#i loved colouring this one aaa

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hi everyone can you please take a moment to look at this silly guy i made hes so great i love him so much thank you!!!!!!!!!!!

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Can’t put in words how much I love your art. For any fandom, but especially I love how your rhaenicent look like Emma and Olivia. The challengers one is AMAZING and I’m thankful you share your art to the world

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Dune 2 actually for reals good!?!? damnn

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lil sketch dump using limited colour palettes!!

and the sketch page-

[i2sunric]

I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE (s.jy)

pairing: rich boy!jake x reader (f)

summary: you knew jake was trouble as soon as he walked into the party, and despite that, the moment he proposed a deal to you, you sold your heart as you signed the contract.

warnings: making out, kissing, fake dating, bad relationship with parents, smut (pussy eating, fingering, masturbation), fighting, alcohol consumption, mentions of weed and drugs, jake is rich as hell, reader has a nasty personality, curse words, pet names (baby, ma chérie, love), lmk if more. PROOFREAD → READ PART 2

published: 10th May 2024

wc: 6.1k

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a/n: here it is the long awaited jake fic! i don’t really like how it turned out but i thought i already made you wait enough <//3 please LIKE & REBLOG to share! i’d really appreciate that 🎀🎀 also, let me know your thoughts, comment!

You stared at your own reflection in the full-length mirror, the dress you wore was riding a little too high, showing more skin than you usually did.

The fresh polished black nails matching with the inky colour of the dress, a few bracelets and nice earrings made the whole outfit even better.

“Girl, you look amazing.” Your best friend, Yunjin, commented as she wore a matching dress with yours, just in white.

“You look stunning as well.” You complimented her back, blowing her a kiss.

“So, what’s tonight’s plan?” She asked, putting some lipstick on. You sat down on her bed, stretching your limbs “Mh.. Find a nice guy to make out with?”

Yunjin hummed “Thought you were in a situationship with Heeseung?” She asked, mentioning the guy who hosted the party.

“I just needed someone to get us to a nice party.” You smirked cunningly, “You’re truly a bad bitch.”

You shrugged “You need to be smart to live in this world.”

Yunjin popped her lips and turned around, throwing the lipstick at you so you could apply it as well “Yeah, but be careful.”

You raised a brow “Of?”

“The games you play,” She stated, sitting beside you to put her heels on “They are going to backfire on you, someday.”

You just scowled at her, cause why on earth would the Y/N get hurt by a boy? That wasn’t going to happen.

“Jesus..” Yunjin’s eyes widened as she took in the house of the party. It was huge, probably bigger than both your houses combined, the amount of people inside was shocking, all drunken teenagers trying to take a break from the boring world.

“We don’t really belong in this side of the city.” Yunjin nudged your shoulder, “They’re all rich kids here.”

“So?” You entered the house, swaying your hips, already putting your charm to use “Nobody will know.” You winked at her.

The whole house was packed with people, some already drunk and stumbling around. You and Yunjin stayed together, knowing better than accepting drinks from strangers.

You went to the kitchen and stole one cup of punch, the bitter liquid burning your throat— Someone must’ve put more alcohol than it was supposed to.

A few drinks later, your ginger-headed friend was already starting to get out of her comfort zone and she dragged you to the dance floor.

You moved to the sound of the music, your eyes occasionally scanning the room to search for an attractive someone.

As you danced with Yunjin, your gaze fell on one particular guy leaning against the wall, his aura so attractive. He met your stare and didn’t even hide the way his eyes scanned your body, lingering a little longer on your curves.

There it was, your potential interest of the night.

Though, like you had learned with age, you needed to act as if you didn’t care to get boys to care enough. So, you just kept staying by Yunjin’s side, dancing with her and moving sensually, the alcohol in your system making you bolder than usual.

𓆩♡𓆪

You had noticed the way he was eyeing you, occasionally licking his lips or biting his bottom lip. His stare was hungry, so lustful— And you liked it. You enjoyed such attention, so you did your best to maintain them.

Occasionally swaying your hips a little too close to someone else, holding eye contact just to look away before he could. Needless to say, he was as shameless as you, giving you that stare that spoke volumes about how much he craved you.

So, you decided to give him one last, long stare as you smirked before detaching yourself from your best friend and walking upstairs to the bathroom.

You opened the door and loudly closed it behind your back.

Five, four, three— You miscalculated his eagerness because in just three seconds the door already opened behind you.

You saw his reflection from the mirror, his body towering over you, like a dark aura. You smirked “What are you doing, following a lady to the bathroom?”

His lips curved into a small, cunning smirk as well “Don’t act like you didn’t want me to.” His voice was so husky, a heavy australian accent lingering on his tongue, as sweet as honey.

You turned around, the small of your back resting on the countertop, near the faucet. You tilted your head, giving him a fake innocent smile “What’s your name?”

“Jake,” He then asked “What’s yours?”

“Y/N.” You answered. “Well, Y/N.” Jake nodded and stepped closer to you, slowly. He placed both his arms on each side of you. You could feel his warm breath hitting your face “Looks like I’ve got you all for myself.”

You chuckled, a dangerous one “Are you sure it ain’t the other way around?”

Jake raised a brow at your statement, a laugh escaping his lips. So joyful and intoxicating “Maybe it is.”

His finger started caressing your skin, barely touching it, just enough to leave you wanting more “What do you want from someone like me?” He asked, his dark eyes meeting yours “I’m a bad bet, Y/N.”

And lord, if you didn’t love the way your name rolled off his tongue, with the voice of an angel but devil intention.

“I’m not exactly good either.” You stated, your arms wrapping around his neck, your lips so close.

“No?” Jake raised a brow, his big hands settling on your waist, “No.” You stated and brought your lips on his.

He let out a surprised growl and kissed you back right away, so hungry and desperate, like he needed that to release some sort of built stress.

Jake lifted you up, your bare thighs landing on the cold porcelain sink, but you didn’t have time to hitch your breath since his tongue swirled inside your mouth, tasting all of you.

“I’ll ask again,” He murmured on your lips “What do you want from me?”

You caressed the back of his neck, your palm tracing over the little hair he had there. “What do you want from me?” You asked back.

He gently bit your bottom lip, letting a moan escape from you “Hear those pretty sounds.” He answered.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and moved against him, basically jumping him. He let out another deep groan, his lips claiming yours once more.

His whiskey-flavoured tongue licked your lips, one of his hands groping your breasts through the thin fabric of your dress— You had to admit he was rather skilled.

Jake knew where to touch and when to touch, he knew how to drive you insane, leaving your body burning in desire.

Your hands blindly went to undo his buttons, clumsily snatching his shirt open. You let your palms wander on his sculpted figure as his own fingers found your panties.

“Jake,” You breathed out, rocking your hips on his fingers “So eager.” He tsked, letting you grind his hand

But as soon as he was about to pull your underwear to the side, loud knocks were heard from outside.

“Open up!” A male voice said, sounding desperate.

“Fuck off!” You answered, frustratedly letting your head rest on the mirror at your back.

“I need to puke,” The guy outside knocked some more, harshly “Open the damn door.”

Jake cursed under his breath and let go of you, walking to the door before turning around again. He helped you down the counter and winked “Need to help a lady out.”

He then opened the door and the drunk guy threw himself in, reaching the wc. You didn’t want to witness whatever was going to come out of him so you quickly stepped outside.

“What a way to cockblock me.” Jake scoffed and you laughed, patting his shoulder “That’s a shame.”

You started to walk away when Jake hurried after you and took your hand “Where are you going?”

You frowned “Downstairs?” As if it was the most obvious answer.

“So, you’re going to act like I didn’t just stick my tongue in your mouth?” Jake scoffed

“I thought you just wanted a hook up?” You said, titling your head “And I ain’t going to have sex in some stranger’s bedroom, that’s nasty.”

Jake chuckled “But the bathroom is alright?” You shrugged “Better than dirty sheets.”

He then shook his head, the charming smile still on his lips “No, I don’t want just sex.” He pulled you closer by your head, brushing your hair to the side “I can settle with making out.”

You bit your bottom lip and fisted the collar of his shirt, “Bring it on.”

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A lot more kisses later, you and Jake sat on the grass of the backyard garden. The cold breeze hit your bare skin but even with your thin dress you weren’t bothered one bit, the alcohol in your system serving as a heater.

Your shoulders brushed against each other while you both sipped on two cans of beers— At which number you were, you weren't really sure.

“You go to a private school?” You asked as you were having a small chat with him. You two had been attached to the hip bone the whole night, getting to know the other.

You found out his family was originally from Australia, which explained the heavy accent— and that he was painfully rich.

“Yup,” He answered, popping the ‘p’ “With a uniform.” You grimaced “Don’t tell me you ever wear a blazer.”

The silence following your question made you widen your eyes “No fucking way.”

“Yes fucking way.” Jake chuckled, leaning back on his hands “It’s so ugly, I don’t look as attractive with that on.”

You laughed, “I’d like to see you.” Jake beamed back at you “Maybe one day.”

You got closer to him and whispered “Is your toilet paper made from fifty dollar bills?” At that, Jake let out a heartfelt laugh “I hope you’re not serious.”

“I’m joking.” You waved your hand, taking a sip from the can.

“What about you?” He beckoned at you, “You go to the public school? The one with the weird kids?”

“At least I don’t have blazers.” You gave him a sheepish smirk “And yes— When I go, it’s not like I attend it a lot.”

Faint music was heard from afar, but the only sound you could concentrate on was the giggle of the guy sitting next to you. His dishevelled state did little to hide the handsomeness of his face.

"You really don't give a single shit about the world?" Jake asked, shaking his head as if he could not believe you.

You just shrugged "Life's too short to give a shit." You took a sip from the can of beer "Besides, I'm still a teen only for." You counted mentally "Like, two years, why should I care about anything now? Better partying."

Jake laughed once again, perhaps the alcohol in his system making him feel better about the meeting he had to attend the next day— Shoot, he had completely forgotten about it.

The moonlight shone on your figure, making your skin seem brighter, your hair softer. Jake stared at you like you were a piece of art at a museum, to be worshipped.

His eyes fell on your small dress, a smirk spread on his face; despite knowing you for not over three hours, he felt a deep connection to you, like you could get him.

"Want to go on a date tomorrow?"

Your browns knitted "Wo, wo, wo." You said, placing your hand between the two of you, "Aren't you running a little?"

Jake licked his bottom lip, chuckling "Nothing serious, I just need you to fake being my girlfriend."

At such a statement, your brow raised "Why?" You asked and he stole the can from your hand, taking a sip as well.

You watched as he chugged down the liquid, his Adam apple in plain sight, making you feel a little light headed. He sighed and cleaned his mouth with his sleeve "You're reckless, a free spirit and you look like you smoke weed in your free time."

"Well damn, you got me." You joked, snatching the can from his hands, "You're everything my parents wouldn't like."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" You laughed and Jake got closer to your ear. "Oh darling, you bet it is."

You gulped, a shiver running through your spine "So, you just need me to meet you again tomorrow and be your fake girlfriend?" Jake nodded, "At least my acting classes won't go to waste."

Jake chuckled and nodded, caressing your thigh, his thumb brushing against your sensitive flesh "So... Will you help me anger my parents?"

You had no business accepting a drunken offer from the hot guy you made out with at a frat party, getting involved in his family matters and even fake dating him— But what could you do? You loved challenges.

"Deal."

Jake raised a brow “Really? You’d do that?” You just shrugged in response “Not like I have anything better to do.”

“That’s great,” Jake beamed, “And are you planning on going to school tomorrow?”

You raised a brow “Why?” Jake answered, “I’ll come pick you up.”

“You don’t even know what school I attend.” Jake smirked and stole your can again “Guess you’ll have to give me your number to text me the address and your schedules.”

You rolled your eyes “Just say it you want an excuse to fuck in the back of your car.”

“You don’t consider that nasty?” He raised a brow, recalling your previous comment, “Depends, if you can make me forget it with your skills.”

“Want to find out?”

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“You’re kidding.” Yunjin’s mouth fell agape as she took in the sight of the crimson sport car parked outside your school. You smirked knowingly as Jake waved his hand to you.

“I ain’t, baby.” You raised your brows to her, showing off. Yunjin patted your shoulder “I take back all the bad things I told you when you left me alone— I would’ve done it too.”

You laughed quietly, and was about to step further when your best friend stopped you, taking your hand. You turned around “What?”

“Are you sure you want to go?” She eyed Jake warily, scanning him, “Do you trust him?”

You let go of her hand and gave her a gentle smile “Weird, but I do.” You stated

“You were pretty drunk last night..” She trailed off “Not as much as you, I know what I did and I can tell you, he’s not dangerous.”

