#my guy is ripped ladies and gents

[ringer04]

Cody Rhodes

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[jillsandwhichs]

Joel Miller x Reader Smutshot Collection , Chap 2 , Hookups n All

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Pairing: F!reader x Joel Miller

Summary: While you're at the bar alone, you meet a man named Joel and his brother Tommy. You and Joel take a liking to one another and it ends in some sexual tension being released

Status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: Strangers

WC: 4.7k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Hookup, Bathroom sex, Buzzed sex, Dirty talk, Reader is described to have pubes (So is Joel), Consenting force, Oral sex, Joel cums in your mouth, Doggy style and Mirror sex

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You were sat in the dimmer corner of the bar, the ragged light just above you seeming to only be hanging by a string, as if it could fall onto your head at any given moment. You could hear the light buzzing, bugs becoming attracted to not only it's brightness, but it's loudness too. You ignored it though, just munching on your fries, which were definitely some of the soggiest you've ever had while taking sips of your drink.

You got your usual - Tequila. Well, that's not all. Of course, you have yourself a chaser with some lime on the side, you aren't a psychopath. Well, you kind of are. What kind of woman goes to a bar on a Saturday night all by herself? Every other woman here has a plus one, other than you. Luckily, you can get as wasted as you'd like, your house is just down the street from here, a simple stride home. A stride of shame, more than likely.

Everyone else in the bar seemed to be having the time of their lives, dancing and playing shitty bar games, the occasional fight has erupted over the damn games. Last time you came, two old fucks knocked one another out; Truly, it was a sight to behold. But today (Or rather tonight), the bar is packed full of morely ladies and gents, minusing the few bastards and wankers that made their way through the establishment, being a nuisance.

You kept to yourself, wanting this night to pass faster than it already is. You should just be home right now but instead, you can't help but drink away your sorrows. You feel fuckin' pathetic, but hey, what can you do? Being broken up with ain't easy but you have to cope with it one way or another.

You took a big swig of your tequila, shaking your head slightly at the burning feeling in your chest now, sucking on the sour lime directly afterwards. Whilst you did, you watched as two tall and burly man made their way through the ran down bar, their hips pushing against the wooden door of it. They didn't seem to have any care in the world - A feeling in which you wish you had for yourself. But you'll be damned.

Both men were intimidating. Not in the sense they look scary or they'd rip you apart, but rather because they look like they know everyone here. Everyone went silent when the men entered the building and you couldn't tell if it was because they were famous or because everyone was terrified of them. It was neither for you, you just minded yourself, still eating and drinking as if you hadn't noticed them walk in.

"Two beers, one for me and one for him." The slimmer man stated to the bartender, the worker quickly hopping to accommodate his request. The man whom had taken the order took a seat at the bar, on a stool, the more gruff man taking in the look of the bar, scoffing to himself. "This place is a damn shit hole." He chuckled to himself, sitting down beside the other man. Are they brothers or something? Lovers? Like this is some brokeback mountain deal. You don't discriminate. They do look similar though, so probably siblings.

The bartender set their drinks in front of them, both men taking them and taking large guzzles from them. "Pigs." You whispered beneath your breath, feeling accomplished that they didn't hear the peep come out from you. Although, the more roughened up guy was attractive. He had brown hair, messy scruff, apocalyptic looking clothing. He was a good looking man. Same could be said for his possible brother, but you prefer your men sloppy.

Guess you were staring a tad bit too long, the man caught a glimpse of you as well, you could see his lips tugging at the corners of his cheeks. It wasn't a real lookin' smile, rather one full of playfulness and lust; You could identify it anywhere. You didn't think much of it considering a lot of men around here are like that. Country boys are some of the most desperate fuckers you'll ever meet. They'd let a snake bite their pecker at the chance to just fondle a woman's breast.

You drank the last bit of your tequila, pushing it aside and now not even wanting to finish your food off. Instead, you crossed one leg over the other and looked up at the TV. It was mounted above the wall of the bar. You were appalled. They actually had a TV, this was new, you thought they could hardly afford glasses for attenders to drink out of. But here we are, they have a damn TV. You don't know the owners personally but it's clear they are struggling to keep this bar open.

You heard one of the barstools squeak as one of the men stood off of it. You paid no mind to it, assuming they were going to use the bathroom or get in a game of pool. Which is why you were quite surprised when the more buffer guy was now standing in front of your booth, leaning against the barkish, leather seat. "Scare ya?" He questioned, a dark laugh coming from him. You let out a breathless huff, "I ain't scared of nothin'." You mumbled, confused as to why he was suddenly up here.

Deep down you knew.

"Aw c'mon, you gotta be scared of somethin'." He made himself comfortable at the booth, sliding into the seat across from you. "Maybe I am, maybe I ain't." You replied, clearing your throat, your eyes trailing his body up and down. This man was surely a looker himself. "What's your name baby?" He questioned you again, his voice had the sexiest accent known to man - Southern. You let him know your name and after he just said it was pretty as he whistled.

"I'm Joel, that's my little brother Tommy over there." He took a look at his blood, seeing his brother drink and talk up some city girl. "I see..." You hummed out to the man. "Was you checkin' me out darlin'? Seemed so." Joel pointed out to you. Guilty as charged. "Once again, maybe I was, maybe I wasn't." You shrugged your shoulders, you enjoyed leaving a man wondering more, therefore he'd ask you more. "You were. I'm doin' the same thing now. I think you're gorgeous." Joel went on. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah." He chuckled, man spreading underneath the table. You knew what this man was doin' and it was workin'.

Your eyes were attracted to the broken watch on his wrist. It was dirty and old.

"Your watch is broken." "Trust me, I know." Joel bellowed, straightening his posture. "Let me buy you a drink." "No thank you, I am spent." Your eyes took a glance at your empty glass. "I see... My kinda girl, straight alcohol." He chuckled again. "You are a pretty little thing though, truly." "Thank you, again." He was cute himself. Very handsome. He like the roughened up look he has to himself. It's very attractive. He looks like he'd just totally man handle you.

"You got a boyfriend or something?" "No, I just got out of a relationship last week." "Well I'll be damned, how long was the relationship?" "Two years." You huffed out, eating another fry but not because you were hungry but rather because this was a touchy subject for you; Joel noticed that quite fast. "Hmm, guess you aren't lookin' then." "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not." You were so mysterious to him. He found it insanely attractive.

You were playing hard to get.

"That a fact? Well, I bet I can make you change your mind real quick." Joel adjusted the way he was sitting, licking his lips as his eyes didn't miss a single spot of your body as he gazed at you. You were surprised by his words. "Oh really now?" "Really." Joel confirmed. "You're such a beautiful woman." "Thanks." You giggled.

