher se curvou até o íntimo, deixando beijos molhados e usando os dedos para abrir as dobrinhas em “v”, tocando com a língua por toda a extensão, sugando com tanta devoção que, sentiu o íntimo pulsar e se desfazer inteiro sobre os lábios.  Todo o suco doce foi tomado pela loira, que sorria com os lábios molhados pela namorada.  As pernas com pequenos espasmos e os olhinhos lacrimejando, foram suficientes para Rosé entender que seu trabalho estava completo, puxando a namorada para seu aconchego e acariciando a bochecha, acalmando o corpo extasiado. 
— Shhh... Calminha, princesa. Calminha. Já passou.
Um sorriso domou o rostinho da menor e um abraço caloroso foi suficiente para que sentisse completa. Porque no final, mulheres e solos de guitarra continua sendo a coisa que Roseanne mais gosta na vida.
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biscuitblinkeu · 1 year
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She Wears Her Words Like Armour [3]
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Park Chaeyoung x Fem!reader
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Jennie blinked.
Her best friend for the first time in a while— looked scared, and in this, making Jennie worried. Roseanne was always composed, not a fidgeting mess. She always had her shit together. But there was one time she didn’t.
“What do you mean? Are you sick? Don’t tell me you have lung cancer! Rosie, I told you to stop smoking years ago, did you start again?” Jennie’s speech got quicker with each word.
“No.”
“No? No to which of the things I said? You're not giving me a lot to work with here.” Jennie ran a hand through her hair. The possibility Roseanne could be smoking again scared Jennie. Roseanne wasn’t herself at the time she was smoking, she doesn’t want that to happen again.
Roseanne frowned at her cat-eyed friend. “I don’t…I don’t smoke anymore.” She promised her friends she wouldn’t. “But I might be sick? My heart rate is alarming.” She admitted quietly, her voice small.
“So you don’t have lung cancer?”
“Jennie,” Roseanne started exasperated, “for Jisoo’s sake—” Jennie held up her hands defensively, cutting her off.
“Okay, okay. Just making sure. You can’t die on me, who else will listen to me talk about my wife like she hung the stars in the sky or go clubbing with me?” Roseanne rolled her eyes.
“Are you sure you're not stressed out? Maybe you need to go to the gym? You could be tired from walking up the steps.”
“I workout regularly, and I don’t believe I am.”
“I don’t think I can help you then…you got any ideas?” A moment of silence had fallen on the two before Roseanne answered.
“My plaintiff, she’s very…”
“(Y/ln)?” Jennie gasped at the possibility that her friend's heart could possibly be fluttering over you. Roseanne then felt deep regret for coming to Jennie for anything. She watched the cogs turn in Jennie’s brain, hoping she could diffuse anything that’ll come out of her mouth before the word train starts.
“Jennie…”
“Rosie! Do you like her? You know you just met, she’s just getting a divorce too and not to mention—”
“No I don’t.” She doesn’t like wildcards.
“She has a child! But this could be one of those office romance shows, might get down and dirty in the office,” Jennie wiggled her brows, “Oh my gosh! We can finally set you up with someone, I have to tell Jisoo—”
“Do not tell her anything.” Jisoo was most insistent on getting Roseanne with someone. She’s tired of the countless blind dates she comes up with. They never end well and you’d think she’d give up but no.
“And when was the last time you got—” , “I’ll get up and leave right now.”
“No! I swear I’m done.”
“You know, everything you just said is very unprofessional and inappropriate. I don’t have time for romance, romance doesn’t have time for me. I do not like (Y/n). She’s a ball of energy I don’t feel like dealing with.”
“So uptight, I might have to ask Jisoo to lay you off the job for a couple weeks— I’m joking. But how else would you explain your issue.”
“I’m merely…attracted to her.” She says this to shut her cat-eyed friend up, but she had eyes and could see with them. You were attractive, very. But will she pursue this? No. After all, it’s too early to tell, she’s still trying to find out if your personality is attractive too.
“You? Attracted to someone? Hah! That’s new, but good, it's a good thing. I refuse to see you single your whole life. So I’ll grab this information with an iron grip, and call it operation get you la—”
“Lalalalalala, bye Jennie.” Roseanne covered her ears, and simply got up and left, leaving Jennie giggling in her seat. Her friend was cold, as others say; she doesn’t think so. Roseanne’s different when you get to know her under the facade, you’d never believe she was a bit childish, like her show just now.
Jennie sighed before opening messages on her phone, and clicked on the group chat with Jisoo, Lisa, and Nayeon. What a talk they were about to have.
You’ve met with Roseanne four times till now, so about a month. The fourth time you met(a week ago) it was decided you’d do parenting sessions early, like she recommended. You hoped it would help you help Nala with the divorce. You’d do anything you could to make sure Nala felt like she still had both parents, even if they weren’t living together.
Roseanne was still…her. Cold, very professional. Anytime you attempted to joke around it was either shut down or that she didn’t understand it. You wondered what she did for fun, maybe watch paint dry. You came to the conclusion she had a staring problem and noticed she had lots of habits; you don’t know if they're considered good or bad though.
The attorney tends to bite her nail or stare distantly when in thought, more times than not she has something to snack on or a piece of candy in her mouth. You thought about asking her to share, to let you have one when Jennie had come in asking for a bag of chips— Roseanne looked highly offended, like the mere thought of sharing her food was beyond her.
When she wants to know something and her curiosity gets the best of her she taps at something— any surface, before bluntly asking her question. It could be inappropriate or just a stupid question, she’ll ask, not caring about how you might react. Then, she excuses herself and apologizes for her slip up. (You think it’s adorable.)
You are walking into CAD, the Children After Divorce building Chichu law firm recommended you. You came alone because Jaylyn was busy today, he’d come with you next time. It’s a small brick and mortar building, the windows big and wide, allowing a lot of light in. Upon walking in, the receptionist immediately stands up, a warm smile on her face.
“Good evening, how may I help you?” Her cheery attitude made your shoulders relax a little.
“Hello, I’m here for the parenting classes?” She takes a moment to think. “Oh! Right this way, Miss. I will get a representative for you.”
She led you past a couple offices and to an open door. “This is the room, just take an open seat at that table where everyone else is sitting. It won’t be long till they start.” She informs you.
“Is that her?” The short bunny-toothed woman whispered, watching as you conversed with the receptionist just outside the doorway.
“I think so.” The woman with bangs replied. Jennie had given the two a half assed description of you.
“Thank you.” You said and the kind receptionist left, leaving you with your nerves. You took a deep breath before walking in, wondering why you were so antsy in the first place. You told yourself everyone in here would be the same to calm yourself down.
The room looked like one of those child recreation rooms, or similar to a daycares waiting room. A rectangular oak table sat in the middle of the room, and not far from that there was a platform where a group of people stood. There was a projector screen and you guessed they would give you a presentation.
Everyone watched as you walked in. You were stunning. Your hair was pulled back neatly in a clip, a couple strands left out to frame your face. You wore a white puffer coat, a black skirt and thigh high socks with UGGs. Your eyes, expressively glanced around the room for an available seat and you sat down when you found one, greeting the man that sat next to you. Apparently they weren't the only ones who thought you were gorgeous; every man in the room sat a little straighter, and a couple of the women smoothed down their clothes or hair, staring at you with wonder. The tall woman stifled a smile, she could see why Roseanne was having a field day with you.
One of the standing women stepped on the platform before clapping to gain everyone’s attention. “Hello, parents! I’m Lalisa, call me Lisa or that, doesn’t matter.” She placed a hand on the shoulder of the woman next to her. “This is Nayeon, she’s a social worker. She has lots of experience with children so she’s the one to ask questions too regarding kids.”
Nayeon smiled politely and waved. Lisa continued. “Next is Koda, Mark, Sana…” She pretty much introduced the others.
After that, Naeyeon proceeded to pass out folders of materials. Papers about government policies and the content that will be covered in each class. The presentation talked about how the divorce impacts children and parents emotionally, and changes in a parent-child relationship. It was about an hour long.
At the end you were pulled aside by Lisa and the bunny-toothed woman for a quick chat. You learned that Lisa was married to the Jennie Kim you had met a month ago.
Later that week you had to meet up with Roseanne for your weekly meeting, to give her updates and such. You chose to see each other at the café instead of her office this time.
Now you sat in at a two person table, scrolling on twitter on your phone while you waited. You ordered yourself hot chocolate this time, wanting to change things up. Ten minutes later a shadow appeared by your feet. A bag plopping down on the floor not long after.
You looked up from your phone just as Roseanne pulled her chair out. “Hello.” She greeted simply.
“Hey. I hope you don’t mind, but I bought you a drink.” Roseanne did her signature curt nod and took the seat across from you, she glanced at the steaming cup labeled black coffee before looking at you again. “I didn’t know what you liked so I just asked the barista.” You said sheepishly.
She loved black coffee.
“Thank you.” She was in need of something to warm and wake her up. She planned to pay you back later. She doesn’t fancy being in someone’s debt. She learned that nothing good ever comes out of it.
“She also gave me a lot of sugar packets to give you.” You slid them over to her perplexed. Usually one who orders black coffee— which has a bitter and strong roast flavor— wouldn’t use sugar because they prefer the taste. Roseanne hummed, ripping a packet open and emptying its contents in her coffee.
You watched, quite horrified, as she put packet after packet into her coffee. She didn’t stop till all six packets were ripped open and emptied; the packets were small, but still…
Feeling eyes on her she met your gaze, your lips were slightly parted. Your gaze held a hint of judgment and a lot of shock. She stirred her coffee using the tiny straw before regarding you. “You’re staring. Why?”
You gestured to the six sugar packet wrappers, “Doesn’t that ruin the whole point of black coffee?” You weren’t a coffee fanatic or gatekeeper, just inquisitive. Your question didn’t bother Roseanne because you’re not the first person to ask that.
“I suppose, for others it does. But I like mine bittersweet.” You felt like her words had a hidden innuendo to it but didn’t pry,
“Oh okay. Well, who am I to judge your preferences.” You shook your head with a quiet laugh. A couple moments of silence passed with you just looking out the windows watching the snowfall and finishing your drink.
Roseanne took another sip from her coffee and pulled out her notebook. “How were the parenting sessions?”
“Better than I thought they would go. But they felt like I was in school all over again. The instructor, I think her name was Lisa? She’s fun, turns out she’s married to Jennie— you probably knew that though.” She confirmed with a nod.
“I can see why they’d help parents divorcing with a kid. I think I’ll try out some things I learned with Nala.”
“I’m curious. Your daughter, what made you pick the name Nala? It reminds me of…”
“The Lion King?” You helped.
“Yes, that’s it.”
“I happened to be watching the movie on the hospital TV screen while we were picking a name for her and that came into mind.”
“That’s a pretty name.” Roseanne commented, playing with her pen. You smiled, you thought so too.
“When do you plan on telling her?” Back to business.
“I honestly don’t know… I’ll have to sit down with her and Jaylyn and gently break the news to her.”
“All at once? I’d ease her into it, have her spend time with you and your spouse separately. Get her used to not being in one household; in her own room.”
“You seem to know a fair bit about this, about children going through divorce.” You said.
“What can I say? I like children, believe it or not. That’s why this is my job. I want to help children and parents go about life as if nothing has changed or I hope to make the process easier on them. I… I was a child stuck in between my parents divorce. It was horrible. It changed me and I really wish I wasn’t affected by it, but I am.”
This is the first time, you could say, she’s opening up to you. And you felt honored.
Roseanne rarely spoke at all about herself, her past— to anyone. But you listened with such genuine interest, such a kind expression, that the words just came out. Roseanne accounted for the conflict in her mind; one telling her it was okay, just this once to be open and get some shit off her chest, the other to get the hell up and run. At this her anxiety kicked up a notch, and she pressed her sweaty palm onto her thighs. You were looking at her with those compassionate eyes, and she swallowed.
You make her want to stay.
