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[smutoperator]

Meet Me At The...

Park Chaeyoung (Rosé) x Male Reader

Tags: anal, booty call, couch sex, cum licking, deepthroating, grinding, facial, passionate sex, pearly gates, piano blowjob, (lots of) pussy eating, pussy fingering, sex all over the apartment, spanking, squirting, (lots of) standing sex

Sequel to Morning Roses

Word count: 5324

Apateu, apateu. Apateu, apateu. Apateu, apateu. The infectious melody comes out of the radio station. The global smash hit from your number one girl, Rosé, plays nearly daily and reminds you of the last time you saw her.

Luckily, a message arrives on your phone, indicating your drought without seeing her will be finally over.

"Meet me at the…" Rosé texts you an old selfie of hers, followed by a link to her song. "I'm on my way," you text her back, quickly taking a U-turn and driving straight to her apartment as soon as you read it.

You knock on Rosé's apartment door. "Hi," she opens it, wearing her Skims pink pajama with kissing stamps that leave her long legs fully exposed and her belly button popping out. "How are you?" she asks, in her classic polite manner. "I'm great. I'm better with you," you answer her. "You're beautiful," you tell her. "Thanks," she says, blushing a little.

Seeing her in that new look makes you instantly go feral, reminding you why Rosé is your number one girl. You quickly start kissing Rosé and rub your hands over her barely covered ass cheeks, before moving them all over her body. She breathes hard as you start kissing her neck, pinning her against the door. "Damn, you smell so good," you tell her.

You and Rosé spend some time kissing each other, but you soon make your moves, reaching across Rosé's top and grabbing her cute tits. Rosé answers, moving towards your crotch and grabbing the bulge under your pants. "It's already hard for me," she says, just as you lower her top and start sucking her tits.

Rosé moans softly as your mouth makes good work of her perky boobs. "Ahhhhh, hmmmmm," moaning sounds come out of her mouth as she enjoys it. You put your hands in her slim ways and quickly lower her shorts down, noticing that she was not wearing any panties under it.

You grab Rosé's neck with one hand, while the other one starts fingering her pink pussy. "You're all mine," you tell her. "Yes, baby, I'm all yours, ah" she answers in between more moans.

You muffle Rosé's moans with kisses, her skin quickly turning red as you work your magic around her pussy. "AHHHHH," she lets out a big scream, unable to contain herself as her juices already coat her carpet. She sensually moves your body, then reaches under your pants and starts jerking your cock off.

"You want it so bad, don't you, baby girl?" you ask Rosé as she keeps jerking your shaft off and points it to the entrance of her vagina. Rosé doesn't say any words, just keeps moaning as her skin turns redder than a jalapeño.4

But you can't resist Rosé's allure either, spinning her body as you pin her against the door and quickly invade her pussy. "OH MY GOD," she lets out a scream as your huge cock starts stretching her out.

Rosé starts moving her hips as your cock meets her pussy. "Looks like you really missed it, baby girl," you tell her as you kiss her neck and just let her enjoy your cock inside her. "FUCK," Rosé screams as it hits her cervix for the first time, but that only makes her go faster, her cheeks hitting your hips multiple times.

"OH MY GOD, FUCK," Rosé screams as you finally grab her ant waist and take control of her, thrusting hard in her pussy from the get-go and loudly clapping her cheeks. "AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHHH," she moans You sniff her body and kiss her. "OH MY GOD, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," she screams as you keep fucking her hard. "Shhhhhh," you tell her, seeing she's already so loud she could cause the neighbors to complain, but they have known for a long time that Rosé is a huge cockslut.

Rosé rests her head against the door as your hard thrusts already bring her to submission. You wrap your arms all over her body, using one hand to grope her tits and the other to massage her lower body. "FUCK, AHHHHHHHH," is all she can say, as you already turned her into your cocksleeve.

You pull out of Rosé as she's already losing her breath, choking her against the door, both of you laughing as you compete to see who can get fully naked the fastest. "Looks like I won," you tell her as you toss both your clothes to the side and Rosé removes her top, the last piece of clothing remaining on your body. You get on your knees and quickly worship her pussy you just fucked with crazy licks that give her no rest, as more moans come out of her mouth.

Rosé lifts her left leg as you keep sniffing her pussy. "Damn, I missed that smell of roses so much," you tell her as Rosé keeps softly moaning, her legs already trembling as you don't spare any inch of her folds. "OH YEAH," she screams again, her body having a contraction as her juices flow into your mouth. "So tasty," you tell her.

"AHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH," Rosé continues to scream. You kiss her pussy a few times and jerk your cock off watching her cream herself over your fast-paced licks. "OH MY GOD," she keeps screaming, getting her.

"Squirt for me, baby girl," you tell Rosé as you reach your hands into massaging her already dripping wet pussy. The puddling noises that come out of it as you finger her cunt only make you get even harder, as you have Rosé under your full control as you enjoy the fountain of juices coming out of her vagina.

You promptly take advantage of it and shove your cock back inside Rosé warm and wet cunt, she grabs her door handle and meets your thrusts with moves of her own and sexily moans. You grab her waist, putting Rosé back in her place and using her pussy like a fleshlight while she looks at you naughty.

"OH YEAH" Rosé moans, opening her legs as you pin her against the door to the fullest, she's all yours for the taking, you grabbing her ass from behind and pounding her pussy hard. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," she screams. "Shhhh," you tell her again, but that only makes Rosé move her hips in your cock's direction, making you quickly discipline her with more hard poundings. "OH FUCK," she yells.

You punish Rosé for her slutiness by reaching your hands into her pussy and making her squirt again. "You better be ready to clean this floor after I'm gone," you tell her. "OH FUCKKKK," it's all Rosé can answer, as she's turned into a wet mess of juices and loses her breath.

You grab Rosé's ass and lift her right leg, keeping the rhythm of steady poundings in her pussy, enjoying clapping her cheeks as you kiss her. You push her leg further up, putting it over your shoulder while choking her as you keep fucking her pussy. Rosé has nowhere to go as she is completely pinned against the door by your hard thrusts and can barely breathe with your hands on her neck. You grab her body and carry-fuck her. "YEAH," she screams as her cheeks loudly clap once more before you two kiss against the door.

You go back to eat Rosé's pussy as you drop her back to the ground. "OH FUCK, YEAH, YEAH" she screams. "I'm just starting and you're already moaning this loudly," you tell her as you get back up, her blonde hair now completely messed up. She gets on her knees and bobs her head hard on your cock, finally getting to taste it. "Fuck yeah," you say as you enjoy her blowing it off before she moves down to your balls and jerks it off like crazy.

Rosé keeps moving her face hard on your cock as you watch her get sluttier and sluttier. You grab her head and fuck her face balls deep until she gags on your big dick, but she keeps pushing, paying special attention to your balls while she slaps your shaft in her face. She grabs your cock with both hands, sucking and stroking it as hard as she can. "Fuck, holy shit," you say as she sloppily coats it with her saliva and drives you to the edge. "That feels so fucking good," you tell her.

Rosé lets you fuck her face and gags on your cock a little more as her mouth now makes you love her breath. She rolls her eyes and coughs all over that dick, licking the tip and stroking it with both hands, her blowjob making you feel like you're getting continuously bit by a hungry vampire.

"You're so fucking perfect," you tell Rosé as she enjoys stroking your cock, watching your throbbing tip pop in and out of your foreskin while she tongues your balls. "Ohhh shit, that's so fucking amazing," you tell her as Rosé can't stop moving her mouth all over your pole. You grab her short hair, disciplining her with more thrusts into her pretty face, but Rosé takes it like a champion.

"You're so addicted to my cock, let me give more of it," you tell Rosé, putting her back on her feet and pounding her from behind once again. "OH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," she screams as you plow her cunt one more time, before pushing her towards the living room. "Let's go, we have many more rooms where we can fuck," you tell her.

"Crawl," you order Rosé as she moves on all fours towards her fireplace. As she comes close to you, you hit her hard in the face. "Such a horny cockslut," you tell her, putting your thumb in her mouth. "You want more of this cock, baby girl?" you ask her. "Yes, please," she answers. "Then you must do everything I ask," you tell her, giving Rosé a spank in her ass and another in her face.

You grab Rosé by her hair and spank her perky tits, before licking her neck and making her moan. You give her some hot kisses, followed by a few more hits on her face and boobs, pinching her nipples hard. "Tell me you're going to be my fucktoy for this night," you say to her. "Yes, I will," Rosé answers. "That's my girl," you tell her.

Rosé gives you a no-hands blowjob in the living room. "That's it, perfect," you tell her as she takes your cock balls deep in her mouth. "Show me how sloppy you are, bitch," you tell her as she keeps moving her face over your shaft. "I love the way you take it deep in your throat," you tell her as you spit in her mouth. "So eager to get this cock wet for your needy pussy," you say, grabbing her blonde hair once again to fuck her face.

"Perfect, now follow my lead," you tell Rosé, pushing her closer to her fireplace with your cock still deep in her mouth. "Stand up," you tell Rosé as you pull out of her mouth and pin her against the wall close to the fireplace, spanking her ass. Rosé obliges and you spread her cheeks. "I've missed this so much," you tell her, diving between her cheeks and eating both her fuckholes.

"That's what I want," you say to Rosé as your tongue goes all over her folds as she moans. You slap your cock in her buttcheeks before shoving it back into her pussy. "Oh yes," you say as you slowly penetrate her tight hole again. "Fuck," Rosé moans as you hit her ass.

You quickly pick up the pace, fucking Rosé hard as you put her arms behind her back. Her tits hit her wall constantly with the fast thrusts you give her. "Arch that back," you tell her, more ass spanking following as you grab her butt and pound her from behind, quickly making her lose her breath again. "Fuck, that pussy still tight," you tell her, increasing the speed even further as you choke her once more, making her grind her teeth.

Rosé gives you a naughty smile as you keep using her nonstop enjoying the recoil of her ass at each thrust you give her, before looking at the empty couch in her living room and having an idea.

"Let's fuck in that couch, it's waiting for us," you tell her. Rosé follows your lead with a big smile on her face, as you two quickly start making out on the couch, sharing passionate kisses with each other while you finger her wet pussy. "HMMMMMMM," she moans but it gets muffled in your mouth.

You lie Rosé on the couch, kneeling as you dive your head between her legs and eat her pussy." AHHHHH," she moans, putting her legs over her head and allowing you full access. You stroke your cock as her moans grow louder and louder, using both your mouth and hands to play with her pussy.

You quickly put Rosé in a passionate missionary position, getting on top of her as you penetrate her pussy in the couch, quickly drilling it fast and hard as you completely dominate her. "OH MY GOD," Rosé screams, unable to move as you pin her against the couch and fuck her like a madman, showing how much you missed her pussy. As you fuck her, you kiss and sniff her beautiful feet, making her giggle in between her sexy moans. "AHHHH, FUCK, FUCK," she screams with her feet all over your face while you lick her toes.

You slow down a bit for some passionate kisses in Rosé's beautiful mouth but remain on top of her as she pants and moans while you passionately fuck her. Your thrusts hit her pussy quite deep as you two engage in a sexy baby-making session.

You flip Rosé's body on the couch and put her under a mating press, her wrapping her legs around your body as you use her pussy. "Oh my God, you're so tight," you tell her as you quickly pump her pussy at full speed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah," she moans as you top her and you give her more kisses.

You put Rosé's legs up until her heels land on your shoulder, pushing her body and your direction and giving her more hard thrusts. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," she screams as her body gets rag dolled and you spank her thighs. "MORE, MORE," she begs, but you decide to instead tease her a bit, pulling out to finger her pussy hard and make her squirt one more time while she's in a fetal position.

"MORE, MORE, MORE," Rosé continues to beg as you drink her juices. "You always make me give me my best," you tell her as Rosé gives you another big smile and laughs softly. Soon, you move her body and take her in a spooning position, going back in her pussy nice and slow and spanking her ass hard. "AHHHHHH," she screams.

Soon, you pick up the pace as you can't resist drilling that tight pink pussy as hard as you want. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," Rosé screams as you turn her into your free-use toy, groping her tits from behind as you now spank her entire body. "FUCKKKKK, YEAHHHHH," she stays screaming, more so every time you hit her cheeks, already flashing red after so many spanks.

Rosé smiles and laughs as the fucking session continues. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," she softly moans as you wrap your arms around her upper body and do everything, fingering her pussy while fucking it hard. "OHHHH GODDDD," she screams again, feeling exhausted already, but ready to take more of her number one cock.

The drilling continues as you hit Rosé pussy hard while choking her. "OHHHH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," she screams as her legs shake. But the more she screams, the more you want to pound her tight pink pussy, showing no mercy towards Rosé fuckhole and using her at your will, your balls making loud noises against her cheeks. "Holy shit," you tell Rosé as her ass gets hit again. "I want to fuck you for the rest of my life," you continue, keeping the intense hammering of her pussy.

You come to a small stop as you finger Rosé's wet pussy one more time. "OH FUCKKKK," she screams. She laughs and smiles at you. "I'm such a whore for that big cock," she tells you as you two share more kisses and you slap your shaft against her butt before you give her another command.

"Come here, I want you to sit on this dick," you tell Rosé as you sit on the couch. But before that, she kneels and quickly dives back into your cock, giving you a hot fast-paced blowjob as she prepares to sit on that pole. "Fuck yeah," you praise her as Rosé's tongue runs all over your throbbing cock, she sensually moves her body while sucking it off.

"Holy fuck," you groan as Rosé gets sloppier and pushes you on the edge with quick strokes and sucking, giving you the best boss chair blowjob of your life. "Ohhh yeah," you groan as you push Rosé's head against your cock, her deepthroating you with ease as she's extremely horny for that big cock.

Rosé continues to bob her head nonstop on your cock. "So nice and wet," you tell her as she massages your balls, her blonde hair looking messier than ever. "Good girl, grab those fucking balls nice and hard," you tell her as your legs tremble with her strong cock sucking skills. "Shit, you're gonna make me cum," you tell her.

"Not before I ride this big fucking cock," Rosé says as brings the blowjob to a halt and kisses you, your shaft still rubbing against her belly. She strokes your cock a bit more, using both hands and preparing it for her to sit on it, before finally making her move and climbing on top of it.

"Oh yeah," you celebrate as Rosé impales herself on your big cock. She wastes no time bouncing on that thick pole, moving her hips very fast as she loves when your cock goes all the way in her pussy. You grope her tits while they bounce as she rides your cock. "OH MY GOD," she moans as your shaft hits her cervix.

"OH FUCK YEAH," Rosé moans as she moves into a very straight ride, making her cheeks clap hard while you grab her ass. Her moans get more and more out of breath the more she rides it, making the couch shake with her bounces. You grab her ass, providing Rosé the perfect grip to ride and grind on your cock.

Rosé giggles as she bounces harder and harder on your cock. "OH MY GOD, YEAH, YEAH," she screams, riding you like an Amazon, driving you to the edge. "FUCK YEAH," she loudly yells. "Shhhhh," you say to her as if she cared about the noise at all.

Rosé grinds on your cock like a mad girl, moving it sideways around her pussy, she kisses you as you push her in your direction, pounding her from down low as you lie on the couch. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH" she stays screaming even if you try to muffle her moans, your balls clapping hard against her skin. "AH, AH, AH," she moans again, you wrapping your arms around her as you finally come to a stop and passionately worship your number one girl.

You and Rosé spend a little more time kissing each other on the couch, you later move to worship and kiss her beautiful feet and her red asscheeks, before you tell her to crawl again as you move in the direction of the kitchen. She quickly follows you as you kiss her before bending her over against the kitchen table. "AHHHH," Rosé screams as your cock quickly gets back inside her, you kissing her hair while grabbing her ant waist.

"Such a good whore," you say to Rosé as she strongly grabs the kitchen table trying to cope with your hard thrusts. "OH FUCKKKK, YEAHHHH, YEAHHHHH, AHHHHH," she turns into a screaming miss. "Yeah, what, bitch?" you ask her, giving her butt a massive spank that makes her scream. "FUCKKKKKK," Rosé yells.

Rosé rests her head on the kitchen table, rolling her eyes as your thrusts only get more and more intense and you firmly control her. "Come closer," you tell her, pushing her body back close to you and stretching her mouth. "OH FUCK," Rosé screams as you lift her leg once again and lick her armpits. You thrust hard from down low, enjoying your cock bulge under her skinny belly while you kiss her and lick her pits.

"Ahhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh," Rosé softly moans as she looks at you with sexy eyes. "OHHHHH FUCKKKK," she screams as your cock hits her cervix, you give her pits a big smell, before putting her back on the grown and grinding your cock between her legs, touching her folds with the side of your shaft, slowly moving up until you rub your tip against her navel.

"Spread your legs open for me, baby girl," you order to Rosé, who climbs on top of the table and does as you ask her, fingering her pussy in anticipation. "Every day since we last met I thought of the next time between us, thinking of filling that pussy up with my cum, jerking my cock off until it exploded inside it," you dirty talk her.

"Yes, baby, please, fill me up, breed me, I'm not on the pill" Rosé begs as you slowly stroke your cock and move it back in the direction of her pussy. You kiss her and pump her cunt as she sits on the top of the table, ready to cum at any second. "I'm gonna cum, baby girl," you tell her. "Yeah, please, cum in me," Rosé says.

