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infraaa · 2 years ago

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『regarding the order for the lovely @lyforlyras— seeing as they saw the work I made entitled Seven Minutes for Longan Dragon Cookie… they sent in an order for me to replicate that for a… special red and black haired cookie…~』

苺の罪 🍓 『𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐎 𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐈』

red velvet cookie x fem!reader

baker’s notes // here’s a little gift for the customer to go along with this— this piece is heavily inspired by this song. ☺️��🩸Also, I know japanese, and tried my best to pull kanji from the song while listening to it and translating it on my own. I used a livejournal article by user silvermoon249 as a spellcheck, as well as the original booklet.

tw // vampirism/blood play, period sex/oral, heavy sadism, degredation, bare backing, implied breeding, asphyxiation play (choking), impact play, and again, as I am infra, what a perfect opportunity to shit on licorice again! Yay! More lico slander! (Also licofait)

【cw // spin the bottle】

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

春の日、あの雪崩れの様に、止めど無く　滑り落ちて

頒-わか-ちがたい命題を掌-て-にしたいのなら

涙が枯れるまで。。。

『Like the descent of the spring sun, without end, it slips away.

If I wish to hold this inseparable theory in the palm of my hand, until the tears dry up...』

Darkness is insufferable. That’s okay though, because these little goofballs of darkness has off days. Licorice was talking to some idol chick walking next to him, drinking a tea… when…

“OH MY GOD SKRUNKS!” Parfait squeals, causing Licorice to jump in his footing. He looked over to her with half laden shock and made sure the tea in his to go cup didn't spill anywhere on him. "AAh! Gods, Parfait... be careful with that voice. I almost spilled your drink." He sighed and stopped his walking with her as he saw her eyes agleam, her blue eyes perfectly mirroring the blue sky above. "I have an idea, like, a suuuper idea! What if we took this Arizona Tea can and played around with it a bit? Ya know, like a dating game for couples and stuff?" "Ehh..? W...What are you talking about? A dating game?" She nodded with excitement and started skipping along the pavement. She got some steps away from Licorice before she turned, raising her arms outward like the wings on a plane. "Liiike... spin the bottle? I heard that one of your friends is also dating someone. Maybe we also get them to tag along!" He stood before her and felt his shoulders slightly lurch forward, his eyebrows furrowed in nervousness. "Ah... Par.. Parfait Cookie, I don't think--" "It will be so~so~fuuun!~ Pleeeease?" With big puppy dog eyes as pure hearted as water, Licorice looked into them with his own pale yellow ones, stuttering slightly in his wording before sighing once more, taking another drink of the tea in the tallboy can. "Fine. I guess I'll join, but--" "YAAAAY!" "AGH GODS PARFAIT...! GIAH!"

They got back to the your cottage with completely opposing energies. Parfait bounced in the door while Licorice walked in like a regular cookie. "We're back guys!" Parfait chirped as she went over to you and gave you a hug from behind. "Hey babes!" You pat her handon your collarbone with your own, looking at her from the corner of your eye. "Hey, Parfait, hiw are y--" "Where's your hubby? We HAVE to get him in here, Red Velvet Cookie, where aaaare yoooou? Hehehe!" From out the kitchen window you could see Red Velvet look back at you from the side of the yard, hanging with his dogs. He gathers them and starts to head back in the house.

He walked in and saw the layout of the people in the house before him. A sluggish Licorice to his right, and a bouncy Parfait Cookie clinging onto you, his lover, to his left. One of his dogs charged into the house to greet Parfait, jumping onto her leg and barking excitedly. "Red, there you are!" "Oh gods..." Licorice muttered as he collapsed on the couch, sighing. You walked up to him and leaned against the plush cushions. "What's wrong, Lico?" you asked as you looked down at the semi embarrassed cookie. "Parfait wants us to play a dating game together, the four of us. I only agreed to make her happy." You looked back over to Red Velvet and Parfait who had turned herself around wuth a sigh. "Yeah, we both agreed to that during our walk, won't you join us? Pleeeease Red Velvet? It'll be fuuuuun!" He took his forarms and jumped, like a small kid begging their parents for something. Meanwhile, Red Velvet stood stiff as a board, looking to Licorice. "Uuh... I think the tea you got for her... made her... hyper-- Licorice come get your girl, please." He got up and walked ovet to her, taking her hand and murmuring at her to stop. Eventually, Parfait got the two of you to join, and you four found yourslves sitting on a towel on the bathroom floor, next to yours and Red Velvet's shared bedroom.

“This is so stupid, this is so stupid, this is so stuuupid!” “SHAHT. AP. LICO!” The bathroom filled with silence as the dissolution of Parfait’s voice slowly drifted off on the walls of the bathroom. “Now, whoever touches their nose lasts, spins the bottle first! Ready? Go!” Parfait chirped as she quickly put a finger to her nose. You and Red Velvet followed suit, leaving Licorice Cookie unprepared. “Oh god damnit.” He said with a sigh.

ねぇ（幼き日の）幻聴が（響き渡る）非道-ひど-い（耳鳴は）

オ・サ・マ・ラ・ナ・イ！

『Hey, (the childish) voices in my head (echo) their cruel, inhuman (ringing in my ears)

Will not settle down!』

"Dreidel dreidel dreidel, I made it out of clay, and when it's dry and ready, then dreidel I shall play." Licorice bluntly sang as the bottle spun around on the tile floor. Ity slowed, and landed on you before hesitantly wiggling on the floor so that the cap would land on his girlfriend instead. He hesitantly looked at you, who in turn smiled awkwardly. The rules are rules after all, and you leaned forth and kissed Licorice on the cheek after a nod from Parfait gave you her permission. Red Velvet watched you with falcon like eyes during the whole duration of this awkward exchange, a sudden boil forming in his chest. After you leaned back, you looked to Parfait to see who would spin next. You all did the finger to the nose as quick as you can, and then it was Parfait's turn! She spun the bottle excitedly with the snap of her fingers. "Ooooh, dreidel dreidel dreidal, I made it out of clay!~ And when it's dry and ready, then dreidel I shal plaaay!~" She excitedly sang as she watched the bottle spin around quickly, slowing soundly with the grooves of the bathroom tile. Like clockwork, the bottle landed on you once again. "This bottle seems to like you." Red Velvet commented. Parfait looked at you with a sudden flush to her cheeks... chuckling to herself before leaning in the center of the circle only to meet you halfway in a friendly little kiss-- nothing too much, just a peck. You both leaned back into your positions in the circle with red faces and goofy smiles.

It was finally Red Velvet's turn. He spun the bottle and waited silently, only humming the tune of the dreidel song and was the bottle landed on Licorice, he grimaced at the boy clad in cheap robes. "AWWW! Kiss! Kiiissss!" "No." Red Velvet cut off Parfait's fangirling as he forcefully moved the bottle to point towards you. "Honey, you can't do that, that's against the game's rules--ah!" He suddenly got up from his place in the circle to pick you up off the ground and take you into your shared bedroom, locking the door shut upon entering. Parfait and Licorice heard the lock on the door click and looked to each other in nervousness. "I knew this would happen. Red Velvet is always like this." Licorice sighed, "hence why I really didn't want to do this." Parfait looked at him and furrowed her eyebrows a bit, humming in thought.

"Should we leave then? I don't think I wanna be here for much longer..."

"That sounds like a great idea."

大丈夫、少しおかしいだけだから「誰か」を畏れる事は、もうやめにしよう？ほら、もうすぐそこで、 Ah、淡い死の薫りが充満-みち-てきた !

『It’s all right, since it’s just a little strange Shall we cease being afraid of “someone” already? Behold, very soon there, Ah, it’s been filled with the fleeting aroma of death!』

"What are you doing-- ah!" Red Velvet let out what sounded like a gutteral sounding growl as he slammed you against the door, knocking the air straught out of your lungs into his own colliding into you forcefully and with fervor. You felt one of his hands graze at the skin of your waist as it trailed underneath the fabric of your top. He could smell faintly the small yet still noticeable scent that was Licorice and Parfait across your face and lips. Forcing your bottom lip open with a gesture of his thumb at your chin, you gasped as he infiltrated your mouth, seizing control of your tongue in a mere instant. You pushed at his chest, pleading for air, and when he felt you push at him, he bit down on your bottom lip. Hard. You squeeled, and pushed him away from you with a soft wince coming from your mouth, putting a hand to your now bleeding bottom lip. Backing away from you he smiled and put his hands to his hips. "You are incapable of understanding." He whispered darkly, almost manipulating the light in the room to diminish. His cerulean eyes started to creep along your figure as you started to walk around him, still holding onto your lip. "Understand?" You asked, trying to hold onto the thick blood in your mouth.

"Aggravating..." He sighed, walking towards you, your figure, trying to evade him. However before you could, he kicked your footing from underneath you, causing you to fall on your back on the bed. Laughing at you, you felt him kneel down at the opening of your legs, taking the fabric of your shirt and pulling you to sit up. "You purposefully wanted me to do this, right?" "No! No, that's not-"

"Such a bad girl..."

Your eyes widened as his mouth curled into a sadistic smile. Climbing on top of you, he grazed his thumb across your bottom lip;, taking whatever blood that was still there and sucking it off of his thumb. Sendinng a shiver down your spine, of course, but this is a side to him you've never seen. Sure, you two have been intimate before, but he's never been mean to you in this manner. Making you out to be a brat when you're not, slut shaming you for kissing another man's girl, hell even allowing that rat of a man to allow you to kiss him, even if it was on the cheek which was innocent enough to be passed on, even in game, it made you wonder... was he jealous? Red Velvet barely showed signs of jealousy or envy, he dubbed those emotions to be signs of weakness. But such emotions, albiet childish, he was feeling them hard in his gut, and he was taking it all out on you.

"You made me this way," he darkly cooed, a new sheen coming clear in his eyes. He bent down close to your face, almost literally pouring his water colored eyes into yours. "You wanna get shameless? Well baby, I can show ya shameless." He said snidely. He took his phone and disconnected his headphones from it, allowing the song that was playing on his phone to spill out into the room from the small speaker at the bottom.

あの丘で十字に、磔-はりつけ-られてる愛磨り潰した苺の罪-ストロベリィジャム-を、ひと匙塗りたくれば－もっと、美味しいよ！

その瞳に映るのは悦び嗜虐-いたみ-の狭間にある「罪」と共に飲み干して────………… 飲み干して────………… 飲み干して────…………！

『Crosswise on that hill, a crucified love Once the mashed strawberry jam of sin is spread thickly with a single spoon, It’s even more delicious!

Delight is reflected in your eyes Along with the ‘sin’ at the threshold of sadistic pain Draining you dry────………… Draining you dry────………… Draining you dry────…………!』

"Show me more then. Give me more." Red Velvet growled as he attacked your lip in a violent bout. You squeeled into the kiss, having the air flushed out of your mouth a second time, only for the feeling to repeat a third when he spanked your outer thigh. It was damn near suffocating the way he handled you. Biting your lip again, you cried out in pain, muffled by the cushion of his own lips. He sucked the leaking blood out of your bottom lip harshly, leaving it reddened and marked. "Good. Cry. Cry more, harlot." He spat, spanking your thigh repeatedly as you let out an even louder whimper with each hit. He sat above you, still, but only for a moment. After what appeared to be a moment of thought, he slid back down, taking your bottoms with him on the way down. "Ah, honey wait!" you cried out, quite concerned. He looked to you and smiled. "Don't act like you don't want it, I know you well enough to know you do. And besides..." He whispered as he proceeded to slide your panties down while trying his best to pull the tampon you had out of you. Your eyes widened as he stared at the used tampon with jealousy in his eyes, partially thinking with his obvioously horny yet big boy galaxy brain that the tampon wasn't only used to block the blood from escaping you, but also to pleasure you as you walked around. He growled at it and tossed it somewhere on the floor. "I... you know that I'm..." you whispered, shaking in nervousness. "So? A little blood never hurt anybody."

So brazen today... you never thought you would see this side of him. He inserted a finger inside of you, causing you to cry out once more as you felt him enter you. He sighed started to quickly pump his hand in and out of you. One of your eyes closed from the dull pain slowly mixing in with pleasure, much like how sugar caramelizes strawberries when mixed about. Moaning, you tried to squirm off of his hand but, as you knew he probably would, he took his free hand to hold you still, right on your tailbone it sat as it stopped you from leaning back.

"Ah ah ah, no no no, don't you go anywhere..." He cooed lasciviously as he dove down into your soaked bleeding cunt, making you gasp out as you felt his mouth voilate your clit.