Roseanne sat at a bar table surrounded by her friends. Across from her, Jisoo sat next to her boyfriend Hae-in (the only man Roseanne would associate with), and next to them Nayeon. Roseanne sat in between Jennie and Lisa.
They’ve been here for a while and the talking topic quickly shifted from other things to Roseanne’s dating life. They all got word— courtesy of Jennie— that she’s interested in someone.
“I date.” She lied, pretending to read the brochures in the rack beside her.
Jennie snorted. “No you don’t. You occasionally scratch your itch with a one-nighter, you haven’t had a girlfriend in forever.”
“You know I don’t do relationships. Like you said, too much drama.” Roseanne took a sip of her wine, avoiding Jennie’s eyes. Avoiding all their eyes. Her friend group was a bunch of instigators.
“Yeah, that applies to me, but you? You could use a little drama in your workaholic attorney life, you know, shake things up a bit.” Jennie shook a scolding fork with a half eaten dumpling at Roseanne.
Jennie was trying to bait her. The only thing that stopped her from saying something then was Lisa sitting right there with a knowing smirk. Roseanne finished her wine and pushed it away from her and stood up abruptly. “Enough.” Her voice was low, causing everyone to backpedal. “I’ve had enough of this conversation. If I choose to make a move on (Y/n), it's none of your business unless I want to tell you,” she pulled out her wallet and slapped a couple banknotes on the table; enough to cover everyone’s bill, “okay?” She said softer this time, watching everyone nod their heads. She knew her friends wanted to see her happy, but she was scared. Roseanne turned around and walked out of the restaurant.
Lisa sighed and leaned back in her chair. “Well, that went well.”
(I’m sure you're curious: Why is Roseanne so against relationships?)
Roseanne fucks up everything good that ever happens to her in relationships. She has issues that her past lovers had turned blind eyes to, things that shouldn’t be ignored. She believes she can't trust or love anyone, she can’t even love herself. She breaks hearts in the worst ways possible, driving her partners insane. She’s hard to love.
So, if being single her whole life, having one night stands and occasional flings protects herself, she’ll do it.
Would you like to continue? _(:3 」∠)_
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mountphoenixrp · 9 months
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We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:
           Alice McMichael, a 26 year old daughter of Odin.            She is a museum guide at Phoenix Library and Museum.
FC NAME/GROUP: Roseanne Park - Rose / Blackpink CHARACTER NAME: Alice Stella McMichael AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 11 February, 1997 PLACE OF BIRTH: Auckland, New Zealand OCCUPATION: museum guide at the Phoenix Library and Museum HEIGHT: 168 cm DEFINING FEATURES:
slender limbs, shoulder broader than her hips; thick, healthy-looking hair; a mole on the right under her lower lip, and very expressive eyes
PERSONALITY: Alice is self-aware and self-conscious. She knows well what she can do, yet at the same time over-analyses and over-thinks about what she cannot. However, instead of dwelling on her negative feelings, she tends to focus on dealing with the problem, although it may take some time until she strikes. As a daughter of Odin, her strategic way of taking action is paired with the ability to weigh up the situation, size up people, and optimize her plans. She does not hesitate to stand up for herself and the underdogs, although she often opts for nonviolent (but not necessarily less unrelenting) solutions when conflict arises.
Her friendliness and candidness are always ready to be shown, but so is her fierce independence and determination to get what she wants how she wants it. Despite her quick and sincere emotional response to everything in life, Alice has a hard time letting people in, yet she’s got a knack for helping others feel accepted and cared for when being around her. Her loyalty and protectiveness are saved for a few who are on the same wavelength or equally loyal, and she will express high respect for individuals who are fearless in being themselves.
She loves beautiful things and beautiful people, and while she can be a hopeless romantic, she rarely gets herself attached, which can make her appear cold and disengaged at times. While often being seen as a sociable, agreeable person, Alice may get snappy and judgemental, especially when she feels restless, constrained, or is simply in desperate need of more me-time.  
HISTORY:
Trigger warning: mention of kidnapping, child trafficking, child abuse, sexual assault, homicide
– Prologue –
The peaceful life of Minah Lee ended at the tender age of three, on a fateful trip with her mother to Albania.
While they were at a night market, Minah wandered away from her mother, blending in the crowd. Before she realized she was lost, a strange woman approached, saying that she would take her back to her mother. That never happened, instead, she was anesthetized, then taken on a truck that carried her straight to England.  
– Chapter I –
The young girl’s first core memory involved picking up a coin from the dirty pavement, then putting it into the tattered hat that had been there since she could remember. Meals were sporadic, almost the same every day, as bland and cold as the English nights could be.
No day was a normal day on the street and in the hands of a scary woman all the kids in her ‘family’ called Mama. In the morning, she told each kid what to do and how to do it, and if they did not finish their daily task, it always meant no food for ‘the lazy’. The name Minah was no more, and Eve was how she was called, but ‘Hey’ and ‘You’ remained much more familiar than that makeshift name until Mama decided her time on the street was over.
At the age of seven, she was introduced to a wealthy family in the uptown area as a cousin of their current maid. At first, she was instructed to help the maid run errands, mostly by picking up ordered groceries from the stores. A few weeks after, she was asked to be a kitchen hand, then a month later, she was finally entrusted with the task of doing laundry and cleaning up the rooms. It was a spoken rule that without being requested, she was not allowed to show herself up anywhere in the family’s manor, except her corner in the attic or in the kitchen. In return, she was allowed two proper meals a day and stay in the family’s attic five days a week, making weekends spent at Mama’s run-down house slightly more bearable.  
Thanks to the framed family picture, she learned that Mister and Mistress had a son around her age, who only stayed with them over weekends when he was back from boarding school. In his room, old textbooks and notebooks from previous school years were neatly placed on a wooden shelf, which she dusted off and cleaned up every day. It was from those textbooks, with a bit of help from the family’s maid, that she learned the alphabet, spelling, and numeracy among other things.
Within three months, she was able to read the children’s classics in the family’s home library and do basic maths. At night, quietly, she recited everything she had read during the day, often with little to no mistakes. When she received her very first allowance, she spent all of it on a thick notebook and a box of pencils. Since then, besides reciting, she started to write what she remembered from those children’s books, and soon began to give those stories alternative endings, much to her secretive delight.  
Her interest in books did not escape the Mistress’ attention, and so besides her own attic corner and the kitchen, Eve was allowed to spend time in the home library, as long as she remembered to do her daily tasks and leave the room immediately if anyone else except the maid or the Mistress entered. However, by the time she could finish reading all the books on the shelves, her little world once again shook.
On a crispy morning in June, the nine-year-old was stopped from cleaning the kitchen floor by a young woman dressing nicely. The woman introduced herself as Sarah, and Sarah proceeded to ask her some questions to which, based on Sarah’s facial expression, she did not believe she gave satisfying answers.
What is your full name? I’m Eve, just Eve. Where are you from, Eve? England. Yes, but where in England, can you tell me please? I’m…not sure, ma’am. Is your family here with you? Yes, I’m living with Mama. Mama, your mother, right? Can you tell me what her name is? I…I don’t know, everyone just calls her Mama.
On the same day, Sarah took her to an orphanage, not forgetting to assure her everything would be fine. Eve knew that while the woman meant all well, not everything would be fine, at least for Mama and whoever was involved with her.
She could not finish all the books in the family’s library, yet she knew that the Master was a public personage who had a deep interest in law, and that some latest documents he left on the desk revolved around child trafficking. Even though she could not understand everything written, it was enough to dawn on her that she could be a victim, that she was kidnapped from her biological parents and was trafficked to England from somewhere else in Europe. That she did not know who she used to be, and perhaps she would never know.
Ten months and some days of an alleged orphan’s life later, she was adopted by Mr. and Mrs. McMichael, a renowned couple in the business world who had been struggling to have a child of their own. It was an easy decision for the McMichael after their first talk with Eve at the orphanage, as they had already learned about the poor girl’s background and her exceptionally bright mind from her ex-Master.
On a blooming morning in April, Eve was dead, and Alice Stella McMichael was born.
– Chapter 2 –
Attending a prestigious private school in London, Alice was in her element. She rarely had difficulties in her studies, and she took the mild decrease in eyesight as an inevitable side effect of spending too much time reading.
While she could fit quite well into the nerd stereotype, Alice was by no means a weakling. Since day one, she refused to be an easy target of the devious youths in school, using her mind and years of a low-class life to either snuff out the fire or keep herself out of the minefield. She was known as a smart cookie with a fierce temperament, a social butterfly until one crossed the line. An inner joke has passed among her friend circle that Alice was actually the sassy Mary Sue, for somehow she always had the best comebacks known to man, and rarely, if ever, came second in any sort of competitions she chose to take part in.
While many had the impression that Alice was untouchable, it was, sadly, not the truth. On the late night of her 17th birthday party, she lost the fight against her well-respected foster father, who left a stain she had to spend hours under the showerhead to scrub off. And right in that fogged shower stall, Alice schemed the retaliation that the monster was well deserved.  
Just a few years after adopting Alice, James McMichael was diagnosed with diabetes type 2. Since then, he had to follow a strict diet and take prescribed insulin. It started with her secretly replacing the artificial sweetener used for his meals with powdered sugar. When no one was around to see, she took the insulin bottles in his insulated carry bag, then injected some pure water into them, all done with gloves on. For an extra step, she took the unopened bottles from the fridge, placed them under direct sunlight until they got warm, then put them back in their places.
The news of James McMichael passing away on his business trip from an insulin overdose came to all but one’s shock. Carmen McMichael stepped up to handle the part of business her husband left behind, which she hoped would soon enough be in Alice’s charge. However, shortly after James’ funeral, Alice got admitted to Cambridge University, with a full scholarship, to become a Modern and Medieval languages major, specializing in French and Spanish. She also took a one-year modern Greek course and an introductory course in Italian offered by the university.
As part of the curriculum, Alice spent her third year, called the Year Abroad, in France and Mexico. After three months of teaching English as a British Council assistant in Mexico, she moved to Paris for an internship with an international fashion house. There, her model potential was discovered by a well-known designer. He suggested her pose for his latest collection, which she was hesitant about at first. Yet, public reaction was unexpectedly positive, and her name started to gain attention.
– Chapter 3 –
By the time she graduated from college, Alice had already been rising to stardom.
Besides signing model contracts with several prestigious fashion and cosmetics brands, she also showed up as a guest on famous TV shows. After graduation, she embarked on learning acting, starting off with playing cameos in some sitcoms and drama series. With her charm, skills, and ability to learn quickly, she convinced the audience and drew the attention of Hollywood directors. Her first supporting role in a blockbuster earned her the prestigious prize of Best new actress of the Year.
Fame is married to Trouble, and so her trouble started to flood in. It began with a beautiful romantic story between her and a famous actor. Fans adored them, and when their engagement was announced six months later, everyone was only expecting the best for the sweet couple.
However, after being spotted having their time together on Jeju Island, the couple disappeared.
No one knew exactly what happened, even Alice, who found herself on the bridge leading to a mysterious island called Mount Phoenix. She felt cold, weak, alone in a summer dress she did not recognize and, not until a couple of hours later, knowing that she was one year away from the last piece of memory retained in her mind. In the palm of her hand, there was a piece of paper folded neatly saying ‘Do not come back’.
With no other belongings, she crossed the bridge to step foot on the island, where she was greeted by strangers who called themselves by the name of gods. The only explanation they could give for why she was able to be there was because she, herself, was a half-goddess. Daughter of Odin, to be exact.
The questions they asked left Alice flabbergasted, for she soon realized she got no answers for any but her own name. There were some faces and maybe some names, of someone or somewhere she could not tell. The more she tried to puzzle out the fragments and shatters of memory, the more it hurt. In the depth of her confused mind, voices talked, telling their stories in their own languages, sounds intertwining and words mingling too well the cacophony brought absolutely no message to life.