But you had different plans. Just as you were about to fill Rosé's pussy, you pull out of it and shoot your thick white load on the top of the table's dark marble, creating a great visual contrast. "Lick it, whore, show me that pretty tongue drooling all over my cum" you tell Rosé, who obliges. "I already came inside you multiple times, needed something different," you tell her. "Alright, baby, anything you want I'll do it," she tells you, swallowing your cum with ease. "I missed the taste of it so much," she says.

You walk across Rosé's apartment, sitting at her piano. "Play it for me," you tell her. "Are you gonna write a song of your encounter later?" you ask her. "Maybe," Rosé answers as she kisses you and plays some notes on the piano while you finger her pussy, trying to throw her off her rhythm.

"Is this your favorite instrument?" you ask Rosé, running your hands on her hair and giving her another hot kiss. "Yes, baby," she answers. "No, I know what your real favorite instrument is, and you're going to be playing with it again as soon as it gets hard," you tell her, pointing to your cock.

You quickly dominate Rosé, pinning her against the piano. Her ass hits some kiss, making a disjointed sound come out of it. You kiss her midriff and navel, before slowly moving down to her pussy, as she kits the keys once again. You finger her cunt, making Rosé squirt all over her piano keyboard. "We are making the song right now," you tell her as she moans and you enjoy more sounds of her body hitting the piano keys.

"Get on your knees and suck my cock," you tell Rosé, who quickly follows, stroking your cock and soon getting it hard as she gives you another perfect boss chair blowjob by the piano. She enthusiastically moves her head all over your shaft, enjoying tasting her juices all over it and cleaning the remnants of cum still on it after you burst into her kitchen. She sensually moves up your torso, licking it softly before whispering a few words in your ear.

"Come to my room," Rosé tells you. She leads you to her bedroom for the first time, opening the door and quickly lying on her bed. You get on top of her as she wraps your arms around you, your naked bodies bumping against each other. You kiss her perky tits and lick her neck, passionately making love with her, slowly moving around her body, licking it from her belly all the way to her mouth.

Despite all the hard fucking you gave her, Rosé shows strength and flips things around, getting on top of you as she starts grinding on your shaft. "I need more of it," she says, rubbing it against the entrance of her pussy, already pushing you to the edge. "Don't cum again, baby boy, I need this cock to be at its best form," she tells you, who sucks her tits as a way to deal with her folds moving around your shaft.

Rosé keeps rubbing and grinding her pussy around your shaft until she gives you one command for the first time ever in a meeting between both of you.

"I need you to meet me in my ass," Rosé tells you as she gets herself in a spooning position. You promptly slide your cock in her asshole. "Oh yeah," she says as you go very slow, giving her time to adjust as you take your big fat cock in her ass for the first time. You finger her pussy, giving her very slow thrusts as she sexily moans. "Can you take it?" you ask her. "Yeah, baby, please, give it to me," she answers.

As Rosé gives you a positive answer, you move a little faster inside her asshole. "OH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," she screams, your arms wrapped around her. You grab her neck and whisper dirty words in her ear. "Take it, slut," you tell her. "FUCK," she screams as your cock hits her ass harder. "You asked for it, now there is no going back," you tell her.

"OH YEAHHHH," Rosé continues to scream. You put her at a pearly gates position, thrusting up her asshole while fingering her cunt. Her body shakes as she gets anally. "YES, YES, FUCK, FUCK," she keeps screaming as you ragdoll her, groping her tits as you exert your full domination over her body. The blonde just closes her eyes, slowly adjusting to your cock pounding her ass.

"DON'T STOP BABY, FUCK THAT ASS, AHHHHH, SHITTT" Rosé screams as she tries to deal with your pounding. "GOD IT'S SO FUCKING BIG IN MY ASS," she keeps screaming. You give her a little pause, letting her kiss you and giving Rosé some time to recover as she strokes your throbbing cock while you two share kisses.

You suck Rosé's perky tits as she can't seem to stop jerking your cock off. "I'm gonna take it at full strength in my ass," she promises. All your blood rushes to your shaft as she deepthroats it and lubes it for her ass. Unable to wait for longer, you put her on all fours and shove it back up her butt. Rosé opens her mouth, but no words come out of it, her trying the hardest to take your cock deep in her ass.

"HMMMMM," Rosé finally moans, rolling her eyes as your cock digs deeper into her butt. You don't give her any mercy, attacking her butthole at full speed as you firmly grab her ass for a better grip. "HMMMM YES," Rosé moans as your cock repeatedly hits her all the way deep in her ass.

"Fuck, your ass is so tight, Rosie," you tell her, pulling out a little and tonguing her asshole to spread it out. "Even your asshole smells like roses," you tell her.

"Turn around and suck that cock, I need it to get wetter for that tight little asshole," you tell Rosé, who promptly follows, sucking your cock on all fours as you stand up on the side of the bed. "Fuck, you're so eager for that cock," you tell her. Rosé gets on her knees and kisses you, but keeps stroking your cock, never losing sight of it.

"Don't stop, don't fucking stop, stroke that cock, such a good girl," you tell her as your kisses get hotter and hotter. After a long stroking session, Rosé lies on the bed, spreading her legs and commanding you to take full control of her. "Pound that ass until it's sore," she commands.

You follow her instructions and put your cock back in Rosé's ass. You look at her right in the eye, Rosé fingering her pussy while you suck her toes and pound her ass. "OHHHHH," she moans softly, you now also groping her tits and making her slim body shake at every thrust. "AHHHHH," she moans, closing her legs and letting you fully take her ass, so out of breath she can't even moan, closing her eyes and covering her face with a pillow as you stretch her butthole to the fullest.

"Show me that beautiful face, baby girl," you tell her as you slow down and remove the pillow from Rosé's head. "Take it, baby, take it all the way deep in my ass, ahhhh," she moans. You kiss Rosé's nack, her eyes rolling as you give her the next command.

"Can you sit on it?" you ask Rosé. "I'll do my best, it's so big," she answers, moving on top of you to take on that thick pole. You, however, quickly hit her with fast thrusts, not giving her any room to adjust. "AHHHH, YEAH, YEAH," she screams again, tilting her body in your direction as you destroy her ass. "OHHHH YEAHHHH, FUCKKKK, AHHHHHHH," Rosé screams.

"Come on you fucking blonde slut, take it all the way," you tell Rosé, groping her tits and letting her take control of the ride. "Don't stop, don't stop, ride it," you tell her, bringing her face closer to you and kissing her as Rosé almost collapses. "You're so beautiful, baby girl," you tell her.

You and Rosé share more kisses, her more needier than ever. She bounces fast on your cock, trying to prove herself. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," she moans. "Come on, come come on, bounce on that dick," you tell her.

But Rosé is completely exhausted, she jerks your cock off while you finger her pussy, making her wet until she squirts all over her bedsheets. "AHHHHH, FUCK," she screams as the juices erupt from her cunt. You worship her body, kissing it from top to bottom, massaging her belly as she tries to find any way to breathe.

"Please baby, give me all that cum, cover my face, show you own me," Rosé tells you, diving to suck your cock and taste her flower-smelling butthole. She gives it a hard stroke with both hands, ready to make you burst at any second.

"Show me that pretty face, make me cover it full of my cum, don't stop jerking it off," you tell Rosé, who sticks her tongue out, panting as she licks the tip of your cock. "Yeah, yeah, I'm ready, oh fuckkkk," you tell her as you start jizzing all over Rosé's pretty face, not stopping until over 10 shots come out of your cock.

You look at Rosé's cum-covered face. "You look so beautiful, my number one girl," you tell her, catching your cum with your fingers and feeding it for Rosé to swallow. "So tasty, my number one cock," she tells you.

"I have to go," you tell Rosé, getting dressed back again. "I'll miss you, that was amazing," she answers back.

"But don't worry, I'll be back tomorrow for your birthday."

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Meeting the Parents

Sylus x gn!Reader

Inspired by this post by @yes-no-maybe-soo

Dialogue taken straight from his tete-a-tete introduction with some stuff removed for the story

Warnings: hurt/comfort, domestic fluff, established relationship, death, cemetery, anxiety, lies of omission, cuddling, kissing, crying

Word Count: 1,564

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“Sy?”

“Hm? What is it, sweetie?”

You play with his fingers where they lay over your stomach. His body is sculpted to fit perfectly along your back, strong arms holding you securely, protectively, as you’re just waking up and he’s supposed to be going to bed.

You bite your lip, grateful that he can’t see your face or the warring thoughts blatantly expressed on it. “Would you want to meet my parents?”

He presses closer - if such a thing is even possible - tucking his face into your shoulder where he plants lazy kisses. “Why are you asking me about this now?”

“Well, Tara got a new boyfriend and she was telling me about how important meeting the parents can be,” you admit slowly. She’d gushed about it for an entire lunch break, in fact. Rambling on and on about how meeting his parents went, and how her parents just love him, and how big of a step it is in a relationship. ‘The most important step!’ she’d emphasized. It weighed on your mind since. “And I just thought… maybe you’d want to meet mine?”

There’s no way he doesn’t hear your heart racing in your chest. It’s impossible for him to miss the nervousness in your fiddling with his fingers, or the subconscious way you stretch out your legs to tangle with his. But if he does notice any of it, he says nothing.

He kisses over your pulse, intertwines your fingers, and hooks his leg over your hip, as though this is nothing more than a lazy Sunday morning.

“I’d be honored to meet them,” he whispers, soft and tender in a voice reserved just for you.

“Today?”

He chuckles warmly. “If that’s what you want, sure.”

You squeeze his hand, then pull it tighter around you, holding it to your chest like a plushie you’ve decided to cuddle. “You should get some sleep, first. We can visit them for lunch.”

“Oh? Are they already expecting me?”

“No… but they never mind visitors.”

He hums, a low sound that rumbles in his chest, and buries his face into your warm skin. “Whatever you say, kitten…”

His snores fill the air a moment later.

-

Sylus takes meeting your parents more seriously than you thought he would. He took a shower before you, and when you came out, he was meticulously going through his wardrobe to find the perfect outfit. Nothing too flashy, but nothing too casual - something suited for setting up a good first impression. A towel is still around his shoulders, hair dripping onto it in his focus. It brings some much needed levity into your aching heart.

“Sit down,” you chide him. He does so with a knowing smirk, but it droops back into a frown as he thinks on his options.

“Which shirt do you think?” he asks. You fluff the towel over his hair, squeezing out the water soaked into the thicker sections of his locks. Once it’s dried enough, you comb your fingers through his hair to brush it out. He’ll style it himself, of course, but you love feeling it so wild and unrestrained like this.

You look up at the two shirts hanging up side by side in the closet. His collared-shirt red-sweater combo on one side, or his simple white shirt. Both are casual, put together. A softer appearance compared to his usual black attire. He could choose either - they’re perfect for coming off as disarming and charming without flaunting his wealth - but he’s asking you.

You hug him around his neck from behind. “What’s wrong?” he asks softly.

You shake your head. “Nothing.” Still, you linger a moment longer before you pull away with a kiss to his cheek. “The red one. It’s my favorite.”

“The red one it is.”

-

You offered to drive this time. Unusual, given his proclivity for driving you anywhere you could ever want to go, but you play it off as it being in Linkon, your territory. He teased you lightly, but passed over the keys without a fuss. If you wanted to be the one to drive him to meet your parents, that’s your right.

After having to majorly adjust the driver’s side seat to account for your height, the drive itself is simple. Familiar. You know the way like Sylus knows his armories. Though, you know you can’t play it off forever. In just a few short miles, the ruse will be up. You tap along the steering wheel. How much longer before he figures it out? Or, if he already knows, before he says something about it?

You pull the car into the gravel parking lot and cut the ignition. You shyly look to the passenger side. Sylus looks straight ahead through the windshield, brows pulled together in a frown.

“Sweetie…”

You get out of the car before he can say anything else. Before he can back out. Look at you like you’re crazy or like you’ve betrayed him for keeping this a secret for so long. His door shuts a moment after yours. The small rocks shift under his nice shoes as he rounds the car. You don’t look at his face as you take his hand in yours and lead him through the big wrought-iron gate.

Rows upon rows of headstones, statues, slabs cover the area. Carefully tended grass peeks up in the spaces between. A path is formed from foot-traffic alone, guiding you deeper into the cemetery like a gentle hand on your shoulder. You know the way by now.

The wind blows through, the birds chirp their songs, the noise of the cars is distant… It’s peaceful. Sylus says nothing. You pretend to focus on the stones by your side to avoid looking at him.

You curse Tara for planting this idea in your head in the first place.

Soon enough, you slow to a stop in front of a wide headstone. Two names are engraved on it. Four dates. And a message. You picked it out just for them.

The silence grows unbearable. Hot. You wish you could sink into the ground, where hundreds of hands could hold and assure you. Where Sylus can’t see the tension in your shoulders as you anticipate him leaving.

He squeezes your hand. For the first time since arriving, you look at him, watching as he kneels down in front of the granite stone. And… he’s smiling. The furrow in his brow is gone. He looks at ease.

“Are you their parents? I’m Sylus. I’m your child’s boyfriend,” he introduces himself. He says it all like he’s talking to them. Speaking directly to your parents just before an awkward family dinner. “I run a family-owned business that covers a range of services and offers various products. We deliver fruit and even sell state-of-the-art technology, for example. My business has been doing well, and I work with a lot of talented individuals. If you’re interested, I’d be happy to discuss it in more detail another time.”

You slowly sink down to your knees beside him. You can’t stop staring at his face.

“My hobbies are very simple. I collect vinyl records, play the organ, and occasionally sing. According to your child, my singing isn’t too bad.” He looks at you, shooting you a playful wink. Your vision starts to blur. He turns back to the stone.

“I live alone and I have a relatively flexible schedule. I stay at my base most of the time. Otherwise, I’m in a hotel for business meetings or go to my private ranch when I need to unwind. I own several beautiful horses, and one of them has grown particularly fond of them. The two of them often frolic together at the ranch.” In that same soft voice reserved just for you, he says, “I like seeing them be carefree and happy.”

The first tears break free with a choked sound. He lets go of your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulders, drawing you into his side. You hug his waist tightly.

“While it might not be obvious at first glance, I’m very good at taking care of people. Because of our time together, I developed new interests. I enjoy taking them to auctions and fashion shows.” He draws you in a little tighter, but his attention remains on the names before him. “I like seeing them shine. And their happiness is my happiness.

“As for the future…” He speaks with conviction, as though trying to fully prove to your parents his worth as your boyfriend. “I’ll always support them with whatever they want to do. I’ll also stand by their side without question.”

You press your face in his chest. He shifts on his knees to face you, wrapping his other arm around you in a full hug. He presses a gentle kiss to your head.

“How did I do?” he whispers.

You sob. It’s ugly and gross. Your chin wobbles and your face contorts as tears stream in an endless tirade, soaking into his sweater. His large hand rubs up and down your back patiently. Your voice cracks as you croak out, “They would’ve loved you…”

He ducks his head down, pressing his cheek to yours. Sweet kisses brush away your tears. “I’m sure I would have loved them, too,” he assures. And you know he isn’t lying. “Just breathe, sweetie. I’ve got you. I’ve got you…”

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[kashverse]

some say let your hands and fingers do the talking. not like that, you perv! i mean by playing the guitar. what did you think? anyway, when your boyfriend pulls out a guitar, it’s a moment of pure suspense. it can either go very, very good—think angelic strumming, a voice so smooth it makes you question if he’s been hiding a secret record deal—or very, very bad, like an out-of-tune massacre that makes your eardrums file for divorce. there’s no in-between. he’s either serenading you into a nicholas sparks movie, or you’re suddenly trapped in a hostage situation where the ransom is pretending to enjoy his soulful (read: painful) rendition of wonderwall.

ah, gojo. the man, the myth, the self-proclaimed musician. he played the guitar once—once—in high school, butchered wonderwall in a way that made even noel gallagher cringe from a distance, and now he tells everyone he’s a ‘part-time guitarist.’ you don’t have the heart to tell him that whatever note he’s playing isn’t in the known musical scale of this universe. he strums with the confidence of a rock god but with the technique of a toddler discovering sound for the first time. the worst part? he believes in it. “music transcends rules,” he tells you with a wink, completely unaware that he’s transcended harmony, melody, and all known music theory altogether.

then there’s geto. now, he looks like a guy who plays the guitar—cool, effortless, the type to lean against a wall with a cigarette dangling from his lips while plucking out a song that makes everyone in a ten-mile radius fall in love. and technically, he does play. but does he play songs? absolutely not. geto is a man of riffs. he’ll pick up a guitar, pluck out a legendary lick that would make jimi hendrix’s spirit shed a tear, and then… stop. no full songs. no verses. just a 15-second snippet of greatness before he casually shrugs and says, “eh, i never learned the rest.” it’s infuriating. masterful, but infuriating.

choso, on the other hand, is eager. enthusiastic, even. and the shocking part? he’s patient with it, which you didn’t expect given his general aura of broody silence. but the man loves to learn—he already had a thing for keyboards, so naturally, guitar was the next step. and he’s good. so good, in fact, that you have to physically restrain him from playing in front of random people. because let’s be real: if choso sits down with a guitar, strums even a single melancholic tune, women (and men) will descend upon him like he’s the last attractive man on earth. you’re not dealing with that. not again.

does sukuna play the guitar? please. your big, beefy, borderline villainous boyfriend doesn’t do “basic” instruments. he plays the shamisen. yeah, that’s right. while everyone else is fumbling through 'hotel california,' sukuna is out here commanding an ancient instrument with the kind of raw, aggressive technique that could send every mainstream musician straight into retirement. the way he plays is nothing short of feral—sharp, powerful, sending sound waves through your soul like he’s calling forth a battlefield. you don’t know whether to be turned on or to fear for your life. possibly both.

toji, bless his heart, tries. he wants to play the guitar. he knows it looks cool. and, honestly, the intent is there. but here’s the thing—his hands are the size of dinner plates. the pick disappears between his fingers like a lost sock in the laundry. fretting a chord looks like he’s trying to delicately handle a teacup with boxing gloves on. it’s not a skill issue. it’s a size issue. the guitar wasn’t built for a man whose hands could palm a basketball and a toddler’s head at the same time. but he keeps at it, convinced that if he just tries hard enough, one day he’ll stop making the guitar sound like it’s being physically assaulted.

and then there’s nanami, the dark horse. the unexpected legend. you find out, completely by accident, that he plays guitar—not just plays, but plays it well. sings with it, too. every night, he softly strums lullabies for yuuji, an act of pure paternal love that no one would expect from the stoic salaryman. but when you ask him about it? he shuts that conversation down. you don’t get details. you don’t get demonstrations. and you definitely don’t get to see the video of 17-year-old nanami covering ‘pocketful of sunshine’ with embarrassing sincerity. it exists. he won’t admit it. but one day, one day, you will find it.