She looked at you a little reluctantly before nodding “Okay… Just be careful.”

You blew her a kiss and waved “Call ya later.” And then walked toward Jake. You laughed as you saw his uniform “Not the blazer.”

Jake opened his arms as if to show you his school uniform better “I promised to let you see it.”

You eyed him and then looked at the car, “What a show off.” Jake shrugged “What can I say? I wanted your friends to talk well about you.”

You rolled your eyes at his comments. Jake opened the car door and motioned you to enter it “After you.”

Jake followed right behind and got the car going, “You haven’t told me where we’re going since I need to meet your parents at dinner.”

“To buy a pretty dress for a pretty girl.” He answered, placing one hand on your thigh. The skirt you were wearing exposed your bare flesh — not as much as the day before — and the contact of his cold palm made you shiver.

“You don’t look that bad with the blazer.” You commented, settling yourself better inside the car. It was spacious, the seats were beige leather, and it felt as if the whole car had cost more than any expense you had made in your life.

“No?” He asked, the same sweet tone of the previous day returning, “No.” You stated.

“Why do I need a new dress?” You asked, “I think I have a few in my wardrobe.”

Jake chuckled “Oh, Y/N.” He shook his head, “The restaurant where we’ll have dinner is very… fancy,” He informed you, “And you’ll need a fancy dress.”

You crossed your arms on your chest “So, you just assumed I don’t own one?”

“Do you?” You answered, “No, but it’s rude that you just assumed I don’t have one just cause I’m not as rich as you.”

“That’s not what I meant.“ Jake sighed “I didn’t—“ He tried to explain but you had already looked out of the window, your mood ruined.

Silence fell in the car until Jake parked in the parking lot of the mall. You were about to exit it when you heard a ‘click’. You turned around and raised a brow “Why did you lock it?”

“So you’d listen,” His whole body was turned to face you “I did not assume a single shit, alright?”

You rolled your eyes, not wanting to hear him “Don’t bullshit me.”

“I’m not.” He stated, his stare so serious “I honestly don’t even care if you’re not rich, but I care the stares people will give you if you come wearing something normal.”

“I don’t care about them.” You frowned “Believe me, you will.” He seemed bothered by something. “They’re just… so mean, and I don’t want you to become their victim.”

You tilted your head to the side “But I need to piss them off.”

“My parents,” Jake said, “Not the people in the restaurant.”

You stayed silent a few seconds before nodding “Okay, I’ll let you buy it.”

Jake smirked, “Good girl.”

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You got inside a shop you had never even dared walk in front of, it smelled like a fairytale and all the assistants wore suits or elegant dresses. They all had the same forced smile and no matter how harsh a client was treating you— The assistant was always wrong.

You bit down your tongue to prevent yourself from commenting on one particular demanding lady who kept shouting at a poor guy who was obviously new and inexperienced and followed Jake into trying a few dresses on.

“Why is this so tight?” You commented, stepping out of the dressing room for what felt like the nth time.

“It’s supposed to be,” Jake said, glancing at you up and down, not even bothering to hide his hungry stare from the worker that was assisting you.

“But I can’t breathe.” You hissed, trying to move in that white dress “Maybe I should change the size?” The assistant suggested but Jake just dismissed him with his hand “No, try the other one.”

You rolled your eyes “Just another one, and then we’re going away.”

Jake raised a brow but then agreed “Fine…” He scanned the dressing room which was packed with so many dresses it looked like a princess’ wardrobe “Try the burgundy one.”

You let out a deep breath and went back into the cabin, fighting to get out of that tiny dress. You stood in your underwear, glancing at the burgundy dress that Jake suggested you wore.

It was fancy and elegant, sleeveless and short, but not too much. You had to admit it was the best one you’d seen so far, so you quickly changed into it.

“Here.” Jake said as he entered the dressing room, closing the curtain so no one could peek.

He helped you zip it up, maintaining eye contact with you from the reflection in the mirror. It felt like a dejavu of the previous night, his gaze so primal and dark.

He fixed your hair back and nodded “You look stunning, ma chérie.”

You widened your eyes at the nickname, Jake lowered to the height of your ear and whispered “Don’t you like it? We need to start acting as a couple if we want to be convincing.”

You turned around “I like it very much, baby.” You added the pet name with a smirk, making Jake chuckle.

His gaze fell on the curves of your body, the dress seeming as if it was perfectly made for you, “Damn Y/N.” He let out a deep groan “You are perfect.”

“Enough with the compliments or I might start to believe it.” Jake ran his fingers on each side of your waist. “You already do.”

You smirked, loving the way he already knew you well “Yeah, I already do.”

Suddenly, he pushed you so your back was pressed against the mirror, making you gasp. He put one hand in front of your mouth “Shh.” He demanded and you nodded.

Jake slowly sank to his knees, his palms grazing the bare flesh near your thighs. The contact made you shiver as you watched with knowing eyes what he was doing.

He slowly hooked the fabric of the dress up, so it rode just above your waistline “Jake..”

“Mh?” He hummed, his nose between your thighs as he smelled your sweet scent “What, love?”

You let out a shaky breath, “Is this some sort of pay back?” Jake chuckled quietly “You could say that.”

He hooked his fingers on the waistband of your panties and dropped them to your ankles, the air of the room hitting your bare core, making you hum.

“Can I taste you?” He asked and you nodded frantically, butterflies filling your stomach as the filthy thoughts of his following actions clouded your mind.

That eager consent was all it took him to lick a long stripe from your clit, tasting your juices. You gasped out and quickly placed a hand to muffle your sounds, not wanting the poor workers to hear the corrupted things you two had going on.

He gave kitten licks to your sensitive clit, teasing your wet folds with his free hand. Your own hand went to grasp his hair, pulling him closer to you, “Hurry.” You whined.

“Yes, ma’am.” He said before attaching his lips to your pussy, sucking on your clitorids. You let out quiet moans, still muffled by the hand you were biting, clearly some marks would appear later.

You pulled his hair and Jake stuck out his tongue, his doe eyes looking up at you. You took the hint and started grinding his tongue, the spongy texture sending waves of pleasure through your whole body.

“Oh yes,” He incited you, “Fuck my tongue, baby.” You gave up on trying to stay quiet and grasped his hair with your other hand as well, not like the filthy sounds coming from him eating you out could be blocked out.

Jake inserted two fingers inside of you, the sudden intrusion causing your body to jolt, if it wasn’t for his strong grip keeping you still you would’ve fallen over him.

Jake took one of your legs and hooked it over his shoulder, your whole pussy stretched all for him as he rubbed your sensitive bud with his tongue.

He started thrusting his digits, speeding his movements to match his tongue and damn, it felt heavenly.

“Jake—“ You gasped out, your moans loud enough for the whole shop to hear “Shh.” He shushed you, pinching your inner thigh.

You let out a soft whimper and chewed on your bottom lip to prevent yourself from moaning. Jake’s movements along with the pornographic scene unfolding in front of you was what took you to the edge, falling apart on his tongue with a loud gasp.

Your body quivered and Jake helped you riding out of your high. He detached his lips from your pussy, a string of saliva keeping them connected. Spit and your juices coated his chin as he got back on his feet, cleaning his face with the sleeve of his suit. “That was amazing.”

You smacked his shoulder lightly, still panting “You’re crazy— They heard us.”

Jake pulled you into a heated kiss, his dirty fingers wrapping around your throat, not adding any pressure, but enough to keep you still.

He rubbed his hard bulge on your stomach, needing to ease the aching feeling coming from it “Don’t act like you didn’t like it.”

You eyed him as he pulled away, your stare falling down to the evident hard on he had. You felt a little pitiful. “Let me help you.”

You were about to get on your knees when Jake stopped you, a warm smile on his face “No, don’t.”

You tilted your head in confusion “Why? You clearly need to fix it.”

Jake hummed “And I’ll do it in the bathroom, because if you want to help me, I wouldn't use your throat, baby.” His fingers traced the outline of your jaw “And I’m sure you don’t want it here.”

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As Jake helped you get ready and drove to the destination of the mission, you started to believe that was some kind of mockery.

The houses in your neighbourhood were half of the ones in Jake’s, all of them had at least one swimming pool and useless expensive cars.

You scoffed as you drove past them, making Jake smile. He put his hand on your thigh and caressed it “Let’s review what we said.”

You rolled your eyes “Act like a couple and make your parents believe it, just be me and use my sharp tongue to piss them off, possibly have sex later.”

Jake raised his brows in surprise “I didn’t know about the last point.”

You smiled proudly, “I just added it.” You took the hand he had on your thigh and slowly accompanied it higher, almost near your dangerous zone “Like it?”

“I’m driving, Y/N.” He scolded with the same deep voice he used to flirt. Damn, if it didn’t turn you on “And I ain’t doing anything.”

Jake placed his hand a little further “There won’t be any sex if we die in a car crash.” You crossed your arms on your chest “You’re so dramatic.”

He just let out a small chuckle and you two continued the drive in a comfortable silence. As soon as he reached the location, he killed the engine and got out of the car, reaching your side and opening the door for you “After you, ma chérie.”

You shook your head at his pet name and took his hand, walking out the door “These heels are killing my feet.” You complained, stumbling a little.

Jake wrapped one arm around your waist, supporting you. He leaned down to whisper in your ear “You look amazing.”

You shivered at his deep voice, his breath hitting your sensitive skin. “You look like someone I want to give head to.”

Jake let out another deep chuckle and you both made your way toward the fancy restaurant.

He stopped you before you could put foot in it, spinning you around so you were facing him. You tilted your head in a puzzled way, “What?”

He let out a small sigh “Promise me you won’t take anything they say by heart.” You stayed still for a moment before bursting out, laughing “Are you actually worried?”

Jake clicked his tongue “I’m serious Y/N. Whatever they say, don’t mind it.”

You just shrugged “I don’t even care what they say,” You wrapped your arms around his neck, mumbling on his lips “I’m here to help you, you don’t worry about me.”

His grip on your waist tightened, just a little “I just feel like I dragged you here… You were drunk when I asked and—“ Before he could even finish his sentence, you shushed him with your lips on his, licking his bottom lip.

Despite the sudden action, Jake kissed you back, one hand holding your scalp so he could deepen it.

However, you were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. You both pulled away and Jake widened his eyes “Father.”

You gulped down, noting the way his father didn’t even resemble him at all. Jake wasn't tall, but that man towered him by a lot. Jake’s features were soft, his eyes warm as a hot chocolate in winter— while his father’s were sharp, cold as ice.

He took hold of your hand, Mister Sim’s dark gaze falling onto your intertwined hands. “You’re late.” He just stated, monotone.

“Traffic.” Jake answered back in a voice you’ve never heard before— uncomfortable even.

“Seems like you were busy with something else.” His father’s gaze fell onto you, probably trying to intimidate you. You just raised a challenging brow in response.

“Your mother and I have been waiting for you. Hurry.” Mister Sim turned around and walked ahead of you. Before following him, you squeezed Jake’s hand and gave him a warm smile “Mission start.”

The whole restaurant screamed rich, with all those big chandeliers, candles and even a piano in the middle of the room, where a pianist was playing some classical music you had never even heard before.

As you arrived at the designed table, Mister Sim sat down beside his wife. Your eyes fell on the petite woman, looking like the copy-paste of her son.

“Mother.” Jake greeted, bowing slightly out of respect. You did the same, flashing a fake smile “Pleasure to meet you.” Miss Sim just nodded, beckoning you to sit down.

After ordering some food, Jake’s parents started questioning him while your gaze went to the table, noticing the amount of forks on it.

“Useless.” You commented a little too loud, because his father asked “Pardon?”

You raised your gaze to meet his “What do you need so many forks for? Just use one.” You raised one from the table, making him see

Jake chokes down a laugh, earning a warning stare from his mother “You’ve never been to a fancy restaurant, dear?”

You just shrugged, placing the fork down “Not my go to. I prefer some nice burgers, cheaper.”

Jake’s mother made a shocked, almost offended expression “You’ll get fat if you eat such rubbish.”

“So? Fat but happy.” You commented, patting at your stomach. Miss Sim eyed you as if you had just personally offended her.

Fortunately, the waiter interrupted you as he served the plates. In front of you there was a steak (something you couldn’t usually afford), but that same steak was the size of a nut. Literally, it was so tiny.

Jake noticed your expression and leaned down to whisper “We’ll buy a burger later.” You smiled and whispered back “I’d rather you eating me.”

“Whispering at the table is rude.” His mother commented, cutting a small piece of the already small steak.

“What was your name again, dear?” You mentally prepared yourself to be as rude as possible and answered “Y/N.”

“Right, Y/N.” Miss Sim nodded as if she had known your name before, which you knew she hadn’t “How old are you?”