After two weeks in the hospital, the voices in her mind started to calm down, leaving each other space to speak. Her mind still hurt, but at least, she got glimpses of camera flashes, gowns, kitchen, and books. The crumbled note and its ‘Do not come back’ remained glaring at her from across the room. A lot must have happened, Alice believed, though it was the single piece of paper that questioned whether she really wanted to solve this unholy puzzle.  
For the time being, she settled down in an apartment generously given to her for being yet another abandoned child of a god. The times visiting the Phoenix Library and Museum were enough for her to realize that she could understand more than one language and that her broken brain turned out not to be so broken. It still got the capacity for her to become a museum guide, and so she guided curious eyes through the shelves of books and relics, wondering when she would be seen, when all secrets would be unearthed, and when she would be home.
PANTHEON: Norse CHILD OF: Odin POWERS:
Fighting instinct: She has an aptitude for fighting in close, physical combat, yet this ability is undiscovered due to her preference for non-violent means.
Tactical analysis: She is an innately skillful strategist who is able to create plans and strategies several steps ahead of the opponents. She can anticipate the opponents’ possible next moves, know the best actions to take, and the best timing to carry out her plan. Consequently, this helps her excel in strategic games, including chess.
Enhanced mind: She’s capable of learning, systemizing, and applying the knowledge she’s exposed to rapidly without going through intense training or practice. She can comprehend and explain complex, abstract concepts effectively, and also do faster and more accurate mental arithmetic than an average person. She also rarely experiences mental overload or mental fatigue. However, this ability is affected after the incident, as she tends to have a headache whenever she attempts to use her mental capacity for more than a couple of hours.  
STRENGTHS:
She’s quick to obtain a comprehensive understanding of abstract concepts, also able of learning and teaching almost anything once she puts her mind to it.
She is open-minded and receptive to new ideas and people from all walks of life.
Her ability to empathize with others, together with her willingness to help, makes her a caring and reliable friend.
Despite her seemingly shy demeanor, she will not hesitate to defend herself and those she cares about in a determined, if not unrelenting manner.
She is naturally good at strategic games and sports, including chess and e-sports.  
WEAKNESSES:
After the mysterious incident that causes her memory loss, she tends to get migraine or headaches, mostly when she uses her brain power for too long, but it can also happen out of the blue.
She may often be caught spacing out mid-conversation or when suddenly loses interest in whatever she is doing.
Despite her friendliness, more often than not, she gets cautious of others’ motives, making her seem distant and slow to truly open up.
She’s quite sensitive to weather, and it’s easy for her to catch a cold or minor allergy during season changes.
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snsd reve and bp 😏
HEY MIUUU<3
i dont think i could beat up anyone in these groups BUT in terms of self defense…
snsd: i could def hold my own in a fight with yoona and my beloved hyo….thats about it bc i KNOWWW yuri knows how to fight, sooyoung is way too tall and tiffany sunny sica and taeng DEF fight dirty
red velvet:
joy is too tall and irene and yeri for SURE know how to fight…and i KNOW irene doesnt hold back…seulgi’s too good of a dancer, her movements would be too fast and unpredictable soooo probably only wanda 😪
bp: jisoo would leave me with 2 broken arms and 3 cracked ribs, and roseanne and lisa are too tall….so probably only jennifer…I LOVE U JENNIE THIS IS ALL IN SELF DEFENSE
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Psycho Taylor Swift, repeatedly wears harassing outfits to the studio to re-record her albums. She is now re-recording the album that will attack John Mayer. He's constantly attacked online by her fans. Even though she dated him when she was an adult. And here she is harassing my new boss whose name is, Rose. And I used to work with a different Rose at a private school. But this Rose, is short for Roseanne, like actress Roseanne Barr.
Do you know how threatening this is?? A scandalous dirty bitch is wearing clothes to sell us, and to go to a studio to write songs about us that she's going to harasses us with. This is disgusting. This is harassment, harassment, harassment every time she goes to studio she's harassing us by what she's wearing and then what she's going to record, and what she's going to do with it, and threatens us with it. Taylor Swift is a psycho who went into John Mayer's DM's and wrote about it. And unfortunately for her, a lot of the stuff in his DM is a plant to catch her. 🖕🖕🖕
Fuck you Kelly Clarkson, for giving her this idea. 🖕🖕🖕. Scandalous ass Kelly, who is also a kid pimp on TV, gave Taylor the idea to do this, and she has not stop torturing us since, so fuck you, Kelly.🖕
Also, Scooter Braun obviously you're disgusting and nobody f*cking likes you. 🖕🖕🖕 People are constantly trying to rat your ass out.
So to reiterate, Taylor Swift is wearing particular clothing to sell children for rape while she goes in and out of a studio to record sexually harassing songs that she will use to harass people, including me and John Mayer. 🖕🖕🖕
Taylor Swift is currently committing crimes while she records this album. And she's setting herself up for her assets to be frozen and taken.
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John Goodman
Facts
June 20, 1952
American actor
He is of English, German, and Welsh ancestry
Filmography
Eli [The Righteous Gemstones: 2019-2021]
Michael [Black Earth Rising: 2018]
Dan [Roseanne: 1988-2018]
Dave [Once Upon a Time in Venice: 2017]
Gil [Alpha House: 2013-2014]
Creighton [Treme: 2010-2011]
Tony [Dirty Deeds: 2002]
Walter [The Big Lebowski: 1998]
Louis [True Stories: 1986]
Herbert [Eddie Macon's Run: 1983]
Appearance
brunette
hazel eyes
1.88m
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playable: young adult, adult
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To The Shock of Miss Louise | Part 2
Word Count: 2,106
Warnings: none
Poly Lost Boys x FemOC x Michael and Star
I’m so sorry for getting this out later than expected. I had like no inspiration for this for a long time and then all the sudden I did. Also next part will hopefully be a little bigger. Enjoy!
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“Hunters.”
One simple word made Roseanne’s blood run cold. How did hunters find them so quickly? They took every precaution. Covered their tracks, toned down their use of magic while traveling.
Roseanne and her coven mate, Mikki, who had long wavy dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and sporting a tan from being out in the sun. She wore a blood orange spaghetti strap crop top that had a layer of black lace over the fabric, a matching colored long skirt that had little fake rhinestones sewn into it, and black heels with multiple straps. Her necklace was a red-orange stone pendant with other small stones dangling from it and wore matching rings on her fingers.
Mikki pulled her light beige colored shawl with little tassels at the end closer to herself, watching as her word sunk into Roseanne.
The two of them stood just outside the boundaries of their camp. Their camp was protected by a barrier, no other supernatural creatures could enter without permission. Same logic applies to humans. It was hidden to everyone else but them. Anyone passing through wouldn’t see their camp, as their barrier made it invisible to the outside world.
“Mikki, please tell me you’re just screwing with me? That this is some sort of sick joke?” Roseanne begged, not wanting this to be real.
Mikki shook her head sadly, “No. There was a small bit of damage to the barrier of the camp. If it was a regular human, they would pass by, not affecting it. Someone intentionally tried to break down the barrier.”
Roseanne stared at the barrier and made a decision that was highly unlike her. “Then we’ll deal with it.” She said firmly. She was tired of running. After 200 years, it was high time they stood their ground.
Mikki blinked at her coven mate, “That’s… not like you. What happened to you when you went out? Cause this isn’t the same Roseanne I remember.”
Roseanne sighed, “We’ve been running for too long, Mikki. We’ve been to every state and we should be able to settle for at least fifty years before we start packing again.”
The blonde hummed, “We’ll set up a stronger barrier then. Also mark some safety barriers in the public areas. Make it safe for us to roam freely.”
Roseanne nodded, “Sounds good to me. We’ll do the barrier around camp tonight and then everyone can meet up with me at the boardwalk tomorrow night once everyone leaves.”
Mikki crossed her arms, “Why the boardwalk?”
The brunette shyly tugged on one of her tiny braids, “Sort of hanging out with a group of people tomorrow.”
“Seriously? Humans? That’s new. What’s so special about them?” Mikki stared at her in awe. Roseanne was one for never hanging out with humans. It was a big no in her book.
Roseanne shrugged, “Apparently there aren’t? Zeus could sense that they weren’t human. Though I have no idea what they actually are. But… I don’t know. Something about them is just… it just feels right.”
Roseanne left it at that and headed back into the barrier, disappearing from Mikki’s sight, leaving her alone.
Mikki narrowed her eyes at the barrier, “Not human, huh?”
“Her scent is mixed with death.” A males voice says from the shadows. A boy around Mikki’s age emerges from the shadows.
He had dark brown, almost black, short wavy hair with dark green eyes. He wore a ripped up gray t-shirt, a navy blue jean jacket, black jeans and old, worn out dark gray boots. Different colored rings adorned his fingers. The metal of his rings shined as he lit the cigarette that was hanging in between his lips with his lighter.
Mikki tilted her head at him, “Death? Haven't smelt something like that in fifty years, Dexter.”
Dexter shrugged, taking a puff of his cigarette, “Could be anything though. A walking corpse, vampires, reapers… Unfortunately a lot of creatures cling onto the scent of decay… and blood.” He added.
“Still narrows it down.” Mikki pointed out.
Dexter said nothing but nodded. It still was a level of threat to them, no matter what they were. “Zeus, Basil and I will be somewhat near her anyways tonight.”
“Gotta date in town?” Mikki asked as the two of them walked back to the camp.
Dexter took a drag, “Yep. Some new dinner in town called, ‘The Veil’.”
Mikki hummed as they walked through the barrier, “Just be cautious, we don’t know what other unsavory characters have made their home in Santa Carla.”
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Roseanne giggled as Zeus poked her side as the two walked down the boardwalk. She shoved Zeus playfully with one hand while she held onto her soft serve ice cream in the other.
“Feel good to stretch your legs?” Roseanne asked, taking a lick of her treat.
Zeus shrugged, throwing an arm over her shoulder, “It’s weird like usual. But, it’s also surprisingly nice? I don’t know. Santa Carla just feels… different. Like, the supernatural belongs here.”
Roseanne wiggled her nose in thought. He wasn’t wrong. Something about this small beach town was special. It wasn’t odd. There was a reason why Salem was a birthplace for witches. The land was special. It was magical just like some other places around the world. It was a hub for the supernatural. Kind of like what Hellmouths were. It drew creatures of all types to their land.
“Agree with you on that one. Hopefully we can get rid of this witch hunter problem and stay here for a long time.” Roseanne said, smiling up at Zeus.
Zeus smirked and poked at Roseanne again, “Uh huh, are you sure it isn’t the group of very attractive unknown creatures that you met the other night that make you want to stay?”
Roseanne blushed a little, taking another lick of her ice cream, “Maybe.”
Zeus gave her a look and Roseanne sighed, “Fine! Yes! I just feel comfortable around them. You know me, I’ve only ever let you or the others be intimate with me. Even when I went on dates with humans, I didn’t let them touch me at all.”
“I know, I know. I think it’s good that you’re finding new people, but just be cautious. We still don’t know what they are and you only just met them last night.” Zeus warned her.
Roseanne nodded, completely understanding where he and the coven were coming from. They didn’t know this town fully yet. What other creatures lurked in the shadows.
“I’ll be okay. Protection spells are at full power, athame strapped to my thigh and telekinesis ready and set to go.” Roseanne stopped a patted Zeus’s cheek, “I’m a big girl Zeus.”
Zeus grabbed the girl's hand and sighed, “I know you're a big girl. But I’m your familiar, your protector. It’s my job to watch over you.”
Roseanne frowned a little, “Yes, that's true, but you are also your own person.” She smiled and pushed the boy away from her a little, “Now go. Your boys are waiting for you. Can’t leave them waiting for your date.”
Zeus smiled at her softly and saluted her, “Holler if you need me, I’ll come running! Good luck!”
Roseanne shook her head fondly as she watched Zeus disappear into the crowd of people, no doubt leaving the boardwalk to go on his date with his two boyfriends.