"Cute laugh... Let me get you out of here..." "Hmm, I don't think so. I'd rather you fuck me here, in the bathroom. Don't know if I trust you enough to go home with you, you random man." You were being sarcastic but at the same time, truthful. You're dense sometimes but not in these moments. You're a smart girl. You didn't even know if he fully had sex in mind. You surely did.

"Well c'mon then, let me do some dirty things to you in that bathroom over there." Joel pointed to the bathroom behind you, rubbing his wet lips together. Was this man serious? He was. It has been a while. You are very willing to do this too.

You waited a moment before speaking again.

"What about your brother over there?" "He has ladies to occupy him... It'll be no more than five minutes anyways." Joel chuckled, he seems so convincing. "Persuasive." You cackled, looking around the bar again. He was right, his brother was still talkin' up some women.

Why the hell not?

You stood up, taking Joel's calloused hand in yours, leading him to the bathroom. You two walked through the mens bathroom door, not giving a single shit. As you did though, everyone's eyes were on you, clearly knowing what the two of you were up to. The bartender didn't care, he's probably seen this numerous of times. You were never the one to necessarily take the lead during sex, it was rare but with this man, how could you not? No one else was in the bathroom, luckily.

You pushed Joel up against the wall, a cheeky grin forming on his sly face. His hands went to your waist, holding you close. You felt the two of you weren't close enough with all of the layers he has on. "Let's get some of these out of here." You bit your lip, removing his coat, then his jacket. A titter came from him, enjoying how eager and ready you seem to be. Joel can already tell you'll be great at this.

His coat and jacket were tossed to the side, your hands going to his brawny shoulders, holding onto them. You leaned up onto your tippy toes, pressing your life's to his, his scruff scratching against your smooth felt face. His lips felt like cake against yours, the softness of them smothering you. His arms swathed around your hips, pulling your front entirely against his, his fingers digging into your skin roughly, making you yearn for him even more.

To Joel, you were very tempting. He couldn't read you when he came into the bar, that said a lot for him. Your free spirit is so sexy to him, he wants to be a part of that. He's used to having women throw themselves at him but you, you were different. He also finds you to be just beautiful. Your aura is divine to him. He was entranced by you, truly. He knows little about you, yet he can tell that's there so much more to you as a person.

"Tell me, what exactly is it you want?" Joel gruffly grumbled, beginning to kiss down your jawline and neck as he waited for your response. Gosh, you wanted everything. All of it. "What do you mean?" "What do ya want me to do to you honey?" He murmured, his lips marking every single speck of your neck. "Mmm, what do you want to do to me?" Joel thought momentarily before letting out a dark snicker. "I wanna taste you, make you cum around my mouth." His words were so arousing.

"Then you may do just that to me." You giggled, your fingers roaming through this messy yet soft hair.

The man wasted absolutely no time, lifting you up as if you were a feather. He placed you down on the counter, you didn't really know whether it was clean or not but you aren't some neat freak - Just a freak. You let out a soft sigh as his thick fingers when to the button of your pants, undoing them with haste, he was in such a rush to taste you, to smell you, make you his. You were soaked, moreso than the Niagara Falls. More than you've been in awhile. Gosh, you need this.

You lifted yourself up, giving Joel an easier time with pulling your pants past your ankles, then completely off. You were left in only panties now, your soaked spot glaring due to the light on you. "Mmm, I bet you taste damn good." Joel rumbled, his fingers encasing themselves around the top of your underwear, also pulling them down briskly, revealing your somewhat hairy pussy to him. He didn't mind at all. It was cute if anything.

"Sorry, I haven't shaven in some time." "Ain't a problem for me." Joel chuckled, making you feel a lot more comfortable around him. You never struggled with issues during hookups, you rarely partook in them though, you tend to prefer romantic and meaningful sex but the occasional one night stand is just as good. And whose to say Joel will only be a one night stand?

Joel bent down to the level of your core, face to face with it. You spread your legs slightly more, your wetness dripping onto the counter which you two will definitely have to clean up after. His hands found their spot on your thighs, they were so smooth, just like your face was. He kept his hands there as his head traversed to your cunt, licking his lips and showing he was ready to eat you, devour you.

You moaned softly and tossed your head back as his tounge committed to the first lick, from the bottom and all the way to the top, it felt magnificent. His hands caressed your legs as he began to eat you, not caring about another thing in the world. You didn't care if you ended up moaning loudly and an excessive amount, you couldn't care less, you just wanna feel good and Joel is giving it to you on a silver platter.

His tounge swiped and swirled along your cunt, picking up your wetness and eating you out like a man who's been starving all of his life. All you were good for was sittin' there and lookin' pretty for him, making sure you tasted extra special, just for Joel. Your hands didn't stay in one place - His hair, arms, the counter, your upper thighs, you couldn't pick. But you could tell that anytime you'd play with his somewhat curly hair, he'd growl, indicating he was totally into it and you most definitely were too.

His lips sucked on your clit, his tongue doing hard swishes across it, making your entire body jolt at each slick movement. "You taste great baby." He growled to you, his dirty fingernails still digging into your pressed thighs. He was a hard working man, he was surely workin' hard on you. "Mmm, it feels so good." You whined out, not being able to stay still. You could hear the sound of him slurping you up. He was a mad man, going absolutely ape style on you as he ravished you.

"You're gonna cum on my face, aren't you?" His dirty talk was something you weren't often used to, but it woke something up in you. Your ex would never talk during sex. The most you'd get was him saying you're beautiful or asking if it felt good. That was it though. It was nothing like Joel was saying and the things he said were so sexy. It was different in the best way possible. "You want me to?" "All over baby." Joe panted, his tongue feeling as if it's delving into your entrance, it was such a pleasuring feeling.

His tongue worked absolute magic on you, you felt your stomach do that almost too familiar twist, you knew you were going to cum within seconds.

"C'mon sweetheart." Joel mumbled, his entire mouth covering your pussy at this point.

With a few more sucks and licks, you felt your orgasm passed through you like a damn bullet train.

You attempted to move your body away, already over stimmed by his movements but the man held you in place, continuing to suckle on your entire cunt. "Oh Jesus Christ Joel." You moaned quietly, your breath halting. "Good girl." Joel mumbled, pulling away shortly after he could tell you were over it. "You tasted... Amazing..." He praised you kindly, stepping closer to you and using both hands to cup your face. You puckered your lips for him, relief washing over you as he smooched you back.