血濡れた、このエレジーの中割り切れず、撹拌-ブレンド-する。。。甘酸っぱい極上の血を注ぎ込めば、倒錯者が、嗤う。。。

そぅ（戻れないよ！）表面に（拡がりゆく、）紅-あか-い（様式美）ト・ケ・テ・イ・ケ・バ！

『Soaked in blood, within this elegy Unsatisfied, stirring and blending... Once infused with the finest bittersweet blood, The pervert smiles.

That’s right, (there’s no going back!) Spreading across (the surface,) the deep red (elegant pattern) As it melts away!』

He sucked away at you, blood smearing across his cheeks in earnest with your attempted movements to grind on his face. The delivery method of thjis pleasure was all from normal, all from orthodox, this wasn't like him at all yet, you welcomed the beast within him in open arms. You loved him. His love... at this moment, was enough to leave you dizzy. For a moment your surroundings melted away, your vision clouding due to the heat inside you. You felt your cunt however continue to fill, and as it woke you from youur ecstacy filled trance, you sighed and looked down at the red and black haired man below you slurping away at your clit like noodles, pumping away at you still. Through a broken breath, you managed to mutter, "how... how m-many fingers... are y-you using?" With a snow lick of your clit, making you moan out in a pain filled lust, he licked his upper teeth and swalllowed, his mouth and tongue crimson with the stain of your blood. "Only three," he panted, licking his lower lip next, eyeing you like a predator as you mimiced his panting and heaving, your chest rising up and down with heavy breaths. "But I can tell you loved having my fingers inside you." You moaned as you felt his digits swirl inside you, and then slowly sliding out only to ram into your blood soaked vagina, leaking onto the hard wooden floor and your panties below your feet. You screamed out in agony as he did this, feeling his sinful actions take over your mind quickly.

"Mhm... good girl. Be a good girl for me and take it while I eat away at you." He teasingly licked away at your clit once more, taking it into his mouth, sucking on it before letting it fall out of his mouth with a quiet pop. "Oh my FUCKING. GOD, you taste so good..." He murmured before taking your clit back into his mouth, growling on it like a dog at its food bowl. You felt your back arch as you felt the ridges of his top teeth graze at the sensitive organ, biting it softly. Throwing your head back at the growls he left at your bottom half. "You feel that huh?" He talked with his mouth full of you, "you feel the growls shaking through your cunt? Hm? "Mmmm... the vibrations of my throat onto your little cunt-" He felt you tighten around his fingers, your body tensing up with every pump. He laughed, kissing yhour clit. "Are you gonna cum?" He asked sweetly, the sweetness mimiced toxicity however, like a sickeningly sweet cherry syrup sliding into your mouth. You nodded shakily, and in response to that, he yanked his fingers out of you, making you whimper and cry out, wanting to feel more of his adrenaline rush. "Unnhh... Red Velveet... whyyy..." you dragged impatiently, trying to each for his blood stained hand, however he pushned you down before you could even get the chance.

大丈夫、誰も試したことがない密花-ヒソカ-を摘んで添えれば、赤裸々に視える二度、届かぬ祈り Ah、昏い瞳-め-に伝染-うつ-る諦めが────…………

『It’s all right, no one was testing you Once you pluck and trim a secret flower, it appears naked A prayer that won’t be conveyed twice Ah, the defeat infecting your dark eyes────…………』

He licked away at his hand and lips like a graceful animal, almost showing some kind of twisted sign of humanity left in him. Panting, you were still ledt dizzied as you felt him mount at your entrance. "Red, please..." you muttered out in your stupor. "Red, please what?" After your glowing face blushed, your eyes watering over, he giggled and leaned down into your neck. "Say it. Say you're Red Velvet's dirty little whore and that you want my cock in you." He whispered against the shell of your ear. You grimaced and panted in response before recovering a sharp smack to your thigh. “Say it!” Whimpering, rubbing your legs together, you stutter out… “I… I’m.. Red… R-Red Velvet’s li-little whore a-and I… I-I-I wannnt hic-his cock ins-side of me..” you hiccuped. Chuckling darkly, he kissed your neck in reward. “Good girl, now say..” he prepped, taking in a breath, “I want your baaby Red, I want your baaaby, Red..” he cooed mockingly in your ear with a high piched voice to off brand your own.

A... a baby? You didn't expect that. You both never really brought up the future possibility of children, actually you remembered that Red stated himself that he was against having kids right now given his current predicament. He didn't want to harm them... at least you thought. But why was he making you say that? Maybe he had different intentions behind those words, to make you look even dirtier maybe? To objectify you? No, you couldn't bare the thought... maybe it was a possession type thing. Yeah, that made the most sense here. It was too close to hold hands with his feelings of jealousy, it had to have been that. Nevertheless, wwith doubts spinning around your head, you once again repeated what he said, to his amusement. He let out a sadistic chuckle before sighing in ecstacy, holding onto your hips and guiding you into a mating press. You felt the tip of his cock touch you, teasing your opening, almost begging to be let inside as the tip of his cock felt wet and hot, oozing precum into you. He once again poured his eyes into yours, and pushed into you like a ram opening a door. Full steam ahead kind of vibe.

この罰に従事し、隷属-れいぞく-されてる愛磨り潰した苺の罪-ストロベリィジャム-を、ひと匙塗りたくればもっと、美味しいよ

あの願いを裏切れば産まれる記憶の彼方にある光、消して踏みはずし────………… 踏みはずし────………… 踏みはずし────…………

『Engaging in this punishment, an enslaved love Once the mashed strawberry jam of sin is spread thickly with a single spoon, It’s even more delicious!

Born in betrayal of that wish, The light that exists beyond memory disappears, Doomed to fail────………… Doomed to fail────………… Doomed to fail────…………』

Kissing at your neck with venomous fervor, you felt him slowly pull out of you only to push back in just as hard as his initial entry. You eyes rolled back into your head is it too simultaneously rolled over, the feeling of that twisted painful pleasure once again clouded your brain in waves, cancelling out any rational thought you may have had. With your head pressed against the pillow, Red Velvet put a hand at your throat, threatenting to squeeze the warm, tender flesh of your neck. His fingers, painted the cursed peppermint stripes and animal like claws adorning his nails, squeezed gently at your throat and as he thrusted, he watched the blood gather into your cheeks, the blood getting stuck there with nowhere else to flow. The air that you once had was being stomped out of you with his monstrous hand, choking you, putting your air supply on a thread. Yet... the dizzying pleasure this brought was enough to make you hurt. It felt so wrong to let him do you this way yet... at the same time you never felt so right to be so wrong. You moaned through the little air you had, crying out as he squeezed just a bit more... just a bit more pressure there. He smiled through grunts and groans as he pressed against you, your legs pressed against his shoulders firmly. The bed started to gently creak with each foul motion you two made in synchrony.

"R-Re-ed Ve-elve-e-e-etttt...! AaAaAhhh!" You screamed out as he let go of your throat, gaining oxygen in thrushes, making you cough up. He only sped up as you screamed his name, letting it fill his ears like a serenade. Just a bit more...

さあ、亡骸を抱き Ah、甘き死の予感を呼び戻す。。。

あの丘で十字に、磔-はりつけ-られてる愛磨り潰した苺の罪-ストロベリィジャム-を、ひと匙塗りたくればもっと、美味しいよ

この罰に従事し、隷属-れいぞく-されてる愛磨り潰した苺の罪-ストロベリィジャム-を、ひと匙塗りたくればもっと、美味しいよ

赦されずに生きてきた恥らい遺した「傷跡」だけ、確かならば－

『So, embracing a corpse, Ah, recalling premonitions of a sweet death...

Crosswise on that hill, a crucified love Once the mashed strawberry jam of sin is spread thickly with a single spoon, It’s even more delicious!

Engaging in this punishment, an enslaved love Once the mashed strawberry jam of sin is spread thickly with a single spoon, It’s even more delicious!

Such an intolerable shame came to be If only the ‘scars’ left behind are certain-』

That blurry feeling came back. Your surroundings melted away like jelly as your eyes crossed. You didn't even acknowledge the fact that your orgasm had came. A mixture of cum and blood leaked down your inner thigh as Red Velvet continued to pound you abused sex.

接吻-くちづ-けて────…………

『I kiss you...』

The sounds around you meshed together, almost like you were in a cave. Red Velvet continued to pound you in. You thought he said he was going to cum, but you didn't even know. You couldn't even scream anymore. Your body completely gave into his sick, childish desires.

接吻-くちづ-けて────…………

『I kiss you...』

You felt him still with one last gutteral groan, and then afterward you felt a torrent of hot seed flash into you. He sighed and panted, looking into your lust torn eyes. You watched his mouth move, bit it was still all gibberish you couldn't make out. You had to come down, as did he. 接吻-くちづ-けて────…………

『I kiss you...』

His body sunk down onto yours softly with a quiet thud as some parts of his long hair hit his sheets. He started to kiss your neck, your collarbone, your cheeks, he started to kiss you everywhere... and you slowly came back down to see him cuddled up in your arms, a comfortable smile plastered onto his lips as he took in the warmth and the new scent of your breasts. You stroked his hair, with a matching smile... and you drifted off the same way he did, now one...

接吻-くちづ-けて────…………

『I kiss you...』

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pink-esc · 1 year ago

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i love reading posts that are like harshly criticizing characters or plot i know nothing about and then i look at the tags and it’s Cookie Run Kingdom

#the fans go hard ig #idk keep doing what y’all do #something something Radish Cookie or something like that #I think i’ve even seen smut for the cookies #text post #black pearl cookie #licorice cookie #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #:)

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loveneversleepss · 6 months ago

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TROPE SERIES: Bang Chan

Mama's boy/royalty pt.3

Pairing: childhood friend!Chan x female reader (reader has assigned name).

Trope: second chance, childhood love

Warnings: cursing, jealousy, slight angst, bullying, smut duh, unprotected sex (srry), oral sex, nicknames, blood and death.

w.c: 10 k

Has anyone told you to not trust boys? You learned that the hard way. You fell in love with one.

It didn’t happen all at once. It was all so innocent, simply a friendship in the beginning. That’s where you made the mistake, becoming friends with him.

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It was the first day of kindergarten, everything felt so new. You stood at the front of the gates, hand in hand with your father. You turned to him nervously, biting the inner corner of your cheek. He smiled reassuringly at you and squeezed your little hand. “It will be alright, you got this. Keep your head up.” He handed you your lunch pail and pinched your cheek teasingly, it hurt but in a way it helped you. Helped you to muster up the courage to march into the gates and begin a new start.

But as soon as you stepped near your class, you were pushed over. Your hands scraped across the pavement and you scrunched up your nose in pain. “Oops.” you turned your head to see the culprit, a boy laughing with his group of friends. He reached out his hand for you to grab and you hesitated. “Not gonna take it? Fine.” He kicked your lunch pail away, the food trampling out. He tugged on your pigtail, hard and pushed you over on your back. “From now on, I will make your life a living hell.” He licked the palm of his hand and smeared it across your face. You laid frozen as he walked away, tears flowing in your eyes.

“Are you okay?” A brown haired boy came running to you, he kneeled down next to you. He stuck out his hand, but you didn’t hesitate to take it. “Don’t cry,” he wiped a tear off your cheek. You stared at his reassuring look, his soft dimples really popped out to you. “Come on, let’s tell the teacher.” He held you the whole way, spoke for you about what happened when you couldn’t speak up. But what they said next, ruined you.

“Oh, he’s just a boy.” you were stunned. It felt wrong. Why would they dismiss it just like that? Just because he’s a boy? Because you did something to make him do it? No, you didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t do anything for him to do that, for him to touch you in that way. He practically walked away with a slap on the wrist.

“I'm sorry about that,” the boy apologized to you. He held out a piece of licorice to see if it would make you feel better. “Why are you sorry? You weren’t the one who hurt me,” you took it and snapped off a piece with your mouth. He sighed heavily, “I just wish I could’ve done more to help.” You patted his back, “you did help, you saved me.” He smiled brightly at you, which made you smile. “Anyways, I’m Chan.” you cleared your throat, “I’m Vanessa.” He frowned and tilted his head, “I think I’ll call you Nessa instead.” You giggled, no one’s ever called you that before. He wrapped his pinky around his, “as long as I’m here, no one can hurt you.” you wanted to believe it, so you did.

Although it didn’t get better. You dreaded each day of elementary school, you were constantly bullied by that boy. Theo was his name. Chan tried his best to save you. You appreciated him so much. He was the light at the end of the cold, dark tunnel. But remember that teacher? You found out that was his mother. She always seemed to have something against you. Even though they lived next door, you weren't allowed over. But he always came to yours.

Chan had invited you over for a playdate once for the first time. Which ended up being your last. You were eating cookies on his bedroom floor when she stormed in. She snatched the cookie from your hand and demanded you go home. She said, “you’re damaged goods.” Which at the time you didn’t know what she meant. But now you realized she was talking about that incident. But, there was a time where Chan and you didn’t talk.