With a smile, Roseanne continued eating her treat as she walked to her destination for the night; the carousel. She didn’t know if the group she met would actually meet up with her tonight. She was hopeful, no doubt, they seemed interested in her as she did them.
“Roseanne!” A female called out her name as she came closer to said carousel. Roseanne smiled; it was Star who called out to her.
The curly haired brunette smiled, breaking away from Michael who had her in his arms, and ran up to the witch. “Star.” Roseanne said as Star, interlocked their arms together.
“Hope I didn’t keep you guys waiting for too long.” Roseanne apologizes as Star walks the both of them back to Michael. It seemed like the others weren’t there yet.
Star shook her head with a smile, “Not at all. The others are gonna meet up with us a little later. They had to take care of something.”
Roseanne took a lick of her ice cream, “Oh.” She noticed both Michael and Star’s eyes glanced down at her lips for a brief second. She blushed a little under their gaze, “What do you want to do until then?”
Michael smiled down at the two females and wrapped an arm around Roseanne’s shoulders, taking place by her opposite side from Star. Roseanne could feel just how red her ears were turning. Never once did a human make her feel so flustered. I guess it helped that they weren’t exactly human.
“I got a couple ideas.” Michael grinned at Roseanne, pulling at one of her tiny braids.
Star smiled at the two interacting. Not only was her Michael beautiful, but Roseanne was just as gorgeous. Michael caught eyes with Star, and smirked a little at her thoughts.
Michael considered himself lucky. Star was the personification of her name. A pure, beautiful light in a sea of darkness. Now he had the possibility of Roseanne being his mate. A beautiful flower just waiting to be picked.
To say that Michael and Star did a great job of distracting Roseanne until the others met up with them would be an understatement; they did a wonderful job. After finishing her ice cream, the two showed her some of their own favorite spots around the boardwalk.
Star showed her around to some of the jewelry shops, showing her her favorites and even helping Roseanne pick out a few new pieces of jewelry. It was there that the witch asked them both about their earrings in their left ears and where they got them done. Star proudly told her that she did them herself and even offered to pierce Roseanne’s ears as well.
Roseanne happily took the offer for a later date.
To which both Michael and Star were happy to hear that she wanted to be around them even after that night.
Michael didn’t bother much with showing his favorite places. Instead, he would switch between Star and Roseanne, getting both women to randomly dance with him to the music that played over the speakers. Every single time, it would make Roseanne giggle at his sudden bursts of public affection.
People would stare at the three of them weirdly, but none of them cared. The three of them were in their own little world that nobody could break.
Roseanne would watch with a smile when Michael would sweep Star off her feet, the two of them staring at each other with nothing but love in their eyes. Jealousy never crept into Roseanne’s heart when the two would kiss in front of her, only admiration and a desire to be a part of it.
She blinked when that specific thought spilled in her head. She only just met them and she was already thinking about them in an intimate way. Oh boy, what was she falling into?
“Enjoying the show?”
Roseanne jumped at the sudden voice beside her and then sighed in relief when it was only David who was staring down at her. “David, you scared me.” Roseanne pressed a hand to her chest, right over her heart. She was always a little jumpy.
David grinned, “Cute.”
Roseanne flinched a little when David’s hand held her cheek gently. His thumb caressing her cheek ever so gently, his eyes boring into her own.
Roseanne cleared her throat, playing with the little tassels on her shawl, “Yes, actually.” She glanced over, seeing Star and Michael walk their way back over to her and David, “They’re beautiful.”
She didn’t know what made her say that outloud, but it was the truth.
David’s hand slipped away when Paul came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her torso, making her giggle, “You're beautiful too, babe.” He whispered in her ear with a grin.
Roseanne smiled as Marko and Dwayne greeted her as well; the entire group was together at last.
“Ready to have some fun?” Marko asked, trying to coax her out of Paul’s arm by grabbing her hand and pulling her towards him.
Roseanne caught Dwayne’s gaze, who was giving her a small, almost eager smile. With a shy nod, Roseanne let herself be taken by Marko. For once in a long time, Roseanne was excited for what the night had in store for her.
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New Young Adult Releases Coming Out Today! (November 2nd, 2021)
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Have I missed any new Young Adult releases? Have you added any of these books to your TBR? Let me know!
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New Standalones/First in a Series:
Gilded by Marissa Meyer 
Sway With Me by Syed M. Masood
Into the Bloodred Woods by Martha Brockenbrough
You Can Go Your Own Way by Eric Smith
Seven Dirty Secrets by Natalie D. Richards
Coming Back by Jessi Zabarsky
Dreams Lie Beneath by Rebecca Ross
Spin Me Right Round by David Valdes
Wild Tongues Can’t Be Tamed by Various
Skin of the Sea by Natasha Bowen
Cupcake by Cookie O'Gorman
Margot Mertz Takes It Down by Carrie McCrossen & Ian McWethy
The Reckless Kind by Carly Heath
Going Viral: A Socially Distant Love Story by Katie Cicatelli-Kuc
Briar Girls by Rebecca Kim Wells
Tiny Dancer by Siena Cherson Siegel & Mark Siegel
Blame it On the Mistletoe by Beth Garrod
Where Echoes Lie by Shannon Schuren
Freedom Swimmer by Wai Chim
The Ballad of Dinah Coldwell by Kate Brauning
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New Sequels: 
A Psalm of Storms & Silence (A Song of Wraiths and Ruin #2) by Roseanne A. Brown
Fourth Comings (Jessica Darling #4) by Megan McCafferty--Reprint
Girls of Fate & Fury (Girls of Paper and Fire #3) by Natasha Ngan
Terciel & Elinor (The Old Kingdom #6) by Garth Nix
Faith: Greater Heights (Faith Herbert Origin Story #2) by Julie Murphy 
Fat Angie: Homecoming (Fat Angie #3) by E.E. Charlton-Trujillo
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Happy reading!
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genre: smuttyyy
pairing: schoolgirl!rosé x reader
warning: teasing, dirty talk
anon: imagine having rosie whine for u to touch her during school so you pin her against the wall in the washroom and give her a quickie and she’s out of breath and WITHERING under you while begging for more but your teacher is gonna get suspicious and while you’re in class I see her CLENCHING HER thighs in those knee high socks and short skirt FUCKKKKK. OMG. PLEASE MAKE THAT AN IMAGINE, I’m begging authornim
A/N: i was SO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS. the request isn’t targeted towards a specific schoolgirl au but after her teaser and the convos i was having with anons...... DAMN. and thanks to pen, i will write multiple parts to this (a couple, at most. so if you don’t see what you were hoping for this time... you’re in for a surprise.) i hope this lives up to the hype we gave it!!
desire | temptations | office hours
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The concept of hell was a rather interesting idea to you.
Just from sitting in class and hearing about it, it was always a discussion regarding how terrible it was. It is horrible, it is gruesome, your teachers would say. It’s full of blasphemers, sinners, and infidels. You should live your life purely, without sin, to avoid that wretched place.
At least, that’s what you were told.
You always wondered, though you probably shouldn’t, what was it like? Was it a fiery pit where you were cursed to stay forever, was it an endless plane of nothingness where you’re forced to live with your own sinful thoughts?
Whatever it was, you were sure that you would end up there.
You were sure you would end up there— no— that you would be dragged there, because of the way a simple pair of lustful eyes and an open mouth cleaned you of all your moral beliefs. You always found your mind wandering back to them, no matter how much you tried to get rid of the thoughts. Even now, as you sat in class and listened to the ramblings of your teacher, watching the students around you fiddle with their pencils and diligently taking notes, you were thinking about them. 
You shouldn’t have given in, you really shouldn’t, but you glanced across the classroom as your teacher swatted a ruler against the chalkboard, and there they were.
The same lustful eyes that you always found fixated on you. 
You bit your lip as you scanned the culprit up and down. Innocent little Rosé was already licking her lips when she noticed you looking her way, always loving when your attention was on nothing but her. She sent you a flirty wink and a pucker of her perfect, pink lips, the same ones you remember your name spilling from just days ago. 
Just then, you could feel the sinking feeling in your stomach. The effect that this girl had on you was unreal. 
No, no, you turned your head back to the front of the classroom, don’t fall for it. Not now.
It only took a couple minutes for your phone (the one you hid from the school, of course) to vibrate in your bag. 
You cleared your throat to cover the noise, earning a stern look from your teacher. You simply smiled in apology and acted as if nothing happened before you slyly leaned over to reach into your bag. 
Your legs went weak at the message.
rosie: im craving your touch, baby.
rosie: how come you don’t look at me?
Your eyes instinctively darted back over to her. It felt like your heart had suddenly jumped to your throat to choke you. 
She shifted in her seat, making sure to face you at such an angle that she could easily play off whenever the teacher turned around. Knowing that your attention was once again back to her, Rosé grinned. Her legs were crossed, being so beautifully squeezed by her thigh high socks, and you noticed her foot playing at her calf. She brought her hand up to her chest, and that’s when you couldn’t breathe.
You were hypnotized by the way she gently caressed down her neck, her dainty fingers tracing the beautiful line of her collarbones before she stopped at the buttons of her blouse. 
You watched her fingertips work their magic. Her buttons popped from its plackets, slowly revealing bits of her skin inch by inch. You couldn’t help but follow the view with your eyes, going lower, lower, until you saw the thin outline of a red bra. 
It became too much when she blatantly knocked her pencil off of her desk only to lean forward in your direction. Your eyes blew wide. Her breasts were on perfect display, easily showcased right in front of you, her cleavage leading you to wonder what it would be like to have them in your hands once again.
When she met your eyes with a flirty grin, knowing that you were enjoying the perfect view she was giving you, you were sure that your ears were burning at the tip. You turned away and tried to hide the blush on your face as best as you could.
“Yes, Rosé?”
You looked up and saw the teacher turned around, with Rosé raising her hand.
“Sorry, teacher, I forgot that I have to stop by the student council room before next class, is it okay if I go right now?”
You froze. You already knew what she was doing.
No teacher ever said no to miss Roseanne. She had practically every authority figure in the palm of her hands with her sweet, innocent eyes that she would bat when she asked for something. That, along with the fact that little miss playful was the headmaster’s daughter.
Such a perfect angel for the public, but such a naughty devil for you.
“Oh, of course. I’ll write you a pass in a moment.”
You didn’t miss the sly bite of her lip as she leaned onto her desk.
“Would it also be okay if I brought someone along to help me? I may need to bring things to the other class.”
Aw, shit. You turned your head to face the window and tried to keep your leg from bouncing in anticipation. You didn’t mean to seem excited in any way, but your nerves were telling you otherwise. 
You weren’t even sure how Rosé managed to trap you. Though, truthfully, you knew how she did. She was so innocent and inviting, so sweet, but she was a vixen. You always wondered if she was the human embodiment of temptation itself when you lay alone in bed, staring at your dark ceiling with your hand trailing down your stomach.
“Y/n.”
You blinked out of your thoughts only to make direct eye contact with your teacher. They furrowed their brows at you. 
“If you could please accompany Miss Park. Grab your passes. As for the rest of you...” The teachers voice trailed off, and soon, all you saw was Rosé in front of you with her hand intertwined with yours, leading you down the hallway. 
You gulped.
“Rosé— I thought we agreed it was a one time thing.”
She looked back at you and tilted her head. A sly smile crossed her face. “You thought it would only be a one time thing when you fucked me like that?” Her grin Rosé’s face grew wider when she grabbed and pulled you in by your collar.
Her lips crashed against yours in the middle of the hallway, and you nearly fell over from the way she pounced on you. 
Your anxiousness spiked at the thought of being caught. Classes were still in session, and someone could be walking the halls and suddenly see two girls kissing. In a religious academy. And one being the headmaster’s daughter, no less. 