“Just turned eighteen, Ma’am.” You said, placing down the fork “Oh, so you’re the same age as my son.” She flashed you a fake smile, looking like one of those dogs that seem so sweet but bite as soon as you try to pet them.

“I’ve always told Jake to date older girls, you know, they’re… wiser.” You raised a brow “So, you’re saying I’m dumb just because I ain’t older than him?”

Jake’s mother widened her eyes, “Not at all.” You gave her a fake smile “I was just joking.”

She laughed as well. “Of course, you have such a playful personality.”

“Too playful.” Mister Sim commented, clearing his throat “And where do you live? Your parents, what do they do for a living?”

You replied with your neighbourhood and your parents' jobs, earning some concerning stares from the two adults at the table, who were as mature as a two-year-old.

“We will have to start thinking about marriage, Jake will inherit our company.” Jake sighed, “Mother..” Miss Sim started, cleaning the corner of her mouth with the tissue “Do you want to get married? And kids?”

His father then added “Are you two sexually active?”

At such words, Jake fisted his hand under the table. You noticed and put one of your hands on his.

“Why—“ Before he could say something, you talked over “What does that even matter?” You asked, raising a brow.

“That’s my life, if I wanted to get married or have kids, that’s my choice to make. And that counts for Jake as well.” You frowned. Jake took your hand in his and squeezed it to give you support.

“You are two stereotyped jerks, and I’m being nice.” You earned a scoff from Mister Sim “How dare—“

“No, I’m the one talking now.” You snapped, “I’ve been sitting here for one hour, hearing all your bullshit. You rich people disgust me.”

You got up, receiving all the attention of the people in the restaurant, “You’re so stereotyped, you only care about money, get a fucking grip.”

Mister Sim’s eyes widened at your sudden outburst “Don’t you use such ugly words.”

“I do what I want, and I say this dinner is done.” You turned around, but Jake stayed put.

“You choose her?” Miss Sim asked with her best victim voice, ready to guilt trip her own son.

Jake had stayed silent the whole time, watching the scene unfold in front of his eyes. He gulped down, slowly raising his eyes to meet his parents’ “I don’t choose anyone, mother, because I am not ungrateful to turn my back to you.” He said, a sparkle of pride in your chest, “I agree with all she said, though.”

Jake smirked, “Yes, I’m a disgrace, but I don’t give a single shit about it.”

Said that, he took your hand again and dragged you outside.

As soon as you were out, you both stared at each other before bursting into a big and heartfelt laugh “Did I overdo it?” You asked and Jake shook his head “You did a great job.”

He drove you to your neighbourhood, the difference between the place you had just been and the restaurants in your side of the town was huge. It almost made you feel a shame, but then again why would you even need to be? That was your life and you loved it.

After having some burgers to your favourite street food place, making Jake taste your most treasured guilty pleasure, he parked the car in a nearby parking and helped you get out, holding your heels in his hand since you took them off, being too uncomfortable for your used-to-converse feet.

He walked you until your house, stopping as you reached its front. “I should go inside.”

Jake nodded and handed you the heels, “Seriously Y/N. Thank you so much.” He said sincerely, “I don’t even know why you agreed to this, but you said all the things I was too afraid to say.”

He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, then caressing your cheek with his thumb “And you keep this dress. Maybe you’ll need it someday.”

“It costs more than my house.” You commented, making Jake chuckle “But it looks great on you.”

“So… no crazy sex in the car?” You asked and he shook his head “Isn’t that nasty?” He teased you.

“Hey,” You said, faking being offended. “Said the one who wears a blazer to school.”

“Oh.” He raised his hands in surrender. “You win.”

Jake took a hold of your waist and dragged you toward him, pressing his lips onto yours. The kiss was slow, much deeper than a normal goodbye one. It held so many emotions and care, you almost melted right there.

He then pulled away, licking his lips as if to take all the taste of you “Get inside, it’s getting cold.”

You looked up at him, your eyes sparkling “I’ll see you again?”

“Of course, ma chérie.” He smiled, kissing the corner of your lip “I still have to show you my bed skills.”

You chuckled and pushed his chest playfully “I’m much better than you.”

“Can’t know until you show me.” He winked and watched as you headed inside, his smile never leaving his face.

And neither did yours leave, for once you felt the happiest girl in the world, kicking your feet under the blanket and dreaming of the sensation his kisses brought you.

However, you should’ve listened to Yunjin’s warning about you getting yourself hurt in the end, because the next Saturday, when your eyes met Jake’s again at Heeseung’s new party and you smiled ever so sweetly at him— his stare diverted, smiling at another pretty girl, too pretty for your own likings.

And that was where you realised your heart was the shattered one.

[todayimfour]

AGERE SOOS!!

BECAUSE I CANT HANDLE HOW YALL HAVE IGNORED MY BOY

And headcannons because mwah I love you 💕

I feel like he'd just describe his regression as "having some kid time"

Okay so no set age range, he's just a kid! Sometimes he's younger than others but he's fairly self sufficient.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't want to be babied!! And his regression is absolutely triggered (positively) by important people doting on him.

Grandma made cookies? "Sweet!! Thanks granny :)" Stan nodded approvingly at a repair he did? An almost silent "yuss"

He absolutely made a copy of Stan's hat out of paper and got really sad when the marker he used made the paper wet and thin so it didn't stay up right, but then he got the idea to use red construction paper and oh yeah it's coming together now!!

He's got one of those pens with a bunch of colours and uses it to doodle little ninja dudes on sticky notes, they're all cutting fruit and he leaves the sticky notes everywhere.

Also it's fun to take apart and put back together as a fidget.

"hey dudes I found this pen with like- nine different colors. I could draw so many fruit ninjas with this- like apples or strawberries or.. hey I need to look up more fruits!"

His regression isn't very noticeable if that makes sense? Like he's just so openly regressed like half the time that no one bats an eye when he does something childish because 'thats just how Soos is'

He's got a favorite cup and it's an off brand snack cup that has the spot for your snacks built into the lid. Stan bought a bunch for the store with the mystery shack logo and one had a defect so he let Soos keep it

He uses it basically every day, all the time, everywhere. "It's just so convenient!!"

Throughout the series (or I guess as summer progresses) Stan gets closer with Soos and I think this plays into Soos's regression in a positive way. Stan doesn't exactly become his caregiver but he watches for Soos, makes sure he's doing okay and draws with him from time to time.

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The board was made using PicsArt! None of the art was mine it was all found on the app!

Side note, for anyone curious, I'm still not really back from my hiatus. I'm trying to front more, I really am. Dennys is still the host for now- I was just supposed to front for a little bit and then I saw that Gravity Falls was kicking again on Tumblr so I had to make this. Have a great day/night!! -Ghostly

Tags!!! Aaa!! I have a taglist now I guess :D

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[honeydazai]

Hello, I don't know if applications are open but I saw your post about the event and wanted to know if you can write to Fyodor at the point: "i brought you flowers." "for what?" "there has to be a reason?" Plis 😣😖

Fyodor + "I bought you flowers."

milestone drabble event! 🪻

It has been a few weeks ever since you've started dating Fyodor, and you still haven't gotten used to the way he spoils you.

The shoes on your feet, delicate heels that somehow manage to be comfortable while also being stunning, are gifts of his; so is the dress that's clinging to your body, the fabric pure silk.

A personal driver of his makes sure you get to every date with him safely and comfortably, the car luxurious, the chauffeur respectful and polite. To be honest, the treatment has you feeling like nothing short of royalty, causing you to giggle to yourself ever so often, giddy.

While you still don't know what exactly it is he does for work, the question usually evaded with suave words and a silver tongue until he has redirected the conversation to a different topic entirely, he certainly seems to have enough money to spend it freely, albeit certainly not carelessly.

Now, as you're sat next to him inside one of the usual cars, sleek black, your eyes fall onto a bouquet so large it brushes against your arm even while still held by him, yet somehow managing not to be obnoxious, colours white and a pale lilac. Still, you're perplexed by the sight of it.

“Fyodor—, what's this?”

His smile is gentle, albeit he now raises an eyebrow in mild amusement. “Those are flowers, dear. Your favourite ones, as far as I'm aware.”

“No, I know that. They are my favourites; I'm just asking why you're gifting me flowers.” As far as you're aware, this is little more than the usual date between the two of you; there's no special occasion, or so you hope — if there was, that would mean you'd have forgotten about it.

“Does there have to be a reason?” Fyodor tilts his head to the side, black bangs moving like shadows. “I merely thought you'd like them. Don't you?”

“I do”, you hurry to say, gaze falling down onto the bouquet again. It's objectively stunning, but the idea of Fyodor going out of his way to make you gifts without even needing an occasion to do so is what truly makes your heart soar. “I really do. Thank you.”

“Of course, dear.”

It takes a few moments until you notice that, despite your conversation just now, he looks oddly expectant, purple eyes occasionally flickering over to you. More seconds pass before you realise just what he might be waiting for.

With a smile gracing your features — something about him being this patient yet eager is frankly adorable —, you lean forward, lips soon pressing against his cheek. The action leaves a faint glittering stain on pale skin, your lip gloss showing. “Thank you, Fyodor. I love them.”

If you had to describe his expression, a smug and content cat that has just been fed comes to mind.

“I'm glad.”

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[monamipencil]

asking svt if you can tie a bow on ‘it’ | 96 line

genre; nsfw, cockette, mdni <3 | a/n; need wonwoo to head lock me. i love woozi and anyone who doesn't is weird. lola in her woozidan era <33 | check out 95z, 97z, maknaez!

— jun

congrats, you've managed to weird out the jun. he's weirded out by the idea, per se. not you though, he just finds you adorably weird. but he's down to the idea, infact he's more excited than you (it grew on him). bugging you about what kind of ribbon you're going, what colour, silk or satin, etc etc. you know that he's just curious but he keeps interrupting the mood, forcing you to do what you do. tying him up and gagging him. with the same ribbons that sat on his cock, prettily now. and he's fucking enjoying it. he's strong enough to tear apart the material, binding his hands to the bed post but he doesn't. instead, he whimpers and tremble as you use a vibrator on his tip :)

— soonyoung

so down for the idea. took some time processing when you asked him though. he even shaves completely cause you said you wanted pics as well. and he's trying so hard not to cum right away. your soft touches, and the feeling of the soft ribbon tied around his cock is way too much for his sensory system. but he accidentally worries you because he looks like he's being held hostage as you're taking the pics. he tries to relax, but the moment he does, you wrap your lips around his tip, clicking another pic. then, he breaks. cumming right on your face. hurriedly apologizes and dies a bit on the inside, but makes up for it by blowing your back out <3

— wonwoo

tries so hard to suppress his smile when you ask him. so damn proud of himself (and his buddy, down there). but he wants to tie ribbons on you as well, to which you agree. you drool at the sight of his pretty pink tip fading into the pale pink of the ribbon (you couldn't resist and tied one around his biceps as well). he rubs the tip on your lower lip, the salty precum coating your lips. but before things could go further, he makes you lay down on the bed. you watch as he ties the ribbon on your thighs and one surrounding both your breasts as well. he takes pics of you two. one with you on his lap, one with him teething the ribbon on your breasts and thighs, one with your pretty lips wrapped around his tip, one with his head between your thighs, and one with him head locking you (specifically under your request). saving them on a separate folder on his phone.

— woozi

he already agreed to you tying a bow on his biceps and his hair. he didn't mind it and found it low-key cute. but now you wanna tie one on his cock? stares at you for solid 5 seconds before breaking out into a blush. he gets so red, thinking about it. he's not excited about the idea. it's just, do you love him that much to want to tie a bow on his cock? (or are you just perverted? both.) agrees eventually, if you're happy, he's happy too. and you almost become obsessed with how the pretty red (“shit, this is red too”) bow looks on his hard, prettier cock. it takes everything in you to not just take him in your mouth and give him the best head possible. which you did actually. and you know this won't be the last time you tie a bow on his cock.

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[arminsumi]

Could you pls pls pls write a fluffy oneshot of gojo and his fav student? The colour hair dye and the ice cream oneshots have never left my mind 🤭😭

CALL ME SATORU

↳ GOJO さとる + fem!reader

An evening training session with Gojo and his favorite student, ending as a lavish dinner date.

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Note : aaa i hope u like this!! hehe so giddy to know my fics are in ur mind 🤭💗 thank u for enjoying them

Mentioned posts : hair dye fic / sweet tooth

Warnings : teacher/student relationship, romantic tension

Playme : heaven and back

🍒 More from Jay : Gojo works / Gojo fave works / JJK works / oct. reqs open

"Gojo-sensei, I'm tired. We've been practicing for two hours." he listened to you complain, and shook his head.