[cvnt4him]

Shoyou breaking up w you before you both graduate.

Shoyou has such a hard time breaking up with you. He truly loved you so much but he had to follow his heart. He couldn't hold onto you, he felt as if that if he made you wait for him; wait until he was finally ready to put down roots then he'd be asking you to save yourself for longer than he even knew. It was wrong in his eyes, he loves you so much but it isn't fair to you. It isn't fair to hold you down like this.

“ I can't hold on to you...not like this....I love you, too much for this..”

You both cry in each other's arms, foreheads leaning against one another. You both sniffle and try to hold back your sobs. The way he spoke gently to you, it was so soothing yet so heartbreaking. That was the last time you'd seen him.

A couple of years past, you and a few other former kurasuno affiliates sat inside the bleachers waiting for the game to end everyone on the edge of their seats with the heated game going on. However there was a particular reason you were squeamish...shoyou hinata. He was playing. You watched him move with quicker than you remember jumping higher than ever. He was more attractive than you could even bear.

His tanned skin sweating and reddened slightly, that stupid smile he had on his face that he got when he was eager...goodness. you bit your lip and squeezed your thighs together. It's been so long since you last seen him, since you two had last spoken. You were nervous...what would he say when he actually seen you?,

After the game ends everyone says their hellos and stuff. You were so nervous fidgeting as you groan lowly to yourself. There was no way you could face your ex boyfriend, not like this. It was too......much for you to handle..

Just as you were about to call this whole thing quits and walk away you hear a familiar voice shout to you..

“...hey.”

You stop in your tracks seemingly unable to move. You knew exactly who it was, emotions were filling you. Such a mix of them making your stomach churn. You gulp down hardly before slowly turning to face him.

Your eyes met with those vibrant gleaming orange eyes. So wide and full of neverending potential. He was absolutely gorgeous, even more up close. You could see his skin glisten with sweat and small strands of his ginger hair sticking to his forehead. He offered you a small smile slightly opening his arms to you, letting you do what you will with that.

What else could you do than run into his toned arms. Tears well in your eyes as you laugh inhaling his newly distinct scent inside your nostrils. He wrapped his arms around you tightly chuckling above you. He had gotten a bit taller than you and way more muscular than you'd remembered.

As you both pulled apart clearing your throats from the small laughter you shared, you couldn't help but admire him closely now. He was so ethereal, and goodness that smile....

You seen the way he died you up and down slowly biting his lip lighting as he did so. S small amused scoff leaving him. You felt so jittery underneath his gaze like this.

“ you look good.”

His voice was deeper than you remembered as well...sending vibrations right through your body. You stammered on your words trying to find what to say as what he says goes straight to your head, making your face warm up a bit.

“ yeah...uhm, yes well so do you. you really uh tanned up a bit, huh. suits you.”

He chuckled lowly at your words, rubbing the back of his slightly sweatened neck sighing as he speaks to you.

“ yeah well uh, you're not actually the first person to notice that. not the first person to say that either. alot of uh soccer moms seem to love the tan.”

He laughs at the end of his sentence, you can't help but to laugh along with him. Sighing shakily as you stare at him. You feel as if it's wrong to do so, you hate how much you want him badly but gosh he's so sexy.

You both just look at each other for a moment staring deeply into each other's eyes. You see the way he slowly nibbles at his lip.

Before you knew it you were making out in the bathroom trying to be as quietly as you could considering all of the people that were outside. His hot breaths fanning your face as he struggles to get your clothes off with his slippery hands. He groans lowly as you begin to nip at his neck, his hands wrapping around you and pulling you closer to him.

“ god, I want you so fuckin’ badly.”

Shoyou groaned above you, sitting you up on the counter as he cranes your head up to his so he can kiss you once more. He lets his tongue find it's way inside of your mouth. Your tongues swirling around each others spit slipping at the corners of your mouths.

Once he gets your shirt off her quick to attack your chest kissing sloppily over your pushed up boobs, hands going to your back to quickly remove your back his hands coming up to replace it, gently squeezing and groping the meaty flesh. He groans and moves his kisses and small sucked down to your bare chest, suckling one of your nipples into his mouth.

You hold him close by his head tangling your fingers through his ginger locs, small curls forming around your fingers and you scratch lightly at his scalp humming with a small laugh laced in. You kiss his head lightly as your breathing changes, you pant lightly and lowly a small mewl leaving your lips as he continued leaving hickeys and sucking harshly.

A small knock at the door causes you to tense in his hands, a light gasp leaving you as you pull at his hair slightly. He groans and continues as if he's even more needy than before. Pulling you impossibly closer to him.

A voice speaks slightly muffled due to the barrier you couldn't exactly make out what the male said due to shoyous excessive moaning.

“ shoyou.. there's, there's someone at the door...”

A small grunt leaves his mouth as a response you don't know what to do, you sigh beneath his touch jittery and nervous due to the person

After a while it appears he'd left, but by then shoyou was already burying his face inside of your cunt. Inhaling deeply at the smell of you he missed so much, a small whine leaving him as he kissed your clothed cunt sloppily.

He pulled away swiftly to remove the barrier, pulling your pants and panties down at once. Delving his tongue inside immediately without hesitation groaning at the taste of you on his tongue eyes slightly rolling as he struggles to keep his composure.

He licks and sucks up everything you give him trying to maintain eye contact with you as be makes out with your cunny having his thumb rub circles on your clit slowly. As he pulls away momentarily from you a line of your arousal and his spit connects him to your cunt making you shudder at how he looks at you.

Hes so pussy drunk he can't help but to push his face back into your sweet folds tongue flicking and swirling around your clit as he fingers you slowly. There were murmurs outside of the door causing you slight concern, maybe you were being too loud or maybe he was slurping too loudly. There were so many things clouding your head, however with your orgasm coming fastly and crashing down on you all you could do was grab shoyou by his hair and try and pull him away from you.

He kept licking up everything you gave him sighing in your pussy as he rubs your thighs soothingly. He pulls away from you finally licking up everything left on his face before making eye contact with you once more. He smirks and scoffs lowly before pulling your clothes up and riding to his feet.

You catch your breath, yet feeling a bit more breathless as you look into his eyes. Full of determination and a hint of cockiness. He pulls you into a slow kiss letting you taste the flavours of yourself on his tongue.

You sigh shakily before pushing him away lying your head in his shoulder as you continue to level your breathing. He wraps his arms around you and kisses your head making you laugh lightly.

“ I miss this. I miss you.”

He rubbed your shoulder softly looking at himself in the mirror facing the music of his previous decisions. Shoyou didn't know what he wanted but he knew he couldn't let you go. Not again.

“ you were right....before, that is.”

He hums looking down at you, you dust yourself off before jumping off of the counter turning to wash your hands and encouraging him to do the same. You two stand side by side as you both dry your hands, he looks at you wondering whatever it is that you mean .

“ I was holding you back. I still might...you're meant for greatness. I would only get in the way of that.”

He scoffed annoyed at your response. Shoyou didn't care about any of that, sure he knew some of his fans would be upset upon hearing he would be in a relationship but he doesn't care. He truly does love you and he always has. There was no way in hell be would pass up getting to follow his passion and being with you.

“ y/n I love you. more than I do anything else in this world. I can handle a little hate from some people, especially if it means I can be with you and do what I love.”

You sigh. This was a lot. You didn't want to take him away from the world or from what he loves. It would make you feel bad, not just about yourself but for him. At first you didn't get it, but now you understand. All too well unfortunately. You can't hold him back like this, not again. He'd be better off following his dreams and focusing on them rather than having to worry about you and manage himself and his goals.

You turn to him tears welling in your eyes once more, you give a wobbly smile to him one that he knew couldn't mean anything good. He sighed shakily accepting what he knew was to come. As fun as this was you both knew it wouldn't work. You loved each other too much; cared for each other too much. So much so that it held you both back.

Just as you were about to speak, about to apologize he simply pulls you into a hug. It was tight and comforting exactly what you both needed. His breathing changed as if he were trying to hold back his emotions. You kissed his cheek before letting him go telling him he should wait few before leaving after you. He agrees.

As you walked out of that bathroom you ran into a couple of people saying your goodbyes and giving your hugs to everyone and leaving.

Weeks pass and just as you thought you could get over whatever you needed to get over in order to focus on yourself. You scroll on social media to find everyone talking about ‘japanese volleyball player shoyou hinata, better known as 'ninja shoyou' from the black jackals seen leaving bathroom after another woman.’ there was a clear video showing you walking out of the bathroom fixing yourself up and saying goob ye to people and then shoyou walking out about a couple of minutes later.

Fuck

[insanescriptist]

Okay, let's see how long my internet lasts this time.... also, everyone is eavesdropping on everyone. They're all rather aware of it to some degree or another. So it's fun writing that!

Flip the Expectations

Dinah Lance was many things, but she was not an idiot. She had taken risks for friends and family, some worse than others. Maybe she had married one, but she had married a human man. Show her a person who wasn't an idiot sometimes.

She had never met Jason Todd, but she had heard a lot about him. How he was once a cute little Robin who'd seen too much darkness, from Oracle, reminiscing about her time as Batgirl. How he was cuter and quieter than Dick Grayson, unused to the Titans' more bombastic personalities, but still able to support Wonder Girl -Troia- as she struggled to lead the Titans on a diplomatic protection mission turned disaster, from Roy. How he was reckless and increasingly violent, how that got him killed from the later Batgirl-chatter. How he came back from death but was missing his moral compass. How he bombed Mia's school and ran drugs. How he saved Roy, who's mercenary work the Arrows had not agreed with -but he had needed to do for funds at the time- nearly lead to his death. How he'd given Roy a safe space. How he had returned Lian to him, the teleporting power from Chesire now no longer keeping father and daughter separated. How the Gotham Sirens spoke fondly of him.

No matter what was said about a person from other people, she liked to judge them herself. To help them, if she could. If they'd let her.

She'd been a rising rock star, a femme fatale of a superhero and was able to bring down a house and more, if she really pushed her vocal limits. She'd had plenty of ups and downs, ways to relate to others. Still, Dinah considered herself to be a good friend, so when Oracle had asked, she hadn't hesitated to get herself to Vegas and one of the Birds' safehouses with Roy. Lian and Mia were off having a girls' day out, Conner had Star and Dinah could make the time.

And it was only after she was there, in the little suburban house with a privacy fence that Dinah asked Oracle why she was there.

Stupid of her maybe, but she felt it spoke more to her character.

"Okay, O, why's he got Bat problems?"

"Beyond Batman's many issues?" Roy snorted behind her, as he settled in with some groceries, also tuned into one of the Bird's frequencies through his own tech. The coffee pot sounded like it had finished; it got started the moment they'd walked in, coffee pulled straight out of the grocery bag.

"Going off of what I can see in the casefiles? B thinks he's up to human trafficking," Oracle, in her all-knowing way paused long enough for Roy to say 'bullshit' in the background. "Which isn't impossible, but would be so wildly out of character that I'd suspect Hood to be a victim of coercion or mind-control first."

"Hardly call returning Lian human trafficking," Roy retorts, setting a cup of freshly brewed coffee on the coffee table, as he picks up his own laptop. Dinah's not sure if Oracle is going to send Roy the details, or Roy's going to hack them himself. Oracle might be all-seeing and all knowing but when Arsenal tried, he was no slouch either. "Human liberation and libation to all free from a life of captivity."

That last part sounded like a quote from somewhere. Maybe not though. Roy could be poetic.

"How is Jason?" Roy asked. "Before I call him up myself to ask, if I need to."

"Suspiciously honest." Oracle answered. "Going to play a clip; he's with a new, uh friend. Meta. Dan Nightingale, last name is an admitted alias. He's visiting too."

Another complication, Dinah thought. Roy chuckled.

"More stalker fruitloop family trouble?" A midwestern accent asked, deep polished voice. A little rasp.

Dinah took note on that. More likely to have a higher economic background.

"Got a friend to help run interference. Knows things are complicated."

And that would be Jason's voice. He sounded casual, in a way Dinah knew wasn't. Hard to get that anywhere accent. He sounded young.

"Complicated he says. As if the asshole in the cheese suit's vibes weren't of the controlling asshole type. Good friends with your trouble. That's even more trouble." "Friends of a sort." Jason hedges. "Rich people friends, where they're useful to each other and cover for each others for dubiously legal hobbies. Up to and including the potential abuse and exploitation of their charges. Bet he's got a weird basement of a man-cave."

Oracle, again in her blessed wisdom paused the audio clip. Because this Dan wasn't entirely wrong. And Roy really was laughing.

"So why so much interest in you? And not your siblings?" Jason heaved a heavy sigh. "It's a bit of a story. Local rich guy picked me up off the streets after his first adopted boy moved out. He was lonely and didn't wanna admit it, and I wanted a place to call home again. He wanted his older boy back, since that bridge was burnt at the time. Which was fine when I was smaller, we noticed that less, but I got to high school, took control of my education, was passing my accelerated courses, taking AP classes on most of my subjects and doing a few college classes on the side? All that school work and I still found time to help out in the community. Food pantries and such. Meanwhile, he's now somehow thinking I've got the reasoning capability and motivations of an eight year old child, because I had recently learned my biological father had passed on ages ago, so we're obviously arguing about seemingly everything. Patronizing as fuck." "While you're in high school and taking college level classes?" Dan asked in disbelief.

Academic achievement was one of the barometers for healthy childhood psyche; same with community involvement and support networks. High achievement was fine, but this had the framing of using academics as avoidance. People didn't want to disturb someone studying or working on a project or who was busy. Stay busy enough and they learn to not bother you at all.

"Exactly. Not just STEM classes but literature and philosophy. Rhetoric. Getting the gen eds over and done with. On track to graduate high school before seventeen and getting an undergrad degree before I'd be nineteen. It was less about my dad being dead and more about rich asshole not telling me that my dad was dead. For years. Followed by the patronizing shit, because he's suddenly acting like I'm a small grieving child, not a teenager who was a caretaker to his mom when she was in and out of the hospital before he was double digits. I know how to manage my grief. Especially that of a parent dying. Dad at least died quick. Caretaking means you get to see the decline up close and personal. It's a crash course in adulting and I took care of her, the apartment and the bills because she couldn't. Not physically, nor mentally by the end. No matter the medication or the drugs. Did it suck that he was dead? Yeah. Did I already know so and got my suspicions confirmed? Also yes. If I could survive on the streets after my mom's death, I could survive the confirmation that he's dead."

Actually, that was so, so many red flags. Dinah wasn't a child psychologist, but even so, any psychologist took classes on childhood psyche and development before getting their degree. In short, there was no way Jason Todd wasn't a little fucked in the head before he had been adopted by Bruce Wayne. Parentification alone usually did that, but add on living on the street? Dinah loved Mia, but there were lifelong marks left on her health from doing so. Dinah didn't really know much about Jason's personal life, but she wondered how many habits he and Mia shared. Did he always look around warily before eating? Did he cut into his fruit? Smell anything before he consumed it? Did he sleep better on any surface but a soft bed?

"Broken trust, and grieving that more than someone who defined your life more by his absence than his presence." Dan pointed out, carefully.

If Dan didn't have some psych training or coaching, Dinah was incapable of doing simple math. That was insightful.

"Bingo. So now I'm thinking about pulling what my now older brother did and moving out early, before local rich asshole kicks me out and cuts me off, but I've got less friends than he did and those I had all had circumstances of their own."

There's a brief pause, so Dinah used that time to think. Circumstances of their own, sounded much like "shitty home lives," and his own low self-esteem. An unwillingness to reach out for upsetting whatever peace they did have.

"My best option for space had just been traumatically paralyzed. My second best option was my adoptive older brother, who was traveling with friends. They all pitched in on a place and were in and out on trips when they could afford it. On one hand, empty place to myself when they weren't there and on the other, a number of people I wasn't close to would be in my space, watching the local rich guy's adopted child drama play out, the sequel. The third factor there was I was still fifteen." Another pause.

Dinah was taking mental notes. Flight risk. Planning. So the constant arguments meant Jason saw his living situation as precarious. Something he needed to be prepared to leave. Resources he accounted for in preparation. Money was a resource. How much money did it take to cushion a Robin's nest? How far could someone used to being homeless stretch however much money?