Rosé didn’t care at all, and for some reason, you couldn’t pull away. You fell into the kiss and let her ravage your lips, your hands soon finding her hips and squeezing them to pull her close to you. She let out a breathy moan and when she looked at you through her eyelashes, you knew you were doomed. 
Neither of you even bothered to check if anyone was inside the bathroom before she practically shoved you inside, stumbling together into a stall and you quickly pressing her body against the stall door. It didn’t seem to bother Rosé in the slightest, considering the fact that she was practically tonguing you down in the halls. 
She moaned when she felt the force of your arms against her abdomen. Silencing her with a kiss, her hands scratched at the back of your head before gently tugging your head away. 
“I love when your eyes are on me,” she gasped when you nipped at her lip. “You always try so hard to avoid me.”
You laughed a bit. “Don’t you think it’s a bit unholy to be teasing me during class? You’re a sinner, Rosie.”
“You’re no better, with the way you give me exactly what I want,” Rosé sighed against your lips when you slid your thigh between hers. She was right. 
“Lets make this quick, then,” you grabbed at her blouse and quickly undid the remaining buttons, “you’re so naughty, Rosé.”
Rosé pressed her head back against the stall as you pushed her bra down to attach your lips to her already perky nipple, letting your tongue swirl in all directions until you pulled away and did the same to the other. Rosé was stifling her moans as she began to rock her hips against you. 
The feeling between your own legs began to grow hotter and hotter with every sound that came from her mouth. You traced your lips up her chest and latched onto her neck, finding her sweet spot and immediately biting down. 
A throaty moan came from the girl beneath you. You instinctively covered her mouth with your hand and looked her into her lidded eyes that only grew darker the more she grinded on you.
“You need to be quiet,” you whispered. Rosé‘s breaths were hot on your palm, but you only smirked when she eagerly nodded. 
Without missing a beat, you removed your hand and slid it down her body. You followed with your eyes and licked your lips as you took her in completely— you wondered how she got away with looking so good in a school uniform.
Rosé whined when your hand went to her thigh. The tips of your fingers danced across her thigh highs, and how you loved the way she blushed when you pushed her skirt up. Your eyes immediately landed on the wet spot that tainted her panties. 
You licked your lips. Shameless Rosé never stopped moving against you, even as you did so. She still had her arms wrapped around your neck, holding you close to her lips so that you could feel ever shudder, hear every whimper. The slickness of her panties began to run along your own thigh, and you grew impatient the more you felt it. 
Wondering just how sensitive poor little Rosie was, you pressed your middle finger along her slit. Just the action alone made her twitch against your leg, and it seemed as if she didn’t appreciate it, not with the way she glared at you. 
“Stop teasing me now, y/n,” though she looked annoyed, her voice was shaky, “just fuck me.”
You raised your eyebrows in surprise. It never failed to surprise you when Rosé was so straightforward and blunt, but you hated looking like a puppy to her. “My, my, Rosie, such a foul mouth,” you shook your head and pushed her panties to the side, “I wonder how many more swears you know?”
You sank your finger into her already dripping cunt, grinning at the way Rosé bit her lip as her eyes rolled back. She moaned through her pursed lips, her arms releasing you to grab at your arms. 
“Oh god, fuck me, y/n,” Rosé whined at the same time you began to pump your finger, your thumb playing over her clit. You had hoped that no one would walk inside the bathrooms, lest they wanted to hear the filth that the two of you were currently creating.
Your pace began to gradually pick up when you realized how much time had probably passed. You wanted Rosé to come, and you wanted to see the look on her face when she did. 
With every curve of your finger and every swipe of your thumb, Rosé let out soft mewls between her lip and her teeth, to the point where you had to shut her up by kissing her, hard. You pushed your tongue past her lips and melted at the way she moaned into your mouth, her lips parting to let out a shaky moan.
“It’s not enough,” Rosé whined, her hands gripping at your arms as she pushed her head against the wall, “y/n, please...”
Not enough? You shook your head. If there was one thing you learned about Rosé, it was that she always wanted more. She was always begging you for more, and you always gave it to her. 
Your second and third finger slid into her with ease. There was no hiding the moan that Rosé let out, and you cursed yourself, but you would be lying if you said that it didn’t spur you on. 
There was sure to be a mess afterwards, and you knew that her panties were too far gone by now. 
You began to thrust your fingers into her in quick, hard, steady strokes. Being the good girl that she was, Rosé gladly took you in, and rolled her hips along your thigh to meet you halfway.
“Fuck, fuck me daddy,” she whined, her eyes clenched shut as her hands went to play at her own breasts. 
Your eyes went wide at the sound of that. 
You blinked, almost as if you were trying to snap yourself out of a dream, but as the name repeatedly fell from Rosé’s lips, her cries turning into small begs for attention, you felt your surprise fading away, and let yourself gaze at the sight before you.
The innocent girl that everyone loved getting railed in the school bathroom during class hours, skirt hiked up past her hips with her tits out on display, all for you. You scanned over her facial expressions and marveled at the way her eyebrows furrowed with every moan, how mouth hung open, her precious lips plump and red from all of the biting before. Your eyes scanned down and watched as the cross that she wore around her neck bounced with her. If only everyone knew just how much of a whore she was, just for you. 
There was something abut her that just made you crazy.
“Cum now, princess,” you whispered, “you don’t want to be punished, do you?”
“I-if it’s by you... then I don’t care,” Rosé licked her teeth with a small giggle. You couldn’t resist smiling back.
You curled your fingers into Rosé one last time, pulling the orgasm straight from her body. She threw her head back, arching against your body as shivers ripped through her spine, her breathing heavy and moans stifled as she covered her own mouth. 
You loved the sounds of Rosé’s moans. You loved hearing everything that spilled from her mouth, you loved how she grabbed you, begged for you, how she comes because of you. 
You loved to be the one that was able to see this side of the perfect little church girl, the side that crumbled before your fingers. You knew that you were breaking every rule in the book every time you gave in to her, but you knew that you wouldn’t stop anytime soon.
As Rosé came down from her high, her chest heaving as she regained her composure, she leaned her head on your shoulder and let out another giggle. “You’re the naughty one, y/n. How did you learn to please a woman like this?”
You laughed. “I guess I was born to be damned.”
Rosé eyed you up and down before smiling. Once she detached herself from you, you watched as she slid her panties from her legs. “Why don’t you keep these safe for me?”
“Excuse me?” You raised your eyebrows as she held them out for you, “You’re just going to walk around—”
The vixen shut you up with a kiss. She held your face close, slipping her tongue back into your mouth and moaning when you sucked on it. When she pulled back, her eyes stared straight into yours.
“Don’t worry. No one else sees me the way you do.” She gave you a sly wink.
You watched, stunned, as she fixed her skirt and smoothed her hair out, making sure to fix her bra and button her shirt as well. 
You both greeted your teacher as you made it back to class a few minutes before you were to be released. They didn’t seem to suspect anything in the slightest as the two of you sat down, beaming at the sight of the model student.
From the corner of your eye, you could see Rosé, legs neatly crossed and not a hair out of place, smiling at the teacher as she gave them her undivided attention. Her necklace sat perfectly, the cross dangling right in your face, and you couldn’t help but imagine when she’d give you that chance again.
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Rosé just wanted to enjoy her day off.
There she was at her favorite cafe with her best friend, sipping on her iced americano on a hot summer day, trying to ignore Jennie’s annoying habit of guessing the dick size of every young guy that walked into the cafe.
“Six inches...eight inches…” Jennie quietly said, subtlety pointing at each man entering.
“No, wait...nine inches. He’s definitely packing.”
“Can you stop being a slut for five seconds?” Rosé asked, loudly slurping on her drink.
“Have you met me?” Jennie laughed.
“Sadly yes,” Rosé teased. “Your legs are like a convenience store, they never close.”
Jennie stuck her tongue out. “You’re just jealous that I get dicked down more. Oh, that guy definitely has a huge cock.”
“Are you trying to beat your record? Getting fucked by four guys wasn’t enough? Unnie, save some cock for the rest of us.”
“There’s plenty here to go around. Like a dick buffet."
“God, you really are a whore. You do know you don't actually need dick to survive?"
“You’re just saying that because not every guy will drop his pants for you.”
Rosé scoffed. “Is that so? You think I couldn’t pick any cute guy here to suck off in the bathroom?”
“That’s too easy, there’s nothing but hot guys here. You need a real challenge.”
“I’ll take whatever you can throw at me.”
“You’re on then. Follow me.”
                                                        ✦✦
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jennie asked.
“I’m not backing down,” Rosé said.
“Fine. Two rules, and you must accept both.”
“No problem.”
“The first - the next guy who shows up. It doesn’t matter who - you drop to your knees and you suck him off.“
“That’s it? The bathroom is right there, this will be a cakewalk.”
“Bathroom? Sorry, Rosie, that’s off-limits. That’s too easy. You suck his fucking dick right here.”
“What? Are you out of your fucking mind?” Rosé said exasperatedly.
“Too scared? Don’t worry I’ll keep an eye out.”
“Fine, whatever. What’s the second rule?”
“No swallowing. I know that’ll be difficult for a little cumslut like you.”
Rosé scoffed. “What do I do when he cums then?”
“That’s not my problem, you figure it out,” Jennie laughed.
“Fine. You’re on you whore.“
                                                     ✦✦
You had one plan for the day, pick up new clothes for work, and head out. Your favorite department store was always crowded after work, so you took the morning off, needing to run other errands at the same time anyways. You used your time to shop early first thing, seeing very little people getting in your way.
Heading towards the section you always browsed, you walked with purpose, but before reaching your destination you were stopped as you heard a voice to your left.
“H-hi!”
You saw what caused the interruption - two gorgeous women to your left, one slightly skinnier than the other with colorful hair in a variety of pink and purple hues.
“Hi? Uh, can I help you, ladies?”
The girl with the purple hair smiled. “Well, in a way. I’m here to help you.”
Her voice was accentuated by an incredibly sexy Australian accent, were it not for that you would have completely ignored her. You didn’t really know what she was talking about or what she wanted but you weren’t that interested anyway.
“I’m sorry but I’m pretty busy right now,” you replied.
“Oh, this won’t take long. Well...it might depending on you,” she playfully said with a giggle.
“You’re stalling, Rosie,” the dark-haired woman said.
“If you’re trying to sell me something I’m not interested, I’m just here to pick some things up for work,” you said.
“We’re not!” she responded.
“Rosie-”
“How you’d like to get your dick sucked today?” She abruptly asked, throwing you completely off-guard.
“I’m sorry, what?”
She smiled again. “It’s still pretty early. Wouldn’t you like to start your day off by having a pretty girl sucking your cock?”
You were stunned. “I-I, I don’t even know you-”
“Well, my name is Roseanne, but you can call me Rosé. This is my friend Jennie, but you don’t have to pay attention to her.” Not simply just Rose, but Rosé. You might have rolled your eyes were you not looking in their direction.
“What the fuck-” Jennie complained.
“It’s not every day you get an offer like this, is it? If you’re not interested in a little you know...” she said, making a jerking off motion and miming her cheek being full.
“I’ll just leave you alone and find someone else.”
“Wait. Hold on-”
“See? Told you he’d be interested, “ Jennie said.
“I’m very good at it,” Rosé smirked, sweetening the pot. Well, how could you refuse an offer like that?
“So you’ll just blow me...just like that?”
“Of course,” Rosé eagerly responded.
“Why? I’m just a stranger.”
“That’s part of the fun. Does it really matter why?”
“No, it doesn’t.”
“Come on then,” Rosé said as she offered her hand and whisked you away to a faraway part of the department.
“This will do nicely,” she said.
“Wait. Here? There’s like two bathrooms right over there”
“Bathrooms are against the rules,” Jennie interrupted.
“Rules?”
“We’re just having some friendly competition,” Rosé said.
You hesitated. “We could get caught, arrested or who knows what else.“
“Isn’t that also part of the fun? The thrill of getting caught? Besides, I’ll be making you feel so good you won’t even be thinking of anything else. ” Rosé said with a flirty smile.