"Tired? Nah. On your feet, let's go through that motion again. C'mon, up up up — what, do I have to pick you up myself?"

His arms hooked around you and he pressed his chest flat to yours while hoisting you up. Few things get his heart racing, but teaching you martial arts? He may seem very composed, but his heart throbs each time he sees you acting clumsy and amateur.

You had such a long way to go, and he wanted to see these days through until you were just as good if not better than him. Even if it was impossible. He still wanted his favorite student to be considered the second-strongest, at least in hand-to-hand combat.

"Ow, my knee..." you mumbled half-heartedly.

"Don't be a weakling." he smiled cheekily, "Is my star student really too tired to continue? Is a bruised knee really gonna stop you?"

You pouted. "You're the one who bruised my knee..."

Look at that adorable pout. She's taking after me.

"Well, maybe you shoulda dodged it." he cheeked.

"Gojo-sensei, you push me too hard." you said.

"I know, I'm sorry." he smiled.

The two of you finally sat down for a break. Night had fallen, stars were up in the blackened sky. There must have been a cricket in the wood panel of the door Gojo leaned against, because he heard it very loudly in his ear. So he scooted away from the noise and moved closer to you, unaware of how the increased proximity made you buzz.

You and him shared a thoughtful silence. Then his voice penetrated deep and low, his tone serious.

"I push you so hard because I want you to become the strongest."

"Why?"

"Uh, haha... do you want me to answer that as Satoru or as your teacher?"

"...? Huh? Hm... um... I want both versions of your answer."

"Well... as your teacher... I want you to be able to fight for future generations and pass on your skills."

"And... as Satoru...?"

He hesitated, then slowly answered;

"So I don't have to be the strongest all by myself."

He looked at you with a sheepish smile.

"Selfish, huh?"

"It's okay to be selfish to an extent. I hardly ever see you doing anything for yourself."

The crickets continued making louder symphonies.

"Sato— ahm, Gojo-sensei. I will try my best to fill the role you want me to fill. I don't want you to feel alone."

"... I know it's an overwhelming role, I don't really have the right to push this on y—"

"—I will do it for you because I love you."

"What?"

"What?"

"Respect, I meant respect!" you backtracked.

"Hahaha, sure."

"..."

"... love you too." he winked.

"Shut up!"

"What, I can't tell my favorite student that I love her back?!" he teased.

"Th-that's inappropriate, haha."

"But you just told your teacher you love him. That was also inappropriate."

"I— yeah! Well!"

He stared at you for a long, long moment, absorbing the weight of your I love you that lingered in the air between you and him.

"Alright. Let's wrap up practice for the night."

"Really! God... I thought you were gonna make me do the whole thing again out of spite for saying something inappropriate."

He winked, "No, I'll reprimand you tomorrow for that. Come on. We're going out."

"We're going out...? Are you taking me out as your favorite student, or are you taking me out as me?"

He smirked. "Both... I think my favorite student deserves a good reward after practicing so hard today, but I also just... want to selfishly take you out on a date."

Gojo spoiled you on this night out. Really spoiled you. Bought you a dress, put on his best suit ditched his blindfold, took you to one of the most expensive restaurants that he knew of. Indulged in your company not as his student, but as someone he wanted to get to know... someone maybe he was interested in.

He leaned over the table to fluster you with teasingly close proximity, and straightened out his tie because he was sorely aware of how attractive his hands looked when he did that.

"Go on, don't be shy. Tell me about yourself."

"But you already know me."

"I don't know enough." he shook his head.

"Well... I'm lost... I don't know where to start." you chuckled, staring down at your cleared plate of dessert. It was rich and sweet, he said it was his favorite.

"Then I'll ask." he looked at you, and leaned over the table with one elbow, resting his chin on the back of his palm. "What's your love life looking like at the moment?"

You let out a laugh at this, which he half-expected.

"Well, I'm on a date with my teacher..." you said, jokingly.

He chuckled.

"Tell me." he then said seriously, "I want to know."

"Well... my love life is pretty... unsaturated...?"

"Unsaturated...?" he raised a brow. "What do you mean by that?"

"Dull. I mean it's dull. Any time I develop romantic feelings for someone... well they drain out just as quickly as they flood in." you admitted.

He looked at you contemplatively.

"Is that so..."

"Ahah, you seem surprised."

"I am. I thought you'd have a more glamorous love life, like me." he joked.

"Oh? I'm all ears, Gojo-sensei."

He looked at you deeply, "Call me Satoru." he murmured under his breath.

Your heart panged.

"... anyways, uh... haha. Yeah... my glamorous love life... I've been on two dates in my life including this one."

"Just two?!"

He nodded. "The first one doesn't really count, because I was fourteen and it was a boyish crush."

"... so... this one counts...?"

"Well, yes." he said, "Of course it does. This is not a boyish crush, after all..."

You and him stared at each other for a long, tender moment. Got lost in each other's worlds, which were contained in those irises. Suddenly understood each other's deep feelings, revealed by those dilated pupils.

Dilated...?

Yes his pupils always dilated for you, but you never noticed before with that strip of black having concealed his eyes.

"Gojo—?"

"—Just call me Satoru already." he overlapped his hand with yours, both resting midway on the table.

"Why?" you asked. "Why do you want me to call you that?"

He hesitated, wondering if you were asking that rhetorically. The restaurant was dim, the environment slow and luxurious, fancy, expensive... heavenly golden hue, casting over you and him.

"... because I want to hear you calling out my name."

© arminsumi

Do not plagiarize / repost / translate / copy layouts / etc.

Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.

[at4zxx]

Queen of ❤️s (angst)

Teen!BridgetHearts x reader.

( older Bridget x older reader?)

Genre: fluff-ish to angst💥

warning: readers death, before Red time travels. (Red is a little girl in this plot) , I DIDNT PROOF READ IT.

It’s badly written because I only had 2 hours of sleep :3

Summary: Bridget having a dream about her life as a teen once more. Wanting one more night with the reader, until waking up..

it felt the same. It looked the same.. it was her, it was you.

if this was a dream, I don’t ever want it to end. I want you to stay, stay with me.

Hand in hand, both Y/N and Bridget went back to Bridget’s dorm. A big smile on Bridget’s face as she pulls Y/N into the bed, hugging her tightly.

“You were gone forever!” Bridget whines jokingly, burying her face into the side of your shoulder.

All you could do was smile, pulling her close.

“Pinks, I was only gone for 2 hours, you know I had tourney.”

“I understand that, but why did you leave so soon? You should’ve said goodbye.”

“I was in a rush! Coach wanted me on the field ASAP. But Hey, you have me now. Is that better??”

Bridget thinks, yeah. It was better than you not being back at all. She nods.

“Yeah, it’s better than you not being back at all.”

Y/N sighs, kissing her on the forehead.

“I love you my dear.”

…

“I love you too darling, you won’t ever leave me, right?”

bringing Bridget’s hands up to your lips, gently pressing them against her palm.

“I promise.”

————

The sunlight shun down on Bridget’s eyes throw the windows. It was another reminder.. that you weren’t here anymore.

you were dead.

Why couldn’t you just stay alive a little bit longer.

if only she knew how sick you were.. maybe, just maybe..

you would still be here.

The door opens, it was one of the guards.

“good morning your majesty- duties awaits.” They hesitate. Obviously they were scared of the Queen of Hearts.

Bridget gives a firm nod, standing up with her red robe wrapped around her.

“Very well, I’ll see to it after I get ready.”

The guard nods, walking out of the room and closing the door shut behind them.

It felt like a blink of an eye and she was already in the corridor of the castle. Little Red following her, staying as quiet as a mouse.

As Bridget walked out to the backyard garden. She walked to a more private areas. Covered in beautiful colourful flowers. Despite the entire castle not allowed to have anything but the colour red.

“Mama, what does that say?” Red asks, gently tugging on her gown.

Bridget looked down at Red, before looking towards where she was looking.

the tombstone.

‘Y/N/N’

‘loving friend, sister, aunt, niece, and lover. You will forever be missed.’

“.. her name was Y/N, she was very close to your mother.” Bridget responds, grabbing the picture they took of you during senior photos. It was the only photo she had of you after all..

“She’s pretty mama” red mumbles, looking over at the picture.

She nods in agreement.

“Yeah.”

“She is.. isn’t she.”

“You would’ve loved her my dear, I know she would’ve loved you.”

IM GOING BACK TO YELLOWJACKETS?? BRO WHAT THE HECK-⬇️⬇️ (courtney eaton is so AAA)

[castorfell]

Girlymatsu-san!!

Aaa I had sm fun drawing this and couldn't wait to post it!! I love girls

Some design notes for nerds under the read more!

Osoko

Her overall shape is mostly inspired by her hair shape, so lots of curves and circles

She was the easiet design for me to recreate in my style and I love her for that

I wanted to give each Girlymatsu a lil detail that nods back to the original Matsus (since Karako and Ichiko have pretty obvious ones) so I figured a lil red pin badge would suit Osoko's business suit, plus it brings a lil more red into her overall design

Looking at it now, I feel like i should have made her heels red

Karako

Mostly rectangular with pointy edges, she's a sporty gal so I wanted her to look like she had a bit more muscle on her (at least compared to the others)

Probably the 2nd hardest design to recreate in my style! I wanted her to look more top heavy; wider shoulders and bigger bust. Ended up looking at Danny Phantom, Clone High and Total Drama Island for references

I changed her jeans and heels to sweatpants and sneakers. I just felt like they didn't suit the overall sillhoutte

She's the second tallest of the group

Choroko

Her overall shape is a mix of straight lines and circles

I didn't really know how to shove a Matsu into her design. I thought about maybe stickers on her luggage bag or a pine on her fan but those aren't really part of Her, yknow? In the end I just decided that the lil parts in her hair formed the letter M and left it at that

Ichiko

Fell in love with an emo girl

Obviously her long hair takes up most of her sillhoutte. Very Stocking Anarchy reminiscent

Her hair covers one eye now, it just felt appropriate. Plus iirc in the anime she has a lil quirk of pulling her hair behind her ear

She is a classy lady so I gave her pearl accessories

Joan of Arc lookin forehead

Jysuhiko

Big hair was the focus

I had the most fun recreating her in my style! She's just so fun

Her bracelets and earring are Matsu coloured!!

You can't really tell here but I picture her being the tallest of the group

Todoko

Imma be real, I don't like Todomatsu and most things related to him, so I kinda halfassed Todoko's design

The hardest one for me to recreate by virtue of me not wantinf to spend too long on her

She is mostly circles, because circles are cute and that's like her whole thing I guess

Her skirt has 6 ruffles, that was the only Matsu motif I could give her

Sorry Todo enjoyers

[jinkiezzsstuff]

AAA I really love your alastor movie night story! Any chance you can make a part 3 ? 🥺

Absolutely! so sorry i got to you late but i wasn’t ignoring just preparing! i hope you enjoy this one too, although it’s not movie centred this time, rather a continuation of the last!

Part [1] [2] (although technically it could be read as a stand alone)

Summary: Alastor wasn’t proud of his admission during the movie night, instead he decided to treat you to a surprise date, one where he can get a better feeling on what his emotions are.

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol drinking, Alastor who’s not pleased with romantic emotions, possibly ooc?, alastor mentions knowing french, homie manipulates the surroundings with his magic, no bodytype/hairtype/skin colour mentions, i think that’s it! lmk!

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Alastor wasn’t too familiar with the current feeling he was experiencing, but he knew it was related to romance. The way his heart thumped, and his mind always seemed to fall back to thought of you that night. You seemed to be highly interested in him, not only as a powerful overlord, but as his less interesting mortal self, and that made not only his ego kick start but his heart. After the stunt he pulled, telling you he loved you, and kissing you softly, he knew he was in trouble.

He thanked all the unholy that the next day you didn’t seem to spread the news like wildfire around the hotel, however he did speak to Rosie about such affairs, as she would be the one to know best. The trip was like any others he took to Rosie’s but this time he got plentiful advice concerning love, romance, dates and the other unsavoury aspects he mentioned he’d rather hear little of.

That brought him to tonight, in his room was a make up of land that was much like the foliage he had back in his home in New Orleans. Since you seemed very interested in his home life, he decided to set up a date around it, show you a little of what his home was like. It made him feel sickeningly domestic, preparing to show you something near and dear to his heart, like opening up his memories and displaying them just for you. He set up nice wood table for the two of you to eat at, with some of his favourite dishes set out, even the deserts he wasn’t a fan of he laid out just in case you wanted to try some.