“Chan!” You ran over to him, your backpack flinging side to side with your movements. “Look what I got you~” You said in a singsong voice and pulled out a cup that had Spider-Man on it. You expected him to be beaming with joy, but he wasn’t. He stared at it with no expression and then changed his gaze to the side. “I can’t talk to you anymore.” Your hands dropped to your side, cup in hand and your face frowned. “Why?” His eyes flickered behind you, and you turned to see his mom standing with her arms crossed, glaring at you. You turned back around to look at him, he couldn’t look you in the eyes. “I’m sorry Nessa.” He walked to his mom and she patted his head and pushed him in front of her, leaving you alone with the cup.

After that, everything got worse. You were bullied even worse, and you still held onto hope that one day, Chan would come to your rescue. But it faded as you were kicked and slapped by those boys. Your worst nightmare, provided by Theo, came true. “You’re pathetic!” Kick. “No one wants to be your friend.” Spit. “Not even Chan. Your true love!” He laughed and mocked you. You guess you blacked out once you felt a blow to your head. You felt yourself wake up, but your eyes did not open, but you were aware of your body. “Please be okay,” you heard a sob and recognized the voice. Chan. His arms were around yours, holding you tight.

“Will she be okay?” you heard a male voice and didn’t recognize it. “Move aside, let me help her.” He let go of you and your eyes fluttered open. You gasped hard at the stranger in front of you. You screamed, “stay away!” You crawled away and cradled yourself . “Nessa, it’s okay. It’s just your dad.” you stared at him in disbelief. “What do you want?” His dad sighed and approached cautiously, “we’re just gonna dress your wounds.”

He walked you home after, holding you up. How the heck are you gonna explain what happened to your parents? “What am I gonna say to them?” Chan shook his head, he had no idea either. “I had no idea what to do earlier. your dad is a doctor and I didn’t know who else to call for help.” You broke away from his hold. “You don’t have to tell me anything.” You began to walk on your own up the driveway when he stopped you. “I still wanna be friends with you.” you stopped in your tracks and looked at him with disgust. “Why now?” He rocked himself back and forth while keeping his head down, “I didn’t know what to do. I always listen to your mom.” you rolled your eyes and scoffed, and was about to say a smart remark but he beat you to it. “But I don’t want to anymore. All you want, more than anything, is to be your friend.”

He picked up his head and his pinky rose. “I swear to be your friend, now and forever.” It was cheesy and made you cringe, but also made you smile. You walked over and entangled yours with his. “Friends.” You felt a sudden urge to kiss his cheek, so you leaned forward and tried to peck his cheek. But he turned suddenly and your lips pushed into his. Your first kiss. You jumped back and then you heard the door open, your parents gasp. Right. Now to explain the cuts. They ran to you and cautiously examined me. You simply told them, “I had a little spar with a girl.” They stared at each other and chose to believe you. They led you back inside and before you entered your house, you made sure to wake Chan goodbye. He waved back with a silly grin and you knew everything would go back to normal.

But it didn’t, after a short 6 years. He moved away to Korea, and the only life you knew was gone. “I don’t want you to go!” You cried in his arms, begging him. You were shaking and holding onto him with the hope of convincing him. “I have to Nessa,” you shook your head no and sobbed. “My mom insists I have to go. Please understand,” he holds onto you equally hard as you. You look up at him, his dimples as prominent as ever. “I’ll be back by the time we go to highschool, I promise.” He held his pinky out to me, and you tied yours around his. “You better.”

You had a very hard time during those years. The bullying didn’t stop until something happened. Surprisingly Theo left you alone. His goons didn’t but he didn’t engage in any action towards you. But you remember a day, you had come home with bruises from them. It was your 7th grade year. He had watched and stood away from engaging. After they were done with you, he stayed standing above you. You were crying and holding your wounds, you glared at him. “What did you ever do to you?!” You trembled as he stepped towards you. “Why do I deserve this?” He tried to reach out for you but you backed away in fear. “I’m sorry, we’ll leave you alone.” He kept his word, he left you alone and so did his friends from ever uttering your name again.

When you came home, your parents were furious. They had a huge fight, saying things like, “this is all your fault our daughter is like this!” “You don’t know what I’ve been doing for her!” You walked away and waited outside for the arguing to stop. You sat on the grass and watched the sunset, your favorite thing to do since you were a child with Chan. But he’s gone now. Because of his mom. You checked your messages, and he texted you a few minutes ago.

Me 2:05pm

Have you made friends yet?

Channie<3 2:36pm

Yeah, I have

There’s this one girl who sat by me in class today.

She's really nice and gave you half of her lunch since I love triangle kimbap :)

She asked me to hangout after school tmrw

You stared at the message and had this terrible feeling grow in your heart. You felt as if you were going to throw up. You clocked your phone off and clenched it, a girl huh? Will she be your replacement? You can’t think like that. You’ll answer him later.

“Nessa!” you shuddered at the name. No one’s called you that since he did. You turned to see Chan’s mom, Celeste, calling you over. Your heart dropped and your fists clenched as you faked a smile. She took it as an invitation to come over to you. “Oh my! What happened to you!” You have no idea how much you hate this woman. She sighed heavily, “I wanted to apologize for your past mistakes..” you stood confused, she wants to apologize? “I never should’ve treated you that way and you want to make it up to you.” you sighed, listening to her. Her head tilts to the side and she looks around, “Why don’t you come inside?” That was the last place you wanted to be. You hear a glass shatter from inside your house and close your eyes at the thought. But you needed someone. You needed to be anyplace that could get your mind off things. You nod your head and follow her.

She motions for you to sit at the chair in front of her. You sit reluctantly and she sits across from you. “Are you having problems at school, Nessa?” You rolled your eyes, “are you trying to play the concerned neighbor? What exactly do you want?” She laughed to herself and set her cupped hands on the table. “You’re smart, you knew I had a motive.” You nod your head and shoot her a glare saying ‘get on with it.’ “I have this side gig now, it will train you physically to be a so-called bounty hunter. It pays good money and I think it would help with your situation.” You bit your bottom lip, this would lead you to beat people up and one day. Have to kill someone for money. She reaches for your hand on the table, “you don’t have to make a decision now. I’m asking for a lot.” You clench your hand under hers. “Will you promise not to force you to do anything you won’t want to?” She sits back and thinks for a while, then she says, “deal. I won’t force anything on you.”

I paused, “I don’t think it would be good for me.” she frowned and clicked her tongue. “I know Chan would’ve liked that we get along. This could’ve been our chance..” she sighed and sat back in her chair. You fidgeted and thought, then came to a conclusion. “Fine, I’ll do it.” She gave you the details, you would meet up at her house after school and she would take you to a training place. You described it to your parents as tutoring since she was a teacher and you needed extra help. It was all a lie. You tried to keep in contact with Chan afterwards. But after you found out news about the new girl, you didn’t want to talk to him.

Me 6:56pm

Ugh I’m so tired from today.

Channie 9:17pm

Were you working out?

Me 9:20pm

Something like that

How’s Korea going?

Channie 9:24pm

Omg I totally forgot to tell you!

Me 9:27pm

Tell me

Channie 9:33

I started dating that girl, yk the one who shared her lunch with me

Anyways you found out we have a lot in common

Her name’s soojin

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You decided not to answer him. The news shattered me. You cried for days in secret. You trained at your hardest and used that pain to get you through everything. Fuck him.

The training was extreme; One day, you felt your emotions really hard. “Harder!” She yelled and you kicked with force. “Harder!” you kicked one again with more force. “Harder Nessa!” you kicked your hardest and began panting. She got in your face and started to scream, “that’s what you call a kick? How pathetic, you’re better than this!”

“I’m trying ma’am.” She scoffed and laughed as if you told a hilarious joke. “You’re not trying hard enough.. you’re weak! An embarrassment if you ever think that’ll be good enough!” You took the words to heart. You shook your head as tears began to pile up. “I am good enough-“ She pushed you back a little, “no you’re not!” your anxiety and fear turned into anger. It began to build. “My son would never want anyone like you!” You screamed and kicked with full force, the bag broke off the hook and landed on the floor. The spot where you kicked, broken in and fabric falling out.

You breathed heavily and she applauded, “see what happens when you use your emotions? You get better. No need to be afraid of them.” That was the first lesson she taught me. The next training for years was learning to fight, flexibility training, weapons mastery, and horrible endurance training. Putting you under water for minutes to build up your breath-holding skills, running in rain and heat, learning to take hits, and the most important lesson. Loyalty training which had you under torturing mechanisms.

The training definitely helped you defend yourself better. It also grew your confidence and helped you establish yourself. You were a high performing student, having the best grades and always having an honor roll. You grew into your looks and explored styles and makeup. Perfecting it during those three years. You realized you had truly evolved at one of your training sessions.

Chan’s mom, Celeste always admired you after you excelled. “Perfect, Nessa. You’ve really turned into a prodigy.” And always after that, she would slither off into meetings. You felt real progress and extreme satisfaction with yourself. You had grown really close to Celeste as after training she would take you out. You were the daughter she never had. At dinner you had asked her about Chan. She frowned, “I can’t say anything about his situation since he’s in Korea but.. You can say you don’t approve of this supposed relationship of his.” You choked on your soda. You cleared your throat and smiled, “you know about it?” She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, “of course I do. You know everything. But when he comes back and still with said girlfriend. It won’t last, trust me.”

You giggled, knowing that she doesn’t approve. Because you know she’ll do everything in her power to ensure it. He’s a mama's boy, he’ll do anything she says. You were assigned your first job, in eighth grade. To find and capture a man, no one would suspect a child like you to do it. But you successfully did, and you became one of the best bounty hunters she had. And the youngest. your jobs would be easy, you would always get them done like nothing. But you realized outside of doing this job. You had nobody. You expressed your feelings to Celeste. She understood you and never made you feel that you didn’t matter. The next day, you came to find a boy standing in your training spot. You recognized him, he was Chan’s friend when you weren’t talking. The ray of sunshine. What would he be doing here?

Celeste called you to her and the boy turned to you, “Felix this is Nessa. Your mentor.” you looked at her in disbelief. Mentor? He smiled brightly at you, practically blinding you. “Hi,” he said and you smiled back at him awkwardly. You nodded your head and Celeste grinned, “you will be working together from now on. So, best get to know each other.” You bit the inside of your cheek, looks like she intended for him to be with you, so you’re no longer lonely. She walked away and patted your back. He smiled awaiting your attention. “First thing, you’re gonna have to get rid of that smile.” He frowned immediately, “wouldn’t it be more convincing that I was good?” You shook your head, “you’re trying to go unnoticed, not show off your charisma.”

“So you think I have charisma?” You ignored him and led him to the mat. “Come on, show you what you got.” He stood confused and uncomfortable. “You want me to fight you? But you’re a girl.” You smirked and charged at him, dropping down and sliding against the floor, hooking his leg and down he went. He slammed against the mat with a groan and gripped his shoulder. “First lesson, it doesn’t matter who your target is. You get the job done.” He jumped up and assumed a fighting stance. You adjusted his arms, “sloppy.” You brought them up and gave it a stern shake, “this needs to be strong. The basics need to be laid down correctly or you will practice it wrong.”

He looked fondly into your eyes, which made you freeze. “Chan was an idiot to leave you.” you dropped down again and swiped his leg. But this time he didn’t budge and dodged you. He smirked and brought you up by your chin, “I won’t make the same mistake.” you shoved him off, “No more talking from you.” He sighed and crossed his arms, trying to flex them. “You know, I do taekwondo.” you tilted your head and scoffed, “but still you got dropped down by me.” His tongue rolled between his bottom teeth and lips then it grew into a smile. This was the beginning of a great friendship.

Once highschool came around, you were no longer that shaken little girl. You knew exactly who you were and no one could stop you. You got up that morning with a pep in your step which sounds corny, you know. But you were truly happy with yourself . You curled your hair, put on a full face of makeup and a streetwear fit. You kissed your mom good-bye as your dad wanted to drive you to school. It’s his own tradition to drive you on your first-days. “Looks like someone is moving in next door.” You looked over at what was Chan’s house. You saw a moving van outside and shrugged it off, not thinking about it again on the way to school. Once you pulled up, he gave you that reassuring pinch on your cheek and told me, “keep your head up sweetie.”

And you did, until you saw him.

He was facing away from you, chatting to a group of people whose faces were full of amazement. Figures. He was always the joy of the group. You didn’t recognize him at first, until he turned his head slightly. Those soft dimples you know out of anywhere. You froze in your spot as you stared at him. But you were interrupted when you noticed stares at you. Whispering and pointing at me. “Who’s she?” “She’s gorgeous?” “Is she new?” You realized, they weren’t judging you. They were admiring you.