You pulled him closer, holding onto his shoulders, relishing in the way the two of you made out.

"I wanna feel that pretty little mouth of yours around me." Joel admitted, you wouldn't mind either. "Yeah?" You hummed out to him, your hands on his cool face. "Get on your knees." Joel stated in a sexy voice, stepping away from you. You watched as your hands fell back to your side, falling from his face. He began to twiddle with his belt, rushing to take it off. He dropped his pants, then his underwear, his hardened cock being revealed just before you. He was big, oh so big. "Wow." You chuckled, hopping yourself up off of the counter. Joel simply laughed at you, your reaction was priceless.

You listened to him though, getting on your knees. Joel made sure it was a more cleaner spot on the floor. It did look quite pristine but you'd rather be safe than sorry. "Don't be a head pusher." You teased, beginning to pump his rock hard length in your hand. "Oh... You don't like a little force?" Joel chuckled, petting your head. You could feel his fingers dazzling thin strands of your hair, he liked it. "Maybe just a little." You winked playfully, pumping him only a couple more times before you began to use your wet tongue on him.

Licking the base, you went all the way down, his pubes going against your face, you pulled away. Soon his entire cock was coated in your salvia, you were takin' your sweet time on him. On his tip, you'd quickly surge your tongue on it, causing Joel to wince in pleasure and desperation. "Damn baby," Joel grunted, both of his hands on your head now, "I know you like a little push." He went on. You did. He was not in the wrong.

Right when you wrapped both of your lips around him, he pushed your head down, causing his entire dick to disappear into your mouth and somewhat down your throat. An immediate reaction of you gagging occured, but you continued, wanting to feel that warm stream of his cum seep deep down your pink throat. "You're..." He groaned out, seething as he felt your throat on his tip. "You're way too damn good at this darlin'." Joel enjoyed how experienced you seem to be. It was honestly so fucking hot to him.

You continued to suck him off. Every inch of his lengthy cock was in your mouth. Each time you'd move your head forward, he'd hold your head in place for a moment or two, just loving how you felt in thst exact spot. Joel was holding onto your hair but not in a hurtful manner; Only in a way that he could use a bit of force to help you move faster, which you didn't give a fuck, as long as he was feelin' good due to you. "Mmm, you take it so well sweetheart, look at you, my entire dick in your mouth. Best girl ever." Joel complimented you, only giving you more motivation to help him hit his peak sooner.

The lewd sounds of your tounge and mouth were loud and Joel couldn't get enough, all he could manage to do was stare down at you as you blew him off. He hasn't had a blowjob this intense in ages, you're truly a wonder to him. "Fuck." He moaned, his head tilting back. Your hands rested on his bare thighs, feeling his hairy legs, all men have them. "I think I'm gonna cum." Joel tugged on your hair harder now, wanting to finish ASAP.

It's as if he could already tell you'd swallow for him.

With just a few more pumps against your head, you felt him suddenly release your mouth. It was as if it was never ending - His cum. You swallowed every last drop though, all while keeping contact with him, which is probably why he came even more. You knew how to make a man lose himself, and you just performed that on Joel, he clearly loved it immensely.

"Fuck sakes." Joel pulled you up from the ground, pushing you against the wall as he began to kiss your face all over, then just focused on your lips. You giggled, kissing him right back. As the two of you continued your make out sesh, you felt his hands find their way beneath your shirt, both hands cupping your braless tits. "No bra, hmm? Dirty girl." "Maybe I knew somethin' like this would happen tonight." You tittered. His hands were warm on your breast, like a fresh cup of warm coffee in your everyday mug, they were warm.

He squeezed them, earning a squeal out of you. "Mmm, I wanna fuck you." Joel growled, kissing your neck again. "Let's do it baby." He added on, now removing your shirt. You held your arms up for him to do so, your boobs bouncing out as he did so. His lips went to them, his entire mouth engulfing your nipple. You felt his tongue sharply flick the nipple, making it harden up more. He did this to your other breast as well, now both of your nipples were hard due to his work. "So sexy." Joel held both boobs in his hands as he kissed you once again.

This was truly crazy to you. Since when did one night stands become so passionate? You seriously wanted this, you wanted him. You knew most likely you couldn't have him. But you wanted him more than you did a couple minutes ago. He was just so fine and manly, you found that attractive in men and even more so with him considering he flaunts it. He knew what he wanted, and he got you.

Soon enough, Joel had you bent over the counter. Your arms were resting on it and a cracked mirror was directly in front of you. You never had mirror sex before, this ought to be good.

"You're so beautiful." Joel looked at your entire body as he stood behind you, his eyes then made contact with yours through the mirror. He took his member in his hands, lining it up with your core and rubbing it through your slits, making you shiver. It felt so good. He was so great at this. The air in the bathroom was warm, by the time the two of you were done, you'd both be sweating intensely.

"Tell me to stop if needed." Consent is sexy.

Joel then slowly but surely pushed himself into you, each inch making you close your eyes tighter. Once he was all the way in, he stopped himself, his hands gripping your waist hard, making sure you were being supported. Your arms stayed on the counter, bent and keeping you stable just as he was. You already figure he'll be rough with you, he'll make sure you feel pleased.

Each time he thrusted into you, the sound of your ass clapping against his manhood was loud, your moans adding to that. Everyone in the bar could hear and yet, you paid no mind. Joel kept his eyes on you the entire time. They were either on your face, back or your ass, but always on you. Your eyes were darting all over the room. You felt nervous making eye contact with him through the mirror, either way, you could hardly keep your eyes open anyways.

"You're so tight." Joel grunted, his hands stroking your midriff. "I am?" You panted, you've never been told that. Your ex was always the silent type. "Very, so tight." Joel held you even more firmly now. You loved the way he talks to you during this. You want a man like him. Or just him. Joel would go from fast, short thrusts into slow, deep thrusts, both felt amazing and made your stomach turn like a brew. "Joel, it feels so good." "I know baby, I know." "God damnit." You whimpered, looking up at the mirror.

Joel looked right back at you, his mouth open and his hair a mess as he fucked you with brisk speed, making sure you'd remember this fucking for the rest of your life. You can already feel your legs wanting to give out from how hard he was going, your stomach slamming into the edge of the counter with every single pump. "You feel how deep I am in you?" Joel grunted. "You're so wet." He commented. "You aren't used to be talked to during sex, are you?"

He could tell.

"No." You admitted, whining as he thrusted unrelentingly.