“I’ll be a really good lookout,“ Jennie said.
“Look, do you want me to suck your dick or not? I’m not gonna ask again,” Rosé asked impatiently.
“O-of course I do.”
It was a rather secluded area in the corner of the men’s department. High shelves and mannequins dressed better than you ever had blocked most of the view, and Jennie found herself in a rather perfect position to keep an eye out for anyone who would ruin the fun.
Still, you couldn’t help but feel nervous as Rosé slowly lowered her body down until her knees hit the carpet, positioning herself in front of a rack of expensive-looking sports jackets that obscured the view as she grabbed a hairband off her wrist and used it to tie her hair up into a messy ponytail.
“Relax,” Rosé reassured as she began unfastening your pants, dragging your zipper down as if in slow motion as she looked up, giving you a good look at her natural features. Rosé was so beautiful to look at. Her eyes were gorgeous, her full pink lips looked so kissable as you braced yourself, knowing you were about to feel them on your body.
She yanked your pants down to your ankles, and her eyes were drawn to the forming bulge in your boxers as she licked her lips. Grabbing a handful of crotch she rubbed at your cock through the restricting fabric of your underwear, planning her next move as she traced the outline of your hardening shaft.
“What should I call you?” she pondered.
“Well, I do have a name. It’s- “
“No names,” she bluntly interrupted. “If you tell me your name then you won’t be a stranger anymore.”
Rosé grabbed the waistband of your boxers and pulled them down in one swift swooping motion, releasing your trapped cock and briefly avoiding getting smacked in the face with it.
“Wow,” she said full of surprise as her eyes grew wide at the sight of your unleashed shaft.
“Can I call you...Daddy?” Rosé asked as she grabbed your dick and squeezed gently, stroking slowly as her fingers wrapped around your hard throbbing shaft.
“Call me anything you like.”
“Okay. You have a really nice cock, daddy.”
The second time she used the word you felt a tingle up your spine.
“That’s a little overboard, Rosie,” Jennie teased as she overheard.
“Just shut up and do your job,” she fired back.
And there you were, trying to process it all. Your pants down to your ankles in the middle of a fucking department store, being jerked off by a girl you had met no less than five minutes ago. Her innocent face was at odds with what she was doing, and you weren’t sure why you had landed such an opportunity, but quite frankly you didn’t care and were going to enjoy every moment.
Rosé watched the look in your eyes as she stroked your cock, spitting on your shaft to help lubricate it as she twisted her soft delicate hand as she squeezed and pumped up and down, making you leak all over her fingers. She enjoyed it all too much, it was as if she was testing you to see how long you could hold out until you felt her lips.
The moment you felt her wet tongue pressing flat against your shaft, gently brushing up from base to tip you groaned louder than expected, feeling the wetness of her saliva being left in the form of a thin sheen all over your cock.
Rosé did not miss a spot, flicking up and down every inch of your shaft before she found your swollen sensitive tip and began swirling around it in a way she had done many times before, collecting your pre-cum as her tongue gathered every drop that leaked out of your slit.
Her sparkling eyes looked up once more as if to ask if you were ready, although nothing could prepare you for the next few moments. Giving a chaste kiss on the very tip of your shaft, Rosé wettened her lips and they parted as they wrapped around your cock and you felt yourself entering the warmth of Rosé’s mouth.
“F-fuck,” you moaned, as her pretty lips sealed around the head of your cock, gently sucking your tip while keeping a hand stroking your shaft.
She began to bob her head as her lips went deeper down your shaft and retracted back, giving you deep satisfying pleasure as her lips slowly sucked you off at a slow sensual pace.
"That feels fucking amazing."
"I taught her everything she knows," Jennie butted in.
"Oh please," Rosé said, rolling her eyes."I give way better head than you. You just go for quantity over quality."
Your eyebrow furrowed, letting her know you didn’t know what she meant by that.
“Jennie sucked four guys off in a bathroom once. And they all fucked her after that.”
“You girls are wild.”
“We just like to have fun,” Jennie replied.
The warmth of Rosé’s mouth returned, as the pace of her blowjob changed dramatically, slobbering all over your cock as she used one hand to stroke your cock in a corkscrew motion while the other fondled your balls.
“They feel so full, daddy. Seems like you have a lot of cum for me.”
It didn’t take long until Rosé was taking most of you inside her mouth, slurping on your cock like she had missed breakfast and was starving. Her lips felt so soft and her mouth felt so wet, you’d had to admit this was easily one of the best blowjobs you’d ever had.
“God, you’re really good at this,” you admitted, encouraging Rosé as she slapped your cock on her wet pink tongue before licking all around it.
“I’m glad you like it, daddy.”
Her lips tightened around your shaft as she slurped and moaned around your cock, loud enough to make you remember you were very much not in a place designed for such a lewd act, trusting Jennie to keep an eye out.
Rosé bobbed her head faster as she gave long, deep satisfying strokes with her plump lips, moving closer to the end of your cock each time.
“This is my favorite part,” she said with a sly smile, adding more suction and saliva with every movement until her lips met your base and she began deepthroating you, causing you to hit the back of her tight throat and groaned in pleasure.
“Oh f-fuuck,” you moaned, throwing your head back.
The time for slow and sensual was over, as Rosé swallowed up your cock, messily sucking on it with her hungry mouth as she braced herself on your thighs, keeping the oral onslaught on your cock at full potential.
“I hope you’re almost done with him, Rosie. I keep seeing more and more people,” Jennie said.
“Oh, I think we’re getting to the finish line. You’re close aren’t you, daddy?”
You weren’t given a chance to respond as you felt your cock hit the back of Rosé’s tight warm throat, maintaining constant eye contact as she took you deep down as you would fit. Her lips hit your base with every stroke and she moved rapidly from base to tip and then the reverse, not once feeling the need to come up for air as pleasured your cock, wildly bobbing her head up and down to draw out your orgasm.
You closed your eyes almost involuntarily. Savoring the way Rosé’s soft lips traveled up and down your shaft, leaving a trail of saliva and the hungrily slurp of her lips and her wet tongue playing around with the underside of your needy shaft.
There wasn’t a chance in hell you were going to last much longer, and you were thankful for that as Rosé sucked the life out of your cock, that knot in your belly tightening more and more by the second.
“I...I’m gonna cum.”
Rosé’s eyes lit up as she pulled your cock out of her mouth, furiously jerking you off in anticipation. You waited for her to open her mouth back up again, surely she wasn’t going to let you-
“She’s not allowed to swallow,” Jennie explained as she approached for a closer look at the action, interrupting your thoughts.
“Another rule?” you asked. Jennie nodded. “You sure have a lot of rules.”
“Just have to keep it interesting. We do this a lot, “ Jennie smirked.
Rosé kept the pressure on your cock as she stroked even faster, the gears turning in her head as she realized that without the ability to keep your cum contained in her pretty mouth that there weren’t a whole lot of places for your cum to go. Except for all over her.
“I can’t wait for you to explode, daddy.”
You just stood there, practically motionless as you watched Rosé jerking you off furiously, one stroking your cock while the other fondled your balls, doing everything she could to drain your balls as fast as possible.
Watching the eagerness in your eyes, you felt every stroke through your entire body, the faster and longer she stroked the deeper your breathing became until you gave into the pleasure.
“Oh god, I’m-”
You groaned louder than you were expecting as you erupted all over Rosé’s stunning innocent features. Rosé leaned forward as her face collected thick milky strands of hot cum everywhere, painting her forehead and cheeks, her cute nose, and her pink lips. You felt all the tension in your body being released all at once as Rosé milked every last drop onto her beautiful face, her expression in awe at how much of your load she had covered herself in.
Rosé smiled widely and proudly, cleaning off the remains of your cock clean and feeling a wetness between her thighs forming at the task she had just performed in public.
“We should go. It’s getting busier,” Jennie said.
“I’ll just head to the bathroom and then we can leave-”
Jennie looked down at the girl with her face covered in your cum. “Bathroom? Did you forget already?”
“You said I couldn’t use it to suck his cock in,” Rosé said as she stood, feeling the weight of your load as it began dripping down her face.
“Well, you can’t use it to clean up either. And no using your shirt either. “
“Jennie, what the fuck? Aren’t you taking this a bit too far?”
“Am I? You wanted to dethrone me, didn’t you? Then you’ll walk outside with this messy fucking load all over your slutty face.”
Rosé sighed, frustrated, and dumbfounded.
“You can’t be fucking serious. Look at me, I’m a mess.”
“Hey, you agreed to this. You can clean yourself off when we get to the car, I’ll bring it around front. Now, give him your number before anything, and I’ll meet you there,” Jennie said as she gave Rosé’s cum-stained face a long lick, sampling a bit of your semen and licking her lips.
“You taste good. It was nice meeting you,” she smiled and headed off in her own direction.
“Jennie!” Rosé yelled, realizing she was powerless to do anything at this point. She couldn’t waste any more time as you grabbed your phone and handed it to her as she inputted her digits into it, calling herself as you heard the vibration of her phone in your pocket.
“I’ll see you later,” she said with a nervous smile as she hurriedly exited the department, trying to avoid anyone and everyone as she was still covered with you as she stepped into a waiting car idling by the entrance.
                                                      ✦✦
You don’t remember what time it was, but you felt the buzz of your phone going off twice as you stared up at the ceiling, resting from both the day's events and an unusually long day of work.
There were two messages as you checked your phone, both from the girl named Rosé which you had met earlier as part of your lucky day. The first was a full-body selfie, showing herself still in the same outfit from before.
The second message was an address.
These clothes are annoying me, daddy. Come take them off of me.
Well, you certainly weren’t going to refuse such an offer.
Twenty minutes later you arrived at her apartment, both excited and nervous to see her again.
“Rosie, your dick appointment is here,” Jennie said as you knocked on the door as she unexpectedly answered it.
“Oh, hi, daddy!” Rosé excitedly said as she scurried to the door. Jennie verbally groaned. “Are you still going to call him that?”
“Yes. You don’t mind do you, daddy?” Rosé said playfully. While her outfit remained the same, you clearly noticed the lack of a bra, not that you minded.
“Not at all.”
“See, I thought so. Okay, time for you to go, Jennie. I’m sure like twelve guys are waiting in a public bathroom somewhere to give you all a facial again.”
“It was only four. And you think I'm going to miss out on all the fun?” Jennie said.
Rosé rolled her eyes. “Well, I’m not going to let him fuck you too if that’s what you’re thinking. His cock is too nice to share with your slutty ass.”
“You selfish whore.”
“Find your own cock, Jennie, this one is all mine.” Rosé smiled.
“Fine,” Jennie huffed, as she grabbed something out of Rosé’s back pocket. “But I’m going to be nice and help out. Might as well put this new phone to good use, hm Rosie?”
“Oh my god, you’re so annoying. Can’t you go be a slut somewhere else?”  
Jennie turned her attention towards you. “Look, if you’re going to have a hot night with this little slut, wouldn’t you like to be able to replay it over and over?”
“That does sound nice…”
“I’m sorry you have to deal with her, daddy,” Rosé sighed. “Fine, but you don’t get to touch him, and stay out of the way.”
“I’ll be just like a ghost.”
You weren’t expecting a second pair of eyes, but given the circumstances in how you met Rosé, you felt like anything could happen with these two.
Rosé grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom while Jennie followed.
“I’ll give you two time to warm up before I start recording,” Jennie smugly said.
“How generous,” Rosé sarcastically replied.
You felt a bit awkward with Jennie in the room, even though hours ago she had watched you give this gorgeous woman with the sexiest accent a huge facial in public.
“Just ignore her,” Rosé said as she brought you closer to the bed and wrapped her arms around your neck, planting her soft lips against yours, lips you missed feeling on your cock already. Rosé tasted sweet, and you wanted more as you engaged her lips again, your tongues dancing around as your hands wrapped around her slender waist.  