“Vanessa?” Your name was called from the group talking to Chan. He turned and his mouth dropped in shock. You realized who called your name was Theo, seriously? You decided maybe you should say hi to Chan, as you were walking. You were blocked by a tall boy. “Excuse me, you think you’re really pretty. Could you have your number?” you laughed slightly in shock and looked at his phone. “I don’t have a phone.” He smiled at you awkwardly and walked away. Barf. You looked back at Chan who had a look you’ve never seen on his face before.

He looks so different. His hair is dyed blond and his skin is so white now. Nothing like the younger him you knew. Then again, you don’t look the same either. You see Felix waving to you in the distance and you brighten up. You begin walking to him, Theo tries to walk up to you but you walk the opposite direction and flip him off. The group laughs as he stands stunned, watching you walk away. You walked to Felix and he put his arm around you. You looked back at Chan, who was glaring, not at you but Felix.

The rest of the day was boring, zero classes with Felix or Chan. First days are always filled with introduction games or dumb lectures. You sat waiting by a tree, a bench was next to it. Painted by the equality for all club with a rainbow. But you stood standing as you scrolled on your phone, waiting for your dad to pick you up. You texted Felix but he had already gone home and you sat unsatisfied. Just then your dad texted you to walk home due to him being stuck at work. It’s only 2 miles. You heard a bunch of cheering and screaming from a car, a white convertible car with the girl you fought with in middle school. She claimed you wanted her man.

“Why don’t we like them?” You jumped and turned to see Chan standing next to you. You looked around and stood cautiously away from him. “You were kinda glaring at them,” he took a step forward out of the tree’s shadow, the sun hitting his eyes. Your heart began to speed up, your words were taken away. “It’s just some middle school stuff,” you worded simply and adjusted your bag. He nodded his head and bit the inside of his cheek, “I guess I missed a lot. Didn't I?” You sighed heavily, “you did.” His lips moved to the side and you watched his eyes scan you, head to toe. “Well, I kept my promise. I came back.” You shook your head and bit your bottom lip, “you just came too late. I’d forgotten all about you.” You saw him practically crumble from your words, but you couldn’t care less and tried to leave him there. You had more important things. But he stopped you.

“I know about your relationship with my mom.” You stopped in your tracks and slowly turned to him. “I know you’re working for her… really, Nessa?” You sighed heavily and tried to calm your building anger, “you have no right to judge me. You have no idea what I’ve been through. I did what I did to keep me sane.” You continued to walk and he followed close behind. He didn’t say anything and just followed you. Until you got to the front door of your house.

Maybe you were too harsh. But what did he expect? That you’d welcome him with open arms and you’d pretend those three long years never happened? No way. Your head wasn't in the right space. “Hey,” you turned around to him standing nearby. “Can I speak my mind and bother you for a second?” You sighed, “you always bother me but go ahead.” He smiled and his hands cupped nervously in his lap. “I felt like our conversation earlier ended badly.” You raised an eyebrow at him, and shook your head. He followed you home for this?

“What did you expect Chan? That I would come back running to you?” He turned his body fully to you, “yes I actually did. I thought we had something.” You stood up fully and your voice was getting louder, “we had a friendship which ended the day your mommy told you to leave.” He scoffed, “I tried to stay connected with you. I called and texted you but you never answered.” You walked away from the porch and vented out to him, “I didn’t want to affect your perfect life over there. I thought you would be better off without me which actually was the truth. I couldn’t tell you anything I was going through because you wouldn’t understand from a thousand miles away! You weren’t here for me! I was alone!”

Tears filled up in your eyes and you tried to blink them away. But they poured down your cheeks. He was about to speak when a voice came from behind you. “Nes?” you turned to see Felix coming out of your house. “Baby, what’s wrong?” One thing, you forgot to mention.

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It was last month, during the summer. Felix and you were training together, a secret one. It was late at night and no one else was there. We were wrestling and trying moves on each other. A certain move would accidentally drop us both to the ground. We laid laughing as we stayed on the floor. We both grew quiet as we stared into each other's eyes. Our breathing was heavy, chest rising and falling and it seemed time had stopped. your heart was beginning to race, not because of the training, but because of how you felt for him. “I wanna take you out on a date.”He snapped you back into reality and you sat up quickly.

“What?” you mumbled and he sat up cautiously. He softly took your hand in his, “I really like you Nes.” Nes was the nickname he decided was fit for you. You didn’t mind it. “I want to be with you, if you want that too.” He had grown too as you did. He dyed his hair blond and his skin had lightened but still a perfect tan. His freckles popped out extremely like stars. You looked at your hands, his entangled with mine.. “no.” You declined him because you still had feelings for Chan and you explained that to him. He respected it but started calling you a new nickname, cry baby. For your unrequited love for Chan.

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He looked at Chan then you, he immediately eloped you in his arms to protect you. Which you gladly sobbed into. “I think you need to go, Chan.” But Chan didn’t, he glared at him. “I’m not the problem here.” You tightly gripped Felix’s shirt to not engage. Which he didn’t but Chan continued, “so I go away for a while and you jump onto your best friend? How desperate are you?” You felt Felix’s chest begin to puff up with rage. “You were the idiot to leave her in the first place. I would never treat her the way you did.” Chan stepped closer which caused you to push him back, “back off. You don’t get to do this.” you grabbed Felix’s hand and pushed him inside.

You turned to Chan. “I can’t believe you..” He muttered and you nearly spat your words at him. “I don’t even know why you're mad. Felix is just my best friend and he’s been here for me. Why can’t you just respect that?” The look in his eyes has returned, hope. But you didn’t stay around to see it. You went inside. You went into your bedroom where you told Felix how you felt about Chan currently, you hate him. He understood you. There was no judgment from him. He trusted you and reminded you that he’s here for you. It made you feel better, your phone began to ring and you saw it was Celeste. “Nessa!” She snapped as you answered the phone. Right, your job.

She explained exactly what you needed to do and who your target was. But, to do it alone. You hadn’t done one by yourself in a long time, Felix is your partner. You explain to Felix you need to do the job and you leave. Your head wasn’t in the right space. You made a big mistake and you paid the price.

Your target was prepared but you managed to get him trapped on the rooftop. He did not go down without a fight. He was aggressive and knocked you down multiple times. We were near the ledge and you messed up. You kicked him too hard, which he went toppling over the ledge. You had killed the person you were after. The one thing you promised yourself you wouldn’t do. You had no choice but to run to Celeste. It was pouring but it didn’t bother you. You knocked impatiently at her door. Only for it to be opened by Chan.

“Nessa? What are you doing here?” You pushed past him and yelled out, “Celeste!” She came from the kitchen and you ran to her, hugging her tightly. “I messed up. I messed up really bad!” She ordered Chan upstairs as you cried into her chest. But he wouldn’t budge as you sobbed out what happened to her. “I messed up really bad, I killed him. I don’t ever want to do this again, I’m done with bounty hunting.” You felt her head move towards Chan, she forced you to look up at her. “I’ll take care of it, I’ll protect you. I promise.” She broke the hold to call someone. “Chan, stay with her.” She walked into the other room and you heard hushed yelling from her.

The feeling began to seep in. “I need to go home,” you spoke aloud. “Yeah, I’ll take you. Come on,” he laid a sweater around your shoulders. He led you by your hand and walked you over to your house. You stopped at your door and reached for the handle. But you paused before opening. “Chan?” He jumped eagerly in your direction, “yes?” You sighed softly, “do you wanna come inside? I don’t wanna be alone.” He stepped closer and smiled softly, “I would love to, whatever you need.”

You led him inside and saw your parents cuddling on the couch. “Hey Chan, it’s been a while!” He smiled and said hello. “We’re just gonna be in my room.” They looked at each other and smirked, “just like old times. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Your dad teased you and you smiled awkwardly. Chan laughed softly to himself as you led him upstairs. You opened the door to your room and left it open. He walked in cautiously, analyzing every part. “It looks the same but so different,” he mumbled to himself. You sat on the edge of your bed and grabbed your computer. “I just have to send something. Sit anywhere you’d like.” You were typing what happened to Felix on an undetectable site and glanced up at Chan.

He hasn’t sat down but keeps circling the room. He stopped at your photo wall. Partially at photos of you and Felix. You sent the message and closed the app. “The memories, right?” You got up and joined his side. You pointed out a photo of you and him, “we were so tiny.” He smiled and took the pin off, he held the photo close to his face. “This is the only picture you have of us on the wall.” You were silent. It seems he took it to heart about all the pictures of you and Felix. It was nothing personal. He walked over to your desk and sat in your chair. He laid the photo in his lap, “I’m sorry about earlier. You just-“ He sighed heavily, not having the words. So you filled it in for him, “you just thought you would stay by myself. Be lonely for those three years of suffering?.. I had to do something Chan.”

He got up softly and gently spoke to you, as if you could break at any second. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve come back sooner.” You couldn’t speak, you were choked up on your words, surprised as tears built up in your eyes. His face is distraught and his eyes are so compelling, so pitiful. “Why?” He cupped your face with his hands, holding you tight. “Why? I would’ve come back if you just said the words.” You let the tears drip in his hands and looked at him, “I couldn’t…” His eyes scanned your face, awaiting words of relief. “I know you didn’t love me the way I did.” Your words were broken and he shook his head, tears filling up in his eyes. He didn’t respond, just let tears flow down. “I loved you all those years, you couldn’t understand but I did. Truly.” You didn’t give him a chance to speak or respond. You pushed his hands on your face and he tried to get ahold of you again. “Just don’t.”

He gave up and you turned away, facing your bed. “I think you should go, Chan.” He shook his head, “you said you didn’t want to be alone.” You felt his presence get closer. “I’m okay,” you said unconvincingly. “No, you’re not. Don’t lie to me.” He laid his hand on your shoulder but you shrugged him off. He backed off finally and you reached for your phone. You turned slightly to see him just standing there as you dialed Felix’s number. You brought the phone up to your ear and he answered, “can you come over? I need you.” Once Chan heard those words, his face winced and he walked out. The memories of you saying those words to him once, now turned into you saying it to Felix broke him. Felix showed up 15 minutes later, he held you to sleep with no questions asked. He just did what you needed.

You went to school the next day reluctantly. You put on your poker face and tried to seem normal. You ran into the boy from the other day. “Hey, you just wanted to let you know there’s a party tomorrow to celebrate the first week of school.” It was already Thursday. You nodded your head in response and he moved on after that. You felt so drained, you don’t think you’ve felt like this in forever. Felix stayed by your side all day but it didn’t make you feel better. You went home feeling so tired. All you wanted was your bed. Until that plan was interrupted. You were laying under the sheets when a hand caressed your arm. “Nessa,” she softly spoke to you. “It’s Celeste. You need to get out of bed sweetie.” You shook your head and stayed under.

You heard footsteps and assumed she left. But you felt your legs get grabbed and you were pulled off the bed. You launched to the ground with a loud thud and you groaned. “Really, Celeste?” You grumpily got up from the pile of sheets that fell with you and threw it back on your bed. “I tried the nice way but you asked for it.” You stood with your arms crossed. She walked forward and wrapped her arms around you. “I took care of it. Don’t worry about it, mistakes happen.” You took your head off her chest and looked up at her. “I don’t want to be a bounty hunter anymore.” Her expression was emotionless, “I cleaned up your mess but you will not make it again. Understood?” She ignored you once again. You nodded your head in fear. She sighed and sat on your bed. “Maybe all this boy drama is making you hazy. We best take care of that, maybe Felix has to go.” Go? Like, kill him? you know she’s capable of it.

“What if I stopped being his partner or his friend?” She jittered her bottom jaw and nodded her head, “maybe.” You don’t want to. You don’t want him to get hurt. But you have to do what’s best for him. Because you love him. You called him with the news and tried to be as blunt as possible. He begged and begged you but all you could say was no. You told him one day you would come back to him, but just not now. “Please just wait for me.” You nearly sobbed out loud to him, he was crying his heart out. You had to break away and leave him like that. That was the hardest thing you’ve ever done. He was taken out of being your bounty hunter partner. You were back to being lonely.

“Hey,” Celeste came up to you the next day after school. When you were reading on the porch. “Why don’t you come to mine for a bit. We should talk.” Your legs moved on their own even though your head was screaming not to go. She sat you down on the kitchen island and dragged a mug of hot chocolate for you. “I’m sorry that stuff ended with Felix but it had to be that way.” You heard a creak from around the corner and looked, nothing… You focused back on her. “We should talk about our work.” There’s absolutely nothing to talk about, you’ve made up your mind and won’t tolerate it anymore. “I meant what I said, I’m done with bounty hunting.” Her phone began to ring and she hurriedly rose, “imma take this in the office, I’ll be back.” Her shoes clicked against the marble floor and you heard the door shut.