"I could treat you better than that shit ex of yours could, I promise you that baby." Joel whispered, his hand now on your shoulder, the other at his side. He used his strength to pull your ass back onto him, your wetness making it easy to slip and slide on his dick. "I'm gonna cum." "Hold it just a bit longer hun." Joel cooed to you. His voice was so soft and sounded so loving. He could also be so stern and demanding. The switch up was part of what made you like him so much.

Inside of you, you could feel Joel's member pulse. Pulsating in utter pleasure. And you, you could feel it all. Your stomach was ready to burst, your orgasm creepin' up on you. Joel could obviously tell you were close, he slowed his movements down and made sure to savour this intimate moment the two of you were sharing.

You felt his hand swing underneath you, going to your clit as he began to rub it, all while thrusting into you moderately. "Fuck." You hid your head in your arm, your soft little moans making him harder inside of you. "Cum for me, pretty thing." Joel whispered, slapping your clit with his fingers and that completely caused you to lose it.

You let out a few sharp yet stuttered moans as you clenched around Joel, your climax unraveling inside of you. Joel made sure he quickly pulled out of you, knowing he was going to cum as well.

You felt his cum squirt onto your ass, trailing down your leg til it eventually dropped off onto the cold tiled floor.

"Jesus H Christ." Joel snickered, patting your ass a few times. "Yeah." You giggled too, attempting to stand up straight. "I fucked you that good?" He teased, helping you straighten yourself. You looked at him, your eyes soft yet spent. "Drive me home, I trust you." You chuckled, placing your hands on his sweaty shoulders. "Let's get dressed and clean up first, okay darlin'?" "Sure thing." You replied, he was right.

The two of you got dressed, making sure you didn't look too crazy. Your hair was messy, his too, but that was about it. You plan to sleep once you're home anyways. "Grab a couple paper towels baby, wipe down the counters, ill be in my truck." "Is your brother going to come with us?" You felt as though it'd be extremely weird if he did. "Don't worry bout that hun, he has his own car." Joel assured you, then walked out of the bars restroom.

You stood there, looking at the mess you guy's made.

"Geez." You chortled before beginning to wipe it all down respectfully.

[nightmare-of-homophobes]

Anything Goes ~ Reno Sweeney x f!reader

Warnings: drinking; smut; sex with a strange; creampie (Reno receiving); fingering (Reno receiving); oral sex (reader receiving); mirrors; slow burn(?); misuse of "anything goes" songs; probably annoyingly ooc (idc); no established period; ignores the cannon; hints of bdsm and corruption kink; maybe lightly hints of religion kink but y'all are not ready for this conversation and I didn’t dive into it so let’s all ignore it; no beta reader; and Carol's reference.

Words: 4,7k (more or less)

It’s my first work in months and English isn’t my first language, so be nice leaving comments! Xoxo!

Tag list: @confuseuniverse ( @jubshead @yourbasicqueerie @kenzie-floops, in case you guys aren't interested in being in my tag list please let me know)

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That night was supposed to be just one more cold, boring and lonely night, hadn’t your friends asked you to come with them to a new bar, where - they told you - would have some good drink and very good music since a rising singer would be singing there that night. Always trusting your friends to not let you down on your nights out, you put on your best trousers and a long-sleeved shirt and accompanied them.

The bar was a bit hidden, but you were able to find it. It was a rustic but comfy place, like some old tavern adorned with fairy lights and curtains of silk. It felt like entering another land. One where you could rest and forget your problems.

– So… Who is this rising star we came to see? – you asked once you and your friends were settled down on a table in a corner. The bar wasn’t that crowded and the table was close enough to the stage, so you could still have a clear view of it.

– Her name is Reno Sweeney, if I remember it right. – one of your friends, Hope, told you. – She has been doing shows in the bars around the city and it’s starting to get some attention.

– Reno Sweeney? – you repeated the name, tasting the name. It was a good name, one that you weren’t used to. – Have any of you actually heard her singing?

– No, but you know… There’s always a first time. – Billy, Hope’s boyfriend, said while wiggling his brows. You just rolled your eyes, amused with his attitude.

You all had some drinks before the light on the room started to dim and someone announced the great attraction of the night:

– Ladies and gents, I would like you to welcome our guest star, the woman who had been stealing hearts around town with her seductive voice and tempting looks… Reno Sweeney!

Everyone in the bar applauded as a woman went up on stage. The woman was slim and elegant, dressed on a shiny dress with a slit while a faux fur scarf hung around her naked shoulders. All in white tones… Just as some ghostly (or angelic) vision. The only different color she was wearing was on her lips: dark red lips.

Like a forbidden fruit that few would be able to taste.

– She's gorgeous! – Evelyn, by your side, exclaimed.

– Yes… – you breathlessly agreed. – She is.

When the applauses ceased, the woman spoke seductively, her voice soft as a breeze:

– It's good to be here with all of you tonight… – her smile was charming and playful. – The night is a child, my friends, and I'm certainly just starting. – she winked at the crowd.

As the band started playing, Reno Sweeney started to sway gently to the melody before the first verses finally let her mouth. The hair on the back of your neck immediately raised up at the sound of her singing, her words dripping from her lips like honey. Sweet and, oh, so dense. You just couldn't rip your eyes off her.

It was clear tha the moment she started to sing, the bar became hers… And you were afraid you had become hers too.

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As the night went on and the drinks were drained by your group, you felt yourself getting lighter. When Evelyn asked you to dance, you quickly accepted the offer, playfully assuming the guiding role of the dance - to what he didn't complain at all.

As Reno's gentle voice sang “La Vie En Rose” in the background, you led Evelyn to the dance floor. Couples started to join you and the singer’s attention turned to it, smiling at your playfully behavior as she spotted the two of you in the crowd, dancing through the couples in reversed roles.

You felt nervous as you met her eyes at some point through the dancing, her sassy attitude never faltering as she smirked and winked at you.

(Well, it could've been - and it would make more sense if it was - to Evelyn, but you got yourself hoping that it was to you.)

When the music ended, Reno chuckled maliciously.

– Look at all of us here on a Saturday night… – she started. – Dare I say, we got the behaviour of a bunch of sinners. – she stood up from the little stool she was and gestured towards the people at the bar. Her smile never disappearing. – And since we're a bunch of sinners and mass is only tomorrow morning, I'm afraid I will have to take the burden of guiding you to the light tonight. – signaling to the band, she finished her discourse. – Ladies and gentlemen, we are here tonight to fight the devil… But, of course, we'll do it in the best of styles, so I hope y'all help me by accompanying me in this dance.

As she finished talking, a lively jazz began to play as Reno began to sing about the angel Gabriel. Only that woman could sing a gospel in such a sinful way and yet entertain people who clearly didn't go to the church assiduously.