Around his room sprung up some weeping willow trees, the wooden floor turned to dirt as well as grass, and the forest that was once there became a bayou, what you were so curious about during the movie. He decided to share some of his other past, voodoo artifacts he replicated from his past life, some old songs he was a big fan of, as well as one of his old dictionaries that had both French and English. Alastor made some other arrangements, his shadows were forced to play jazz, he magicked some fireflies to light up the false sky above, he essentially created an illusion of the woods near his home, aside from the bayou.

Closing the door to his bedroom he materialised his microphone tossing it up once before taking a confident stride. It was time to put on the southern charm he knew he could effortlessly woo you with. As he sauntered down the hall he began to get more nervous, after all that night was all about the movie, what if it wasn’t true what you had said?

He didn’t have time to dwell, lifting his hand he knocked rhythmically on your door, waiting patiently as you shuffled around. Opening the door, you were shocked to trail your eyes across the radio demon, you half expected to see Angel, as he’s been pestering you ever since he picked up on you eyeing Alastor more often. Fixing your posture you smiled at him, feeling a little self conscious that he caught you at a time you looked, well, not great. You were in leisure clothes, relaxed and had been laying in bed all day.

“How’re you Alastor, can I help ya?” You ask, quirking your head to the side. Alastor barged into your room pushing past you, perhaps when you first met him you’d be unsettled but you’ve come to love Alastor’s presence and the way he carried himself; even the tad bit annoying aspects like barging in uninvited. “Oh my dear I am just fantastical! And I was oh so hoping you’d join me for dinner tonight?” Your eyebrows raised as you shut the bedroom door, Alastor had been in your room before but he noted little upgrades like a record player, some photos of you and the group plastered against a mirror.

You looked down at your attire, and looked to the clock. “Uhm, like how soon is dinner? I look a mess Al.” You sighed softly not wanting to reject him but also immediately feeling pressure to be and look your best. Alastor flicked his wrist, tossing his head back in disbelief. “Please my dear don’t think of me so lowly.” Before you can respond to his random comment he snapped his fingers and suddenly you body felt hugged by new fabrics. Gazing down at yourself you were greeted by formal garments that were clearly from the late nineteen twenties.

Smiling softly at the gesture you looked up at Al who was already looking at you through lidded eyes, his hands clasped in front of him. “You look wonderful darling, truly.” Although still boisterous sounding, it was a lot more tame and meaningful than his prior theatrics. Alastor couldn’t deny the way he felt looking at you doused in clothes from his time, it made him feel something firey within him. Slowly he offered his hand to you, a charming smile upon his face. “Shall we dear?”

Now you both stood at Alastor’s bedroom door, he was tense and nervous about how you’d react. Regardless of how he presented himself with his suit and his pious demeanour, he was still that louisiana man who had a big heart for his home and the culture surrounding it and didn’t want judgement surrounding some of his favourite aspects about home like the cricket noises, swamp, and of course the food. It was a new and interesting worry since being in hell as he didn’t really worry about his past life since, but the night you two shared opened his eyes.

Finally pulling himself together Alastor pushed opened the bedroom door, stepping aside with a ‘ladies first’. It was gorgeous, the moment you walked it you were hypnotized. Obviously, Alastor grew up in the more outback of New Orleans since his entire aesthetic was mossy forests and obviously the deer hunting, however this was a beauty beyond compare. There was a mock up night sky above, firefly’s lit the way to a small table displayed with foods. There was tall and short grass all around, as well as willow trees that sagged low dusting the ground with their leaves. On the furthest side of the room, on the other side of the table, there was a bayou you could see as you walked in. On the mossy murky water there were lilipads with frogs croaking out, that paired with the crickets gave a soothing camp like ambiance.

Grinning widely, Alastor smiled, pulling your chair out for you to sit. Once seated he sat across from you, you were glad it wasn’t one of those long tables but something closer and personal, where you could still reach over and touch him. “I thought since you seemed to enjoy that movie so much, y’know, I can’t show you my home but i can show you parts of it.”

Your cheeks hurt from smiling so widely, you had no idea how he did it, and you took another sweep around the room soaking up all that you could see. “Alastor, this is amazing! I can’t express my gratitude and also excitement that you were willing to do all this.” You admit getting shyer as the sentence went on; the weight of the act dawning on you. Alastor hummed, eyes closed as well as his smile, and to you it seemed like his typical indifference he was keen on displaying, however the truth was Alastor had no clue how to properly respond to it. You had inadvertently pointed out the fact he went out of his way for you, with his magic on top of that, and that wasn’t something he was proud of.

Snapping his fingers, the shadows he’d forced into musicians began their strumming, and singing. You jumped a bit at the sound, although you did recognize the song being played, which surprised you. “So Al, can I ask what possessed you to pull this together?” Alastor, who was in the middle of serving the two of you some red wine, paused briefly, if you looked close enough at his smile and his eyes you’d be able to see the hesitancy behind them.

Closing the bottle he placed it back on the table, and took a sip, stalling his response. “My dear, we had quite the night together didn’t we? That movie opened up some interesting doors.” The non answer-answer Alastor gave you made you a tad bit nervous. Saying nothing you sipped your wine, and took in his appearance. Despite the date being a formal situation, he was dressed more relaxed, not by much this was Alastor. However he did have his suit jacket set aside, he wore a washed out looking red button up, with his red vest and he still had his tie on. It was quite the rare sight, you’ve barely seen him look normal, he’s always playing that character that’s immune to everything others aren’t; no matter if it were demons or humans.

Deciding that it was better to enjoy your time with him then pester about his intentions; you knew who Alastor was and the horrific things he could do, and you still chose to ignore it. It’s more fun that way. Digging into your food the two of you made small talk, mainly Alastor as he explained certain dishes and tid bits on his mothers version of the cooking, as well as certain voodoo topics and misconceptions. The longer the wine set in, the more you flirted, and although Alastor wasn’t as affected by the wine as you were, he still returned the gestures with a soft smile.

“I didn’t know you spoke french, what?” You leaned on the table resting the side of your head on your palm, the food that was once on the table gone. “Yes my dear! New Orleans is bilingual.” The deer laughed cheerily at the awe and wonder in your eyes, as if it was such a spectacular thing. “That’s pretty hot, y'know laddies n lads love the french language.” Taking another sip of your wine, Alastor followed in suit, sipping his wine smile relaxed. “I really only care for what you think.” With the deep hushed tone he said the sentence in, made heat crawl from your neck to the pit of your stomach. “Well I think it’s pretty hot.”

You bit your nail watching Alastor’s ears twitch at your words. “Such gamy words dear, couldn’t you express yourself through more appropriate terms?” Alastor chided playfully, wiggling his figure at you. You grinned, biting your lip with mischief in mind. Tapping your lip, you looked up, giving an exaggerated impression that you were in a contemplative state. Then, perking up, finger in the air with a ‘light bulb’ expression you sarcastically spoke. “My dearest Alastor, your ability to converse in French, seduces me. Better?”

Alastor hummed gently, shaking his head side to side. “I’m afraid that’s still rather forward of you dear.” After speaking Alastor tipped his glass finishing his wine. “I hope that wasn’t making you uncomfortable.” You say cautiously worried that he may be serious, embarrassed you leaned back in your seat distancing yourself just slightly. Alastor felt a ping of distaste hit him when you retracted your body, and he had to refrain himself from pulling or beckoning you back in. “Not at all, if i was you’d surely know.” The ominous grit he got when threatening people made an appearance, but didn’t last long before he relaxed. Deciding to push forward, he stood, ushering his shadows away from playing songs, he walked over to you offering his arm. “Would you like to see the bayou you were so enthralled with? The real deal?”

Alastor looked down at you through lidded eyes, his tone silken. As you looked up at him you could get a peek of his tail flicking back and forth methodically. Taking him by the arm you stood, and so he guided you away from the table as the room morphed with hazy black shadows into a different scene. The two of you now stood on a dock, looking out on the bayou, fireflies flickered by, crickets and cicadas made their ambient noises, the water would occasionally splash with a fish, it was beautiful. “So Al,” You start nervously, looking at the demon who still held you close via your interlocked arms.

Alastor hummed a static sounding hum looking down at you. “Uh, I, well remember what you said the night we split from the movie?” Alastor’s brow quirked, smirked down at you he strung out a yes that sounded teasing, of course he knew where this conversation was going, but at this point in the night he’d gotten more comfortable with the idea of it. “I was wondering, if you still meant it?” Alastor nodded slowly looking into the murky waters of the bayou, looking a little zoned out. “Yes, I do think so. I’m certain if you’d ask me to kill for you I would, if you needed my help I’d help, if you’d ask for my advice I’d give it. I'm not familiar with many aspects of love but I'm definitely fond enough of you to do a laundry list of things I wouldn't do for others.”

Alastor turned his body to you, gently willing your own to do the same with both his hands on your shoulders. With his head lifted high he looked down at you through his lashes, a coy smile appearing on his lips at the sight of your sudden bashfulness. With a soft hand, he lifted your chin to gaze at him. As much as he hated to admit it, there was something addictive in the way you made him feel and the way you were so responsive to him, be it his touch or his words. Oh he knew he liked you now, unfortunate state of events for him.

Watching your eyes blink up at him patiently made him solidify what he was going to do. Bending to your level, he looked into your eyes making sure you fully understood what he was planning on doing, briefly your eyes bounced around his face making sure you were reading him correctly and when you were certain your eyes fluttered he closed the window of space between you. Compared to the chaste kiss he gave you the night of the movie, this one could’ve been considered ravenous, he pulled you close almost immediately, wrapping his arms around your torso and neck. Your hands cautiously came up around his waist and up to his back pulling him nearer.

Alastor’s movements were slow and thought through, and when he pulled away from the passionate kiss, he immediately pulled you into a hug to hide the emotion he knew would be in his eyes. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to be that vulnerable yet, but in due time, perhaps he’d try.

[lovinglylibelle]

—𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐮𝐩 { pt. 3 }

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✧. GOJO SATORU

Okay we all know that he is a diva but actually he doesn't try to be. I know its shocking but somehow whatever he wears, he serves.

He knows he looks good and whats worse is that he knows how to make himself look even better. it just comes to him naturally.

firmly believes that the reason Megumi is able to dress well is because of his influence (he is so obsessed with himself istg)

Has a very very diverse style, wears whatever looks good on him.

Usually its a button up with trousers and a belt to accentuate his thin waist. Such a show off

Likes the color: white, beige, light purplish-blue, gray and black. Thinks they looks the most classy and decent out of all. i agree with him.

Also wears colours like olive green, dusty rose etc but very rarely.

Has a lot of sunglasses obviously, circle ones, oval ones and etc etc. Got them in various colors too, matches them according to his outfit or just wears his signature black round glasses.

WILL ALWAYS have the top two buttons undone showing his cleavage, and his sleeves rolled up to show his forearm muscles. Such a *****

Wears silver accessories cause they compliment his skin tone. Mainly wears a watch just for the vibes. sometimes wears rings too, says it brings attention to his humongous hands.

Sometimes wears normal shirts, when he is going for something more casual (its very rare because he LOVES to be overdressed for every occassion,)

He is very extra and even in simple outfits, he looks extra.

In winters, he wears coats, trench coats, normal coats whatever.

AND HIGHNECKS OMGGGGGGGG

OH AND, he actually quite likes wearing coats. Oversized coats with trousers and plain tees is something he loves but won't admit it cause he doesn't want to clash with NANAMI out of everyone in the world.

✧. GETO SUGURU

Resident Badboy™

Bro loves Black and only black, will not be caught dead with any other color in existence except for maybe charcoal or gray or a different shade of black.

Has a very weird sense of style honestly but manages to pull it off, pairs traditional outfits with western stuff somehow.

You know those bosozoku style of clothes that the toman gang wore, he has a lot of pants that look like that. Only the pants.

Wears button up shirts, black obviously along with that and other bottoms that he has.

He wears leather jackets. Again, a signature bad boy thing. He has a lot of different styles of those, some have multiple zippers, some have a lot of buckles, some are just plain and some have patches etc etc.

Has an emo typa vibe going, i mean he is sorta emo so

Would wear tattoo sleeves when he is wearing short sleeves or sleeveless things.

OMG WAIT, HE LOVESSSSSS to wear black tanktops.His muscles look so delicious in those and with that sexy manbun of his KTKSJTIDI AAA

Has a lot of puffer jackets and crew necks for winter.

OKAY SO HE ALSO WEARS THOSE LEATHER GLOVES that bikers wear. ones without the fingers. why the fuck do i keep making his hotter.

CHAINS. yes he wears a lotttttt of chains, some are religious totems, some are things that his daughters gave him. Dont be surprised if you find a cute little pink bow necklace hanging in the middle of silver chains lmao.