“Nessa,” you jumped in your seat and turned quickly. “Chan, you scared me.” He walked to you and sipped on your hot chocolate which made you frown. “So,” he licked off the frosting from his upper lip. “You and my mom are close, huh?” Luckily, you were prepared for this question. “She just helped me through a hard time, your parents were fighting a lot during middle school. She was my escape.” He sighed, “I really do wish I was there for you.” you laid your hand on his, “don't worry about it.” You tried to give him a reassuring smile which he took. “About what you said, about loving me… just know I loved you too.” Your heart skipped a beat, your childhood love telling you he loved me.

“And…” His eyes scanned your face for disgust or discomfort but there wasn’t. “I think I'm still in love with you.” He snapped you back into this reality. You can’t believe everything he says. It’s too soon. “Don’t be.” You sighed out loud and got up. “Tell Celeste thanks for coco, imma go home.” You opened his front door but he called out for me. He held out his phone, “I didn’t know if you changed your number or not.” you stared at it, “I didn’t. You made sure I didn’t change it, for you.” His eyebrows lifted up and his mouth moved to speak but you left before he could stop you again. He texted you an hour later.

Chan 6:37pm

Hey

Me 6:45pm

Chan 6:48pm

You really didn’t change your number..

Me 6:52pm

I didn’t

Chan 6:55pm

I want things to be like they used to be

Me 6:59pm

Maybe one day

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I decided not to show up at school the next day. Celeste spotted you at home and called you. “And why aren’t you at school?” You sighed heavily and rubbed your forehead. “I didn’t feel like it.” She tsked her tongue and mentions, “Chan keeps mentioning about a big party tonight. You should go. Make friends and try to have fun.” You checked the time, 5:00. Party’s at 8. “Why not?”

You got ready but decided to style yourself differently. Revealing outfit, short skirt. Host half and down with curls. And jewels highlighting your eyes and some on your skin. Your skin was smooth and you felt beautiful, which you were. It was 7:30 and you put on your heels as the finishing touch. You called an Uber and snuck out. You were about to enter the Uber when you heard your name called, “Nessa!” Chan. Looking handsome as ever. Dressed in all black, his physique showing through a sheer shirt. You nearly fainted at the sight.

His eyes scanned you from head to toe. “Where have you been?” He walked over to you. You had to make an excuse more reasonable than that you weren’t feeling it. “At the doctors.” His eyebrows furrowed and he looked worried, “When? Why?” You sighed, “don’t worry I’m all good. As you can see,” you twirled around for him and he smiled. “I’m going to this party your mom told me about, and said she heard about it from you.” He nodded and licked his lips, “why don’t we go together?” You rocked on it and looked back at the Uber. “Sure.”

You slid all the way to the door and he pulled in next to you. The Uber began to drive since you had given the address prior. Chan peered out the window and would occasionally glance at you, which you caught every time. You felt bold, you laid your legs onto his lap softly. He smiled over to you slightly and laid his hand on your legs. The warmth of his hand was driving you crazy, you wanted him to move his hand lower and lower but he wouldn’t budge. “Do you know anyone going to the party?” You asked and he nodded, “some of my buddies.” You sighed heavily and bit your bottom lip, “I don’t. Felix would go to these things with me but I stopped being friends with him.”

“Is that so?” There was a glint in his eyes and he tried to cover his rising smile. You knew it made him happy to think Felix wasn’t in the picture but you were still sore from it. You shortly arrived and immediately started to think about why the hell you came. You both exited and his friends came running to him. Patting his back and asking if he wants something to drink. Then they all turned to you. “Chan, who’s this?” One of the boys asked. Chan stuttered to say who you were and answered for him annoyed, “I just gave him a ride. Imma go.” His face dropped slightly as you walked away. You suddenly needed a drink.

The music was loud and deafening. But you searched endlessly for a drink. Finding one in the kitchen. “Uh, I wouldn’t drink that.” A familiar voice said and you looked over your shoulder to see Felix. “Here, let me.” You started relentlessly as he poured you a drink. He handed it to you with a smile. You felt immediately worse and stared at your drink. “What’s wrong?” He pushed your hair back from your face and you sucked in a breath. “Why are you being so nice to me?” He looked hurt that you would even ask that, “because in my heart, you’re still my best friend Nes.” Those words shattered your mind.

“Do you wanna go talk somewhere private?” He nodded his head yes and you led him away from the crowds. But you had no idea where to go and he pulled you into a room and closed the door. It was definitely more quiet there. You chugged down the drink he gave you and tried to form the words to explain what happened. “I know, Celeste put you up to it.” But he understood without you even saying anything, by simply looking into your eyes. You melted in his sight. “And it’s okay, I forgive you.” You pulled him into a hug and tried to memorize this embrace. To never forget it. “I swear, Lix. I’ll make it up to you.” Your phone began to ring and you pulled away from Felix slightly.

You looked down to see Chan calling you. You reluctantly answered and sat down on the bed as Felix stayed in the same spot. “Hey I’m kinda busy right now.” He was silent for a few seconds and questioned, “are you with Felix?” You laughed softly as you stared at Felix across from you. “Maybe… I’m having a great time with him. He’s practically begging me to strip.” You joked and Felix laughed softly. His voice turned aggressive and dark, “Don’t piss me off.” You were taken aback by this new version of him. You laughed practically in his face. “Where the fuck are you?” You bit back a laugh, “why don’t you come find me?”

You hung up and knew it made him angry. But you enjoyed the rush from it, it made you feel powerful that you had this much power over him. But you felt tired. “God these heels are killing me.” You reached to take them off but Felix beat you to it. “Let me,” he kneeled on the ground and took off one shoe. Immediate relief and you threw your head back with a sigh. And then the other came off. Sigh. Bang. Chan. He stormed into the room and pushed Felix to the side. “What the hell, Chan?” Felix said as he got up from the floor. “What the fuck are you doing?” He pulled you off the bed and held you close, by your waist. He stroked your face and cupped your cheeks as he stared at you.

“You’re okay? You’re okay right?” He whispered so softly to you, you almost didn’t hear it. “I’m fine Chan, let me go.” You pulled away from him and grabbed your shoes. “God, must you be so jealous? I was just taking off her shoes,” Felix explained. “I’m not jealous. I just was making sure no one was taking advantage of her while she’s drunk.” You put your shoes on as they continued to argue. You were getting tired of this whole situation. “Okay, enough! Nothing happened… I would like to go home now.” “I’ll take you,” they said in unison. You rolled your eyes and pushed past them both. They called your name out but you needed to get away. Away from them and their jealousy with each other.

You ran out to the front of the party and saw a man smoking near his car, Theo. You were desperate and a little drunk, you needed to escape. You ran to him, “is this your car?” He blew out a puff and nodded his head, “what’s it to you?” The familiar attitude and tone screeched in your ears, he will never change. You heard your name being called once again, “let’s get out of here.” He smirked and threw his cigarette on the floor, crushing the fire out. You ran over to the passenger side and entered inside, once he entered he turned on the engine and drove away. You looked out the window as Chan and Felix stood watching you leave.

“So, where to?” You sighed heavily and crossed your ankles. “My house, it's on-” He cut you off mid sentence, “yeah, I know where your house is, I toilet-papered it a couple times.” You got enraged as you realized. During the first year of middle school, every month on the 1st, toilet paper would appear thrown around your yard and house. You didn’t assume it was him when you should’ve. “OMG, THAT WAS YOU?!” You yelled and sat back angrily in your chair and he laughed, a genuine laugh. “My bad, I didn’t realize how much of an asshole I was to you back then.” At least he got that right. “It’s in the past, forget it.”

He rolled up shortly after that and put the car in park. He looked over at you as you stared through the front window. “I really am sorry you know, for everything.” You chewed on the inside of your cheek and sighed, “I know. I forgive you.” You opened the car door, “thanks for the ride,” and left. You walked slowly to your room to not wake your parents up. You went into your room and threw off your heels, flopping on your bed. “Nessa,” you jumped up and grabbed your secret knife under your pillow, and held it up to the person. “Chill, it’s just me,” he threw his hands up. “God, Chan. What are you doing here?” You sat up in the bed and he cautiously sat at the edge. “I came to check up on you, make sure we’re okay.” You laid the knife on your bedside table. “Yeah, um, I just needed to get away from all that drama.”

He laid his hands in his lap neatly, “I'm not proud about all of that. I’m sorry. Give me a second chance to prove myself.” When will you ever stop apologizing to each other? “Don’t apologize just- come here.” You crawled over to him and pulled him down onto his back. He laid still as you laid onto his shoulder and circled his chest. Just like you used to. You felt so warm and safe in his arms, you suddenly remember why you fell for him. And you know you never want to lose him. “Chan?” You whispered softly and he responded, “Hmm?” You love him, you realized. You still do want to be with him. You remember what he said, that he loved you too, and all the nervous butterflies and aching stomach faded. “I love you.” You felt the rise and fall of his chest stop and he froze. He sat up and you were forced to as well.

“You’re still not drunk right?” You laughed and shook your head, “no.-” He pressed his lips against yours suddenly, but you weren’t complaining. His lips were soft against yours and he tasted like pure bliss. He devoured you whole like he was starved. His tongue slipped in and he groaned in content, finally gaining something he craved for so long. He pulled away from you reluctantly, and the way he looked at you, is the way every girl wants to be looked at. “Do you really love me?” You straddled into his lap, his arms were by his side while you adjusted yourself. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and leaned in close to his ear. “Without a doubt,” you began to rock your hips against his length.

A string of curses left his mouth. His hands stayed by his side, reluctant to touch you without permission. “Say you love me back, Channie.” You slid off of him teasingly. “I love you.” You slid down a strap. “I love you.” Off the shirt went. “I love you.” Off your skirt went. “I love you.” And back onto him you went. His cheeks began to redden. You led his hands onto your body, placing them on your breasts. “You want to fuck me Channie?” He sighed heavily as you rocked your hips again. “Please? Please, please. I promise I’ll be so good to you, baby.”

You smirked and laughed softly in delight. “I’m all yours baby.” He flipped you on your back. He stepped back to pull his shirt over his head. You admired him, he’s beautiful. A perfect physique and he’s all yours. He yanked at his waist band and you sucked in a breath. You teasingly spread your legs open as you sat on your elbows. “Come on Channie. You’re taking too long.” You licked your fingers and softly stroked against your panties. His eyes turned lustful and full of desire. He pulled his pants down and you saw his bulge peeking through his underwear. He slowly walked over to you and pulled your legs down to the edge of the bed.

“Let me see your pretty face, hm?” He pushed your hair behind your ears which made you flustered. He hooked a finger into your panties, and pulled it all the way off. You shut your legs and it angered him, “don’t you dare.” He reopened your legs harshly and you have to admit, you like being manhandled. “Take this off, princess.” He motioned to your bra. The nickname sent a wave of emotions over you, easily becoming your favorite thing to be called. You pulled off your bra and threw off the side of the bed. He pushed you down softly and you laid down. He slowly got down to his knees, making eye contact with you the whole time. He stuck out his tongue and licked a stripe up your core.

It instantly hit you, the pleasure of it all and you moaned. He set your legs onto his shoulders and you bit on your bottom lip to stay quiet, after all it is late. He was an expert, skills so advanced you were practically crumbling in his touch. He played with your clit while he stuck his tongue in you all while reaching up to play with your breasts, triple threat. “You’re driving me crazy, so wet.” He mumbled as he got up to kiss your lips. You could taste yourself on his lips. You have to admit you weren’t prepared for what you saw next. He pulled down his underwear and revealed his long length.

It was hard and wet with precum. And most of all, big. You looked into his eyes with worry and he reassured you, “don’t worry. I won’t hurt you, baby.” He kissed your cheek and lingered near your head as he slid himself into you. He gripped heavily into the pillows above your head and you winced in pain. “Just try to relax, okay?” You nodded and tried your best to relax your muscles and enjoy. He pushed higher inside of you and you felt almost a cramp in your abdomen. He watched your face intently to see if you weren’t comfortable with him to keep going.

You wanted to keep going and had to show him. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. “Come on, weren’t you begging for it?” His eyes turned dark, like he was being challenged and you just gave him the green light. He slid out of you abruptly and tossed you onto your stomach. He positioned you with a pillow and arched your back. “Don’t move, princess,” he whispered into your ear as you felt a sharp pressure fall into you. This position is definitely his favorite as he kneads his palms into your butt. He grunts as he snaps into you, your whimpers drooling into the sheets. Everytime he snaps into you, pleasure erupts across your body and your mind becomes even foggier.