As she sang excitedly, she left the stage to swing among the people, interacting with tables before getting on the dance floor, dancing with some guys in her way before getting to Evelyn and you.

– Once I was headed for hell… Once I was headed for hell! – she took Evelyn from you, spinning him around just how you've done with him during your dancing. – But when I got to Satan's door, I heard you blowin’ on your horn once more… – she let Evelyn so she could take your hand on hers and spin you too, holding onto your waist after she did it. – So I said, “Satan, farewell!”. – she sang the verse close to your face, making your cheeks burn.

As she let you go and slid across the dance floor back to the stage, you stood frozen at your tracks. Evelyn chuckled at your reaction as he returned to you.

– What the fuck just happened?! – the words blurted out of your mouth as you looked at him.

– I don't know but you got her attention, sweetie! – he said in a singing tone and bumped his hips against yours. – Oh, God, someone pinch me, did we just dance with Reno Sweeney?! – he freaked out a bit.

– WE DID! – I freaked out with him and we laughed our asses out before going to the bar to get a drink.

As Evelyn discussed something about his drink with one of the bartenders, I called another one and asked:

– Could you send one of these to Miss Sweeney? – I pointed down to my own drink. A minty cherry cocktail.

– I could try. – the guy said. – But she hasn't accepted any of the drinks people tried to buy her tonight.

With that, the man caught the attention of one of the waiters and sent them out to ask the singer if she would want the drink. You watched as the man approached her during the break between songs and whispered in her ear, gesturing to the bar.

She gazed at you and you, not knowing what to do, waved shyly at her. She smirked at you while tilting an eyebrow before facing the waiter and saying something to him.

You waited anxiously as they got back.

– She will want a Cosmo instead of the cherry cocktail. – the man informed, waiting for the drink so he could take it back to the woman at the stage.

You smiled to yourself with that and watched when she accepted the drink. She looked at you again and raised her drink subtly at you, to which you answered by raising your own at her direction.

– Seems like you're a lucky one. – the bartender said to you, watching the interaction.

You just chuckled and paid for the drinks.

***

The bar was slowly getting empty and Evelyn was drunk at this point of the night. Billy and Hope were getting disgustingly tactile towards each other and you were in the best of moods.

– I think we should get going… – Hope said after annoyingly letting out a chuckle because Billy was kissing her neck. – Are you coming with us?

– No, you can go… – you said. – I want to see the end of it. – you gestured to the stage.

Billy stood up with Hope and they both took Evelyn with them.

– Good luck, dude! – Billy said as they started making their way out of the bar.

As Reno announced the last song, a man approached your table:

– Excuse me… – you looked at him confused since you didn't know him. – I couldn't help but notice your dancing partner left you and I really want to dance so… Do you fancy a last dance?

You frowned slightly but nodded anyway, quickly standing up. The man didn't seemed harmful at all, so why not?

– Just don't try any funny business. – you warned him, to which he raised his hands in redemption.

– No funny business! – the man agreed.

As Reno's voice flooded the place, you claimed the dancefloor with the stranger. Now there were few people in the bar and most of them were too drunk to know their own name.

The man was gentle and respectful, leading the dance but still giving you some space. While swaying around with the guy, you couldn't shake off that feeling that someone was staring at you - that light pressure nugging at the back of your head and making you feel warmed.

As you looked back to the stage, your eyes locked with Reno’s.

In olden days, a glimpse of stocking

Was looked on as something shocking

But now, God knows

Anything goes

Good authors too who once knew better words

Now only use four-letter words

Writing prose

Anything goes

She sang the verses seductively, never breaking eye contact. You felt your breath hitch.

If driving fast cars you like

If low bars you like

If old hymns you like

If bare limbs you like

If Mae West you like

Or me undressed you like

Why, nobody will oppose

When ev'ry night the set that's smart is in-

Truding in nudist parties in

Studios

Anything goes…

Anything goes

As she finished her show, the man thanked you for the dance.

– This was fun… – he said. – Maybe we could repeat this on another occasion…? – he asked unsure.

You were about to dismiss his offer, when the silky voice rang behind you.

– Excuse me, but can I borrow the lady for a moment?

You felt a shiver run down your spine, so you quickly dismissed the man:

– I'm sorry… – he just nodded politely and you turned around to face the ginger woman again.

– I don't think I caught your name, sweetie… – Reno said, invading your personal space to hold onto your shoulders.

***

The woman's lips clashed against yours in the hall as she used her body to trap you on the wall. After thanking you for the drink and doing some small talk, Reno invited you to her place, which wasn't that far from the bar, to grab some more drinks and talk, so you accepted the offer.

Yet, she clearly had other plans in her mind.

When you both were out of breath, she stepped back so she could find her key and finally open her room’s door. Once you were inside it, she pushed you back against the wall, her hands going to the back of your neck as she smiled with desire.

– You're beautiful… – she said with honesty, making your heart flutter. You weren't used to being complimented.

– If I'm beautiful, then what are you? – I asked breathlessly. – An angel flung out of heaven?

She chuckled amused, leaning into you again as if to kiss you, but stopping to speak against your lips:

– What does this make me? – her voice sent heat straight to your core. – A demon? – you were about to say that wasn't what you meant when she brushed her lips in a way to your ear to whisper. – I liked it.

Those three words almost made you whimper and you had to shut your eyes tight. You would certainly need to go to church after that night.

Holding onto her waist, you brought your mouth to her jaw, kissing and licking a way to her left shoulder while slowly unzipping her strapless dress - sometimes you even dared to softly bite her milky skin, feeling more confident once you noticed she wouldn't prevent you from it.

When you were about to pull her dress down, she escaped from your hands and mouth, a playful smirk on her face as she held the fabric while throwing off her fur scarf. Sitting on the bed with fluid movements, she stared at you - waiting.

– You first. – she said, her tone deep and sultry.

Swallowing hard, you started undoing your buttons. First you undid the trousers, quickly taking it off with your shoes. Then, as you started to undo the shirt, she gestured with one of her finger for you to come closer.

She slipped off her dress as you walked to the bed. Laying down while pulling you with her, she finished your work before throwing your shirt on the ground, her cheeks a bit flushed as she found herself under your weight - your hands placed at the sides of her head to support you.

At that moment, reality hit you. You had a sexy and talented woman under you. But she was a complete stranger.

– We know nothing about each other… – you commented softly.

– Does it bother you? – she asked in a tone as soft as yours, one of her hands was holding gently at your neck as the other caressed your side, tickling you a bit.

– Not at all… – you answered. – But I would like to know more about you.