"Laws had changed a bit, so I had to consider that, factoring in that I was younger than his first boy when properly moving out, instead of just lots of sleepovers at friends. A flag that people ignored because the older boy was just that outgoing. There's further consideration because rich men always have the money to bend the law to their side. So it was a waiting game if I went that way. Which couch surfing, short term it's not the end of the world, but it's annoying and better than the streets. Which honestly, the streets weren't that bad but it's the loneliness that gets to you and I wanted to keep up with the friends I had. Be there when and if I can. At least be an ear to listen." Yet another pause. With the biggest sigh yet. "So the local rich guy and I get into our biggest argument yet and I take a walk, talk to old neighbors and such. Scout out what I'd need to prepare for if I decided to take to the streets once more, couch-surf or get kicked out; whichever happens first. Then I discover my biological mother's actually alive; that I had been raised by my father and step-mom. Both had perished before local rich asshole picked me up. Local child services was absolutely a shitshow and still is, so running to the streets was the better option than that. Since the arguments between me and the local rich guy are getting worse, I reach out to meet her. Travel all the way over to the refugee camp she was a volunteer doctor at, because local rich asshole hadn't cut me off yet, like he had my older brother at one point. I get to know her for all of a few hours before she gets murdered and I get seriously injured in a terrorist attack. Local rich guy obviously thinks I'm dead. Later, after some serious veg time, surgeries and healing, I reach back out and he's been freaking out ever since. Which purposeful. Somewhat. Got pissed at where I'd been 'laid to rest,' for reasons, and how he had taken in another kid that looked similar but from a better economic class than dirt-poor before even a year was up. More impressively fucked is that he blamed me for dying, used it as a cautionary tale for the other teenagers he's amassed around himself when the point of a terrorist attack is to promote fear through death and violence. So they don't you know, run off either."

And that was an entire mine field of red flags. Dinah knew the narrative was missing details and was biased, but it was far far more honest than she expected from any Bat. And yes, she had had her suspicions that all was not wholesome in the Bat-clan, but yikes.

"Sounds like a genuine fruitloop problem." Dan elaborates. "Rich stalker, poor boundaries since he can't back off, controlling tendencies and manipulative. Sounds like a fruitloop." "Fruitloop?" "Nuttier than a fruitcake, each psychosis feeding into each other like a mobius strip? A complete and utter creep that others are blinded to because of their wealth and charisma? Also past experiences where he was less of a creep, explained his sob story and because he passed that charisma check, everyone close gets a negative modifier for their perception checks of him. Those pretty rose color glasses making all the flags look just like flags. instead of warnings." "Sounds like experience on your end." "A little. Yours is still ongoing. But you said you had place to crash?" "Yeah. Gonna crash with the friend of a friend; let her lie to the asshole that I'm not there if he happens to ask." "That'll work?" "It's plan A." "And plan B?" "Got more than just that."

"Wow." Dinah remarked at the end of the clip. "Wow." Because it needed to get said again. She was going to want to listen to that in full again. She wanted to take notes, but she wouldn't. "Roy, your take?"

"We ought to get more prepared. Jason's a lot more scared than he's letting on. He's being honest without being pressed, so he's going to clamp up here. Not sure how he's going to do that; he's adaptable and also whimsical. Dan's perceptive, potentially some sort of empathetic power as well and I'm going to put him at closer on the Wonder Woman level of enhanced strength, instead of could probably bench a bus."

Wonder Woman level strength. Lovely. "Any particular reason for that?" Another person with 'could probably evenly fight a Kryptonian under Yellow Sun,' level strength. Lovely. The things she did for friends.

"Looking at the cams of the cafe, how careful he was with his chair and movements. How he grabbed his shake. He didn't always have perfect control of his powers, probably still doesn't going by the hair, but he's got good habits to prevent messes, accidents and embarrassment in public."

Dinah added that to her mental profile. "O?"

"I'm still running through various data bases trying to find his real identity, along with coordination and identification of those at the ritual site. So far he's clear of the national data bases." Which meant clear of any criminal charges. Or at least not arrested for them.

Roy snorted. "Probably won't find him. Jason likes him and trusts him and while that's gotten Jason burned before, he has a type."

"What's that?" Dinah asked. Type how?

"Survivors."

Ah. Just fucking lovely.

Flip the Table

Casually eavesdropping on what should be highly secure frequencies, Jason sipped his beer in a sleezy saloon style sports bar somewhere on the Vegas strip, nominally watching college(?) football; he's a hockey fan because baseball's boring as shit to watch and he's never got the appeal about American football. Football to the rest of the world was at least worth watching for the drama. Something had the Justice League in a tizzy and Zatanna -the one who normally covered Vegas when it came to the costumed crazies- was off world; Jason didn't have the details exactly but it sounded like Zatanna was dealing with some magical planar stuff and was not expected back for at least six more days. Assuming all went well.

So like any reasonable person who's going away for a time, she turned on her home security, had the alerts wired over to a friend -in this case Justice League Dark- gave a list of what was needed to be done and when -the pick up my mail and mow my lawn equivalants- went on her trip, trusting that the JLD were watching over her city and it wouldn't be on fire when she got back.

Such glorious hope.

And thus something happened so when Jason pulled into Vegas proper to investigate a desperate -read last hope- lead on a missing person's case, Jason happened to spy one of the lesser members of the JLD losing their shit in the sky. And so in a moment of civic duty, Jason started spying on them.

Magic was not something anyone trained by the Bat really ever got comfortable about, but chances were magic bullshit was going to intervene in his case. Justice League shit spilled over everything, all the time. Ghost cultists tripping Zatanna's necromancy alarms or whatever they were, was not Jason's business. Not unless the presumed cultists -those that had survived- had the person he was looking for.

No, he was looking at a missing person's case and his lead was 1. cold and 2. a longshot and 3. in a city full of tourists and catering staff, where "seen anything unusual lately" could be "there was this trio of tourists arguing how sex with your best friend doesn't count as cheating," or "someone having a meltdown over the delayed shipping of organic blueberries to the hotel," or "Sarah Maria got murdered a couple weeks ago on the job, but I haven't seen any notice about her funeral stuff on her social media, why yes, I do know she's dead, oh, she's dead and I'm an idiot for expecting someone dead to post on their socials their funeral deets."

Point was, he could look and ask all he wanted, beat feet for days, but the chances of this lead panning out were basically so minuscule that Jason could treat this more as a hobby case while on vacation. He still did his due diligence, asked the staff a few questions, called the guests on the same floor during the time period of their stay about how they found their stay, ran into the dead end of shitty business practices -they recorded over their own records every two weeks- and so unless Jason got the ability to do magic and do a "point me!" spell, the case would turn cold. It sucked when it happened but sometimes the evidence wasn't there. Or wasn't noticed or was destroyed before it could be collected. Sometimes people just didn't remember shit until three weeks later, which with some follow up digging gave him the lead to the hotel. Which got him nothing after that.

As Jason Todd didn't gain an innate ability to do magic that he was aware of that actually counted as magic bullshit magic instead of a couple cantrips, all he could do was get a beer and some food in a Vegas style Texas saloon bar. Which not his first choice, but it was full enough no one really paid attention to anyone. Technically a sport's bar but also very much was not. It was also busy enough that Jason ended up getting asked if someone could set with him at his table -which real Jason said hell no to, but cover Jason did agree to-

Oh. Meta. Jason realized quickly. Oh no, he's hot.

His hair is on fire!

How did the server miss that? Most metas don't casually out themselves like that! Too many people willing to target them for whatever power.

That hair was flaming, tied back in a low tail; Jason blinked and the hair flickered color, looked like normal hair -black- and then back to white fire, then black fire, some tv static abomination of color, white hair and then black hair. Another blink and it appeared to be black flames for hair and yeah, Jason closed his eyes. Pointedly ignored the hair thing. If the meta asked, Jason was judging him for the stupid little goatee.

The rest of the meta was built along the same lines as Jason himself, tall, broad and built. Packed with muscle, which was something to make note of; metas usually were more durable and could hit harder, so Jason casually made note to not get hit if a fight broke out.

Which it might, or probably would.

That's just how Jason's luck ran. To shit.

Said meta also ordered food and a beer, didn't even get asked for ID -unfair bias- and judging by the sound, turned in the seat to look at the American football screen that Jason had been ignoring. His hair had at least settled to black flames instead of the glitchy hair.

Of course as this was Vegas, people gambled on outcomes of games too. Which is how Jason learned the meta was rich enough to blow a couple grand -not expensive in the world of supers- but more than what the average person would be comfortable betting.

There were better ways to piss away money than gambling on sports. Like on over priced burgers and onion rings with an order of mozzerella sticks. The burger was good, admittedly Jason's had better and then some party of guys was yelling at the ref on a screen. And yup, that's some altercation with another table but the barman broke it up with a couple of words.

His tablemate muttered something about the ref having made the right call if one of the players wanted to continue a career professionally and Jason used that as social leverage to get a name -Dan, no last name given- and a bit more in-depth explanation on what stakes were going on; he's a hockey guy, not a football guy.

Some time later, Dan had caught him up on the football drama -nothing compared to the hockey drama- and conversation had drifted significantly from sports, lightly touched on family -Dan had siblings he shared little about other than they existed, which fair, they could also be metas and at risk- much like Jason did -he had siblings that existed, no further details- and parents weren't mentioned. Instead a lot of engineering talk, a slide into ethics -Dan's opinion on killing super villains was very much that some people needed Ended- and some small talk about how Dan's high school English teacher cursed in classical book titles.

Soon the easy joy of potential friendship ended when his phone rang; that was the Batman ringtone and Jason felt no guilt hanging up on him. And again. And again.

Then Dick rang and nope. He was not dealing with their shit. Dick would just sweeten up whatever shit B wanted to shovel.

And then Oracle's ringtone rang. Oh, now that was serious. Justice League shit spilling into his life again. No fucking doubt about it.

"Uh-huh, so what's up? Because I gotta say, I am a couple drinks in and the whole bar is waiting for one of the football teams to fumble or foul up their next play so they can throw down."

"Jay-" She started because much like Bruce, she would rather go straight into the mission, and Jason absolutely had wrong-footed her. Because instead of making excuses to leave, Jason had absolutely stayed. So now she had to rephrase things on the fly because who knows who might be listening in. "Hey, it's on the news that the Justice League is showing up in Vegas; something about investigating something magical showing up."

"Uh-huh, that's not a surprise. There was some magic ninny flying in a panic earlier. I decided it wasn't my business."

"I hadn't heard that," -bullshit, she just hadn't double-checked that herself yet- "but what I did hear that some cult might have succeeded in bringing something over."

"Uh-huh. Well, no one's praying to Cthulu yet, there's been no troublemaking beyond the usual human malice and nothing's on fire."

"We were just concer-" And Jason hung up on Oracle.

He'd pay for that later, but petty was satisfying now.

"Sounded important."

"Was bullshit."

"So an entity summoned by a cult that tripped a bunch of magicians into a tizzy-"

Yeah, those sharp ears were not for show. Enhanced hearing check. "That's a bunch of incompetents panicking." Time for his good guess to hit or miss. "You're not going to decide to destroy Vegas, are you?"

"Done it before, doing it again seems pointlessly petty." Statements Jason wasn't going to prod further right now.

"And what if Wisconson University loses?"

"Might flip the table." Dan shrugged.

"More beer?" Jason asked.

"Sure."

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Birthday Girl

Sakura Miyawaki x Male Reader | 4k words Tags: smut, pwp, closet sex, rough, dirty talk, public but private, spit play, facefucking, cock drunk, desperate, light daddy kink, birthday sex

Sakura’s birthday. A packed apartment. Her hands on you all night. The Closet. Lips crash. Yeah, you saw this coming.

AN: She posted this literally few hours ago, had to do it. Shes so hot. Also, not proofread so gg.

Sakura’s back thuds against the closet wall, coats rustling behind your head as you lift her up. Her breath stutters, legs locking around your waist, arms clutching your shoulders, nails digging in like she needs something to keep her grounded—like if she lets go, she might just float away.

Her yoga pants? Barely hanging off one of her legs, abandoned mid-chaos. Her panties? Pushed aside, not even a real obstacle. Your hands grip her thighs tight as you fuck into her, deep and relentless. Her top is slipping lower with every thrust, exposing more of her shoulder, her collarbone, skin begging to be bitten. And you’d do it too—if you weren’t so obsessed with the way she’s coming undone right now.

The coats behind her sway with every motion, hangers rattling above your heads like they’re judging you. Not that either of you care. She’s too far gone, and you? You’re right there with her.

Her hair’s a mess, wavy strands sticking to her damp forehead, fingers tangled in your shirt as she clings to you. Her breath is hot, coming in short, desperate bursts, moans barely muffled by your hand covering her mouth.

“Shh,” you murmur, voice slow, thick with amusement. “You don’t wanna be too loud, baby. Or do you?”

She whimpers, eyes glassy, head tilting back against the wall as she nods frantically.

You chuckle, lips ghosting over her cheek. “Of course you do.”

Your fingers trail up the back of her thigh, squeezing hard. “You act all sweet, but I know better. You love this shit.”

Her hips buck against you, fingers twisting in your shirt, her voice breaking against your palm.

Yeah. That’s what you thought.

Sakura’s birthday party was always gonna lead to this—you just didn’t know when she’d make her move.

It started in the middle of the party—packed apartment, music blasting from a half-broken speaker, bodies pressed together. The room carried the scent mix of sweat, overpriced cologne, and the sharp tang of jungle juice that had no business tasting that good. People were draped over furniture, laughing too loud, shouting over the music, spilling drinks like it was a sport. A night where everything was a little too much, but nobody cared.

And then there was her. Sakura wasn’t just another body in the crowd—she was the center of it.

Soft pink top slipping off her shoulder like an invitation, flared yoga pants hugging her just right, bangs framing her face like she walked straight out of a dream. Every time she moved, heads turned, but her attention? Locked on you. She knew exactly what she was doing, every glance, every smirk, every shift of her hips designed to pull you in, to remind you—she wasn’t just anyone. She was yours.

The tension had been bubbling under the surface all night, and she was stoking the fire.

She was all over you—brushing past you in the kitchen like she didn’t have a whole ass apartment to move in, fingers trailing over your chest when she laughed, leaning in to whisper absolute nonsense in your ear just to see you twitch.

At one point, she dropped onto your lap—casual, she was your girlfriend, she did this all the time. But the way her ass shifted against you? The way she pressed against that spot. Not casual at all.

Your hand slid up her thigh, slow, teasing, just enough to feel how warm she was, the buttery smooth fabric of her yoga pants gliding under your fingertips, just enough for her breath to hitch. And when she turned to look at you, eyes dark, lips parted, you knew exactly where this was going.

She didn’t even have to say anything. Just curled her fingers around your wrist, yanked you up from the couch, and pulled you through the sea of bodies like she was leading you somewhere important.

“Ten minutes. No one will notice.”

She barely got the closet door shut before she was on you, kissing you like she needed it, like she’d been thinking about it all damn night. And maybe she had.

Maybe you had too.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when she breaks the kiss.

Her top keeps slipping lower, the fabric barely clinging to her shoulder, exposing smooth skin, the curve of her collarbone. You don’t hesitate this time—you lean in, teeth grazing her skin before biting down just enough to make her gasp. She tenses, then melts, fingers twisting tighter into your shirt as you press her harder against the wall, groaning as you roll your hips into her.

“You knew exactly what you were doing, huh?” Your voice is low, teasing, but there’s an edge to it. “Sitting on my lap like that.”

She gasps, arching into you, hands tugging at your shirt, trying to pull you closer like there’s even space left between you.

“Oh my god, shut up—just fuck me.”

You chuckle, biting lightly at her jaw, dragging your teeth over her skin just because you can. "So bossy," you murmur, dragging your teeth over her before smirking. "I'll let it slide since it's your birthday."

Her yoga pants made it too easy—too smooth, too soft, gliding under your fingers before she kicks them off the one leg they’re still clinging to. Your eyes flick down just in time to watch her smooth, bald pussy stretch around you, glistening, tight, her arousal slicking your cock with every thrust. A wet strand drips down, sliding over your length, smearing against the base where you're buried deep inside her. Her lace panties slowly slide back into place, only to be stopped by your cock in the way, the fabric bunched against her swollen clit.

The air in the closet is thick—humid with heat, the scent of sweat, her perfume, the musky, intoxicating smell of sex. It clings to both of you, mixing with the sharp, clean bite of your cologne, the space so cramped you can feel every shaky breath she exhales against your neck.

Your hands slide to her hips, gripping, holding her in place, dragging her against you, the obscene squelch of her wetness making you groan. Each motion earns another breathless whimper from her lips, her body clenching tighter, greedier.

Her fingers twist in your hair, nails scratching against your scalp as her back arches, head tilting, mouth falling open. She’s wrecked, delirious, drowning in it. You know the moment you hit just the right spot—her entire body tenses, thighs trembling as she melts, a shaky exhale escaping as she chokes out a moan, her slick dripping down even more.

She’s falling apart, breathing heavy, voice all high and needy. “Oh my god—yes, yes, yes—”

You pull back just enough to grab her jaw, forcing her to look at you. "Open your mouth." The command is lazy, effortless, like you already know she’ll do it.