You nearly got away from him as you crawled forward when he started to go faster, but he held you in place. Pinning your arms behind your back now, your head on the side and you can see out of the corner of your eye on how much he’s enjoying himself. Head thrown back and mouth agape, dangerous sweat beads falling down from his hair and into his neck. Skin glistening and he looks positively in heaven. Your hips push forward as you try to break free of his hold, you feel a tightening in your stomach and your legs begin to shake. “Fuck, fuck,” he said through his teeth as you tightened around him unmercifully. Your body tensed and then released, you finally relaxed and moaned out into the sheets. He pulled out of you and you felt a warm ooze onto your back and you froze.

“Brat!” You said in a hushed tone, “you better clean my back.” He laughed softly to himself and went over to your desk, grabbing a few tissues from a box and coming to clean your back. “Don’t worry, I got you.”

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You heard a knocking in your window and you walked over to it. It’s been two weeks since you and Chan got together and he always finds new ways to surprise you. You looked down to see Chan standing below, a couple pebbles in his hands. You opened your window and smiled down at him. “Watch out, imma come up.” You took a step back but watched him still. He climbed and leaped up into the window with a form and technique you’ve seen before. The way he swung and jumped was exactly what you were taught. He sat on the sill and hopped inside as you walked away, unable to look at him. “Are you okay?”

You were processing everything, you hadn’t responded to Celeste’s call and texted, avoiding her constantly. Felix had come to you with a solution, to stop her, to stop it all. You were working together to unravel her web, not knowing she had a secret spider creating a trap for you. “You’re working for your mom, aren’t you?” He made no noise or any movement. You turned to him, frozen and staring intently at you. “Did she send you to keep an eye on me? Is that the reason why you came back, or why you were so persistent in being around me?” He made no effort to explain or excuse himself, and you were getting tired of awaiting his response.

“Answer me, Chris.” His name. The name you’ll only say when you’re truly angry at him, and he knows that. He sucks in a breath heavily and admits, “yes. That’s why I came back.” Your eyes threatened to prick tears, “everything was fake.” He rushed over to you and tried to take your hands into his but you snatched yourself away. “No, no. It wasn’t, I truly do love you, Nessa.” You raise your voice at him, “it was fake! I gave you a second chance and this is how you treat me?” He just shakes his head no. “Get out of here, before I take you out myself.” He reluctantly walked back and out the window.

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“You’re certain that they’re next target is them?” You say to Felix. “Yes, we know it for sure. Are you sure you want to do this alone? I can go with you.” You shake your head no and hug him. “I’ll be back soon okay?” You left in a hurry and went to the location of the next bounty Celeste selected. You both were successful in the past and took down many of her hunters without her finding out who you were. You were disguised in all back, weapons at your side and a mask concealing your whole head. You peeked around the corner to no one in the alley. How weird. This was the correct point.

Pain. A sharp blow to your head and you fall to the floor in pain. You looked up to a man standing above you. “Got you,” he said and the voice was muffled, but you recognized who it was anyways. Chan. You were ambushed. He held a gun to your chest but you kicked at his legs which he didn’t expect. This was the time to make no mistakes, it’s life or death. He fought aggressively against you, anticipating your every move and tossing you around. You disarmed him at every chance. You were in a headlock with him until you realized. You reached for your gun in your pocket, to discover it missing and he laughed. One blow. One bullet. You flew back into the ground.

You clutched at your chest, your heart. Trying to stop the bleeding. He held the gun up to you still, “who are you.” You were defeated, and of course it was him who succeeded, he was always your weak spot. Might as well make a show of this. You didn’t budge and he shot again at your shoulder. You screamed and fell onto your knees, he slightly dropped his hold when he heard your screams. You lifted your bloody hand and pulled your mask off. You looked at him with such hatred, such disgust. The irony. Working for his mom, obedient as ever, like he was as a child. You scoffed, “you were always a mama’s boy. Weren’t you?” You smiled as his arms dropped, eyes pooling up with tears.

“Nothing’s new about that.” Your hand dropped to the floor, carrying your almost failing body. “Why don’t you go ahead and finish the job.” You were already dying, you knew it. You felt nearly seconds away from death. “I’m so sorry, Nessa.” Coward. You fell to the floor and slowly slipped away.

And this was all because you liked the wrong boy.

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The funeral was horrible, everyone dressed in black and words of meaningless comfort. “I’m sorry Felix, we know you loved her.” It wasn’t an open casket, they say her face was cut up and covered in bruises. The shot in her heart and shoulder couldn’t be covered in the dress her mom wanted for her. So they decided to have it closed. To say goodbye to a coffin instead of her. I didn’t stay there long after the casket was put into the ground and buried. I went home. I entered the room, and sat on the bed. Then a shadow emerged in front of the door and a smile came onto my face. I looked up and there she was. My Nes… alive and healthy.

You didn’t think I would let her die again.. Did you? She vowed to be with me again, in another life. Yuna. My Yuna. We’ve reunited again and now no one will harm us. This is our second chance and I wouldn’t let her die again. And Chan? He got what was coming for him…

A/n: happy Mother’s Day 💐

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hugemilkshake · 7 months ago

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May I have reader snoozing with Licorice? No smut just snuggles!

Enjoy the milkshake! Bro licorice is one of my favorite characters. I will commit tax fraud for him

Licorice cookie cuddle headcannons

-platonic or romantic-

Licorice Cookie is not the most warm cookie to be honest

But he is tall. So take that as you will.

Licorice Cookies robes are quiet warm tho, so he will attempt to warp the two of you up in them

Now, since Licorice is in the CoD he acts tougher than he actually is. He’s really touch starved so be nice to him

You will probably be the one to initiate cuddles since Licorice try’s to act tough and his ego doesn’t allow him to

When you do get to snuggle up with Licorice, there’s a high chance he will fall asleep

He’s a sleepy lil guy, what do you expect?

#crk #cookie run #crk x reader #licorice cookie

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cindol · 4 months ago

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brief : - a candyland inspired 2K followers writing week event . This’ll be a one week cycle of me writing fics or drabbles inspired by candy land, cookie carnival, cup head and the California girls music video + cookie run kingdom/ cookie run ovenbreak .

17+, may include smut but will be mostly sfw . ( but I can’t control anyone’s fingers ) . these are just written for pure indulgence and love for cartoony food things

cotton candy kingdom 🍬

| cotton candy princess and her gingerbread man assistant ! — nanami kento x black fem reader , ( short form fic ) 8 / 5 / 24

| cotton candy princess and her peppermint knight ! — gojo satoru x black fem reader , (short form fic ) 8 / 6 / 24

| cotton candy princess and her emo painter ! — choso kamo x black fem reader , ( drabble ) 8 / 7 / 24

dark licorice kingdom 🏴

| cotton candy princess and lord licorice ! — sukuna ryomen x black fem reader , ( drabble ) 8 / 8 / 24

all of reader’s affairs or relationships with the men are in separate universes in each fic or drabble 🩷 !

divider creds : @ / anitalenia

#divider creds : @ / antitalenia #jjk x black reader #jjk x black y/n #jjk x black!fem reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x fem!reader

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ikeromantic · 11 months ago

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Ikemen Prince 1K Follower Celebration

I wanted to close out the year and my follower celebration with my current favorite otome, Ikemen Prince ^_^ The theme is New Year Celebration and you'll have 3 things to select for the prompt!

How It Works:

The ask box will open from December 26th until January 1. You can ask for 1 suitor per ask, but you can put in multiple asks if you like ^_^

Pick a Suitor to Spend New Year's Eve With:

Jin

Chevalier

Clavis

Cyran

Leon

Nokto

Licht

Yves

Luke

Sariel

Rio

Silvio

Keith

Wicked Keith

Gilbert

Pick a Spot to Spend New Year's Eve:

Library

Sailboat

Forest

Mountaintop

Dining room

His room

Underwater

Jousting Ring

Town square

Pit Trap

Ballroom

Party

Nowhere

Kitchen

Observatory

Cabin

Battlefield

Arboretum

Bookstore

Rooftop

Tavern

Vineyard

Your room

Island

Horseback

Wharf

Gate

Alleyway

Rose garden

Study

Zoo

Pick a Treat (spice level):

Marshmallow - the fluffiest of fluff

Sugar cookie - warm and sweet

Honey cake - ooey gooey sticky sweet love

Fruitcake - a little silly, a little sweet, a little random

Hot cocoa - hot and sweet

Eggnog - a bit boozy, warms you from the inside out

Black licorice - salty and a little bitter (angst)

Candy cane - cool, like mint on the tongue

Gingerbread - lightly spicy but still sweet

Red hots - singe your lips, very spicy (smut)

Thank you for all the likes and comments and reblogs, for the encouragement and the love. I've been here for three years, no regrets ^_^

#ikemen prince #ikepri #follower celebration #fanfiction #otome #otome guys

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starwritesstuffz · 9 months ago

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Heyo I’m star I use she/they pronouns

Im bi and graysexual

Interacts from my selfship blog @kajiiswife

My current hyperfixations are bsd and cookie run kingdom

My dni on my selfship blog still applies here

Requesting rules and fandoms I write for

Will do: comfort fluff platonic pregnancy family stuff (like having a family with a certain character) hcs oneshots (on occasion) poly ship (e sample character x reader x character) hcs

Won’t do: Pr0ship content (which includes incest minor x adult yandere and toxic relationships) birth and nsfw/smut

Fandoms I will write for: bsd tadc hazbin hotel (within reason) sally face obey me lackadaisy and cookie run kingdom

Characters I will write for

Btw the ones in the bold text are probably the ones I’m gonna write for the most

Bsd: dazai chuuya kajii atsushi akutagawa kunikida poe ranpo and fukuzawa (I really need to catch up on bsd lore so that’s why I didn’t include some characters) lovecraft john mark

Cookie run kingdom: licorice cookie cream unicorn cookie choco werehound brute/schwarzwalder clover cookie pitaya dragon cookie red velvet cookie black lemonade cookie pure vanilla cookie black lemonade cookie clover cookie capsaicin cookie and most of the other cookies

Tadc: jax ragatha caine kinger and gangle

Sally face: sal fisher

Hazbin hotel: adam vox zestial sir pentious and lucifer

Obey me: lucifer leviathan beelzebub asmodeus belphegor mammon and diavolo

Lackadaisy: mordecai nicodeme (also I legit can’t do his accent so sorry y’all) freckle rocky zib and wick

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earthbreadandtendrils · 17 days ago

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| Reid/ZoZa/Abyssal | 30+ | Them/They |

*This is a Cookierun Kingdom RPC blog only. I will not accept Crossovers or fandomless characters [unless your fandomless has a CRK AU]

**MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI**

CRK personal blog: @abyssalcookie

Non CRK blog: @abyssalreid || Non CRK rp hub: @abyssalthreads

*You are not allowed to Scrape my rps between my partners and me for your AI bots*

Muses ( OC )

Candy Eye Cookie ( Primary ) [Bio] | [BG lore] | [Additional lore] [ X ]

Skyline Cookie ( Secondary ) [ Moots only (for now) ]

Cannon/IP Muses

Licorice Cookie ( Secondary )

Golden Cheese Cookie ( Secondary ) [ Researching ]

Silent Salt Cookie ( Tertiary ) [ On hold + Mains only + Researching ]

Bat-Cat ( Npc/Tertiary )

Guests/temp/trials

Note: these are only for moots & mains ( and must be requested )

N/A

Events

"Disarmed event" [ X ]

Mains

@milk-and-trickery | @cookieofearthbread | @darkcacaocookieandfriends | pending. . .

Rules + Info

Two things you MUST know about me;

I am 30+ years old and I'd rather rp with people who are at least 20 or older. 18 is my minimal limit [but still hella iffy for me]. I do not wish to roleplay with minors due to me enjoying darker themes, and it just being a general preference. This also being said, If you refuse to show your age, I will assume you are a minor, and will not interact with you.

I Do not want smut. I have no interest in the lemons. Only character interaction regardless if it's with Cannon IP characters [divergent or not] or OCS/fan characters, etc. It Does not matter, no is no. The end. The only thing I'm okay with is slow-burn Romance/chemistry and fluff. Attempt to guilt me into smut and you risk being blocked.