She held your gaze and bit down on her lip. The lipstick was smudged and you knew your lips, face and neck were covered in that exactly tone of red.

– Well, then ask me before my mouth is too busy to answer. – she whispered tauntingly, making you close your eyes and the butterflies in your stomach twist crazily.

– Reno Sweeney is your real name, or is it an artistic name? – you asked, sitting down at her thighs.

She sat herself too, holding onto your back so she could kiss and bite your clavicle.

– My real name. – she murmured against your skin. – My turn… Do you live in this city, or are you just visiting?

– I live here… – you gasped as she licked from your clavicle to your jaw. – Uhh… How old are you?

She leaned back for a moment to wink at you.

– A lady never reveals her age. – she dived back into work. – Have you done this before? I mean… With a woman?

– Yes. – your breath hitched as she unclasped your bra and took it off. – You?

– Yes… – she took your breasts in her hands. – How old are you?

– 20. – her hands froze for a second and you looked down at her, worried. – Any problem?

– Not at all… You're just younger than I thought. – she said and you watched how she kissed your nipples, feeling yourself get more soaked at every passing second.

– Too young for you?

– As long as you have age to consent… – she licked one of your nipples. – It won't be a problem for me. – latching her lips on it, she lifted her gaze to meet yours eyes.

You lost any rational thought at that sight and a whimper fell from your lips. Throwing yourself back on her, you kissed passionately, holding onto her tight as you unconsciously started rocking your heat against her thigh.

When her tongue teased your mouth, you promptly opened it for her, letting her taste once more the cocktails you had earlier. She also tasted like alcohol, but with hints of sweet and sour that you recognized from that cosmopolitan.

It didn't take long for her to reach between your legs and start rubbing your clit with her thumb, making you gasp slightly against her lips. You took a sharp breath when, putting your panties to the side, she slipped her fingers through your wet folds.

– Gosh, you're soaked… You probably have been wet since I climbed on that stage, haven't you? – she provoked you, bringing her fingers to your clit to lubricate it.

A small moan left your lips as your forehead rested against hers. Your eyes were closed again and when you opened them it was only to be met with Reno's big brown ones staring up at you in desire and admiration. You almost moaned again at that sight.

Rocking your hips against her hand and thigh, Reno built for you a gentle rhythm as she went back to your chest, playing with your nipples into her mouth or free hand, taking rounds between pinching, licking, sucking and biting them. Making you a total mess for her since her busy fingers on your clit were working at a pace that didn't satisfy you at all.

– Reno… – you whimpered her name, feeling so frustrated you could cry if she didn't give you what you wanted. – Please…

You felt her smirk against your breast before raising her head to look at you.

– What is it, darling? – she asked in an innocent tone, pretending to be clueless to your needs.

– Faster, please… – you begged her, your hands holding at her shoulders with such force you would certainly leave marks.

– What? I don't think I understood you, darling… – she said with a smug smile on her face, her eyes twinkling with malice as she slowed even more the pace of her fingers.

You groaned irritated and looked down at her with a begging expression.

– Please, Reno, don't tease me like this. – you hold her face in your hands, panting softly against her lips.

You watched as her eyes darkened even more and she let out a low, throaty humm at your request.

– I love the way you say my name… – she said before catching your lips again, lying you down on the bed so she could have her way with you.

Feeling her kissing a way from your lips to your belly, you almost couldn't hold yourself from buckling and whining as a slut, trying - not so subtly - to get her attention to where you needed her the most.

– Please, please, please… – the soft pleading left your mouth as if it was your personal mantra, which made her very satisfied.

– Since you're asking so well… – she muttered before diving between your legs, a loud and obscene moan leaving your mouth as she did it.

Her tongue circled your clit slowly and lightly before flattening it against you, pressuring down deliciously so you had no option but to throw your head back on the mattress and tangle your fingers on her perfect red locks. Losing your head as a strain of curses fell from your lips.

– Do I have such power on you or are you always this needy? – she mocked you before licking, very slowly, from your entrance to your clit, sucking it hard as she reached it.

She released your clit with a loud pop and your hips quivered under her. You were so sensitive for her at that point.

– You'll have to fuck me in another occasion to discover… – you answered without even noticing, making her laugh.

– Maybe I'll do it… – she answered before bringing her lips to your clit again as she slipped a finger inside you. You were so wet it didn't have any resistance.

As she resumed her sucking, her finger built a rhythm that made you feel both satisfied but in need of more at the same time. And you let her know it.

– Put another one… Please. – for your surprise, she didn't tease you, just obeyed. Her brows were furrowed from being so focused on bringing you to your climax.

You were an unashamed mess. Face hid on the pillow, fingers tightly holding ginger locks, mouth opened, chest rising and falling heavily, cheeks warm, belly tense, erratic hips and trembling legs.

You were at the edge of your orgasm.

Reno, of course, had noticed all of that and was giving her best to ruin you. Twirling her fingers inside you, she found that spot that almost made you scream from pleasure and flattened her tongue again against you, letting you grind onto her mouth as she kept hitting that spot inside you.

Your hips stuttered as an intense wave of pleasure crossed your body and your mind went blank as you shut your eyes tightly.

When the pleasure subsided and you returned to your senses, you realized you still were holding Reno buried between your legs, so you let her go, watching her pull her fingers out of you while choking to catch her breath.

– I'm so sorry, did I hurt you? – you asked her with worry in your voice.

Her only answer, though, was to throw herself back on your lips, kissing you fervently as she straddled your hips, making you taste yourself on her tongue.

When both of you ran out of air, you separated yourselves, a strain of saliva still hanging between your mouths, connecting you two as you breathed the same air.

She didn't give you time to recover at all before she was grinding against your belly and whispering on your mouth:

– I'm so wet for you… – you groaned at her attitude, which just made her grind harder down onto you. – What are you going to do about it?

Sitting straight while still catching your breath, you averted your eyes from hers for a second and an object, in the corner of the room, ended up catching your attention.

– Nice mirror you have there… – you said to her, your mind already turning its gears.

– Fuck, I'm practically jumping at your lap and your attention is on my mirror? – she complained, shaking her ass on your lap.

You chuckled and took her off your lap, going to the mirror. It was a full size mirror and you replaced it in front of the bed.

– What are you doing, come back, darling… – she said seductively, spreading herself temptingly on the bed.

– Wait a minute, you're going to like this, I swear… – you said and adjusted the mirror. – Sit against the headboard of the bed… Can you see your reflex well? – you asked as you watched her obey your request.

– Hmm… a bit to the left. – she guided you. – Enough, yes, now it's perfect. What are we going to do? 