Wears those oversized cargos, yk the baggy jeans (nct). He also wears skinny jeans sometimes and somehow pulls them off. They are the bad type of skinny jeans,l thankfully.

Also has trousers for formal occassions or when he is taking his daughter out for dinner in restaurants.

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[sleepyhutcherson]

whiplash smile

where billy surprises you with a clean house, flowers, and a… meal.

pairing: billy (burn, 2019) x gn!reader

word count: 1.6k

contains: (request) smoking, established relationship, fluff, reader is having a rough week, billy tries to cook…

a/n: first time writing for billy <3 thank you for the request anon!! >ᴗ< ive been so obsessed with billy aaa. title inspired by billy idol’s album idk i feel like billy would listen to him lol.

You were having a tough week due to some family issues, Billy picked up the way your mood dropped and decided to do something nice for you while you were away for a few hours.

After dealing with your family for nearly three whole hours you return home completely exhausted, wanting nothing more but to be in your boyfriend's presence. You barely stick the key into the door when the door swings open, the man you so desperately craved standing on the other side.

“Hey, beautiful,” Billy greets with a grin, cigarette between his lips moving up and down at his muffled words. He opens the door enough for you to slip inside your shared home.

The house is clean which is a bit of a surprise. Before you left there was a mess: clothing pieces scattered in different areas of the house, several beer bottles and caps on the table along with other things. You weren’t usually untidy, you liked to keep the house well maintained but your issues with your family just brought you to a low.

“You cleaned the house?” You ask, taking off your coat and hanging it on the rack, slipping off your shoes next and setting them besides Billy’s boots. You were a little surprised honestly, Billy wasn’t the best at picking up, but you were impressed with his word and grateful for his effort.

“Yeah.” Billy replies, with a cocky look on his face. You can hear a familiar tune play softly in the background, you recognise it as one of Billy’s favourite songs. “What? No ‘thank you’? ‘You’re the best boyfriend ever’?” He asks, bringing your attention back to him.

You realise you haven’t said thank you now that he’s mentioned it. You move towards your boyfriend, who immediately puts his cigarette out knowing your next move, and cup his face, his hands moving to your hips to keep you close. “Thank you, you’re the best boyfriend ever.” You say through a smile, mocking his words.

Billy rolls his eyes playfully, pulling you closer to him. “Oh, is that how it is then?” He asks, cocking a brow, his hands travelling up to your waist. He loves to have your hands on his face, it’s oddly comforting to him. He leans down to kiss you, pressing his body up against yours. Your lips are familiar with each other, the kiss almost some kind of reflex.

For the first time ever he pulls away first. “I missed you,” he says, your noses brushing up. “Bad day?” He asks, his thumb stroking your sides where his hands still remain.

“Yeah,” you sigh, but you really don’t want to talk about it; you don’t even want to think about it either, right now you just need him. “But I don’t want to talk about it, is that okay?”

“Of course.” He kisses your lips again, a small pure kiss, your lips brushing against each other softly for a second. “Hey, stay here, I have something for you.” He makes his way towards the kitchen with a pace that tells you he’s clearly excited to show you whatever he has for you.

When he returns he has a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers in his hands, the colours bright, your eyes softening at the sight of Billy carrying them towards you. He was a complete softy on the inside despite how much he denied it.

���Oh, they’re beautiful!” You gush, taking them once he hands them to you, a soft smile plastered on his face, happy about your reaction. How was this the same man that blew up that gas station?

“Aren’t they? They reminded me of you.” You meet his pretty eyes, he never fails to win your heart, he always knows how to make you feel better.

You set the flowers aside and embrace the man in front of you. He was truly the best boyfriend—you weren’t mocking his words anymore. “Thank you,” you say, your face tucked into the crook of his neck, his stubble tickling you just a bit. You give him a peck on his neck before pulling away.

“Oh, that’s not it, sweetheart. I made you dinner.” He grins and your brows furrow—-Billy knew how to cook?!

Billy had never tried to cook before but he knew how to use the stove so he thought why not? How hard could it really be? He burnt himself several times but hey, the food he prepared was not burnt! That was surely a plus. Who knew if it was good, he didn’t taste it he hoped for your opinion first.

“You made dinner?” You question as Billy leads you to the kitchen where you see a pot on the stove that is definitely too small for the amount of spaghetti he made, the noodles and sauce overflowing, the pot and stove stained with the red sauce.

“I made spaghetti,” he says, his eyes searching for your reaction. “It’s not anything fancy… but I just wanted to make you something…” he mumbles coyly, feeling suddenly very needy for your approval. Actually, he always craved your approval and he partially hated that because he had never needed praise from anyone before but now he needs it from you at all times.

You smile enthusiastically. Sure the kitchen was a bit of a mess now but he very obviously tried his absolute best. He did this for you and that was enough to make you happy. “No, don’t worry, it’s perfect, baby.” You assure, looking up at him, meeting his worrying eyes. “Thank you, Billy. You really didn’t have to.”

He smiles, his worry suddenly cleared up once he heard your words. “Well, you deserve it.”

You kiss his cheek with a gentle smile. Thank fuck for wannabe cowboys like Billy, right? “Let’s eat then?”

Billy tells you to sit at the dining table insisting to serve you. You agree knowing Billy really wanted to do this for you and sit down at your small dining table. He pokes his head out of the kitchen then. “Do you want Coke or Pepsi? I wasn’t sure which you preferred while I was at the grocery store so I just bought you both.”

You blush at that and you feel sort of silly for doing so but it warmed your heart that Billy could be so thoughtful. “Pepsi is fine,” you say through a flustered smile. He nods, a cheeky smile on his face taking notice of the pink that tints your cheeks, before returning back to the kitchen.

He joins you at the table with two plates of spaghetti, a glass of Pepsi with ice and a bottle of beer for him. You notice when he sets the plate down how stiff the noodles look, like they haven’t been cooked long enough, but of course you don’t say anything.

Billy watches you, eager for you to eat his food. He spent time making this meal for you and he really hoped you liked it. He watches you pick up a bit of noodles with your fork, you stare at it for a moment, you smile at him and shove the forkful of noodles into your mouth.

It wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t great either but…it was the thought that counted, right? The noodles were a little hard, not cooked right, and you could tell Billy hadn’t put any seasoning in it but…it was his first time cooking and he seemed proud of his work.

Once you swallow his food, you smile effusively at him. “It’s delicious! You did really well for it being your first time.” Billy felt pretty good hearing your words but honestly he was a little surprised, had he managed to make something good without following a recipe?

He takes a bite himself expecting his food to be delicious, like you said and the moment the food hits his taste buds his face scrunches up in disgust and it’s honestly adorable. He looks at you, brows furrowed, his mouth stuffed, the corners stained with sauce. You can’t help but laugh at his reaction and he spits his food out onto his plate.

“That is not delicious,” he tries to put on an angry expression but the corners of his lips twitch up. Eventually, he breaks into a smile, your laughter and smile winning him over. “How the fuck did you swallow that?” He asks, laughing a little now himself.

“It’s not too bad!” You insist, your cheeks hurting now by how much you were laughing.

Billy reaches for his napkin, wiping his mouth before taking a sip of his beer wanting to get rid of the taste of his own food. “That was horrible,” he says, setting his bottle down. “You could’ve told me before I took a bite, you little liar.”

You smile softly, your hand reaching over for him across the table. Your hands brush, his hands callous but warm against yours. “But you seemed so proud of your work.”

Billy chuckles. “But it was horrible, baby.” He tugs at your hand a little and you stand up, and like that he pulls you over to sit on his lap, your meals now ignored. You look down at Billy, your hands on his jaw, his eyes sparkling as he stares up at you. “But thank you for not being mean.”

You stroke his cheek with your thumb, his hands on your waist again, holding onto you. “I’ll help you with dinner next time, okay?” You say, and he nods, a soft smile on his lips.

“Okay.” He mumbles with a dreamy look, mesmerised by the sight of you. He loved to have you like this, on his lap, your hands on his face. “You’re perfect.” He whispers, and you respond with a kiss, the best response he could ask for.

[rodolfoparras]

angels I hope you do get better there !! sprinkling some of the smut here to help you feel better, AGAIN INSPIRED BY YOUR PERVERT PRICE DRABBLES CUZ BY LORD I'm boutta yeet myself across time and space (help me AAA)

You've been working in the Task Force 141 team for awhile now— having given a chance to unveil yourself at the field with skills you've honed over the years is such a wonderful feeling. You find yourself fortunate to be working with some of the most finest, open-minded people over there, and recently work, the missions have been rougher around the edges. It's nothing you can't handle of. Except for one: the captain himself, John Price.

Now, you find him fascinating— the man is THE brilliant man, having lead through the plans with precision and professionalism, his tactics and skills are handy by time. One of the many reason you've come to respect and admire the male. But little do you know that Price is.. rather infatuated with you. Do you even notice how he always sticks to you whenever you both training or practice shooting together? How your clothes always seems to disappear whenever Price had come by to drink whiskey with you? How he'd always crossed his legs together whenever you're with him?

You do notice Price started to wear a throat mic when the heli is taking the team towards the location, and how some of the wiring bits are all tangled up.

"Hey, Cap, need help with that?" You gestures towards the item, and he looked confused as he tries to check it with his hand. "Here let me help."

Did you know that he purposely fuck it up so he can get your hands around him? Once he saw Graves (he rather not mentioned that name) wore it when they worked together before, immediately the idea of it resembling a collar made him blush, and with how your big hands almsot wrapped around his throat, fuck does he wishes you can punish him for being a bad, horny dog.

Want to know something that's even more dangerous? He's wearing a cage of your favourite colour. Little cute one, pushing his big cock to the smallest size. Hey, it helps by covering his erection, and while before he didn't think he could get it up again, just the voice of you booming through the base and teaching the recruits, is enough to make him hard and fuck himself on his finger (How convenient that his office window has the direct view of the training ground) Did he take the cage off? No, the only time he did was to pissed and god, he's getting hard again at the thought of how your piss would taste like. Bitterness from the coffee or the sweetness of your desserts?

The only time you almost catch him is when you had to ask for the report of the recent mission, and before you could knock on his room door, (he's nowhere by the office or anywhere else at the base) you can hear some sort of noise— oh,you're not that daft to not know.

"F— Fuck Daddy! I can't, you're too big.." You fucking hate how that nickname earned a twitch from your cock, and how you shouldn't be listening in, whoever Price is with not of your concern. "Have no mercy one me.."

The sounds of skin slapping skin is enough for you to palm your hardening cock under your cargo pants, looking around to see if there's any soldiers passing by. That is until you heard a title, your title. With your name.

"Yes, yes, put me in my place! I'm your toy, AH! Use me, mark me.." God the filth of that mouth..

The moment he screamed daddy again, you had accidentally spilled all over your boxer and rushes towards your room.

He does noticed how you kept getting flustered around him the day after, clueless to your eardrops act, but he does love how his object of obsession keep crossing his legs as he does now. Oh the tension, Price rather love that and he thinks he's gonna play the pervert captain role for MUCH longer.

-🪂 anon

I AM GOING TO GO FUCKING INSSANE JESUS CHRIST HONEY BEE????:;!: I GENUINELY DONT KNOW WHAT TO SAY TO THIS EXCEPT FOR THE FSCT THAT OTS THE HOTTESR THINH IVE READ??? Let me reeead this a couple of times before I speak more in it there’s genuinely so many parts of this that I need to just soak up for a good moment

[nightmare-of-homophobes]

I Missed You ~ (Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal), (Lilia Calderu x Alice Wu Gulliver x Jennifer Kale)

Second Day of AAA Week: Band AU

Words: 5,2k

Warnings: NSFW!; the coven is a polycule; breakup; mention of toxic relationships; not so friendly towards Lorna Wu; BDSM as therapy (because Agatha's way to open up about her feelings is being punished/tortured first); tying kink; shock kink; dom!Lilia Calderu; but all of this is introduced in a non-sexual scene; probably too much ooc (especially with Lilia); mentions of Lithario (Lilia/Agatha/Rio) being a thing in the past; no beta reader; no editing/review; smut in the end; oral and fingering (Rio receiving); maybe hurt/comfort at some point?; mentions of Billy and Wanda; Wandagatha as one of Agatha's previous relationships; maybe I should turn this into a multi chapter fanfiction; seems a bit rushed…; MINORS DNI!

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One thing everyone knew about the music business was how cutthroat it was. And for that, the whole idea of an indie rock band, specifically composed by queer women, surviving past the 90s and making their name into the top of the charts for most of the 2000-2010 was almost unbelievable.

Yet, The Coven made it. They did it with style and creativity.

Composed by five members (each one representing a kind of witch), they out-shined other bands by not only offering a show, but an entire theatrical experience.