Her lashes flutter, gaze locked on yours as her lips part, tongue sliding out just enough—soft, pink, waiting. Her breath is shaky, pupils blown wide, cheeks already flushed. She looks so damn pretty like this.

You spit, slow and deliberate, watching the way it lands on her tongue, glistening under the dim lights spilling into the closet. She swallows without hesitation, a quiet, satisfied hum vibrating in her throat, her thighs clenching tighter around you like the act just turned her on even more.

"Good girl," you murmur, thumb dragging down her chin, smearing the wetness before you push back into her, rougher this time. Deeper. Your grip tightens on her hips, keeping her right where you want her, holding her still as you drive into her.

She whimpers, her nails biting into your shoulders, her whole-body trembling. She’s so wrecked, teetering on the edge, but she doesn’t want you to stop. Not really. Still, her hand taps against your shoulder, a quick signal, not to make you stop—just to give her a second to catch her breath.

And then she’s moving, pulling herself off you, breathless and desperate. She drops to her knees, looking up at you through messy lashes, eyes dark and eager.

"Fuck my face. Use my mouth. I wanna choke on that fat cock"

Your cock twitches at the words, and you don’t hesitate—grabbing the back of her head, tilting her face up so she’s looking at you. Her lips part instinctively, tongue slipping out in anticipation, and the sight alone nearly makes you groan.

She’s on her knees, perched on her ankles, fingers wrapping around the base of your cock, stroking slow, teasing, watching the way it twitches in her grip. She leans in, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the shaft, tongue flicking out to catch the drops of precum pooling at the tip.

She looks up at you through her lashes, eyes dark, lips parted as she lets a string of spit fall from her mouth, slicking you up before wrapping her fingers around you again, stroking with deliberate, lazy precision.

"Stretch my lips, daddy," she breathes, guiding you to her mouth. Her breath is hot, her lips plush, brushing against the tip before she takes you in, inch by inch, her tongue dragging along the underside, wet and insistent.

The second you push deeper, you feel the tight squeeze of her throat, her soft tongue flattening along the underside of your shaft, dragging over the sensitive ridge as she swallows around you. Her eyes flutter, lashes trembling, but she doesn’t look away, doesn’t break contact even as her throat tightens. “Yeah, that’s it. Fuckin’ take it.”

Her fingers wrap tighter around the base, stroking in time with her movements, keeping you slick and soaked in her spit. When she pulls back, a wet gasp leaves her lips, a thick strand of saliva connecting her mouth to the tip before she spits on it again, her fingers smearing the mess over your length.

She moans before taking you back in, lips stretching wider, her tongue teasing the slit before she pushes forward, faster, needier, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks. Her nails dig into your thighs for balance, her body shuddering as she gags, choking just enough for her throat to constrict tight around you. Drool pools at the corners of her lips, spilling down her chin, dripping onto her bare chest, messy and shameless as she takes you even deeper.

“Look at you,” you murmur, running a hand down the side of her face, thumb caressing her cheek as she hollows her cheeks around you. “Messy fucking girl. You love this, don’t you?”

She moans around you, a garbled sound vibrating against your cock, making your stomach tighten. You press her down further, forcing her to take more, feeling the spasms in her throat as she gags again, spit trailing down her chin.

Then, with a sharp pull, you yank her off you, her lips slick and swollen, a wet gasp tearing from her mouth as her tongue hangs out, glossy with drool. Her breath is ragged, eyes glazed over, a dazed, cock-drunk expression written all over her pretty face.

You don’t let her recover. You guide her back down, pushing your cock past her parted lips again, stretching them wide as she takes you deeper, hitting the back of her throat in one smooth motion. A choked gag vibrates against you, making your toes curl.

You do it again.

Off. A sharp inhale.

On. A desperate moan, her throat tightens around you.

Off. Her drool spills down her chin, thick and messy, strings of it connecting her lips to your tip.

On. Her throat spasms, her fingers digging into your thighs, her whole body trembling as she lets you use her.

"Fuck," you growl, gripping her jaw, forcing her to look up at you. "You’re so fucking hot, letting me use your pretty mouth like this."

She giggles, the sound breathy, wrecked, utterly cock drunk. A whimper follows, needy, desperate, like she wants more.

Outside, the party rages on—voices, laughter, music pounding through the walls. If someone walked into her room right now, would they hear what’s happening in the closet? Would they pause, listening to the muffled sounds of wet, filthy pleasure, debating whether to check? If they did, if they opened the door—they’d find her like this. On her knees, wrecked, taking everything you give her without hesitation.

Music pounds through the walls, bass rattling the closet door, but it’s almost drowned out by the wet, filthy sounds of her mouth working you over.

Almost.

Then, just when she’s gasping around you, you yank her back up, flipping the dynamic instantly. You drop onto the floor, back against the wall, legs spread.

"Come ride it, birthday girl."

She wastes no time, swinging a leg over you, holding her top up with one hand while the other reaches between you, fingers wrapping around your slick length, angling you towards her entrance. She drags the head of your cock along her soaked folds, teasing herself before finally sinking down with a desperate moan, stretching around you inch by inch. Her breath hitches, her walls pulsing, clenching down like she never wants to let go.

"You always stretch me so good, daddy," she whimpers, her voice wrecked, shaking as she takes you deeper.

The slick sound of her taking you in fills the cramped space, loud, obscene, making your head fall back against the wall as you groan, feeling just how tight and soaked she is, how she struggles to adjust to every inch of you.

She exhales a shaky breath, biting her lip as she starts to move—slow at first, rolling her hips in deliberate circles, teasing. She wants to show off, to make you feel just how good she can be, but she’s already too far gone.

You let her have it for a second, watching her through heavy lids as she lifts her hips, sinking down again, taking every inch. The way she bites her lip, how her eyes flutter as she feels it all, the heat of her wrapped around you—it’s so fucking good.

"Look at you," you murmur, voice thick with amusement, hands lazily gripping her waist. "Tryna show off. You wanted this so bad, huh?"

"Yes—fuck—I need it, I need it." Her voice is a whimper, desperate, as her movements stutter for a second, her body betraying her.

You smirk, fingers pressing into her skin, steadying her. "Then take it, baby. Show me."

She gasps as you guide her down, forcing her to take you deeper, her thighs trembling as she grinds against you. Every drop down is louder, wetter, her arousal dripping between your thighs, making a mess of both of you. The stretch has her eyes rolling back, mouth falling open as she tries to keep up, but she’s spiraling fast.

You watch her fall apart, reveling in it. She’s not showing off anymore—her thighs are shaking, her rhythm faltering, every motion a struggle between holding on and giving in.

She tries to keep moving, but she’s too far gone. Her moans turn breathless, higher, edged with desperation.

Your hands glide over her waist, caressing the smooth curve of her abdomen, fingers pressing into the tightness of her frame. The pink ruffle top she’s still wearing hugs her figure perfectly, accentuating every dip and curve, the soft fabric molding to her body. She’s small, stretched impossibly around you, and she knows exactly how hot that is. Her back arches, one hand lifting to gather her hair, exposing the elegant line of her neck, the full length of her body—long, taut, trembling under your touch.

You groan, watching the way she takes you, how her pussy struggles to accommodate you, her wetness coating your length with every slow, agonizing drop down. She’s shaking, her rhythm faltering, moans getting breathier, higher, edged with desperation.

You grab her hips, slamming her down, forcing her to take it all. She gasps, body jolting as you fill her completely, her walls clenching down in shock, in pleasure, in everything all at once. The impact sends a fresh wave of wetness spilling between you, dripping down your length, making an obscene mess where your bodies meet.

Your hand moves up—palm flat against her stomach, pressing down, feeling yourself buried deep inside her. "Feel that, baby? Feel how deep I am?"

She whimpers, fingers clawing at your chest, gripping your wrists, needing something to hold onto as you thrust up into her, making her take more.

Her head tilts back, but you don’t let her escape. You wrap a hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes flutter open, forcing her to look at you. "Nah, baby. Don’t run from it. Take every inch."

She’s crying out, losing control, her body shaking as pleasure overtakes her. She’s getting close—you can feel it, the way her walls pulse around you, the way her breath catches, the way she’s barely hanging on. Just as she’s fully giving in, just as she’s about to break—there’s a knock. On the closet door? No, on the door to her bedroom.

“Yo, Sakura? You in there?”

She freezes, eyes wide, panic flickering across her face. The voice is familiar—it’s Chaewon, one of her girlies.

Your hand flies to her mouth, smothering the whimper that nearly escapes, feeling the way her entire body trembles against you. You both hold your breath, locked in place, but inside, you can feel how she grips you tighter, clenching like the sudden risk is turning her on even more.

Footsteps shuffle across her bedroom, the faint rustle of fabric as Chaewon rifles through her things. Her jacket. Right—Sakura had let all her girlies drop their stuff on her bed earlier. That’s what she’s here for. She’s just grabbing something.

Sakura, reckless and insatiable, starts moving again. Slow at first, rolling her hips against you, both of you biting your lips to keep quiet. The thrill of getting caught makes everything sharper—the squeeze of her walls, the way her nails press harder into your skin, the heat of her breath against your palm.

You slip two fingers between her lips, pressing them past her tongue. Without hesitation, she takes them in, sucking greedily, her eyes flickering up to yours, dazed and completely wrecked. Her tongue swirls around them, hot and slick, coating them in spit as she moans softly around the intrusion, hips never stopping, never slowing. Her mouth is a perfect mess, drool slipping down her chin, her lashes fluttering as she looks up at you, waiting, eager for more.

You lean in, lips brushing her ear, voice barely above a whisper. "Oh, you love this. Getting fucked while someone’s right outside."

She nods, desperate, shameless.

The door creaks as Chaewon steps out, closing it behind her.

The second she’s gone, you drop your hand from Sakura’s mouth and grab her hips, grinding her down onto you, slow and punishing, making her take it. She’s already there, teetering on the edge, her whole body trembling, thighs locked tight around you, her nails raking down your chest.

She tries to be quiet, but she’s shaking too hard, her breath coming in desperate little gasps as her pussy clamps down around you, gripping, pulsing, milking every inch.

"Please—fuck, please, let me cum—let me feel you—" her voice is barely there, shaking, breaking, whimpering between ragged breaths.

You murmur against her lips, teasing. "You need it that bad, baby?"

"Yes—yes, please, I c-can’t—" she stutters, her nails scraping down your chest, gripping onto you like she’ll fall apart if you stop. "I need it, need you to fill me up—please, daddy—please—wanna cum with you—"

Her voice is wrecked, moaning through the words, pleading, trembling in your hold. And fuck, you’re close too—you can feel it, your body tensing, the tight heat of her pulling you in, the way she’s clenching, desperate for it.

"Yeah? You wanna cum with me?" your voice is thick, strained, your grip tightening on her hips as you slam her down one more time. "Then take it, baby. Fucking take it—"

The moment snaps—her body stiffens, then unravels completely, her orgasm slamming into her all at once. Her thighs clamp around you, her walls fluttering in desperate pulses, squeezing, milking you for everything, her body demanding you spill inside her.

And you do. A deep groan rumbles from your chest as you push as far as you can go, holding her flush against you, buried deep, stretching her to the limit. She clenches around you, pulsing, gripping, her walls fluttering in erratic waves, milking every last drop from you. The heat of her, the wet, slick slide of it, has you seeing white, body locking up as pleasure rips through you.

Your fingers dig into her waist, holding her still as you spill inside her, your jaw clenched tight as your release crashes into you, sharp and overwhelming. Her name tumbles from your lips, breathless, lost in the haze of sensation.

She doesn’t stop moving, her hips rolling in slow, messy circles, dragging out every aftershock, refusing to let the moment end. Her breath stutters, caught between a whimper and a moan, her entire body shuddering in your arms. She’s wrecked, trembling, eyes heavy-lidded as she takes it all, lets it sink in, lets herself stay full.

You don’t let go. Not yet. You keep her there, pressing her down onto you, making sure she feels every throb, every last drop settling inside her. She clings to you, nails skimming over your skin, her breath coming in soft, uneven sighs as you both stay wrapped up in the mess you made of each other.

She sighs, stretching her body, still straddling you, then giggles, shaking her head.

"You look fucked out," she teases, voice hoarse.

You exhale a deep breath, still gripping her waist. "I am."

She kisses you lazily, smirking against your lips before leaning down to whisper, "We should get back before someone actually finds us."

"You’re a fucking bitch."

"Yours" She hums, smug, tilting her head as she drags her fingers down your chest, slow and lazy.

Then, she leans in again, licking up the side of your neck, her tongue hot against your skin, before she catches your lips in a deep, lingering kiss.

It’s unhurried, indulgent—nothing like the raw, desperate way she had been moaning for you just minutes ago. She kisses you like she owns you, like she knows she’s got you wrapped around her finger no matter how hard you fuck her. And the worst part? She’s right.

You groan into her mouth, your hands gripping her hips one last time, keeping her close even as she pulls back just enough to smirk against your lips. "Let’s go, lover boy. I’m not done making you obsessed with me tonight."

Your girlfriend is a freak, and you love it.

[bubbleddisasters]

Guess whos back on their Che’nya theory shit again. Me.

Also some of this is just me going on about random and absolute far stretched shit, but hopefully the majority makes sense to y’all.

I’m about to sound batshit insane and this is going to be some MatPat sounding shit but here we go anyway.

WARNING‼️⚠️ MAJOR BOOK 7 SPOILERS AHEAD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

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I just made the realization that Che’nyas UM and already natural abilities we’ve seen puts him in a position to be deadass playing the Floor is Lava with Malleus as the lava rn.

They wouldn’t have told us his UM in the main story if it didn’t matter somehow. They had the opportunity to show us Neiges in Rooks dream, yet didn’t, so it isn’t a heres RSA UMs for for shits and giggles thing, and we don’t know ANY of the teachers UMs, so it isn’t a “filling npc” thing either.

In EVENTS, we learn the UMs of only the very important and/or dangerous characters. Rollo, Skully, and Fellow. (Geez, Halloween trio now that I think of it).

Do we know Dylia Spades? No. Do we know Eric Schronheits? No. Do we know Ambrose the 3rds? No. Do we know Elizas? No, we get slapped. Do we know Najima Vipers? No. (She might not have one yet tho but still).

These characters are all confirmed as mages, or not directly said to be magicless, so it’s fair to assume they are mages.

So they told us Che’nyas UM for a reason. Why?

Like if his UM makes him invulnerable to magic/attack and invisible, and straight up on ANOTHER PLANE OF EXISTENCE, then if he’s not technically “all there”, Malleus wouldn’t be able to sense him.

Plus, this would explain how Orthos body was floating on the water when STYX found it, as when we know Orthos HEAVY AF, and would more than likely sink, since I doubt they had the time to build in something inflatable enough to balance that weight.

To boot, Ortho was at the docks, which from the map, is super close to RSA.

For reference:

(Both normally and under Mals spell)

The Cheshire Cat is the one who gets Alice out of Wonderland (In the movie, the tunnel Alice runs through matches the Cheshire cats color and stripes + He’s the only one not chasing her+ in the OG book, the Cheshire Cat is more of a Guide and the only one who really sticks with and helps Alice for the whole shabang), and if he’s in RSA, then I think the writers know that.

Aswell as the fact Che’nya appears in both Books with “Tyrant” in the name, and the Cheshire Cat is the only person completely immune to the Queen of Hearts control, as the second most powerful being in wonderland next to LITERALLY TIME ITSELF.

Look in most Disney Villain Line-Ups, and you’ll find the Cheshire Cat. Why? Marketing, the Cheshire Cats a popular character that isn’t directly portrayed as a hero, and more as a mysterious reoccurring character that isn’t necessarily seen as a helper unless you squint.

Additionally, we’ve seen Che’nya use flight, self gravity control, teleportation(unconfirmed but implied on that one) and use his UM for extremely long periods of time, and now that I think of it, we’ve never seen it wear him down, even without the lack of a magestone on his design.

And anyway, in the manga, he’s been doing such things since before we meet him for the first time at age 8-9 from Rids perspective.

Which means long enough that he basically has full control over it at that age, so probably either since birth or very, very young.

Which gives us the know that unlocked his UM way before meeting Riddle and mastered it, which means likely as a literal toddler woke up one day and went “Hey what if I just fucked off to another plane of existence and became both invisible and invulnerable, while capable of movement and communication on this plane the whole time.”

Now back to Book 7.

So heres what caught my attention, Silver mentions the only people he can pop into the dreams of are people he has connections with.

Seeing as we get Sebek first crack out of the box, and then Lilia, this makes sense.

However, it falls off when the next people start to be people Silver either doesn’t know, or very loosely knows.

Yes, I understand the commercial and writing point is meant to be a dorm countdown, but it would make far more sense to be a Russian Roulette, kind of upping the anticipation of whos next.

But to me, with what we know of Silvers connections, it would make far more sense to have the second years be first after Dia, then maybe the third years that he knows because of Lilia, and finally the first years, still leaving room for Ace to get his UM towards the very end.

Now if we drive this back to my Che’nya playing Yuu’s guardian angel theory, it would make more sense to start with Pomfieore after Igi, because not only is it recent connections, so probably easier to bring to the forefront of Silvers UM, it gives him time to get up to NRC right after pushing Ortho or simply getting him out safely.

Before you mention malleus’s barrier, Che’nya gets past NRCs barrier that took STYX heavy power shots to break like its every other tuesday, without Crowleys notice aswell, he stands a viable chance of slipping past Malleus’s.