Returning to the bed, you seated beside her and told her:

– Sit in front of me.

Lifting an eyebrow, she smirked, understanding what you were leading to. As you spread your legs and she sat between them, you pulled her body flush against yours.

– Now… Where were we? – you muttered under your breath, letting your hands slide down her body to reach her knees and spread them widely, putting your legs above hers so she was under your mercy. – Your stockings are so soft… – you whispered against her ear, watching through the mirror how she tilted her head to the side, her lips parting as you were running your hands along the stockings. – I wonder if your panties are as soft as them...

Her breath hitched under that comment and you smirked against her neck, letting your right hand wander to her core, feeling how she tensed up the closer you got to it.

Starting to rub her through her panties you used your other hand to pull her bra down and to the side, just enough so her breasts were free from it. Squeezing them and pressing her clit, you were very satisfied to have her getting impatient on your hands.

One of her hands went to the back of your neck while the other held onto your wrist, her breathing getting labored as you put her panties to the side and collected some of her juices with your fingers, before taking them to your own lips to taste her.

– Hmm… So sweet. – you said and heard the small whimper that fell from her as she watched you, through the mirror, lick her juices off your fingers. – Do you want to taste it too?

You placed your fingers back on her pussy, collecting more of her juices. Tapping your fingers against her lower lip, you didn't have trouble slipping them inside her mouth, playing with the softness of her tongue before she actively sucked her own wetness from your fingers.

– Lube them well, okay? – you asked while kissing her jaw and neck. – Then you won't feel any discomfort when I slip them inside you.

A muffled sound left her mouth and you just chuckled before taking your fingers out of her mouth. Without warning, you slipped them inside her.

– Oh, God! – she moaned, throwing her head back on your shoulder, her eyes fluttering close. 

– Is it hurting? – you asked, kissing her temple.

– No, no… – she bit down her lower lip, furrowing her brows as she shifted softly against your hips. She didn't seem uncomfortable at all, just unaccustomed. – Just stay still until I tell you so.

With your free hand, you stroke her face and jaw, making her relax against you.

– Go on. – she said softly.

Pushing your fingers deeper, you found her clit with your thumb. 

– You know… you have a nice bush down here. – you complimented her, eyeing the ginger locks contrasting with the white fabric and her milky skin. A blush creeped on her skin.

– If only you fucked me with the same talent you use to talk nonsense... – she mumbled with a bratty attitude. 

– A what now? – you asked just to be met with her silence. – Well, then I'm sure you could do a better job yourself, don't you think? – you threatened to remove your fingers from her, but her hand on your wrist tightened, holding it in place as she regretted.

– No, no, you're doing great…! – she said, holding your gaze through the mirror. – Don't stop.

You smirked at her reflex and watched her melt against you once again as you started thrusting your fingers in and out her slick hole, the wet sounds filling the room along her small whimpers. But, of course, the quiet atmosphere was broken once her pleasure started to build up. 

Everyone who had watched Reno knew she was cheerful and loud at the stage, yet few knew that she was just as loud in bed. Unashamed - and, honestly, not caring at all - if people were able to hear her in the closest rooms.

– Yes! Yes! Just like that! – the words would fall from her lips in succession, like a hellish melody and you were the one orchestrating it.

You couldn’t point out what was better at that moment. If it was to feel her panting against your body as you held her in her place. Or to hear her cries of pleasure so close. Or to see her slim and beautiful figure squirming at every thrust. Or to be thrusting your fingers as deep as you could, caressing the velvet walls of her insides in a dance you discovered  with her...

Or to have all those sensations combined with the fact that, in the intensity of the moment, Reno acknowledged how loud she was getting and, in a desperate measure to quiet her down for a bit, she reached for your free hand and placed it around her neck, inciting you to choke her quiet.

Holding her throat firmly and doing a final effort with your fingers and thumb to calm down her buckling hips, you watched, mesmerized, as her eyes rolled up and her mouth fell open as a struggled moan left her, her whole body tensing up as she reached her climax, her legs shaking and her hips occasionally buckling to the gentle rhythm you set to help her ride down her orgasm.

Once she started to melt in your arms, you started to slow down your fingers until they came to a stop. Your whole hand was covered in her juices and you didn’t waste time before sliding into Reno’s mouth the exact fingers that were inside her greedy pussy just seconds ago.

She opened her eyes in surprise, but didn’t make any move to not take them inside her mouth. You were still holding her neck softly and gave a playfully squeeze at it before guiding her chin to face the mirror once again.

– Look at you, Reno… – her eyes stared at themselves in the mirror.

She was the absolute picture of lust. Fiery locks falling into all directions, breasts showing off above her bra, legs spread widely, stretched out pussy, skin flushed in a soft pink, eyes hooded and a bit hazy and all the while you were the one holding her like that.

– You really were onto something when you sang that nowadays anything goes.

[the7thheroine]

Inspired by their Ren hana fanfic where the reader was a stripper @6robotmonster6 go check them out.

Ren hana x Stripper soulmate au

(If your soulmate tries to injure you, it doesn’t work and instead the wound will close right back up as if nothing happened)

As you sat in the changing room, adjusting your costume and fixing your makeup, you could hear the other girls chattering around you about the new owner who had bought out the club recently as of last night alongside the loud bass blasting music outside the door.

“He’s a beast skin! A fox at that too.”

“I heard he’s apart of a human trafficking ring and does some live streams with the people he takes!”

“I heard he’s into some pretty twisted stuff…”

“Im going try and score with him. he gave the girls last night a generous tip. Just for a chat and a kiss! He’s definitely got some cash on him to share out.” Cut in ‘Angel’ putting down her makeup brush before standing up and stretching, throwing you a wink making kissing gestures.

She was one of the most booked dancer and was the old club owners favourite dancer considering her devilish personality. She was sly, always managing to twist the customers into giving her more money, you would consider her a friend if you weren’t constantly competing to get the most customers and money.

You look up at her, she never usually is enthusiastic about performing, so maybe this guy was a serious donor. “Have fun. I’m on the pole for awhile then I’m on the private rooms for an hour.” You chimed in before standing up and doing up your heels.

She turned back to you offering a quick wink. “Be careful alright? Your the new meat and that makes you naive.” She called laughing. “Says you! Your trying to score with a gang leader in human trafficking.” You rolled your eyes. Walking away.

As you walked in you couldn’t help but take a look at the people around the stage. Angel had already made her move and was sat under the arm of the new boss who seemed… very short. The only feature you could see that gave away the beast skin was his eyes and sharp claws that were caressing angels leg and his amber eyes keeping a close eye on her as if she was his prey. Around the both of them sat a circle of fancy, established business men. Many who had seemed to develop… excitement from angels appearance. You couldn’t help but shiver in disgust.