You both carefully climbed the bed, with her petite body under yours you couldn’t help but want to uncover more of it, you needed to see every inch of it.
“Can I take this off?” you asked, gently tugging on the material of her shirt.
“Of course, daddy. That’s what you’re here for, isn’t it? Take it all off me.”
She smiled and you crashed your lips against hers again as you grabbed the hem of her shirt and hastily removed it from her body, tossing it away as fast as you could as you admired her bare torso and her small, but perky tits.
“God, you’re so gorgeous,” you said as your mouth watered.
“Are you just going to stare?” she teased.
“I just might,“ you replied, not knowing where you wanted to start. You kissed her again, this time rougher, forgoing passion for lust as you sucked on her bottom lip as you wanted to devour every inch of this girl's body.
“Fuck, you really are sexy. You make me want to ruin you,” you growled, as you brought your lips to the side of her neck and licked up and down it before parking your lips against her sensitive skin, earning your first moan of the night.
“I won’t stop you, daddy.”
You kept your lips sucking away on her neck, hungrily eating up every bit of her sensitive warm flesh you found there with every desire to mark her. Sharing lustful stares, you slowly peeled yourself from her neck before moving down, kissing her collarbone, her chest, her breasts, and her tight stomach, falling completely in love with her body.
“I’m definitely going to ruin you.”
Rosé blushed as you moved your lips back to her chest, sucking on her nipples that had already hardened.
“Things are getting spicy now,” Jennie commented, as she readied Rosé’s phone, and prepared to play camerawoman.
“Just pretend like I'm not here.”
It was rather easy to forget about Jennie’s presence, given the infatuation you had already had with Rosé’s tight body as you continued sucking on her perky tits, biting on her nipples, and slurping on them as her cute whiny moans filled your ears.
Unlike your earlier shenanigans in the department store, you were going to take your time here, using your time freely to explore every inch and surface of Rosé, not leaving a part of her body without your lips touching it.
It didn’t take long for Rosé to melt at your touch as you kept a nipple in between your lips as a hand began travelling south. You slipped a hand in between her slender thighs, actually surprised with the fact that she still had underwear on as you pushed against her core and felt a piece of thin fabric impeding your progress.
Rosé gasped as you pushed two fingers against her underwear, pressing against her clothed pussy and you could feel an obvious wetness already. You withdrew your mouth from her tits rubbing circles against her clothed core and seeing the lust and desire in her pretty sparkling eyes.
“F-fuck, daddy,” Rosé said as she gave another desperate gasp. Exposing her weakness, you felt obliged to take advantage of it as you hiked up her tight red skirt and revealed the lavender pair of panties that almost matched the color of her hair, taking note of the very prominent wet spot front and center.
“You’re drenched, Miss Rosie,” taking advantage of the cute nickname for the first time, spreading her thighs wider and nudging your nose against the wet spot, taking in her intoxicating aroma and giving a lick across the damp spot that caused her breath to hitch and her hips to buck.
“Sensitive are we?” you asked teasingly, giving another short lick and then nothing, just staring at the anticipation in Rosé’s dazzling round eyes.
You barely knew this girl hours ago, and you still didn’t, but you knew you needed to turn her into a puddle, an absolute squirming mess. Maybe it was the fact that her friend Jennie was involved in this little romp, filming the reaction on her face that you felt obligated to up the ante.
Rosé’s thighs were surprisingly full considering her body type, plenty to work with as you began kissing up and down each thigh tenderly, planting a trail of kisses on her pale flushed skin as you felt the fabric of her panties becoming wetter by the moment.
“God, do you have to tease me so much, daddy?” She whined as you began to replace soft kisses with long delicate licks, tasting the warmth of her soft sensitive skin.
“Of course,” you said, responding with messier licks that turned into bites, wanting to mark every part of her body. If she was this needy now, you couldn’t wait to see how she reacted with your head in between her thighs.
This was too much fun really, making her squirm with every touch but you grew a bit hungry, with the only thing that could satisfy your appetite inches apart from your lips. Giving a delicate kiss to Rosé’s wet center that made her jerk, you hooked your fingers into the waistband of her ruined panties, and with her lifting her ass up you slid them down her incredibly long and sexy legs, tossing them at Jennie who was not amused at your antics.
Words did describe how beautiful Rosé’s pussy looked. Absolutely perfect in every way, pink, shaved, and appetizing as could be as the soft flesh between her spread thighs was abundantly coated with her nectar that you were dying to have a taste.
“God, you look so delicious. You look good enough to eat,” you said, admiring the view her wet pink pussy gave, your mouth continuing to water with each second you stared between her legs.
“Then taste me, daddy,” she pleaded, but you weren’t going to make it easy for her. There wouldn’t be any fun in that as you began sucking on one of her thighs, running your hand up and down the other, and switching sides until she was falling apart.
“D-daddy, please,” she whined, as you sucked on her skin deeper, before removing your lips from her marked thighs and licking your lips at what you saw ready for you.
“Please what?”
“Please eat me,” she said, but you weren’t convinced, planting more kisses on her thighs and ultimately one on her pussy, blowing hot air aimed at her clit as her whole body jerked.
“F-fuck, daddy, p-lease.”
You quite enjoyed the control you held over her, wanting to give her just a sample of what was in store as you gave one slow, long lick up her drenched slit, hearing a loud needy moan as you tasted her for the first time.
“Like, this, baby?”
“Y-yes, daddy. More.”
“I didn’t hear a please. Daddy wants you to beg.”
“P-please, daddy. Please let me feel that tongue inside my pussy, please, please daddy.”
Her begging really turned you on. You didn’t know whether to make her continue or not, but you figured she had enough for the time being as you almost ripped her skirt off her petite body  licked in between her folds slowly, gathering every bit of honey to taste on your tongue.
“Oh f-fuck, daddyyy…” she moaned with that ridiculously sexy accent, and you wanted to hear more and quickly grew tired of teasing, eating Rosé out like she was your last fucking meal. You explored her delicious pussy with your tongue, licking every inch of her cunt and lapping up her juices on your lips as you began to feel her soft thighs slowly closing around your face.
Feeling a warm thigh on either side caressing your face you looked up at Rosé as you devoured her pussy, seeing her mouth agape as you licked everywhere you could before taking her sensitive clit between your lips, taking a few swipes before bringing it into your mouth and sucking on it loudly.
“Oh fuuuck, daddy, you eat me so well, you really know how to use that fucking tongue,” she said, her thighs shaking around your head.
Rosé sure was something. All you knew about her was her name, that she looked amazing naked and she gave amazing head, and also both her and her friend really liked to have a lot of sex. You also knew she was the most delicious thing you’ve ever tasted, her taste unforgettable and you wanted it lingering on your tongue forever.
“You taste so fucking good,” you growled out as you continued to feast on her sensitive pussy, burying your face between her thighs as you felt her small hands grabbing onto your head and pulling on your hair as you lapped at her leaking hole, trying to get more of her juices into your mouth.
The more you ate her out the more you wanted her, feeling her dripping cunt smearing all over your face, every lick inside her pussy earning a cute whiny moan, and the way you could feel her body reacting to your touch you could tell she was close.
You kept your lips surrounding her clit, running your hands all over her body while you brought two fingers inside her wet hole and curled them, hitting her spot and making her lose it. Her back arched as you furiously rocked your fingers inside her tight cunt, trying to make her hit her peak as fast as possible.
“D-daddy, p-please don’t stop, I’m almost there,” she whimpered, and you did everything in your power to bring her there. Rubbing at her core and sloppily slurping on her clit, feeling the warm thighs around your head vibrating in time with your fingers, and soon after Rosé came.
Her juices gushed into your mouth and you felt the whole bed shaking in response to her climax. Keeping your fingers buried in her leaking cunt and your lips wrapped tightly on her swollen clit, her whole body turned to jelly and rendering herself out of breath.
Jennie kept the camera focused on her o-face, getting a closeup view of the intense orgasm that had just run its course through her body.
“G-god, you’re amazing,“ Rosé breathlessly said as you kissed up her body and brought your fingers into her mouth. Without even asking, she sucked on them, tasting her own juices and needily slurped on them, cleaning them off.
Rosé didn’t stop, even after the taste of herself no longer lingered on your fingers, her lips and tongue continued slurping away and couldn’t get enough, revealing one of her weaknesses to you.
“You really are such a needy little slut,” Jennie said, keeping Rosé's glazed over eyes in perfect frame.
“I wanna taste your cock again, daddy,” Rosé said, cutely pouting, wanting the same thing as you flipped positions. She quickly stripped your shirt off and slipped her delicate hand inside your shorts and began stroking your cock.
You continued to intoxicate yourself with the taste of Rosé’s lips as her small hand pumped you up and down, finding that slow rhythm that built you up, leaving you wanting more.
“Then suck my cock,” you demanded, and her eyes beamed at your command, instantly wanting to obey.
“I’ll do more than that, daddy,” she seductively said as your pants and boxers were removed in a flash, matching her state of undress as her eyes admired your cock, hard as could be.
Rosé didn’t waste time diving into your cock, freely stroking it as her naked body laid down flat on her stomach and spread your legs, licking up and down hungrily all over your shaft and leaving a sheen of saliva all over.
Her attention changed as Rosé brought her mouth to your balls, kissing each one tenderly before she brought them into her mouth individually, licking and sucking each tenderly as she stroked your cock, causing you to moan even louder.
“You must really like his cock, Rosie. Not that I blame you,” Jennie said as she aimed the phone carefully to make sure she didn’t miss a single section of the action.
“I do. I love daddy's cock,” Rosé said as she nudged her nose against your balls and sucked even more before she covered your shaft in a plethora of kisses from base to tip, making sure not to miss a spot untouched by her beautiful soft lips.
“Daddy…” Rosé said, pausing afterward. “I want you to fuck my throat.”
The erotic words you had just heard was anything but surprising, yet you wanted to hear her repeat it. Not just because you wanted to hear her confirming what she wanted, because you wanted just to hear it again.
“What was that?”
With her hands stroking your cock Rosé repeated her request. “Fuck my throat, daddy.”
Rosé’s lips pulled into a needy smile as you took your cock from her and took control, rubbing your tip all over her soft lips, smearing your leaking precum all over her sinful mouth.
“Slap my pretty face with that fucking cock, daddy.”
Rosé had said a lot of filthy things that day, but this had to be one of your favorites. With your cock rock fucking hard, you slapped her cute face several times, your tip striking her cheeks and leaving more precum as you heard her pretty moans after each soft impact.
Desperately needing more out of Rosé’s mouth, you pushed half of your shaft back in her mouth, roughly grabbing the back of her head and shoved her all the way down your base as you began to fuck her warm pretty mouth.
You picked up speed right away and harshly rammed your cock down Rosé’s throat, feeling it tightening as you hit the back of it and instantly causing a series of gags.
Rosé’s eyes looked straight at you as she maintained perfect eye contact, slurping and gagging on every inch of your shaft as you used her for your own pleasure, fucking her mouth like a toy and causing your shaft to be drenched with her saliva in a matter of seconds.
“Choke on that fucking dick,” Jennie said as you increased your speed, your slippery cock moving in and out of her open mouth with ease, her eyes beginning to water as her drool smeared all over her lips and chin.
“Fuck, that feels so good, baby,” you moaned after a series of harsher thrusts, your balls slapping against her pretty face. Soon the sounds of Rosé gagging on your cock matched your rhythm, and you gave in to your animalistic desires as you used both hands and repeatedly drove every inch of your needy cock down her messy warm mouth.
“Such a messy little slut aren’t you, Rosie? You’re really taking that cock well.” Jennie said.
You continued to moan as you fucked Rosé’s pretty drool-covered face, the look in her eyes not only encouraging you to continue but letting you know that she was getting off on this just as much as you were.
With your hands running through her hair you pulled her all the way down and held her all the way against your base, debating on whether you wanted to unload deep down her throat but opting to keep her held there with her throat stuffed with every inch, earning more sinful gags as you furiously fucked her throat mercilessly.