If he can jump to another plane of existence in which he is invulnerable to magic, theres nothing stopping him from sliding past to get Ortho out and slipping back in under Malleus’s nose.

It also gives him a good “oh shit” moment and an idea of the root of whats happening.

And if I’m wrong and he can’t teleport, he can latch on to Malleus (possibly referencing the Cheshire Cat latching onto the Queens back after she gets a card solider executed I think) to teleport with him back to NRC.

With that, he could be preventing Silver OBing by basically shattering the shade/phantom before it can even do anything, while also hiding Idia being awake. That, or basically lending Silver magic enough to keep going while praying to god Mal doesn’t notice.

Lilia playing the worlds most dangerous game of tag with Mal in dreamland gives him the distraction he needs for this aswell, and it could be that everything went to shit around Trey-Riddles Dreams, and Che’nya popped in to speed up the process and or Dream Che’nyas revealing his UM kinda got his ass caught by Mal, or caused Mal to finally detect a disturbance in the force.

So if I’m right with the previously theorized Guardian Angel thing, Che’nya could be hotwiring Silvers UM to send Silver and co to the people he remembers helped Yuu and the rest recently without risking Malleus putting two and two together on who could be fucking with the dreams other than Silver, depending on how he was portrayed in Trey and Rids Dreams.

Though it would be hilarious if with the Floor is Lavaing it he was also Night at the Musueming it and just repeatedly moved each dreamer closer to Silver physically so they’d have a physical connection (like pinky to pinky or head to head) and basically had Malleus doing a eyebrow raise everytime he turned around trying to figure out if that person had been moved or he was seeing things until he realized there was an exponentially large group around Silver that definitely wasn’t there before.

Another thing: We know the Three Good Fairies weren’t affected by Maleficent’s curse and are the ones to untie Philip when he’s caught and give him the Sword and Shield, which his has, and loses all but the sword in the fight against Maleficent, the Sword and Shield which in the Og twst Trailer that scene is likely referenced by Silver as the Sword (duh) and Sebek as the Shield, with Lilia where Philip would be, although his arm is raised higher.

You kinda have to flip Sebek and Silvers positions but yea.

Sebek being Virtue is self explanatory. He strives to have the virtue of a knight worth of Malleus, and shows this in many ways, but his faults are his rudeness, arrogance, biased or generally rude assumptions, and overexaggertion, stemming from his own internilzed racism (or speciesism? I guess?) , which lead many others to not want to be around him, deflecting the truth of his heritage as to not focus on his own insecurities like a shield to an attack, no matter who its from, in a way.

Now that he has begun to bond and not be as rude to the rest of the non fae cast however, he ends up passing out? Like how a shield seemingly has no use if its not defending, unless you get real creative with it (Its Reyn time I mean who said that)

Silver balances this out as truth, as he is someone we see is honest to almost no fault. His UM also shows truth, in its own way, by showing the truth of the desires of those around him. However, a truth has also been held directly from him, aka the truth of his birth, and the undeniable truth that to break the curse upon him, Lilia did have to truly love him, even as the child of his friends killer.

So he is both benefited and harmed by truth, just like how the same sword can both protect and kill, it just depends on who wields it.

Anyway, back to the point at hand, Now that Malleus seemingly has the time to go and pull a FNAF 4 at Idias door, the odds are Lilia may have somehow gotten caught or restrained (like Phillip is) for enough time to have Malleus notice the Shrouds are pulling shenanigans on his private dream servers and feel the need to go confirm this.

The way in the movie the Three Good Fairies are caught hiding Aurora by Maleficent in the first place is by getting too cocky on the day before Aurora’s B-day and using magic like crazy, fixing up and making their “gifts” much better, as they didn’t know how to create them without magic.

These gifts? A Cake by the GREEN fairy, the calmest and most mature of the three: Fauna, and a Dress, which the RED AND BLUE FAIRIES Merryweather (the most rebellious yet sensical) and Flora (the leader, most work focused and overconfident) keep fighting over which color it should be, Pink or Blue.

(I rewatched their scenes and I forgot how much of a fucking MVP Merryweather was, everyone else turning things into rainbows, bubbles and flowers while my girl was out here burning chains, hunting down snitches, turning her mfking ops to stone and had to be physically held back from throwing hands with Maleficent by herself, god bless this tiny blue diva)

Fauna can obviously be placed as Trey here. Calmest, a Cake, Green. Done.

You can combine Flora and Merryweather into the two sides of Riddles Dream, the first being very punk yet sensical lifestyle, the blue, bringing in the sadness of what he desired yet cannot have, and the second half being Flora, the extremes of overconfident and tyrannical leadership, the red of rage, to say.

Red and Blue obv equal Purple, Che’nyas signature color, probably because purple isn’t actually a fucking color. I’m not going to explain the history of purple, but there is not such thing as purple in science, only shades of violet.

Speaking of Pomfieore, the first non dia dreamer group we see, is VIOLET. I said it. (Octavielle is Lavender, so no, not directly purple) Bright Red is Heartstabyl. (Scarabia is Maroon, which is a shade of red, but again, not directly bright red)

Now what I’m going on about here is this: If In the dreams, each dreamers NPC versions of their friends strictly abides by what the dreamer desires them to, how did dream Che’nya not only transfer to both parts of Riddles dream, but also go directly AGAINST the dream and the dreamer?

The dream versions of the others cannot, under any circumstances, break the character the dreamer creates without breaking the dream itself.

We see this in Lilias dream, in Treys, and Deuces. The Senate, Cater and Ace respectively breach the line of what is and isn’t in character for them in the dreamers memory to hold the dreamer within the dream, causing their respective dreamer to wake up sheerly due to the stark contrast.

These characters will go to lengths to keep the dreamer asleep, so how is it that this dream version of Che’nya can do the exact opposite?

And in Treys dream, Che’nya is the only one not practically turned into Eric Cartman variants, which given the fact Cater, certified sweets hater, has too, means that Che’nya, certified sweets stealer, somehow dodged that bullet in Treys subconscious, which breaks the rules set by the dream.

These rules are delicate, seemingly. It takes one too out of character word, one too out of character action to knock the dreamer awake.

So either Trey sees Che’nya as having the self control of a monk (a small scene in manga implies Che’nya steals from the Clovers fridge so often Treys own damn siblings hear the fridge open and assume its him and not their own damn brother, so I doubt that he’d think that) or Che’nya can bypass these rules.

Many of the dreams would have been so much easier if they could conveniently convince the dreamers friends to go up against them for their sake or just to simply help wake them up.

Of all people, the dream version of Ace fucking Trappola actually listening to and abiding by Riddles tyranny and not jumping at the opportunity to S.O.S to Leona, Yuu and co says enough about this as is.

Anyway, what I’m saying here is that Che’nya either got his ass caught, or finally managed to hotwire himself into Silvers UM conga line, which unfortunately left Idia now in Mals notice and Silver becoming more weary from excess UM use.

Just like how the good fairies thought they’d succeeded and jumped the gun with using magic a day early, Chen could have thought that since they made it this far, their clean until further notice, and is gonna feel the hit of it later.

As my phone is dying and I want a fucking nap, this has been Blues randomass rant about Che’nya again.

More at ???? Folks.

[potatomountain]

FFF- Day 8

FFF Masterlist

Prompt: Experimental/nipple play

Member: Hongjoong

Word Count: 924

Warnings: 18+, implied smut, no specified gender, use of the color system, switch Hongjoong though he is more subby here.

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“Come on Joongie, you promised.” With a whine you held up the spiked chains connecting to two nipple clamps. “This is what I want to try- I did that thing for you last time. Please?”

Your boyfriend and you had an agreement that anytime one of you wanted to try something new, you two would try anything once. If it worked out, it was a new thing to toy with in the bedroom- if not, the two of you talked it over whether or not to try it again or not. Sometimes you did and it worked out, sometimes not.

Last time you tried something out of your comfort zone that he had wanted, you enjoyed it, and you just knew he would like this.

Still he eyed the nipple clamps warily. “Why clamps? Why do I have to wear them? Where did you even get the idea?”

Slowly you grinned, ready to make your case. “Your concert. Baby it was so obvious how perky your nipples were through the shirt I just wanted to play with them. And I know the guitar strap rubs them, makes them so sensitive. You don't dislike that either.” It was all you could think about after yesterday's concert. The way he looked playing the guitar, the strap rubbing against the pebbled peaks the white fabric couldn't contain at all. Thinking about it now had your mouth salivating.

He sighed, a sign he was relenting. “Fine, but if I don't like them I'm using them on you.”

“I'm okay with that.” With a giggle you took the clamps to the bedroom, climbing onto the bed first and patting the center. “Strip big boy and come sit.”

Grumbling, still a little hesitant, Hongjoong did. Clothes tossed aside he climbed onto the bed and sat on his knees in front of you. Despite his grumbling, his half hard cock and red ears was enough to tell you that part of him did like this idea.

You couldn't hide your excitement, reaching out and running your thumbs over his little peaks and observing his reaction. He reacted just as you expected, the softest change in his demeanor. “I knew it- they are sensitive.”

“Just use the clamps-”

“Nuh-uh, I have to work you up to it first, baby. Get them nice and hard so I won't have any trouble putting the clamps on.” He loved playing with yours, now you could return the favor. And you did.

Pinching both of them you gave a slight pull, happy to see his cock twitch and his pupils dilate. His hands were on his thighs, gripping them to keep from touching you. He would have plenty of opportunities to do that soon, but first you got to have your fun. It only took a few more gentle pinches and twists before it was more than obvious he was enjoying it, cock at full mass and a bead of precum just sitting there begging to be tasted.

Instead you latched your lips around his nipple, looking up at him through your lashes to see how he reacted. The whine he let out went straight to your head. Pressing your tongue against the bud you flicked and sucked, letting out a moan when his hand pressed your head closer.

With a giggle you pulled away, smiling up at him as you moved your tongue to the other neglected nipple. “Color baby? How do you like it? Does it feel good?”

“G-green. Really good. This how it feels for you?” He panted out, gaze a little hazy when he met your eyes.

“Mhmm. Feels s'good when you play with me.” You mumbled against his skin before tugging on the peak with your teeth. “You're going to look so good in those clamps when I put them on you.” 

The whimper he let out just had you further convinced this was going well. Maybe he'd let you play with them more often? You couldn't be certain until the clamps were on.

While you sucked and flicked the now hardened bud, you reached for the clamps. Moving your mouth back to the first peak, you brought one clamps up, watching him through your lashes as you latched it onto his title.

The cry he let out, body jolting beneath you, and the way his dick twitched and leaked- all of it had arousal pooling through you.

He was still reeling from the first clip when you latched on the second, taking advantage of his surprise and pushing him back down on the bed. He was trembling, cheeks flushed and a heated glaze to his beautiful dark eyes. “Look at you baby, I knew you would like it. And the spikes suit you so well.”

His hands gripped your thighs tightly, eyes meeting yours as you tugged on the chain. “Fuck it hurts but-”

“You like it don't you? Admit it baby, I was right.” You cooed out, a smirk on your lips.

He bit down on his own, being defiant in the end. Until you tugged on the chain again, light enough his back arched and he let out another whimper of a cry.

His grip on your thighs was bruising, but it just added to the beautiful picture he was. “I like it. Fuck I like it.”

Showing some mercy you leaned down and kissed his swollen lips, wondering just how you were going to take advantage of him like this. One thought won over: would the chain jingle with each thrust?

You were determined to find out.

[fascinationstreetmp3]

Sometimes I fear they won't do devil's minion at all. Armand won't call Daniel beloved and like the turning- the turning was said to be done in spite where in the books there was at least some love, something that made Armand say they will be in hell together after all. I feel like there is a possibility that in the show hell together means like a thorn lodged in the throat. You can't ignore it and you can't get rid of it. That will hurt a lot if they do that.

im sure dm will definitely be romantic in the show at some point, it's just a case of how they get there because things are obviously different from the books.

i myself am keeping an open mind about the whole "spite" thing tbh. that descriptor does not come from armand or daniel, it comes from louis, who was not there— and in my opinion, daniel sorta dodges addressing it any further when louis brings it up, and there could be multiple reasons for that (he doesn't want to talk about it? or maybe there's more to it he isn't letting on right now?)

just throwing things out there but if it WAS entirely spiteful, but past dm happened, it's possible they could also utilise daniel's book turning scene for the "memory wipe", framing that as armand's act of love in order to save daniel's life, which would balance things out a little more. either way i think we WILL see the turning no matter what anyone says

where they are now with each other, the writers might take inspiration from the sort of push/pull they have towards 1985 in qotd, along with the long period of separation they have after qotd and the regret armand feels for turning daniel. daniel feeling resentful towards armand (for turning him? for messing with his and louis' memories? for leaving him all alone?), but unable to stay away for long; armand believing he has made a horrible mistake and trying to stay away while also dealing with the fact that daniel destroyed armand's relationship with louis, but he and daniel are bound together now and the maker/fledgling connection sometimes seems to be a lot stronger in the show, even between "strangers" as displayed by madeleine & louis being able to "feel" one another

i think show daniel seeing armand at his lowest, knowing what he can do to people and what he has done to him, will play into the way daniel sees armand in the books: a terrible creature capable of great evil who daniel is drawn to and loves for who he is, and armand gets to be perceived outside of the roles he's always playing by someone he doesnt have to control or lie to (and cant, really). for how they get to the love part... im curious to see how it will go because there's a lot of ways it could happen. i'm just certain they will get there. they might feel stuck in "hell together" at first, but eventually hatred won't be the only thing that binds them together (if it ever was the 'only' thing between them in the first place)

maybe tangentially related but ive seen people suggest rolin jones has some sort of dislike for dm or that he just straight up doesn't care/wasn't planning on including it, and of course i have no clue what's going through his head but i have to disagree. a deeper relationship between armand and daniel has only been hinted at right now; pieces of a puzzle slowly make themselves known, and the audience has to notice them and put the puzzle together with what they've got so far. just because something's in the books doesn't mean theyll just talk about it openly, its still a show spoiler. which means outside of the show (in interviews etc) it's only going to be acknowledged as a "thing that happens in the books", yknow? just like book characters that havent appeared yet, the way theyll be portrayed in the show isnt discussed. kinda why i think they got king of spoilers eric bogosian to drop the "budding romance" line in those sdcc videos from a while back because to me... that technically is a show spoiler lmao

[cweeming]

act three.

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it took you a while to get used to being in his lap. well, that just happened.

"a little heads-up would have been nice," you teased, and Patch couldn't help the smile that appeared on his face. more attention would have been nice.

"missy." he found himself responding back to your teasing, adding emphasis on the nickname he coined for you.

"you know, I find it quite funny how a grown man such as yourself would need stress relief before a show." you fixed him with a smirk, in the mood for playful banter. as were he - he would fully allow it. "what, afraid you're going to miss a thing or two there and be ridiculed~?"

you felt as he poked your belly button, a particular sensitive spot on your body. it's not like he knew. with a blush, your expression turned sheepish, quickly swatting at his hand.

"is that not why I'm here, no?" he watched you with his one eye as you brushed yourself off, giving you the moment to compose properly. "with the proper practice, followed by the proper audience, comes confidence."

he was totally talking about you.

after you've had your moment, you decided to get straight into business. "so, the sypnosis of the show goes like this: it's a short love story that's set in a park during an early spring evening. Lena and Elliot - you and I - are strangers who meet by chance. and as we talk, a connection begins to form, exploring the ideas of love and serendipity." you picked up the new script Patch had gotten for you, studying it as you held it up to your face. this is something he could go through with. "now, is there any particular part you want to go over?"

as the two of you rehearsed, you couldn't help but find yourself becoming... attached to the man. and not in the basic, "I'm having feelings for this person" kind of way. it were a primal instinct. like if you didn't fuck him right then and there, you would die. unbeknownst to you, he could sense it.

and it would only escalate further during one particular scene. you acted your part as Lena, setting your script down as you looked at Patch curiously. "do you believe in love?"

he didn't need to look at his script, but he needed to use it as a distraction for what he were about to do. in character as Elliot, he lazily brang his script into the air, allowing his hand to fall from your hip... to your bottom.

"love?" he released a small laugh. "that's a big question for... a park bench."

the sound of a moan filled his ears as his hand slipped into your panties, groping the firm flesh of your asscheek. unsatisfied, he would repeat the action, resulting in yet another sound (albeit small).

"w-what are you doing?" your body pressed against his own, hands gripping his shoulders. you refused to give him the satisfaction of how you were feeling, simply blushing. "this isn't part of the script."

"your next line would be, I'm not askin' you for a philosophical dissertation." dropping the script from his hands, a hint of lust were prominent in his eye as he looked up at you. "or am I wrong?"

your mouth opened slightly in shock, unable to believe what you were hearing. okay. wow. he were really going there.

"this isn't really appropriate." you suddenly became shy, stroking a strand of your hair. "what if we get caught? what if someone walks in during the middle of what we're doing?" you aren't sure if you're ready for anything either, since you're a virgin.

he simply played with your panty, tugging at it and feeling the fabric. "let them."

let them, you repeated to yourself internally. what a strange man. the last thing you expected when being told you'd have a backup partner was to be fancied. damn, did it feel good. the only problem being, you couldn't let it clash with the show. "are you sure we should be doing this? we're merely strangers..."

with his empty hand, he gripped your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, slightly tilting your chin up.

"I don't see why not."