Other info;

◘ I am a neurodivergent [ADHD], I tend to make a lot of mistakes, I am blunt, and can be quite forgetful. Please do give me reminders every so often, but not every day, and not every hour. Also, I sadly lose interest if a person takes months to reply. Even tho I do understand we all work [I do too], please just try not to keep me waiting too long. Otherwise, I suggest that we close the thread. [However, there are rare moments where I won’t lose interest. Depends on the situation, really.] ◘ I am NB fem, and Asexual. If you are Acephobic, DNI.Note: If you are just confused or unsure about Asexuals, then I recommend this video to understand us better. ◘ I’m not big on grammar, especially given that I have some really bad quirks myself when it comes to writing. [like random capitalization, strange phrasing, and a few other things]. I hope to get better and learn from other skilled writers as I go, I tend to try and mimic my partner’s writing style as best as I can. What I don’t do is the fancy text stuff. But I will add the occasional picture or two, make headers, etc [I am an artist]. But I also do expect you to try your best and at least not write like how someone fires off a half-assed text on their phone like how I saw back in 2011. Simple enough, right? *However, if you are the kind of person who has to nitpick at every little mistake someone makes, then you are not my type. I already feel bad about my writing skills enough already. I just want to have fun. That is it. ◘ BE BLUNT WITH ME, because I will be blunt with you. Ask what you want and do not beat around the bush. I can't be a good RP partner if you don’t tell me what you are looking for. The worst that could happen is that I say no. And if I’m doing something you don’t like? Just DM me and say it. I want to trust my partner is not going to be a pushover, or accidentally come off as two-faced in my eyes. I do not care if it makes me upset, the bottom line is that you are being honest with me, and honesty goes a long way, it can even build a good and healthy friendship. * One of my biggest pet peeves is when people don't say shit. ◘ My discord is open if you wish to do more private roleplays or plotting, I can set up a private server for us as well if you don’t want your friends list being spammed by people you don’t want to be friends with. We can use it to discuss the plot, and maybe even write something together for the people on Tumblr to see. I love an invested RP partner [or partners]. Just DM me for my discord if interested. ◘ Reblog Karma; please try to pratice it, and reblog any ask memes from OP [ the original poster ]. ◘ If I do not think we will vibe or believe you are not for me, I will probably just block you. There is just specific type of rpers I avoid.

Drama? I hardly know her! But realtalk? I’d rather block and move on with my day. Do not get me involved. I don’t tolerate petty shit. I just want to have fun.

Yes and Nos

[ More may be added later ]

Yes's

◘ You may send asks Anon or not. You can also do so IC ◘ I allow Magic Anons [ M!A ] Which would be referred to as "anomalous events", but I'm also allowed to reject them. ◘ The [ “Indulgent Vanity” ── * Open Thread" ] Is for anyone to respond to as long as you are a roleplay [RPC] account ◘ I will rp with a fandomless character as long as they have a CRK AU. ◘ Fluff, flirting, and teasing are fine. Just no smut.

NO's

◘ Crossovers. Not even CRK Aued ones. I just find it weird, sorry! ◘ Personal blogs. You will be blocked if you try to RP with me, but feel free to watch though. ◘ Drama. You start shit? You get blocked. I have 0 tolerance. ◘ Minors or Ageless blogs. To the ageless blogs; If I don't know your age, I do not want to interact with you. If you try to lie, I will block you. If you try to rp with me, I will block you. ◘ pro-shipping or forced shipping Note: Pro-shipping has a bad reputation, and I can’t stand people who allow P*dophilic or in*est shipping. As for forced shipping? It is technically harassment. This is a big no for me fam. I’ll probably just block you without warning if I see it. ◘ Smut or fetish posting [ especially Mpreg ]. If you fail to tag your fetishises, I will Ask you to tag it, but if you make it an issue, then I will unfollow + block. ◘ Fetish/kink mining = Hard block. [ If you don't know what it is; it is involving other people in one's kinks without their knowledge. ]

SHIPPING

OKAY. This is a big one. Shipping is something I'm always antsy with and struggle to trust anyone with unless we are friends. I am sensitive about this stuff.

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So to put it shortly; I’m a one-verse type of person. I prefer to stick with one verse because I get confused and mix things up easily, also I like to make a story when I do. Which means I usually like to group people into specific places.

I’ll have a Main verse and then there will be AUs, and they will be tagged as such.

This means;

◘ If you are involved in my main verse and wish to RP with other people who are not directly involved; I ask you not to include others who are NOT involved in my main verse, especially if there are already established relationships and plots existing. This goes both ways. ◘ Communication is number one. If you are unsure about something, then talk to me. This includes character involvement or plot, verses, aus, etc. ◘ If you do rp with others, please make sure to tag your rp as something else, let be another verse or an AU, or give my verse your own unique tag so I know what I need to pay attention to, thank you. ◘ I do not care if you have other verses or aus or duplicates that you rp with, as long as you don’t force me to be involved in it, and that it also does not interfere with what we have going on, because I’m not comfortable with it, period. ◘ If you have issues with a person I rp with, we can talk about it, but I can’t promise anything, because If it’s with the mains that I rp with, then there might be an issue between us since they are people I vibe with so well. ◘ If you start drama with my mains and cause anything to try and disrupt the peace? You will be promptly removed and hard-blocked. I’m just trying to have fun and just make my stories with ppl who want to be involved. I have 0 tolerance for that high school drama BS.

Licorice Cookie

Cannon Divergent, has an alternate identity called "Tainted Licorice Cookie" Which the origin story can be read here [ x ]

[ Also, I feel like I have to say this; I don't ship Licorice with my OC romantically. I don't ship him romantically with anyone. Except for my friend's version of Schwartzwalder ]

He knows a lot more magic and can conjure more dark spells. and even curses.

Starter calls;

"A False Siren's call" - FT. Candy Eye Cookie

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year ago

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make a mess of him ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (23/06/22) & guest (ao3) (20/06/23)

word count ; 953

content ; sexually explicit content, dom/sub dynamics, pegging

fandom ; cookie run

pairing ; licorice cookie x (plus size!) cis female reader

read also on ; ao3

note ; the original request on tumblr was pretty vague so i combined it with a recent ao3 request — i hope that anon doesn’t mind.

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

Licorice always looked so beautiful when he was beneath you: grey hands grasping at the bedsheets above and beside his head, grip so tight that his knuckles were paling and his fingers were trembling; eyes screwed shut and kiss-plumped lips parted in an ‘o’ that you couldn’t help but peck every so often between thrusts, greedily swallowing every moan and gasp that he gave you; legs spread wide and bent at the knees as he tried to gain some sort of leverage against the soft blankets that surrounded you both, his slender thighs, well marked with lipstick stains and blossoming hickeys, trembling and quaking with every stroke of the toy inside of him; sensitive dick throbbing and twitching as pearls of precum leaked out of the head and spilled onto his tense, well-marked stomach. A beautiful mess of a man who didn’t know what to do with himself — thank goodness he had you to take care of him.

Though, if he had the coherence of thought to speak, Licorice would be saying much the same about you. It was obvious from the way his gaze lingered on the swells of your chest and stomach and thighs, how his lips lingered on your softest places for as long as you’d allow, how he’d spend as long as he could kissing and biting and suckling on the plump mounds of your breasts and the pillowy pouch of your stomach. How he could, on days where you’d relent and give him that taste of dominance, spend hours at a time worshipping every curve and dip and swell and edge that made up your figure — caressing and trailing bitten fingernails gently along the fractal stripes of stretch marks with a curiosity that toed the line between innocent and lustful. How he’d massaged and groped and worshipped every inch of your bare form from breasts to stomach to ass to thighs and calves and anything in between, submissive even in his acts of dominance over you.

And it was through these memories that you were able to keep gentle with him: plentiful and generous with the lubricant you used as you lovingly smeared it along your toy and massaged it into the puffy muscles around where he needed you to be; giving and open with your praises and reassurances as you peppered his face and throat and chest with affection and whispered those sweet words against his skin until you felt his pulse peaking and gooseflesh brushed against your lips; patient and slow with your movements when you entered him, giving him all the time in the world to adjust to you and the strap until you were fully sheathed, and even then staying slow and gentle until he was ready for more.

Then, and only then, did you let go and let yourself ruin him — to make him into the writhing, drooling, moaning, twitching mess of a man that he so often became when he was approaching release. When his face was so slick with sweat that his dreads were starting to cling to his forehead and cheeks, and when he was too far gone to even notice the saliva trickling down the sides of his mouth to dampen the pillow beneath him between all of his moans and gasps. When he was too lost to his own pleasure to do anything but cry out for you — for your touch, for your toy, for your voice, for more. Demands that you, of course, complied with the moment you registered them (you were always so good to him).

Pounding harder and faster into his tight little ass until every thrust had his entire body being thrown across the bed, held only in place by your necessarily tight grip on his thighs and his fisting of the sheets close by his head. Punctuating every forward movement with a small amount of praise to get him through, to ground him, even as it all became too much for him and his head started to loll and his pleas became less and less intelligible.

‘Good boy,’ and ‘That’s it,’ and ‘You’re doing so well,’ and ‘You look so beautiful like this,’ spilled from your lips as naturally as an estuary bled into the ocean, coming as naturally as breathing, as you guided him over the edge. Revelling in every whimper and gasp and moan that he gave you until you finally cracked and relinquished your grip on one of his thighs to wrap your dominant hand around his neglected, throbbing dick — he’d more than earned that attention by now and you didn’t like denying him for so long.

And then finally, finally, you were treated to a most welcomed sight; Licorice spiralling over the edge of climax after being given that one last push from you. Oh and what a mess he became: tongue hanging out of his mouth as he panted like a dog and moaned like a whore, something resembling your name escaping him right as he painted your fist and his stomach white; his back arching perfectly off of the bed as his limbs trembled and shook under the force of his climax, thighs difficult to keep a hold of as you continued to slowly fuck and jerk him through his high; his cock, thick and heavy and hot in your hand, continuing to twitch and spurt whilst you worked as best you could to prolong his orgasm, his cum smeared all over your hand and his stomach as he clumsily alternated between bucking up into your fist and pushing his hips back against your own (or, rather, your strap).

He truly was a mess, but he was your mess and you wouldn’t trade him for the world.

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superblysubpar · 2 years ago

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Hello!! 🥰 For your 12 days of Christmas, could I suggest one with Steve where he and reader bake some christmas cookies and make some hot cocoa to eat/drink while they watch some Christmas movies? I’m indecisive so it could be fluff, angst, or smut! I was thinking maybe Rudolph or Frosty the Snowman could work for the song since they’re Christmas movies but it’s up to you! Thank you!! ❤️🎄

The playlist is linked at the end of the story. Let me know what you think, any interaction is so appreciated and loved! Thank you so much for participating in this and following along, I had so much fun! Here's the masterlist

Summary: Your best friend Steve Harrington and you have a day full of Christmas activities. Your teasing relationship leads to some fluffy smutty fun. | Post contains smut 18+ minors DNI, handjob/fingering foreplay, finger sucking, use of pet names honey and baby, teasing Steve, unprotected PIV intercourse/cream pie, coming so fast you'll get whiplash

A/N: I apologize for getting this out so late and I appreciate the patience, I hope it was worth the wait! I'm also sorry not sorry, but this got away from me and strayed a little from the prompt lol. We started with lonely Steve and we're ending with smutty Steve.

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Day 12 | Track 12: "What Christmas Means to Me" by Stevie Wonder

Steve and you had spent the last several holiday breaks together. A tradition you were both grateful for, but saddened by your need for it. Determined to make this the best one yet after being away from each other while away at school, you had booked and planned the whole day.

Ice skating and sledding, baking, gift exchanging, hot cocoa drinking, and a gingerbread decorating contest. As you waited for the gingerbread to cool, you watched every holiday movie you could find.

Snuggled up on the couch, both of you in your comfiest sweats, you smile over the rim of your mug as you watch your best friend watch Frosty the Snowman for the first time.

"But...but you'll melt."

"That's okay."

And then he brushes his fingers down his nose and pinches, blinking his eyes before reaching for his own mug and you hold out your arm stopping him with a gasp.

He looks anywhere but you and your giddy laughter and you rub at his shoulder, "Steve, if you want to cry, you can, it's okay."

He jabs at and tickles your side, shoving a throw pillow in your face, "Oh, shut up!"

When Santa finds Karen crying at the puddle that was once Frosty, Steve sniffles and you turn to him ready to laugh again but he's too sweet looking, too fragile even for you to tease and break.

He's staring down at his hot cocoa, lip pulled in and biting so hard he'll probably draw blood and you start to think about all the kids Steve would melt for too if he had to - without even giving it a second thought.

You poke his cheek as you whisper, "You're so sweet Steve."

He clears his throat, patting his thighs, "I'm not sweet. I'm a man. A tough man. Who needs more marshmallows for his hot cocoa."

Walking out of the room, your laughter is not far behind as you follow him into the kitchen, pressing your fingers to the edges of all of the gingerbread cutouts you made earlier, "Oo these are done! Ready to be demolished in the most intense gingerbread house competition of your life Harrington?"

He smirks, flicking your forehead and grabbing your hand, "Pretty cocky for a girl who messed up the batter..." he spins you away from him as he digs, "Twice."

You wave your hand at him, "Decorating is different!"

Or so you thought.

An hour later, it looks like a tube of toothpaste burst over your gingerbread house and you watch Steve press a gum drop to his perfect one while humming to the music playing softly from the radio.