Of course it wasn't that way in the beginning, no. At first there were only three of them and a group of rotative people that would fill in the gaps the band needed. But then, when Agatha, Rio and Lilia started writing the story they wanted to tell to the public, the need for permanent members showed off and they eventually found Jennifer and Alice.

So the tale of The Road was finished. Each member of the band knew the role they would play in that story and all of them were equally important to it.

Agatha Harkness – the lead singer and second guitar – was the Spirit Witch and her role was to guide the show and the story. Her colour was purple;

Lilia Calderu – the bassist and higher voice – was the Divination Witch and the one who eventually tied them together as a group. Her colour was yellow;

Rio Vidal – the drummer, background voice and Agatha's girlfriend – was the Green Witch and the one who would help everyone to grow out of their shells. Her colour, obviously, was green;

Jennifer Kale – the lead guitar and background voice – was the Potions Witch and the one to hold the group, not believing in her own potential. Her colour was pink;

Alice Wu Gulliver – the pianist and lower voice – was the Protection Witch and the youngest witch, the one that rejected her own being. Her colour was red.

Together, they all narrated, with their songs and dramatization, a story about witches making other witches accept themselves as they are. A tale about growth, female empowerment, women supporting women, rejection of labels, self acceptance and love.

Well… At least it used to be like that.

It worked until the mid-2010s, then the great breakup happened and things had to change quickly.

After a long time together, Agatha Harkness and Rio Vidal ended their relationship due to toxic behaviour towards each other and creative differences. Being two of the three pillars, it was almost impossible that the band proceeded without one of them leaving the ship. So Rio did it. She left them and started a solo career as The Green Witch.

With the absence of one less member, they had to find someone to put in Rio’s place.

They changed the story when they found Wanda Maximoff, naming her The Scarlet Witch and placing her as the villain of a new story. One where Rio Vidal was Death and Wanda worked under her orders. One where Agatha would lose everyone and everything at the end. Over and over and over again. Only to be left trapped into the Scarlet Witch's spell at the end.

But, of course, Wanda couldn't be with them forever and once she served her time with the band, she moved on, leaving that fifth spot in the band empty again.

So they found Billy Kaplan and the story changed again. Billy's role was Teen, a mysterious boy who would free Agatha after The Scarlet Witch died, encouraging the Spirit Witch to reunite her coven while he dived into a search to discover who he really was.

But Billy also couldn't stay in the band forever and, now, well… They were fucked.

– Any news about the drummer? – Agatha asked anxiously one morning. Billy had left them one month ago and they still hadn't anyone as a real option to that spot.

– No one we interviewed ‘till now could keep up. – Lilia said, splattered on a couch, her head on Jennifer’s lap.

– But there's another one this afternoon. – Alice informed while throwing in an armchair. Jennifer and Lilia exchanged knowing looks. – And they seem to be very experienced.

Agatha nodded. If the new drummer played well enough, they could learn the rest in the band rehearsals.

– But we've been thinking… – Jennifer started, catching Agatha's attention again. – We wanted to write this arc of the story.

Agatha rolled her eyes.

– Again with the protagonism talk? – she scoffed. – I'm sorry I'm the protagonist, Kale.

– It's not that. – Alice intruded and was about to defend her girlfriend when Lilia lifted her hand, silencing the younger.

– What Jennifer meant was… You wrote the Teen's arc alone. And, to be honest, our characters were kinda shoved in the dark…

– Literally shoved in the dark. – Jennifer intruded since, for the first act of the show, they literally didn't appear under the spotlights.

– And we think it's only fair for us to write this one. – Lilia finished her point, arching an eyebrow to Agatha.

Agatha shrugged.

– Yeah, whatever. – cause she would never dare to go against Lilia. She tried once, but it didn't go well. – As long as it's not lame.

– You dare call my art lame and I'll beat this attitude out of you. – Lilia warned.

And the matter died with that.

***

In that afternoon, when they all gathered in the car to go to the studio to meet the new candidate for the drummer's spot, Agatha felt that something was off. As if a disaster was to fall on her just around the corner but she couldn't really prevent it.

To worsen everything even more, she was damned to watch Alice, Jennifer and Lilia's being too touchy for her liking.

– The three of you can't spend a minute without being together? – she groaned, crossing her arms and paying attention to the blurred buildings out of her window. She did not want to see how Jennifer was shamelessly distributing kisses along Lilia's neck.

– You could always join, you know that. – Lilia's rich voice answered. A smirk on her face as she provoked the brunette only because she could.

– Fuck off, Lilia. – Agatha mumbled.

– Oh, I could. – the older woman giggled devilishly before occupying herself with Alice's mouth.

Once they arrived at the studio, Agatha left the car as fast as she could, afraid that if she stayed a longer minute, Lilia would make her witness, again, the dirty acts of the three women.

Jennifer, Alice and Lilia left the car just after her, chuckling to themselves at the other woman's desperation.

– You know, for an old batty, you're very, very dirty, Calderu. – she said.

– You're welcome. – the bassist shrugged as she passed Agatha with the two women on her trail.

They went into the building, going into the elevator to the studio's floor. Entering it, they were met by their producer, Mrs. Davis:

– Ah, girls, you finally arrived! – she said happily as always. Sharon Davis always was their best support, always relishing in their creative ideas and music.

– Though a bit late, don't you think? – Lorna Wu Gulliver, their agent and second composer, was there too. – Hey, Alice.

– Hi, mom… – the woman mumbled. Their relationship wasn't the best, but they were trying.

– So, the drummer? They're already here? – Agatha asked, wanting to get down to business as quickly as she could.

– Yes… – Sharon said hesitantly. – She's already here.

– She? – Lilia teased. – That's refreshing.

– So, you're all ready to hear her? – Lorna asked.

– Yeah, go on. – Jennifer said, already sitting down at the large couch at the wall.

Lorna told the drummer the members of the band had already and they were ready to hear her. Sharon gently told the person not to be nervous and prepare herself cause they would play the tracks they gave her so she could accompany it with the drums.

Opening the audio channel so the women could hear the sound coming from the acoustically isolated studio and avaliate, they let the recorded track on.

As the drummer started playing, something in Agatha's chest snapped. Not only on hers, actually. All the “witches” kind of felt something. Something like nostalgia or missing… Or like if someone they loved had just come back into their lives. What was very odd for them since no member after Rio had made them feel such strong feelings.

The person playing not only knew how to play their songs perfectly, she had a style so similar to Rio's that it got the band wishing to know who was inside that room.

Well, the band except for Agatha.

Agatha was actually scared of knowing who would come outside once that test ended.

But she had no time to prepare herself for it, because Lilia interrupted the whole thing:

– It's enough, I can work with these drums. What I really want to know now is if I can work with this person, call her here.

The drummer and bassist was a duo that needed to match in every band - more than any other combination -, so Lilia's word on the choice was the strongest.

Sharon and Lorna exchanged a worried look. They noticed the emotion not only in Lilia's demeanour, but in the whole group.

Interrupting the test, Sharon called the woman out. Jennifer and Alice were at the end of the sofa that faced the door to the studio and once its door opened, their eyes widened and their jaws fell.

Agatha panicked, but hoped she was wrong.

All her hopes, however, died when she heard Lilia murmur under a sigh:

– Rio…

She stood, not wanting to face the woman. Walking to the door so she could leave the studio, she stopped at her tracks when the familiar voice greeted her:

– Agatha… – Rio's voice was soft.

Agatha hesitated, her mind and her heart racing the same race, competing to see which one would reach Agatha's lips first.

– No. – her heart won. It always did when it came to Rio.

And with that, she left the room.

Jennifer, Alice and Lilia were still in their places, each one of them feeling their own mix of complex emotions.

Rio turned hopefully to Lilia, her always-widened eyes boring into the brown doe one's of the older woman. Lilia almost looked like a deer trapped under the light of a car headlight.

– Lilia…?

Lilia looked between her and the door Agatha left open. A choice to be taken. A hard one since Lilia had to choose between her girls. Again.

With tears threatening to spill from her eyes, she approached the younger woman to embrace her.

– Doll… – she whispered softly, closing her eyes as tight as her arms around Rio's body.

Rio smiled emotionally, returning the embrace as strong as she could.

– Lilia! – she repeated herself, the name coming out of her lips with joy now.

– It's been so long! – Lilia laughed heartily while holding the drummer.

– Too long for good! – Rio agreed, a big grin at her lips. – I'm sorry, I should've kept contact… – she started.

– Don't be silly, we both share blame for the distance! – Lilia scolded.

– Get off, Lilia, we want to greet Rio too! – Jen said, approaching the two of them and starting to push the older woman.

– Jen! – Lilia exclaimed a bit offended as she was practically shoved aside by her girlfriend.

Alice approached them too and both Jen and her hugged Rio tightly with big smiles on their faces.

– We missed you. – she said.

– I missed you too. – Rio exclaimed holding the two of them.

Watching that scene with her heart thumping agains her chest, Lilia couldn't help but feel like her family was complete again. Her coven.

Yet… There was a piece to fix in its place before she could celebrate Rio's return.

– I'm very happy we got to see you again, Rio… – Lilia started. – But I need to go after Agatha now.

Jen and Alice felt how the woman tensed at the other woman's name.

– Okay. – she nodded softly.

She watched as the three women exchanged a whole conversation just with their eyes. She always admired the way the three of them made their relationship work against all the odds.

– You know, it's great everything went well. – Sharon said finally, remembering the rest of the women of hers and Lorna's presence.

– This is just the calm before the storm… – Lorna said a bit tiredly.

– And you will be lucky if I get Agatha to not fire you after this. – Lilia warned the woman. Lorna's attitude wasn't professional at all.

Of course they were in a rush to find another drummer, but she could've at least told Lilia so she could’ve tried to set the stage for such a shock.

With a final nod towards Jen, Lilia left the room, already calling the band's driver, a young man called Ralph Bohner.

– Ralph?

– Yes, ma’am? – the man answered.

– Is Agatha with you? – she asked to get in the elevator again.

– No, ma’am.

– But did she leave the build?

– I don't know, ma’am… – the man said a bit insecure.

Lilia huffed exasperated.

– Honestly, do I need to fire you again? – she ended the call.

She left the elevator and was so distracted that almost missed the seated frame in the benches close to the elevator.

– Oh, thank fuck, you're here. – Lilia said, approaching the other woman and sitting beside her.

– I don't want her back in the band, Lilia… – Agatha said, her tone almost pleading.

– Couldn't you, at least, give her a chance? – she asked the brunette. – She can behave.

Agatha huffed.

– Agatha… – Lilia took the other woman's hands into hers. – It's been so long since all that happened… Don't you think it's time to move on? – she caressed the woman’s hands. – It would be so great if you two reach good terms.

Agatha tried to take her hands from Lilia’s.

– Let me go. – she said coldly, her tone flat and without emotions.

– We need her, Agatha. – the bassist said.

– You’re a two faced-snake, Lilia! – she made out of Lilia’s grasp. – I don’t need her! I don’t need you! I don’t need any of this fucked up situation, leave me alone, you old bitch!!!

They fell into a heavy silence, Agatha regretted her words almost immediately, her eyes widening as she watched how Lilia’s eyes darkened. She knew she was fucked up.

Taking her phone out of her black pintucks pants, Lilia called Jen.

– Everything okay? Did you find Agatha? – Alice answered the phone.

– Yes, pet, I’m taking her for a walk. – Lilia’s voice was cold and steeled even if it was Alice she was talking to.

– Oh… – there was a beat of silence and some whispers were heard in the background, one of them being “Agatha’s screwed”. – Okay. – Jen’s voice was heard then. – Do we have to wait for you?

Lilia stood from her seat.

– No. Take Rio back to her place, I’m leaving Ralph for you.

***

– So, how are you going with your solo career? – Alice asked Rio once the three of them fit into the back of the car.

– Well, hard, but I’m very satisfied with it. – Rio said.

– Then why did you decide to return? – Jen questioned bluntly. – Not that I don’t relish your return. I do. But… Why only now, Rio?

The woman shifted uncomfortably in her place, her eyes driving out of the window.

– Because I wanted to. – Rio simply said, avoiding the matter.

Alice looked at Jen and shrugged.

– How has Agatha been? – the drummer asked, not being subtle at all. She never was. Not when it came to Agatha.

– Well… You know Agatha. – Alice said.

– I used to, at least.

– Uh, yeah, – Alice resumed talking. – But, y’know, Agatha is Agatha. She had been doing the same. Partying, drinking, fighting… Oh, but Lilia made her quit drugs. She wasn’t handling it well after the breakup.

– Oh, she did? – Rio seemed surprised. – Great for her.