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the next few minutes were spent in silence. Patch had his hands on your hips, guiding you as you grinded against his lap. the pleasure etched on your face was unmistakable, and although it took you every ounce not to react, he could sense just how much you were enjoying it. his glare was rather intense, his brow pulled into a furrow while a frown were on his face. all you could think about were whether or not he were interested in this as much as you were.

"... I think we got off on the wrong foot." you panted softly, continuing to grind against his lap. your hands slowly found themselves against his neck. "the name's Kiara Smith. I'm an artisan here within Madripoor. theatre is what I call home. people usually say I'm a big star, but I only see myself as the lead role."

he would simply respond with, "I know." you watched as he pulled out a cigar, carefree, before lighting the foot on fire. to say you were offended were an overstatement. the last thing you wanted to deal with was a stalker.

"excuse me?" you stammered over your words, trying to find the right thing to say. "I don't suppose you to be a stalker."

"close." he huffed his cigar, before removing it from his mouth and withdrawing smoke. "I'm a fan."

hearing this revelation put you into a dumbfounded state. the entire time, you've been thinking this guy was just some random who wanted a piece of you. when in reality...

"... that just makes the sex even better." you spoke before you thought. realizing this, you quickly covered your mouth with both hands, a blush coloring your cheeks. "too soon?"

he shook his head, a light smirk drawn on his face. "'course not."

he grabbed your hand from his neck, moving it so your arm were over his shoulder. you did the same with your other hand, wrapping both arms around his neck. you didn't realize how close you'd be until you were nose-to-nose with him. of course, you couldn't help but make a fuss out of this.

"your cigar stinks," you growled lightly, annoyance etched onto your face. he snickered, pulling the cigar out of his mouth and blowing smoke into your face to mock you.

"deal with it, missy." he set the cigar aside, before wrapping his arms around your ass. he made his efforts very clear - he wanted you to make the first move.

he nudged your ass a few times, bringing you closer to his face. his beard lightly grazed against your face, your lips brushing up against his own. not very lady-like, you thought, but you also had no say in choice.

after a moment, you pressed your lips to his, kissing him - in return, he kissed you.

sadly, it didn't last long. the cigar-after taste dripping from his breath got to you, making you sputter and cough. Patch watched with amusement as you backed away, letting you have your moment. he wouldn't let you off the hook, though.

"terrible," he teased, a smug smile on his face. you growled in response, holding back from telling him to stfu. if it weren't for him and his smoking. "I oughta show you how it's properly done."

with that, he slowly leaned in, wanting to prove the point of being a better kisser. you just couldn't help but mess with him. noticing the eyepatch on his right eye, you extended you hand toward it, wanting to see what were under it.

not until he caught you.

as if it were a sixth sense. his left eye side-eyed your hand in a matter of seconds. acting on instinct, he grunted, quickly grabbing ahold of your wrist.

"hands off the patch, love." he held your gaze, his claws semi-extracted. seemed as though the eyepatch meant business.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

the two of you made out. pretty good kisser he were, you thought to yourself. only problem were, you seemed rather shy on french kissing him... you moaned softly at the feel of his tongue against yours, pulling away. but, he held your head in place with two hands, tongue delving past yours. desperate to maintain control.

"a-ah~..." after a good while, he released you, a string of saliva connecting your tongues. you breathed rather heavily, a strong blush on your face.

Patch's hands found their way to your button through shirt, pulling it over your shoulders. "ain't you hot in these?" he asked, allowing the button through shirt to fall from your arms. "a crop top weren't good enough. tch. you've got on this red shirt, and a pair of blue shorts past your knees. I'd be dyin' of sweat."

"I thought I put on a pretty good outfit." you stated matter of factly, the button through shirt leaving your body and dropping to the floor. you watched as his hands made their way to your shorts, finger latching around a tab as he tugged you closer. "pretty hypocritical, coming from the man in a suit."

"ouch." a smug smile appeared on his face, enjoying the jab directed toward him. "you've got fire. I like it."

the next few minutes would be spent removing the clothes from your body. shorts? off they go. crop top? cute, but it wouldn't sit right with just your panties. they were next, leaving you in only your matching bra and panties.

the room suddenly grew cold. you shivered, crossing your arms over your chest. so much for wearing a summer outfit.

"you match?" Patch asked, eyeing the blue floral bra and panties covering your most sensitive spots. "uhuh," you answered. "like it?" he gave you the look. like it? of course he does. he's a man, for goodness sake. you blushed, feeling awkward under your gaze.

"... so." you shifted uncomfortably in his lap, fidgetting with your fingers. "what do we do now?" he looked to the side for a moment, his mind forming a thought. when one came, a lightbulb lit up, looking back up at you.

"bet I'm the one who could bring you over to a new high." his eye narrowed, a smirk splitting from one side of his face to the other. you knew full well what he meant. a familiar ache formed in your gut as you blushed, drawn in by what he had to offer.

[ditsycafe]

the devils temptation | k.s

pairings : kim sunoo x fem!reader

genre : suggestive

warnings : mafia boss’s daughter!au, detective!sunoo, mention of jake sim, drugs,

summary : Agent Kim Sunoo, a dedicated investigator, finally gets a break in his case against infamous mafia boss jake sim when his daughter, Y/N sim, is arrested at the scene of a drug trade. Confident that he can use her to bring down her father’s empire, Sunoo interrogates her—only to find himself caught in a dangerous game of seduction and deception.

word count : 541 (small scenario)

a/n : do not in any way plagiarise, translate my work to another language or claim my work as your own.

Kim Sunoo had seen his fair share of criminals—men who killed without blinking, women who ran scams that could bankrupt a nation. But nothing had prepared him for her.

Y/N Sim.

Daughter of Jake Sims, the most feared mafia boss in the city. The kind of man whose name sent shivers down the spines of politicians, police chiefs, and rival gangs alike. A man who had evaded justice for years, slipping through the cracks like smoke.

But today, his precious daughter was in Sunoo’s custody.

She sat across from him in the dimly lit interrogation room, her hands cuffed to the metal table, her long nails tapping rhythmically against the surface. She wasn’t panicked. She wasn’t angry. If anything, she looked amused.

“Agent Kim Sunoo,” she purred, her voice smooth as silk. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

Sunoo folded his arms, keeping his expression neutral. “That’s funny. You weren’t exactly on my radar.”

She smirked. “Well, you should have been. I’m very… persuasive.”

He ignored the way her voice sent a shiver down his spine. He had a job to do.

“We found you at the scene of the drug trade. You were there. You saw what happened. That makes you an accomplice.”

Y/N tilted her head, her dark eyes gleaming. “You say accomplice, I say innocent bystander.” She leaned forward, her chained wrists barely allowing her movement. “Do I look like I’d be handling drugs, Sunoo?

Sunoo forced himself to keep his gaze steady. She did look out of place in that world—dressed in an elegant black dress, her perfume expensive, her posture poised. But that made her even more dangerous. She wasn’t just Jake Sims’ daughter; she was his secret weapon.

“You were in the middle of a crime scene,” Sunoo stated. “I can hold you here for 48 hours while I dig through your past. And trust me, I will find something.”

Y/N exhaled dramatically. “So serious.” She leaned back, letting the tension simmer between them. Then, slowly, deliberately, she smiled.

“I can help you,” she murmured.

Sunoo frowned. “Help me?”

She nodded. “You want my father, don’t you? You want to put an end to his empire.” Her eyes flickered with something unreadable. “I can give you what you need.”

Sunoo studied her carefully. It was a tempting offer, but one he couldn’t trust. “Why would you betray your father?”

Y/N chuckled. “Who said anything about betrayal? I just don’t like being locked up.” She shifted in her seat, the movement drawing attention to the curve of her body. “And I think you don’t like seeing me here either.”

Sunoo clenched his jaw. He wasn’t stupid. He had seen criminals use seduction as a weapon before, but this—this was different. Y/N wasn’t just trying to get inside his head. She was already there.

“I could make this easy for both of us,” she whispered, her voice dripping with promise. “Let me go, and I’ll make sure you get what you want.”

Sunoo exhaled sharply. “And how do I know you won’t run straight back to your father?”

She smiled, slow and dangerous. “Because, Agent Kim, I like playing games. And you? You’re the most interesting piece on the board.”

For the first time in his career, Sunoo hesitated.

And Y/N Sim knew she had won.

all rights to this work belongs to me @ditsycafe.

[obvithe-bestsoph]

No. 43 | "Charming, you know how to make a girl blush." HF32

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prompt list (if you request a prompt, please request a player for it as well!) genre: best friend's cousin to lovers lmao word count: 2.7k (ish) warnings: swearing, mentions of pregnancy at the end.

When you were 16, your best friend, Amira, moved from your guy’s hometown of La Almozara, Zaragoza, as she was going to go and live with her aunt and uncle in Barcelona to do her Bachillerato because she preferred the options and schools there over the options in Zaragoza. 

But now, 18, and a free woman, you’ve got a fresh driver’s license and a best friend to see. 

You have also decided to move to the infamous Barcelona, studying at Universitat de Barcelona while having an internship at a nearby physiotherapist clinic. However, it’s still a few days until your new apartment will be ready, and you’re going to stay with Amira in the meantime while you wait.

You make the three-hour road trip from La Almozara to Barcelona and now, here you are, standing outside the door of the address Amira had given you. You ring the doorbell and hear footsteps and some cluttering, until the door finally opens, revealing your best friend. “Y/N!” she squeals, throwing her arms around you. “Hola, Ami!” you grin, hugging her back. 

After a short reunion on the front doorstep, she brings you inside. The house is big, and expensive looking. You glance around the entryway for a moment, pulling your suitcase behind you. “I can see why you moved here.” you laugh. “Definitely, it’s so nice, right?” Amira laughs back and leads you into the kitchen. Standing behind the large white marble countertop, making breakfast, is Amira’s aunt, María. Sitting across from her on the island, eating an apple is her uncle, Carlos. 

Amira introduced all of you to each other, and just as you were leaving to go upstairs to her room, the front door opened and closed once more, and in walks her cousin, Héctor.

Now a rather famous footballer, playing professionally for F.C. Barcelona, he’s still dressed in his training kit, having come straight from the stadium. He flashes that perfect smile of his at you, and speaks up in his smooth, accented voice. “Hola.” “Hola, how-” you reply, about to ask how he is when you’re cut off by Amira. “Héctor, wipe that stupid smile off your face and stop trying to flirt with my best friend.” he laughs and she rolls her eyes, taking your hand and continuing to lead you up the stairs. You and Héctor hold eye contact as you watch him over your shoulder as you’re dragged away, before looking away and shaking your head, as if trying to shake away the thought of him.

Once upstairs in her room, Amira shuts the door behind you and flops down on her bed. “Sorry about him, he’s actually such a flirt.”

Laughing, you sit down on the bed beside her, “It’s alright.” Amira tugs on your arm again so that you’re laying down next to her. “So what’s all the tea that I’ve missed?” “Tea? No, not really anything.” “Still no boyfriend?” she teases.

“Me? No way. You know I don’t do boyfriends.”

“Fine. Any new hookups then? Talking stages, even?”

“How many times do I need to tell you, Ami? I don’t need any boys.”

Amira rolls her eyes and laughs, shoving you playfully, “You’re so boring.” “Oh, am I now? How about you then señorita? Any new boys for you, hm?”

She glares at you for a moment before laughing slightly. “Okay fine, fair point, no new boys either. Well, not really…”

“Hold on, what do you mean, ‘not really?’” You ask with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m not talking to anyone, but I’ve discovered that I have the biggest crush on one of Héctor’s teammates.” You laugh, “Which one, they’re all, like, stupid hot.” “Lamine.” “Fair.” 

“I mean, have you seen those biceps?” she grins. “Not specifically, we can’t all be as pervy as you.” that remark earns you being hit with a pillow. “Cállate (shut up), he’s just really fine, vale (okay)?” “Okay, okay. So have you ever actually talked to him, or are you pulling the usual Amira move of just admiring from afar for years?”

“We follow each other on Instagram.” “Well that’s a start.”

“Mm.” she hums flatly. “What?” you ask, confused by her lack of enthusiasm.

“You like Héctor,” she states simply. 

You panic, thankfully she can’t see your face from the way you’re both lying face up. “Pffft, no. I already said, I don’t need a bo-” “Oh would you stop with that, it’s painfully obvious you like him.” Amira cuts you off. “Why don’t you just admit it?” she rolls over so she’s facing you. “I know he’s my cousin, but I don’t have a problem with it or anything.”

“You don’t?” “Why would I? His life, your life, not really my business… unless it’s me somehow helping you two get together.”

You sigh in defeat, “Fine. Maybe I like him a little bit.” Amira grins, “Liar.” “Okay, fine. Maybe I like him a lot then.” her grin turns smug. “Knew it.” “Shush.” “So what are you going to do about it?” “Nothing, you know the kind of guy he is. He’s a flirt, not a boyfriend.” “True, but that’s not to say the right girl couldn’t change his mindset.”

You laugh, “Don’t get my hopes up.”

“Whatever. But you should know that it’s now my own personal mission to get you two together.” she grins, poking your side.

Squirming away and laughing, you reply sarcastically, “Sure. Good luck with that.”

The conversation moves on and you guys chat the day away, until eventually heading to bed. 

The next morning, you wake up at 7 AM, Amira still snoring away peacefully next to you, you’ve always been an early riser and she’s always been able to sleep for hours, so long that occasionally you question whether or not she’s actually alive behind her eyelids.

Knowing very well she isn’t going to be awake for a while, you get up and head down to the kitchen for a glass of water. When you enter the kitchen, Héctor’s already sitting at the kitchen island, eating some eggs and a bowl of cereal while scrolling on his phone. You freeze and then turn around back towards the direction you came in, contemplating going back upstairs again, hiding there until he leaves for training, however, that thought process is interrupted by that smooth voice again.

“Buenos días, guapa.” you can practically hear the amused smirk in his voice. Begrudgingly, you surrender to your fate and turn back to face him, smiling. “Buenas días, Héctor.” 

“Sleep well? Amira’s always been a bit of a snorer.” 

“It was fine, gracias,” you say tightly, heading back into the kitchen to get the glass of water you originally came for. 

“I could make you a coffee if you want.” he offers. “No thanks, I don’t drink coffee.” “Why not?” You shrug, continuing with your water. “Makes me feel weird, I dunno. Just don’t like it.” “Huh, okay then, I guess,” he replies casually, but on his phone, he swipes out of TikTok and into his notes app. He goes into the note titled, ‘Things I know about Y/N.’

So far, his list consists of: - Her name is Y/N Y/L/N.

- She and Amira have been best friends since they were 8.

- She’s supposed to wear glasses but never does because she doesn’t like how they look.

- She supports Barça.

- She looks very pretty in brown and white.

- She’s studying sports physiotherapy at university, specialising in knees.

- She used to play football, and was good, but then got injured and had to stop playing.

- Won the 2022 U-17 Women’s World Cup with Spain.

And the most recent addition, 

- She doesn’t drink coffee because it ‘makes her feel weird.’

Héctor finishes typing and puts his phone down, watching as you drink from your glass, admiring the way you look in the mornings. You put your now empty cup in the dishwasher, before turning to leave the kitchen, but you turn back around when Héctor calls your name,

“Y/N?” “What?” “Um, I’m, er- I’m going into town later if you need a ride. We could go and see your new apartment?” he offers, looking almost… nervous, shy even.

“No, I’ve got my car. That’s all good.” you decline politely, a slightly confused look on your face as you give him another smile before continuing your way up the stairs. 

Weird. Why was he nervous about talking with you? After thinking about it for far too long, you decide that you were just imagining it.

Once back upstairs again, you slip into bed once more, Amira still dead to the world. You open your phone to scroll on TikTok for a while, and as if it could hear your thoughts, for some reason, your For You page has decided to start feeding you Héctor Fort edits. Great.

For the most part, you just scoff and scroll past them, aside from one random one (i’m imagining this one), that you decide to watch for no particular reason, and dios mío (my god). It’s almost embarrassing how many times you watched it. No.

‘I don’t do boyfriends, and even if I did, he doesn’t do girlfriends.’ you remind yourself firmly, closing the app and putting your phone down, needing a second to think after that.

Meanwhile, in his own room down the hall, Héctor’s on his phone, texting his best friend Marc Guiu. 

Héctor: Hermano, she’s actually so fine, I can’t.

Marc: Who? That friend of your cousin's?

Héctor: Yeah, Y/N.

Marc: And you haven’t asked her out yet, becauseee..?

Héctor: Because there’s no way she says yes.

Marc: Okay, fine, but what’s the harm in asking? You can’t predict her answer.

Héctor: Maybe… I’ll think about it. I just don’t wanna get rejected, yk?

Marc:Well, obviously. No one wants to get rejected. But getting rejected is better than saying nothing and wondering what could’ve been, or seeing her with another guy.

Héctor: Since when’d you get so wise? Calm down.

Marc: What can I say? Apparently London’s changed me. 

Héctor: Whatever 🙄 Anyway, I’m gonna go help my mamá. I’ll talk later, sí?

Marc: Vale, hermano. Have a good day. Text later. 👋🫂

Héctor: Adiós, hermano. 👋🫂

Héctor sighs and puts his phone down, staring at the wall for a moment before sitting up and heading down to the kitchen to help his mamá like he said, as she’s making her usual weekly batch of baking. 

Being an only child, and his father working during the day, growing up, Héctor spent the most amount of time with his mother, and he’s a total mamá’s boy. So as they make some cookie dough together, he asks her for advice. 