Steve's hair flops every which way, sleeves rolled to his elbows, and his tongue pokes out as he pipes more frosting roof tiles. His eyebrows furrowed together as he places licorice pieces on the edge.

He glances up to catch you staring and reaches for his mug of hot cocoa, "What?"

You tap your knuckles on the counter and shrug, "I think watching you decorate a gingerbread house is the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen. You're so intense about it."

He snorts into his hot cocoa, whipped cream on his nose, and spraying everywhere, a few flecks landing on your house.

"Steve!"

He laughs, mocking your tone and making his voice falsetto, “Steve!” gesturing to your monstrosity and returning to his normal voice, "Oh, I'm sorry I ruined your...what the hell is that even supposed to be?"

You turn to him, hands on your hips, ready to give him an earful when his smile and whipped cream covered nose distracts you.

You tap your own nose and he dips his finger into your mug, plopping a dollop on it.

You laugh and try to scold him again, "Steve!"

"I'm sorry, was that not what you wanted me to do? Did you want it," a spoon full of whipped cream landing on the top of your head with a wet smack, "Here?"

He's grinning as you shake your head slowly, hand diving into the frosting next to you, you slide it over his check and down his neck with a smug smirk on your face.

An all out war now, both of you grabbing any messy material you can find, flinging and swiping it on each other until he gets you with both hands, pressing whipped cream into your cheeks with a loud belly laugh.

You snort through the whipped cream covering your face, wiping it from your eyes, breathless through your laughter as you double over, arms raised in surrender, "Okay I give! I give!"

He sticks his hand out and you shake it as he bows a little, "Better luck next time honey."

Steve's called you honey before, you're aware of his flirtatious natural state. But something about the air in the room, buzzing from your laughter and close bodies, hand still in yours has both of your laughter fading quickly into a silence that seems to pulse around you at the pet name this time.

You're not sure who does it first, but you're both leaning, closer and closer, Steve's eyes on yours, bouncing down to your lips and closing as his nose brushes yours.

You let your own eyes flutter shut, heart hammering in your chest, hand sliding towards his on the messy counter, as your lips press together.

Both of you a little unsure if the other was going to pull away, you almost rest there, waiting. When it appears neither of you wants it to end, his hand slides over your jaw and you grip at his waist, your lips exploring each other messily and greedy.

Frosting and whipped cream everywhere as you boldly glide your tongue along his bottom lip and he moans into your parted mouth as his hand cradles your jaw, pulling it more open for him.

You know you're the first one to initiate becoming shirtless, fingers tugging Steve's shirt over his head. He's not shy to follow your lead, pulling yours off and pressing a frosting covered hand to your chest. He slips your bra straps off your shoulders slowly, fingers grazing down your skin and back up. He lets them trail down your spine, sending a shiver through you as he unclasps the garment, flinging it somewhere neither of you care about.

He pulls away from your mouth, whispering as his fingers glide over your collarbone and down, eyes roaming over your body like he'd never seen something so breath taking, "Fuck, you're gorgeous baby."

Standing in front of your best friend, half naked and covered in frosting was something you'd have laughed at moments ago - yeah right that would happen. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't imagine this moment and Steve saying those words to you before.

Shying under his gaze you start to cover yourself and he grabs your waist, pushing your arms away and ducking his head to meet yours. His hazel eyes golden and stark against the white frosting covering part of his face still.

His fingers pull your jaw up, thumb on your chin, "We can stop if you-"

You clutch him to you tighter, practically shouting, "No!"

And then bury your face in his chest, hiding your embarrassment as you feel him laughing under your forehead.

You squeeze around his waist, "I mean, no, I'd like to keep going...if you wanna keep going?"

Your fingers gliding over his lower back he grabs at your hips, lifting you to the counter and kissing down and back up your neck, mumbling into your skin, "Yeah, I wanna keep going."

He licks frosting from your jaw, a grin on his face before bending down and pulling one of your nipples into his mouth, his large palm kneading your other breast as you gasp.

Fingers falling to his hair, you tug slightly and pull a moan from him, sending a vibration through your body.

You pant as he switches sides, a little of your confidence returning, "Fuck, okay, then take off your pants Harrington."

He releases your nipple with a pop, kissing up your chest, your neck, his lips on the shell of your ear as a finger tugs your waistband, pulling you to him sharply, "Not if you're not gonna ask me nicely honey."

Steve's lips move to just under your ear, parting slightly and leaving a damp and warm spot before his mouth sucks the skin until your whole body is on fire. Putty in his hands as you cling to him, gasping at the small sting of his teeth as you whine, "Please, Steve."

His smile against your neck and his fingers tightening on your waist have you delirious, he has a power over you and you don't care to get it back, the teasing relationship one sided suddenly. You just want Steve and you'll do whatever he asks.

His nose nudges the dip where your neck meets your shoulders, his chest pushing against yours as your legs wrap around his waist like that's where they’ve always belonged.

"Please what pretty gir-fuck!" His hands had gone to press to the counter and went straight through his gingerbread house.

Pulling away from him, you have to stifle the giggle at his look of distraught at seeing the broken house.

To pull him back to what was happening, you pull the frosting covered hand up to your lips, pulling two fingers into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you suck, tongue swirling around them.

You glance up at him through fluttering eyelashes, his cheeks tinged pink and his mouth parted slightly, his golden eyes now taken over by dark pupils as he zeros in on your mouth. Maybe Steve was just as gone for you as you were for him.

You pull his fingers from your mouth, licking his thumb free of a dab of frosting as well before lacing your fingers with his and resting them on your thigh, "Please take off your pants Steve."

He nods, pushing his sweats and boxers down in one motion and you have to hold in your gasp. You knew he had a lot going on in the sex department, the joys of growing up with King Steve as your best friend, but you were not expecting that.

Wrapping your hand around his length and tugging gently like you handle dicks this size all the time, Steve almost crumples to the ground, eyes closing as his forehead falls against yours. He pulls his lip in, biting down softly as your hand speeds up, thumb swiping over his already leaking tip and pulling it down the entire length and back up.

Steve's breath hitches, a small whine escaping the back of his throat and he starts to tug at your sweats, gingerbread pieces crunching around you and you start to laugh, releasing him and pressing your hands to his chest, "Wait, wait - you have no idea how much I wanna do this, but I'd prefer not to get frosting and gingerbread shoved in places I really don't want it."

Steve grins and before you can even realize what's happening, he grabs under your thighs and pulls you around his waist, heading towards the stairs.

You grin at the mirror in the foyer, shoving your face in his neck as he nudges your temple, pausing, "What is so funny now?"

You giggle into his neck before pulling back, "You have a cute butt."

He turns to see the reflection and groans through a smile trying to escape and he pulls you closer, "I don't have a cute butt. I have a manly butt. A-"

You interrupt him with your lips, both of you smiling around the kiss as he continues up the stairs and fumbles into his room.

Steve sits on the bed and as you climb off, pushing your sweats and panties down, his eyes take in your body and a small smile escapes him this time, "You have a cute butt too."

You laugh and crawl onto the bed, straddling his thighs as he leans up against the headboard.

His face has fallen more serious, a little lovestruck. He's got those eyes that you've seen him look at other girls with and you never dreamed they'd be looking at you the same way - like you were the best thing to ever happen to him, a work of art, a prized possession, his.

His fingers reach forward, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, he lets his fingertips trail down your neck, your chest and sides, down the outside of your thighs. As he's pulling them back up the inside of one thigh, his other hand tangles in the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you closer until your lips are molding around his as his fingers brush through your soaking folds.

He sighs into your parted lips, dragging his fingers up through your slick. As his fingers grind small figure eights into your swollen clit you pull away from his mouth, eyelids squeezing shut as a gasp falls out of you.

He continues to rub the sensitive bead slowly, his nose nudging against yours, his breath fanning over your lips as you let soft whines escape you.

You can feel his smile grazing over your lips as his fingers push back through your slick, a finger teasing your entrance as you wrap your arms around him, forearms resting on his shoulders and foreheads pressing together.

Steve pushes a finger into your entrance and whispers against your lips, "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."

You nod, noses bumping together, breath hitching as he dips a second finger into you, "Me too, Steve."

He laughs a little as he swirls his fingers and curves them towards himself and you rotate your hips against his hand, a quiet moan falling from you as he kisses your lips once before teasing, "Really? Cause you're not wet at all."

You flick his shoulder but you're too caught up in the way his fingers are pumping into you slowly to think of a witty retort. Your body craving more from him and your fingertips dig into his shoulders, "Steve, I need you inside of me-"

He kisses your jaw, smiling as he pumps his fingers faster, pressing his thumb into your swollen bead causing you to jolt forward and clutch him tighter as he whispers into your ear, "I am inside you baby."

You groan, circling your hips down, body buzzing from the heat of his breath on your neck and you try to force your eyelids open, to pull away from him, "Stop teasing me or I'll-"

Steve pulls his fingers from you abruptly, "You'll what?" He nudges his nose against yours and your gaze falls to where he's wiping all of your slick onto his length, pumping himself in his palm a few times as his other hand grabs your hip and pulls you closer.

Mesmerized by how he swipes his tip through your folds and teases your entrance, you pull your lip in between your teeth as you watch your two bodies meet but not quite. You almost forgot he asked a question, focused on the friction of his length sliding through your puffy and dripping lips as his hand guides your hips back and forth against him.

His hand pulls your chin up, blown out eyes almost black, his hair messed up, shining lips that twitch as he raises his eyebrows at you, waiting for an answer.

Your body is buzzing and warm and all you can think about is how he's right there, and he won't let you have it, your fingers scrape down his chest and you whisper, "What?"

He chuckles, grinning wider and he kisses your nose, "You're so cute baby, so cock drunk already, you can't remember a thing, huh?"

He's not wrong, you honest to god are starting to forget your name, every time his tip nudges your entrance on a glide through you, you feel a brain cell disappearing and so you just nod.

He presses a few kisses to your neck, before he's at your ear again, arms wrapping around your back as he whispers, "Ready?"

You're frustrated now, desprate and you whine and smack his shoulder like a toddler throwing a tantrum, "Fuck, Steve, if you don't-"

He pushes into you and you gasp, clutching at his shoulders as he moans into your ear, goosebumps erupting over both of your bodies. Your fingers move to the back of his head, carding through his hair as he pushes up into you further.

You're nodding, encouraging him to go deeper, tugging on his hair and you can't believe how good it feels to be full of Steve.

His breath hitches in your ear as you roll your hips down experimentally and you smirk, now it was your turn.

Placing your palms on his headboard, you start to bounce your body, circling your hips and pumping on him faster than he anticipated.

His fingertips dig into your back, his hips trying to meet you and when the headboard bangs into the wall he practically melts underneath you. You make it hit the wall again and he whimpers into your ear and it goes straight to your center, stomach tightening in a familiar coil, you're going to finish quicker than you want to.

You move faster, making the headboard hit the wall repeatedly and his bruising grip on your back moves to your hips and only gets tighter as he tries to meet you with his own thrusts.

You're both moaning and sighing, lips crashing into each other now, sloppy and wet and when he slides his fingers in between your bodies, your walls start to tighten around him.

"Fuck, Steve, don't stop-"

Your body giving into the orgasm, you feel yourself slowing down and he picks up the slack, thrusting up into you harder and faster, hitting that spongy spot deep inside as you scream his name against his lips. He fills you with his own orgasm, both of you panting into each other as your bodies slow down.

Glistening chests pressing together, hearts hammering so fast against each other's skin like they're trying to claw out of your body and into the other's. You dip your head into his neck, licking the salty and sweet skin that's a mixture of his sweat and lingering frosting before placing a kiss under his ear and he shivers underneath you.

He's panting, breathless and he groans, "Jesus, is my nose bleeding? That was...that was..."

You laugh at his inability to form a sentence kissing his jaw and pulling away before kissing his nose - that isn't bleeding, "You're so dramatic."

His hands move to cradle your jaw, thumbs brushing over your cheeks as you both let your eyes dance over the other's face, taking in one another in a new way.

His eyes are back to that sort of golden color that seems to be made just for melting you and kisses your forehead, "Sorry I was teasing you."

You laugh and shake your head, "If we didn't tease each other, I don't think this would work. Someone's gotta put you in your place," you play with the hair at the nape of his neck, "And if I can dish it out, I gotta be able to take it, right?"

He raises his hand for a high five, dopey grin plastered to his face, "Oh, you took it alright."

You roll your eyes but slap his hand and he catches it, pulling it to his mouth and kissing your palm and your wrist before whispering, "Merry Christmas honey."

You bump your nose to his, "Merry Christmas Steve."

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tagging my lovely ladies (thank you @boomhauer for all the ideas getting me unstuck for this one!): @boomhauer @loveshotzz @myobmaya @sweetsweetjellybean

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