She seemed to be deciding if to stay quiet or not before finally asking what she wanted to know the most:

– Did she find someone else?

– Do you really want to know, Rio? – Jen asked. She didn’t want to upset the woman.

She nodded. She knew it would hurt her, but she did want the truth.

– She had her fair share of affairs and nights out.

– Any of you? – Rio asked, not knowing how to feel if Agatha had been sleeping with one of her ex-bandmates.

– Oh, no! No... – Alice promptly denied. – Well, maybe with Lilia, but we don’t ask her.

– Anything lasting?

Alice and Jen shared another glance.

– She did have something a bit long with Wanda, but they never made it official. It was like a… Friends with benefits?

– Yeah, friends with benefits! – Jen confirmed.

One of Rio’s eyebrows went up.

– Oh… – it was everything that came out of Rio’s mouth.

***

Agatha found herself in a hotel room while Lilia was occupied tying her on a chair.

– I hate doing this with you in this way. – she said as she did tight knots on Agatha’s pulse.

– Yeah? Then why do you keep doing it? – the brunette provoked.

– Because it’s the only way to make you listen, isn't it – the bassist pointed an accusatory finger to the other woman.

She kept tying her down with quick movements. Once Agatha’s legs, arms and hands were finished, Lilia moved on to her next step, putting a collar on Agatha. A shock collar.

Sitting down at the bed of the hotel room, Lilia crossed her legs and stared at Agatha.

– Now be respectful while answering. – the older woman said while swinging the controller in her hand, demonstrating that she wouldn't hesitate to use it. – Why are you acting like this, Agatha? You do want her back.

Agatha stayed silent. Lilia punished her.

She groaned, it wasn’t even hurtful anymore for her. She grew so used to that level that it felt as only a tingling on her skin. She chuckled.

– Is this the best you can do? – Agatha spit out. – You're getting rusty, Lilia

Another shock ran through her and she definitely felt it better than the first, so she knew Lilia had increased the voltage.

– Do I really need to repeat myself? – Lilia asked harshly.

– I DON’T WANT HER BACK! – Agatha yelled and fought against her bonds.

Lilia punished her again, her eyebrows frowning and her lips pursuing forward.

– You’re a liar, Agatha Harkness… – she said irritated. Then her tone softened. – Why are you lying to me, doll?

Agatha’s eyes widened and she averted it from Lilia’s. But not fast enough, Lilia saw the vulnerability in them.

– I don’t want her, Lilia. Not anymore. – Agatha lied again. The voltage increased again. She swore as this one kinda hurt.

– You know I’ll keep doing it until you’re ready to talk to me. – the other woman said.

– You can fuck yourself. – was what came from the brunette’s mouth.

Agatha received the highest level of voltage she could take because of her lack of respect. At that she gave up on her attitude, knowing Lilia wouldn’t give up on their little session.

Letting the tears fall from her eyes, she sobbed as quiet as she could. She always was one to cry silently, never wanting to be seen as weak.

Lilia threw the control away somewhere on the floor. Approaching Agatha, she started undoing the knots that held the woman on the chair. All the while whispering sweet nothings to her.

Once Agatha was free, her hands immediately reached out to Lilia, holding onto her as if she was her lifeboat, hiding her face on Lilia’s neck.

Lilia took the shock collar off Agatha before taking her to the bed in the room.

– Come here, doll… – she said while bringing the woman to her lap. – Let it out.

She rubbed the younger’s back and kept holding her, comforting her, being there for Agatha as she finally let herself feel something.

– I love her, Lilia. – she whispered brokenly.

– I know you do, love… – Lilia answered, meeting Agatha’s gaze as she leaned back on her lap.

– Why do I still love her? Why? – she asked desperately. When it came to feelings, Agatha Harkness always acted younger than she should. She never really learned how to deal with feelings, or feeling too much, or not feeling at all. – I feel so stupid!

Lilia hated Evanora Harkness for that. She fucked up Agatha's creation.

– You’re not… – the gray-haired woman stroked Agatha’s hair. – But you need to talk to her, doll. You know that. You two have been prolonging this talk for too long.

Agatha held Lilia’s hands to her face, leaning into the calloused and warm palms.

Lilia guessed her next move, turning her face to the side so Agatha’s lips met her cheek instead of her lips. Holding Agatha there, she whispered before the other could over react:

– You know it’s not me you’re seeking.

***

Rio Vidal sat on her new bed. Well, not exactly, “new bed”, it was her old bed. In her old room. The room that wasn't entirely hers, because Agatha shared it with her back then.

After two days from the test, Lorna made contact with Rio to let her know she was back in the band. After it, Lilia suggested she should move back into The Coven's house, so it would be better for all of them to rehearse and get everything on time for their tour.

The first weeks were a bit hard for them, especially because Agatha was in her most unstable moment. She would often call the rehearsals over before its time, letting the rest of the group finish it without her.

Lilia, Jen and Alice were keeping secret about the new story arc, only sharing it with Lorna and Sharron. That alone was enough to tickle Agatha’s nerves, but along with the fact that Rio was back and was making sure to bump at her in every opportunity she got to, was even more distressing.

– What?! Are you really going to chase me around the house now? – she snapped at Rio one day.

– I only want to talk to you…

– But I don't! Can't you tell yet by how much I've been avoiding you?

Rio lifted her hands in redemption.

– Well, you know where to find me when you change your mind then…

– I won't.

Rio only looked at her, lifting her eyebrows at Agatha because she knew that was a lie. Even after a decade separated, she still knew Agatha.

And she was right about Agatha changing her mind. Of course she was.

It didn’t take long, but it did take some glasses of red wine. It was the first evening that they were able to rehearse all the new songs - for some miracle, Agatha let them do it - that Lorna composed from what Alice, Lilia and Jen had already written. After the successful rehearsal, they decided to go out and have dinner.

Agatha remained pretty civil at the dinner and it was almost as if they had gone back in time. Back to that time where they were all a great family.

After dinner, they got back home and Lilia was the one to suggest they should open a bottle of wine to finish the night. A bottle turned into two and without them even realizing a third one was already being opened.

They were all a bit drunk, but once Lilia started getting too loud and uninhibited, Alice and Jen decided it was time to get her in bed.

– Come on, mama… – Alice wrapped one arm around the older woman. – Up we go.

– Let me just take this with me… – Lilia tried to take the rest of the wine, her words very slurred.

– No, no, no… – Jen took it from her. – You already had enough.

– Come on, Jenny… – Lilia pouted, giving her those big brown eyes.

– Let the woman have some fun, Jen! – Rio’s words were as slurred as Lilia’s. And she didn’t even drink that much.

– Yeah! – Agatha agreed, nodding to the woman. – Let her driiink!!!

– Oh yeah? And will you two take her to bed after it? – Alice asked, amused. – I don’t think so.

– I could take her to bed… – Agatha said with a sly smile.

A loud chuckle escaped Lilia’s lips.

– It would be just like the old days. – Rio completed Agatha’s reasoning with a singing tone, a similar smile on her own lips.

Jen hushed their girlfriends to upstairs while calling back:

– Well, revive the old days without Lilia!

As the trio left, the room went awkwardly quiet, Jen’s words playing into the women’s minds. Agatha shifted uncomfortably on the sofa.

– You know… – she started. – I think I may owe you an apology.

Rio's head snapped into her direction, her interest being piqued immediately.

– Do you? – she asked.

– I think we should try to talk. – Agatha said, her movements kinda slow.

Rio nodded slowly too.

– Yeah… I think it would be great.

***

In a moment they were talking, in the other they were bumping against the walls, making their way to Rio’s room. To their old room.

– Rio… – Agatha panted against the drummer’s lips.

– Yes? – she answered in a similar tone, her lips going to Agatha’s neck.

– Open this fucking door before I fuck you on this corridor. – she demanded, pulling the other woman’s hair so she could look at her.

Rio quickly disentangled herself from Agatha’s embrace, almost ripping her door from the doorframe with the force she used to open it.

Agatha pulled her into the room, slamming the door behind her before slamming Rio against it. She wasn’t worried about being quiet.

Latching their lips back together, the women moaned at the sensation of being reunited again, their bodies still remembering how to fit into each other. In a rushed and intense dance that they had committed to memory a long while ago, they ripped their clothes off, each piece being replaced by touches and kisses.

When Agatha laid Rio on the bed, the drummer murmured to the singer:

– I missed you… – her big and deep eyes melted Agatha’s heart. She missed those eyes looking at her in that way.

– I missed you too. – she answered as she sat on Rio’s lap, her hands holding the brunette’s face. Rio held onto her pulse as she did that, a habit internalized.

As their lips met again, Agatha couldn’t help herself but to grind down on Rio, hearing how the woman groaned below her, her own hips bucking up to meet hers.

When they ran out of breath, the singer didn’t waste time, immediately replacing her mouth with her fingers, relishing in the way Rio took it without hesitation. Kissing down Rio’s body, the drummer’s moans filled Agatha’s ears as if it was music.

– Nice bush you got here... – she said while reaching between Rio’s legs, kissing there. The drummer’s familiar musk smell flooded her senses and she groaned at it.

– Agatha… – she moaned around Agatha’s fingers.

– Yes, my love? – she teased the other woman, the long forgotten pet name falling from her lips with ease.

– Please.

– Please what…? – she took out her fingers from Rio’s mouth, letting her answer it properly. She always liked to hear her beg.

– I need you. – the brunette pouted.

– How much?

Rio’s hand found Agatha’s chest.

– My heart only beats for you. That’s how much I want. – she said, her eyes searching for something into the singer’s face.

She must have found it cause she seemed relieved when Agatha leaned again to taste Rio’s mouth again, pouring her heart into it.

When she went down on Rio’s body again, she put the woman’s legs on her shoulders, wanting to taste something else now. Rio moaned as she felt Agatha’s mouth meeting her pussy, her tongue darting out to dive into her folds.

– Hmm… You’re as sweet as I remember. – she hummed against the drummer. Her voice sending delicious vibrations through her.

Putting herself to work, she used all her years of experience to bring Rio to her favourite state: just on the edge. She would make Rio plead for her fingers.

– Agatha… – the brunette started, knowing exactly what the other woman wanted her to do. What she was about to do. – Agatha, please… Please…

The word kept falling from her lips as an infinite mantra until the singer finally fulfilled her requests, slipping her slick fingers inside Rio’s slick hole, satisfied at the reaction she got and at how easily they slipped inside her.

Pumping her fingers in and out, Agatha latched her lips to that soft bundle of nerves, using her tongue to play with it so she could drive the drummer even more desperate and needy.

When Rio’s hand entwined in Agatha's hair, she knew she got the other woman. She was holding back her orgasm, waiting for permission.

Releasing Rio’s clit with a loud pop, she demanded:

– You can cum.

That was enough to make Rio throw her head back and moan shamelessly, her hips uncontrollably bucking against Agatha’s fingers and tongue.

– Fuck! – she exclaimed as she came from her high, a sweet giggle escaping her as she put one of her hands in her chest, feeling how her heart was thumping against it.

Agatha crawled her way back to be on top of Rio, staring down at her masterpiece.

– Your turn. – the bottom tried to turn them around, but the other made no mention of letting her do it.

Instead, Agatha laid down in Rio's body, who immediately embraced her.

– You can return the favor tomorrow morning… – she said softly. Now that emotion of the moment passed, she was trying not to think of the complications her actions might get her. She was always a woman of the moment and that was her curse.

– So… Is this a sign that there will be a tomorrow for us? – Rio asked hopefully.

Agatha sighed in her chest, feeling how Rio was playing with her hair.

– I don't know… We didn't talk at all.

Rio giggled at that and she couldn't help but chuckle along. When they both fell in silence again, the drummer said, not wanting to press the other woman:

– You can leave if you want to… I know we're not in our right minds right now.

Agatha looked up at her. Her eyes carried an old sadness.

– I don't want to leave you. Not again.

Rio's eyes mirrored her lover's.

– Me too. – she answered softly.

Sharing so much in those looks, they leaned towards each other again, their first slow and passionate kiss being savoured deeply by the women. Oh, how they missed each other.

There, in each other's arms, they drifted into a quiet and comfortable slumber. Just as quiet and comfortable as their band colleagues shared in room's of distance, piled up in a large queen sized bed that fit the three of them.

After ten years of being incomplete, The Coven finally had one of their classic drunken nights.

It wasn't known to Agatha and Rio yet, but that was the plan since Lilia opened the first bottle of wine for the night. Against Jennifer and Alice's worries, she knew that her girls were ready to get back together… Or at least she hoped they were.

She knew there were only two possible ways to end the night: An even worse break up. Or just how Alice, Jen and her wrote in the band's new arc: with the Spirit Witch giving herself back to Death.

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