Holding her down again and again, you lengthened the time pressing her face against your crotch, not letting go until Rosé tapped on your thigh repeatedly and you weakened your grip slowly and released her.
Rosé gradually withdrew your cock from her mouth and smiled widely as she gasped for air, rubbing your cock all over her already messy face.
“Did that feel good, daddy?”
"It felt amazing."
“Good, I want you to feel even better. Come fuck me, daddy," she said with a lustful smile.
“How do you want it, baby?”
“Just like this,” Rosé said as she turned around and faced the foot of the bed, giving Jennie the perfect angle and getting onto her hands and knees as she looked back with desire in her eyes, shaking her cute little ass.
You gathered yourself as you positioned behind her naked bent over body, running your hands all over her and giving her ass a quick slap, hearing her gasp loudly.
"Fuck me, daddy," she whined and you weren't going to keep her waiting as you rubbed your tip against her folds, feeling her wetness spreading all over your cock.
"You're so wet, baby," you said as you pushed against her entrance, feeling her tightness and warmth inviting you inside.
"Put it in, daddy. Don't you dare be gentle."
Holding onto one of her hips, you slowly pushed inside Rosé and groaned as you entered her, feeling her intense tightness and warmth squeezing your cock.
"Fuck, you're tight," you moaned as you pushed deeper, more wetness surrounding your cock as Rosé scrambled to grab onto the edge of the mattress.
"Oh f-fuck, fill me with cock, daddy."
With one more thrust you, bottomed her out and fully parted her hot wet flesh, grabbing both hips tightly and began fucking her from behind without hesitation, earning several gasps and moans.
"Stretch her out with that fucking dick," Jennie hissed as you built up a rhythm, earning loud moans from Rosé as you pumped in and out of her tight dripping cunt.
"Oh fuck, daddy!"
You quickly upped the pace, giving long deep strokes inside Rose's tight wet pussy, her dripping pink lips gripping your cock with every full thrust.
"God, you're so fucking tight, baby," you said as you flattened your palm and struck her tight ass, rippling the flesh as she shrieked in response.
"She is, isn't she? Even after all the cocks she's had inside her," Jennie smirked.
Rosé ignored her, opting instead of gaining more pleasure as she pushed her hips against you, wanting to take more of your cock as possible.
"Pound me, daddy," she begged as you began slamming your cock deep inside her tight cunt, rocking the bed with every thrust.
"Oh god yes," she moaned, as your hips smacked against her petite frame, giving harsher and faster thrusts as the sounds of hot flesh slapping against hot flesh filled the room.
Running your hands all over Rose's sexy tight body you felt the sweat misting over her soft skin as you pounded into her, listening to every cute moan and whimper that came out of her lips.
"More, daddy. I need more, please," Rosé begged, her cheeks smacking as you drove your cock harshly inside her, juices leaking down her thighs and dripping onto your shaft and balls.
Rosé’s hot wet flesh felt so heavenly wrapped around your shaft as you leaned forward and wrapped your fingers around the short ponytail she still had equipped, pulling back on it as you used even more force to fuck her, causing the bed to creak violently.
You immediately felt her walls clenching tighter as you kept a tight grip on her hair, giving her ass several smacks as it jiggled each time deliciously with every impact.
“Slap my fucking ass, daddy. Harder.”
You did as asked as you began to up your pace even more, raising your palm and giving repeated spanks, squeezing her tender flesh at the end of your impact to add extra oomph until both of her delicious cheeks were painted bright red with your handprints, feeling her walls tightening and pulsating each time.
“You like taking this cock like a good little slut?” you asked, keeping a handful of her pretty hair as you continued to spank her ass, giving her the deepest thrusts you could summon.
“Oh-oh fuck, yes I do, daddy! Don’t stop fucking me!”
Nothing could stop you from drilling into her tight body, using her tight wet cunt as if it was just a toy for you to fuck. Every thrust into Rosé felt wetter and tighter, her moans increasing in length and volume to confirm her satisfaction. She mirrored your thrusts, continuing to push backward and timing the movement of her body as she held onto the bed for dear life, trying to get your cock as deep as possible in her.
You gave her sore red cheeks a break, keeping the harsh grip on her ponytail as you felt sweat dripping off your forehead, focusing only on the wetness and warmth of Rosé’s pussy as you gave her everything you had, her tight walls pulsating in response.
“Oh fuck, daddy, I’m going to cum!”
Rosé’s words made you fuck her as fast as you could, slamming her tight cunt and filling her with cock as her walls tightened even more, almost painfully so.
“Cum for me, baby. All over my fucking cock.”
Looking straight into the camera Rosé moaned and came on command as you felt even more wetness as you harshly pumped inside her pussy, losing control as she gushed all over your cock.
Your drenched cock threatened to slip out but the warm tightness of her hole kept you buried inside her as her body shook in response, her juices spilling liberally out of her warm hole and staining her thighs, your cock and the bedsheets underneath that were already a beautiful mess.
You fucked her straight through her orgasm, abruptly letting go of her hair as she fell forward and gasped for air as she tried to recover her senses and stabilize her tired breathing.
“You must be getting close, daddy,” Rosé weakly said.
“I am, baby, but I can fuck you all night.”
You withdrew out of her tight pussy, the act of pulling out almost made her climax again. Using her hips you turned her over as she laid onto her back and spread her legs for you, showing just how wet she was and played with her pretty pussy.
Rosé was more than ready to continue, but you wanted to earn it and rubbed your cock through her slippery pink lips, her warm flesh even wetter after her climax. You smirked and slapped her pussy with your hard shaft, the wet sounds of her flesh evident.
"Daddy…" she whined.
"Want it?" you asked, teasing penetration by nudging your cock against her entrance several times but withdrawing at the final moment.
“Y-yes, daddy. I need your cock inside me again."
“Then beg for it. Beg for it like a good little slut."
“Please fuck me, daddy. Shove your big hard cock in my tight cunt and stretch my pretty little hole, please, daddy, fuck me like the needy slut I am daddy, please.“
You loved hearing her beg as much as she loved begging and you were eager to reward Rosé for her efforts. Not wanting just to fuck her in a simple position, you opted for something different as you grabbed her legs up and lifted them in the air, bending her knees.
Rosé looked lustfully into your eyes, hugging the back of her knees to assist and keep her legs in the air, allowing you to focus on her dripping cunt.
"I'm going to enjoy ruining you, baby," you said and slid every inch inside Rosé who gasped in surprise, throwing her head back as you felt her pussy clenching around your shaft.
Rosé didn't have a chance to adjust to your cock as you placed a palm on each of her thighs and started thrusting, immediately bottoming her out as you began fucking her balls deep at a rapid pace.
The addicting squeeze her pussy gave drove you crazy as you used her body, only concerned with how good you felt.
"Fuck, you’re such a tight little slut, Rosie," you growled, pounding her deep and stretching her tight walls out as wide as you could.
Every thrust was smooth and pleasurable as could be, aided by the intense wetness of her slick-filled walls and driving your cock deep as you could possibly go.
"Oh fuck, daddy! Don't stop! Please don't stop fucking me like this, use my pussy for your own pleasure!"    
"Fuck this cheap little whore so hard she can't walk for a week," Jennie spoke up.
"Is that what you want, baby?" you asked. Rosé nodded needily, unlocking more of your animalistic urges.
"Yes! Pound my tight slutty pussy, daddy. I'm just a pretty little fucktoy for you to use and ruin!"
"That's all you are, isn't it? Just a cute little cum dump for daddy?"
"Yes, daddy! I'm nothing but a hole for you to empty your load. Please keep fucking me, daddy!
The vulgarity spilling out of Rosé's naughty mouth heightened your arousal as you gave more aggressive thrusts, pistoning your hips and keeping the rhythm harsh enough as the flesh of your body loudly smacked against her own.
"So fucking wet, baby. Am I turning you on that much?"
"Y-yes, daddy! You're fucking me so deep, I love it. Don't stop until your cum is inside me!"
Every stroke inside Rosé felt better than the last, her pussy felt so fucking heavenly, so hot, tight, and wet around your shaft that you couldn't see yourself lasting that much longer.
"I love fucking you so much, baby. Your pussy feels so fucking good, I might cum soon."
"Please do, daddy! Fill your little slut's pussy with all of your cum!"
You didn't dare stray from your position, giving your all and continuing to grasp Rosé's warm thighs and slamming so harshly into her cunt you were worried her bed might break.
"Take that fucking cock. Take all of it you whore!" you hissed. It wouldn't be much longer now.
You watched the lust and need in her eyes, savoring the way her wet tight walls felt as you drilled her cunt, giving the deepest thrusts you could muster and felt your body tensing up.
With sweat liberally dripping down your forehead you used up all your leftover stamina and gave Rosé your final thrusts, fucking her as hard and deep as possible at a breakneck pace with her pussy squeezing your cock harshly and urging your release.
"Rosie I'm-"
You couldn’t even finish your sentence, groaning and grunting loudly as you exploded, pumping Rosé full of your thick creamy load deep inside her cunt, finding relief as you emptied everything into her body.
You kept thrusting until her pussy had milked your cock completely dry, filling her hole to the brim and watching the lust overtaking her features.
"Daddy...it feels so warm and thick…" Rosé said, her expression equal parts exhaustion and satisfaction.
Resting inside Rosé you didn't want to ever leave the comforting warmth of her pussy, but also wanted to see the load you had just deposited, catching your breath.
Eventually, you slowly pulled out an inch at a time as Jennie prepared to capture it all.
The moment your cock withdrew from her pussy your cum began leaking out as Jennie found the perfect angle to capture the dripping creampie slowly leaking from her freshly fucked pussy.
"Fuck, Rosie, you made him cum a lot."
Rosé tiredly smiled, both at you and the camera.
"Daddy must really like fucking me."
"I do, fuck I really do," you said, exhausted
"Hold this?" Jennie asked, handing you her phone. You watched through the phone screen as Jennie positioned her face between Rosé's thighs, hungrily sucking your cum out of her Rose's cunt, cleaning up her creamy pussy.
"Hey, you slut! That's my load," Rosé complained in between moans.
"Not anymore," Jennie smiled, continuing to give her pussy repeated licks to collect your cum on her tongue before swallowing it all down.
Rosé climbed off the bed and dropped to her knees, sucking your entire length clean. She didn't want to let Jennie get a chance to get the drop on her, licking every drop.
"Thank you," Jennie said as she retrieved Rose's phone from you, aiming the camera one final time at an exhausted Rosé.
“Wave to the camera, Rosie.”
“Thank you, daddy, for giving me such a good pounding, “ Rosé said as she waved cutely, and Jennie ended the recording.
“Ok, hurry and send him a copy. His number is in there already," Rosé said.
“But which daddy is he saved under?” Jennie teased.
“I only have one you whore."
“For now. There he is.”
There was a moment of silence.
“Shit, I-”
“What?” Rosé asked.
“I might have just sent it to everyone-”
"You better be fucking kidding-”
Jennie smiled. “Of course I am. I only sent it to him, Jisoo, and Lisa.”
“You what?!”
“It’s not like they haven’t seen you getting fucked before. You want them to miss out on the fun?"
Rosé huffed. “Fine, whatever. At least ask me next time, bitch.”
“Fine, you big baby.”
Rosé turned her attention to you. “You’re not tired yet, are you, daddy?” she asked, gripping your still rigid cock and giving slow delicate strokes.
“You’re still hard?” Rosé asked, surprised.
“Guess you’re just that hot, baby.”
“Well, I’m glad, daddy. Because you’re not done with me. I could use a nice relaxing shower. Join me?”
“I’d love to.”
Rosé smiled and led you by your cock to the bathroom.
“You too Jennie. This camera is waterproof, you know? This’ll be the perfect time to test it.”
"Fine, but I'm not getting left out this time."
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