“Mamá, I think I like a girl. Different than how I usually like girls.” María raises an eyebrow, “Sí?”

Héctor nods, “Sí, she is very pretty and I like her personality. But I’m scared to ask her out. What would you do?” “Buy her flowers,” she says simply.

“Yeah, but I can’t just… *buy* her flowers,” he replies, frowning as if that was just obvious.

“Why not?” “Well, because, um…” Héctor then realises there isn’t really any good reason. “What kind of flowers do girls like then?” he sighs.

His mother just smiles, picking up the tray and sliding it into the oven. “Red roses. A handwritten letter with them wouldn’t do any harm either.”

He gives her a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before heading back up to his room. “Gracias, mamá.”

“Any time, mi hijo.” she smiles, hugging her much taller son back, patting him on the back and letting him go.

That night when you and Amira get back from your day at the beach, sitting on the pillow of the side of the bed you’ve been sleeping on the past few nights is a bouquet of long-stem red roses, an envelope sitting on top of them. You freeze when you see them before walking over to the bed and picking up the envelope. 

Amira is already going crazy, her face right next to yours as she leans over your shoulder trying to read the letter. But you laugh and hold it close to your chest, not allowing her to see.

“Let me read it first, and then depending on the contents, I’ll let you.”

Slightly annoyed, Amira agrees.

You carefully open the envelope and slide out the piece of paper from inside. 

Dear Y/N,

I’ve never really done this before, so I asked my mamá, and she said girls like flowers and handwritten letters, so I hope you like them too. I was going to get white roses, but then I saw the red, and they reminded me of your fiery soul, so I got them instead. 

As I say, I’ve never really done this before, the whole ‘romantic love confession’ thing, so sorry in advance if I do it wrong. 

I don’t know if you remember this, but we first met when we were 11, at Amira’s birthday party. Amira and all the other girls were playing with the new toys and things she had gotten, but you came and kicked around a football with me for basically an hour because I was the only boy there and had nothing to do. Amira got so mad with you. But I never really forgot that, it’s a shame you can’t play anymore, you were really good. Long story short, your little action back then has stuck in my brain, and ever since then, the memory floats back through my mind sometimes, and it always makes me smile. 

Especially these past few days, with you being here all the time, I’ve realised just how much I do feel for you. I know that on the outside, I’m flashy and flirty, but really I’m a little shy to tell you all this in person, and I figured a letter was better than a text. 

A date, for me, is kinda the end goal here, but I’d really even just take a follow back on Instagram. 

This feels like really fucking primary school, but:

WILL YOU GO ON A DATE WITH ME?

YES   🔲        NO   🔲

Please say yes,  - Héctor.

You put the letter down, shocked. You hadn’t been expecting that. Amira was already reading one your shoulder, despite your original protests.

“You know, I think he’s being serious. He’s not one for heartfelt shit like this, you clearly mean a lot to him. It’s not often he actually says ‘please’.” Amira speaks up once she finished reading.

“Yeah, actually. I think I will.” You say firmly, nodding. 

“You’d be a little stupid not to, honestly.”

You pick up a pen from Amira’s desk, ticking the ‘Yes’ box, and writing on the back. 

It’s funny you think I’d ever say no to that. DM me and we can plan our date? And yes, I do love the flowers, it's charming. You know how to make a girl blush.

Taking the letter with you, you slide the letter back under his door, knocking and then quickly ducking back into Amira’s room before he can catch you.

Héctor hears the knock on his door and immediately jumps up from where he has been on the bed, anxiously waiting until he got some sort of reply since he heard me and his cousin get home from the beach.

He sees the tick and reads the note, a smile growing on his face.

And now, here you are, 2 years later, sleeping peacefully in Héctor’s arms, his hand resting protectively over your small 3-month baby bump, calming the kicking baby girl inside so her mamá can continue sleeping. He admires your face as you turn your head to bury it further into his chest, taking comfort in his familiar smell and touch. 

A lot has happened since the day he left those roses for you on the pillow, but he only loves you more. 

He’s also glad he listened to Marc, and to this day, it’s the only thing Marc is allowed to say “I told you so.” about.

[james-potters-biggest-fan]

I wrote a little James angst bc I'm feeling shitty abt a bad biology test, so enjoy

James stares down at his phone, shame and embarrassment twisting inside him.

He swallowed back the tears that threatened to fall and cleared his throat. 

“Um, I’m gonna go to the bathroom, I’ll be back in a second.”

His friends all acknowledged him in some sort of way, either a hum or a nod, most of them entranced in the movie they were watching.

He stands up and walks to the bathroom of Barty and Evan’s apartment.

There's polaroids up in the bathroom of them and their friends throughout the years, it was usually very cute, but James felt too shitty to look at them and smile as he usually does.

He sits down on the toilet, burying his face in his hands and silently letting out sobs. 

He doesn’t get it. He’s a nice person, he always does his best and tries his hardest. 

Why can’t things go right for him ever? 

Why does everything have to go badly for him but not for the people who hurt him, or who hurt his friends. 

He’s not sure how long he’s been gone, but when he lifts his head he feels just as shitty, and his head aches.

He wants to go home.

He wants to lay in bed with Regulus and have him scratch his back and play with his hair and have him tell him that everything is going to be okay.

He hears a knock on the door, and he hums out in a questioning tone,

“It's me love, can I come in?”

“Mhm.”

The door gently opens and closes again and then Regulus is kneeling in front of him, gently grabbing his face and tilting his head down, 

“What happened sweetheart?” 

James shook his head, more tears slipping out of his eyes,

“It’s okay, everything’s okay, I’m not going to judge you, I just want to help.”

“I failed my biology test.” His voice is barely a whisper, barely coming out when he speaks.

“What?”

“I got my grade back. I got a 57, I failed.”

“Oh Jamie, I’m sorry.”

“I just don’t understand Regulus, I don’t get why I’m so stupid.” 

“You’re not stupid Jamie, you’re one of the smartest people I know, one biology test doesn’t define you and your worth.”

“But it’s not just one biology class, Reg, it’s the math class I had to drop last semester, it's that I’m always the dumb one in any given conversation. It’s not fair.”

“It’s not, love, I’m sorry. But just because you’re not great at math or science doesn’t mean you’re stupid, I read your psychology essays and I’ve seen how you interact with kids, your strong suits just aren’t focused on STEM subjects.” 

James nods.

“I want to go home.”

“Okay, we can go home, why don’t you go to the car and I’ll gather our things?”

“Okay, but… can you not tell them?”

“Of course not J, I’ll tell them you had a headache. Now go, I’ll be down in a minute.”

He nods and gets up, wiping his face again and walking out of the bathroom and straight to the door. 

When Regulus walks out after and starts to gather their shoes and jackets, Sirius speaks up,

“Is James okay?”

“He’s okay, he has a headache, he wanted to go home but he didn’t want to ask.”

The others nod in acceptance and tell him to tell James that they hope he feels better. 

And that night, Regulus does hold James close and scratch his back, and tell him that everythings okay.

[sturniololuvz]

Could you do a fix where Nate and the sturniolos sister have been going out for a while but haven’t put a label on anything and before Nate asks he talks to her brothers about it almost like asking their permission? It could go either way you want it either good or bad

okayy!!!

“Defining Us”

Sturniolos x nate/sister

Warnings : none

Nate had been sitting in the Sturniolos’ living room for a while, nervously bouncing his leg while pretending to watch whatever was playing on the TV. He wasn’t paying attention. His mind was too occupied with the conversation he was about to have.

Nick, Matt, and Chris were all in the room with him, joking around, completely oblivious to the fact that Nate’s stomach was in knots. He had been close with them for years—practically family at this point—but this talk felt different.

Finally, he took a deep breath and cleared his throat. “Hey, uh… can I talk to you guys about something?”

Chris, the first to notice Nate’s uneasiness, raised an eyebrow. “Dude, you good?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Nate reassured quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s just… about Y/N.”

At that, all three of them snapped to attention. Their sister had been hanging out with Nate for months now, and while they obviously noticed, no one had outright asked what was going on between them.

“What about her?” Nick asked, his tone neutral, but his protective instincts were definitely kicking in.

Nate hesitated. “We’ve been… I mean, I don’t know what to call it, but we’ve been together for a while now. And I really like her—a lot. I just haven’t put a label on it because I didn’t want to rush her or make things weird.”

Matt crossed his arms. “So, what are you trying to say?”

“I wanna make it official,” Nate admitted. “I want to be her boyfriend. But before I do, I wanted to talk to you guys first… you know, out of respect.”

The room was silent for a moment. Nate couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad thing.

Then Chris broke it. “So let me get this straight… You’ve been seeing our sister, but you’re just now asking us about it?”

“Okay, yeah, when you say it like that, it sounds bad,” Nate said quickly. “But I didn’t hide it. You guys knew we were close.”

Nick sighed, rubbing his face. “I mean, we figured something was going on, but… I don’t know, man. It’s just weird.”

Matt leaned forward. “Look, we trust you. If it were anyone else, we’d probably lose our minds, but it’s you. Just… don’t screw this up.”

Chris nodded. “Yeah, because if you hurt her, we’re not just your friends anymore. We’re her brothers first.”

Nate swallowed but nodded firmly. “I’d never hurt her. I swear.”

Nick studied him for a moment before finally sighing. “Alright. Go ask her out before she gets tired of waiting for you.”

A grin spread across Nate’s face as relief flooded through him. “Thanks, guys. Seriously.”

As he left the room, Chris shook his head. “I still don’t like it.”

“Yeah, but at least it’s Nate,” Matt said. “Could’ve been worse.”

Nick just smirked. “Still doesn’t mean we’re gonna make it easy on him.”

Little did Nate know, his biggest challenge wasn’t asking Y/N out—it was dealing with her brothers afterward.

[sunnynardelli]

It was never easy to tell when banter was just banter and when there was a little more weight to it. Sunny tried to never read too much into the words of others. She had embarrassed herself more times that she would have liked to admit by thinking people were into her (or worse hated). Unless they were explicitly clear, she would just laugh at it and roll her eyes. Even when they were, she did the same. “I never said it was true just that there are people who think it,” she said, shaking her head. There was definitely truth to that too. “Maybe the people who have had to deal with the real me should start a class action lawsuit against them for misrepresentation.” That’s was definitely an idea. It was definitely better that someone else have to pay it than herself. She wasn’t overly concerned about anyone actually pulling that though. They were more likely to try and come out of the woodwork and sue her for something relating to her business. They could try but she did have a lawyer dad. His focus might not have been bullshit lawsuits but he’d have figured something out or called on favors for friends. “Isn’t it better to be upfront about who you are so there aren’t any misconceptions?” she asked in return to his question. “I mean, maybe it would be better to wait a few times but honestly if they can’t handle the truth why are you even going to want to bother dragging it out. It’s better to run people off immediately.” And she was relatively good at that. That and knowing things about town. “There are. I mean, the trick is finding one’s that aren’t on private property. Trespassing is just the first thing in the quest for possible death.”

Sunny wasn’t a risk taker. Not even remotely. Growing up, she’d always been the kind of person who played it safe. She wasn’t likely to be caught dead jumping off a cliff. She’d tried a thing or two with limited chance of damage or chaos a time or two but she was much more content to keep her days downtown, running her bar or trying different foods. “That’s nearly an impossible feat though. I mean, trust me when I say, it is very rare for the dream to stack up,” she confessed. It was a bit like not meeting your idols, they were bound to disappoint you. She’d definitely put people on a pedestal only to have reality come crashing down on her later. “That is precisely it. I mean, I’m not sure what your after life would have in store for you but there is potential and at the end of the day, that people is enough to enter it with hope. I do have to warn you that she’s a bit of a screamer. Well, crier to be more precise but it comes out like a bit of wail – Maybe a partner in crime is what she needs to knock it out.” It made sense to her in her New Years Sleep Deprived brain. She nodded, willing to accept that neither of them actually wanted him to die. “I do a pretty good job of leaving things in random places on my own though honestly no one has to die to do that sort of things,” she told him. She listened to him talk, nodding as he talked about all the things he wanted to do with his son. She didn’t have any person experience in her life to relate to it but she could understand wanting to teach and encourage your kid to love and appreciate the things that were important to you. “Between your interests and his mom’s, he’s going either going to be the biggest hipster or completely rebel to the music and outdoors and become some sort of straight laced business man. It’ll be entertaining to watch.” You couldn’t really predict whether a person was going to run toward their genetic predispositions or against them. She snorted at the mention of booktok. “It’s okay. Men can be into spicy books too.”

Following and talking along the way was definitely the way to go. She felt a little warmer moving than she did standing around. Then again, moving from the beach and the breeze helped a little in that department as well. “It’s too late,” she said, “I’m afraid the image is already there and soon you will be known as the freezer fuck guy. You’ll be a legend. A questionable legend who people aren’t completely sure if they can trust but a legend never the less.” She did follow and wait, letting herself lounge against the wall while he got into warmer things. Her spiked hot chocolate was practically gone but it was okay since she’d soon have more. “You look less like an popsicle now,” she remarked taking in the sight of him. “And that will do. We don’t have far to go. Hopefully you can manage. I mean, we should start from the top with all the secrets.”

"All varieties of teasing are always on the table." A smirk tugging at his lips before laughing, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, tasting the saltiness of the water that still clung to his skin now. "Now who told you that you had an innocent appearance? Because they were lying, and you should get your money back." If there was one thing Ari could do, he could play the games too, she wanted to tease him, he could easily tease the blonde headed woman, at least she was being gracious enough to have talked to him so he wasn't standing on the beach completely alone, which had been the original plan. "Challenging and difficult, those are the two that you choose to start off with in telling someone about yourself? Brave, brave woman." Clicking his tongue, not sure if he was more impressed, amused, or fascinated by their conversation. "Believe you're supposed to save that information till you meet a person at least -- I don't know say the third time." Holding three of his fingers up as if driving the point really home. Though the blonde could do what she wanted, he just couldn't resist when she had offered up that information. "Mean there's the cliffs here, aren't there? Maybe it's not allowed to cliff jump from them, rocks below -- immediately crushes that rush, er -- figuratively and literally." Or maybe it was more turned into shredded human but there was no point in attempting to give more details to this story.

For Ari he was someone who was always up for an adventure, maybe you wouldn't actually find him cliff jumping but send him on a more difficult hike? Sign the man up. It was something he planned to do more of once the weather settled a bit more in Merrock and he could get outside, feel the crunch of his heavy boots back against the ground, it'd be that feeling of home for him. "That's all I could ever aim to be, a true gentleman, have to live up to someone's dreams." Ari quipped, tugging the towel tighter around his skin. "So you have one ghost lady, and you're willing to promote me. All I'm hearing is I'm winning at ghost life, and in the afterlife I'd at least have a friend, or maybe a ghost girlfriend, mean she's alone, I'm alone, haunting your for the rest of evermore might as well also make a partner out of it." It seemed like the only logical idea.

Giving a set nod, "You're not wrong, not something I want to think about anytime soon, actually happening. As much as haunting you until your last days probably would be far more amusing for me, than you. A person can only handle so many things going missing or ending up in random places before you know." Tapping the side of her temple indicating going a little crazy, but weren't they all in this world? "Definitely have a lot I want to teach him in this world so kind of have to stick around. Want him to learn to enjoy the outdoors, how to be kind and gentle with nature and animals." It was something he knew wouldn't happen for awhile, at least in the bigger sense there'd be years before he was taking him on adventures, but even in small ways he could make a change for the little boy. "Daddy Phantom sounds -- like you've been on booktok. Don't ask how I know about booktok either, you couldn't torture it out of me."

"I said that I'm freezing as fuck! Not that I fuck freezing -- wait, that -- no, definitely did not say that and I'm going to need you to make sure that you don't put out the image to anyone that I'm hanging around meat freezers. Are you trying to give the town of Merrock the idea I'm a serial killer? Not the vibe I'm trying to give, Sunny." As the blonde followed he rolled his eyes, "Apparently I'm far more exciting than you're giving me credit for, but I will take the liquor if you're offering now." Since this had all started over her playfully attempting to show off her spiked hot chocolate. Once inside it didn't take him long to dry off and change, emerging with his own hot drink, now far more suitable in a pair of jeans, his boots, and a simple button up. "Alright, I did make a pit stop for one of these, figure warm up and you show me the direction to this place you intend to take me to liquor me up and tap into all my secrets. Let's see how much game you have."

[subukunojess]

Crack or Angst Skully Theory But...

After seeing posts about the Twisted Wonderland event and some character details about Skully (btw it helps because for my Twist OC, I actually made it so that he came from a small village so everything is falling in place so far), I kind of came up with headcannons and some predictions.

I really feel that Skully not only embodies the Idia/Sebek side of things and he's a refreshing take from Event Antagonists that travels with the cast rather than acts against them, but he also, in the TNBC perspective, represents the fan community of Nightmare Before Christmas and Jack Skellington in general. From what tidbits we do see, it seems like Skully is the outcast and he wants to forget his school/life to hang out with the place and person he admires which I could totally see parallels with my Oogie Boogie twist character.

I also share the idea that Skully would be like Jack discovering Christmas Town and wanting to take over Halloween Town.

But wait... I just got a somewhat crack but also angsty theory: what if Skully being twisted from Jack is a ruse?

WHAT IF SKULLY SLOWLY GETS OBSESSED TO THE POINT WHERE HE BECOMES TWISTED OOGIE BOOGIE?

THINK ABOUT IT!