Walking towards the stages you couldn’t help but let your mind wonder. Many of the people who came to the clubs in the city did not have soulmates and were almost always soulmateless or had yet to meet the one they would call their own. It’s not like people actively search out their soulmate by hurting others.. right?

Just before you could reach the pole however to begin your performance, you heard the sound of a cry. “What the fuck is the matter with you?! my leg!” Angel had stood up swaying from left to right, her hand tightly over the flesh of her leg that had been ripped up by the man.

��Well isn’t that a shame.. I’m sure you can get that patched up!” The man smiled, licking his claws where the blood laid slowly dripping. You couldn’t help but shudder.A few girls had made their way over, two supporting Angel to help her into the back room to clean up. “Fuck you! Oh my god my leg how am I supposed to dance!” She cried out as weight was placed on her injured leg.

“Well aren’t you fiery! I’d be careful how you speak to me if you want to keep your life and job.” He chuckled slowly turning around to the now silent club. “isn’t this a great time to introduce myself! As many of you ladies and gents now know I am the new owner of this club.” He smiled and took off his hat pressing it to his chest. On his head laid two fox ears and a head of orange and silver hair.

His eyes traced over the girls before landing swiftly on you. He stood up making his way over to you before shaking an arm around your waist pulling you into his chest “Of course I won’t be running things like your old boss and there will be a few adjustments to the performances to suit the performances for my taste.. but I’m sure you dancers won’t mind as we both have in common our love for performances!” He smirked turning towards you.

You couldn’t help but blink. Did… did he want you to answer? Slowly a fake smile graced your face. “Of course sir we would be happy to do so for you.” You slowly tried to pull away from him, but his grip did not let up. “Huh.. you didn’t sound to enthusiastic sweetheart. I’ll give you another try.” His eyes has seemed to loose its twinkle and had taken on a predatory look.

“I.. Uhmm.. yes sir! We would be grateful for you to change the way it runs and would be happy to serve you!” You tried to smile wider but your nerves from his threat made if fall lopsided and your voice to gain an edge and start to shake.

He tutted, “you don’t sound to pleased, and here I had heard you were one of the best dancers and employees. I think I’ll have to let you go. I gave you a chance and you fucked it up.” His arm tightened around your waist as he raised his other hand up. You writhed and cried trying to escape his hold begging him. “ Please! I’ll do anything! Don’t do this-” his hand slashed over your stomach twice with his nails, creating multiple wounds. You screamed in agony falling to the floor. Oh god.. is this how you will die? In some dingy club on the floor after you couldn’t please your impatient owner? You could hear the girls screaming and the stunned audience whispering. Many of the goons in delight of the blood, some fancy business men in disgust from the lack of show.

“Well.. isn’t this is a twist for the night!” You heard him say. You looked up. You didn’t feel light headed Anymore.. you couldn’t feel your blood or guts spilling out. Slowly, looking at your stomach where the gashes had once laid, they were closed up. The blood still stained the carpet and your costume. But you weren’t bleeding out. You weren’t dead.

You felt two pairs of strong hands pull you up and place your arms behind your back.

He was watching you, a look mixed with love and obsession covered him face. “It seems as if I’ve found my other half.. don’t worry your all mine and you won’t be performing anymore.” His bloody claws reached up caressing your cheek slowly before he leaned in pressing a kiss to your forehead. You tried not to flinch as he pulled away, signalling the guards to take you out the door.

And as your pulled away you can hear the muffled barking off orders to round up all the dancers who witnessed the crime and to have them sent out and replaced by next week.

[m0rbidmacabre]

One night with Mary Goore

4084 words

Summary: You go to a death metal show and meet Mary Goore, you soon find out how much you want each other. Notes: One night With Mary Goore - This series has started due to feeling creatively sapped with my other fics - wanted to get my hands "Dirty?!" is that the word? haha! Enjoy.

WARNINGS: Smut, One Night Stands, Sexy Times, Fucking, Bathroom Sex, Exhibitionism

One Night With: Mary Goore

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You were about done getting ready to head out to a local gig. You had picked out a little black velvet dress, your hair tumbled down your shoulders like waves in the ocean, your eyes covered in deep black eyeshadow, and your bright lipstick burned into your skin like shimmering rose petals. You looked good, like a vision of death herself. You had been looking forward to the show tonight, it wasn’t often that the local venue had Death Metal bands playing in your hometown, and you were looking forward to letting your hair down and enjoying your favourite genre of music, even if you hadn’t heard of any of the bands on the line up, you knew you would have fun.

You grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and called for a cab. It was not long until you were at the venue, tonight was one of those nights where the venue was packed full, the only ladies in sight seem to be the ones with their partners. You though, you were ballsy, headstrong and it didn’t bother you if some gent came up to you unrequested, you knew how to get him to leave you alone. You did this often, and you never felt like you needed company to enjoy a show. You were here to enjoy the music and unwind, and that is about it.

You headed to the bar and got yourself a drink, “Vodka and Coke, please”. The bartender just looked at you, smiled and nodded his approval. you go to this venue a lot and by now you were coming up to speaking terms with the bar staff. It was always the same dude, and you were sure he knew your order off by heart by now, but you still asked politely as you always did.  While you were waiting for him to return with your drink you stood watching him as he made it up, counting out the cash you would need to pay him when you were rudely interrupted “Hey Hey Hey, Can I get a beer? We have got to go on stage soon” You glance to your left and meet the gaze of the man stood next you. He looks at you with a ridiculous smirk on his face, you look him up and down. He was heavily covered in stage make up, pale as night with bright red fake blood dripping down his face, His raven black hair covering up most of his face and his t-shirt torn but fitted and his jeans just as ripped up. “He’s just grabbing me a drink; He won’t be a minute” you say to him with a polite smile, trying give the bar man a little space. “Oh, is he… isn’t he lucky” He smiled at you. “ALSO, get this lady another one of what she ordered too, stick it on my tab with the beer.”  He cheekily winked at you. You could not help but smile at how forward he was, you almost had to hold back from laughing at him. you took your drinks from the bar man, nodding thanks to both, and found yourself a decent spot for the show.

You stood by yourself enjoying the support act for the night, they were another heavy death metal band that you did not quite catch the name of. They were heavy, and you liked how much energy they were giving off. It was not long until you noticed the guy from the bar was walking around, almost strutting with confidence oozing from him and talking to a few people who were dotted around the venue, he was making his way around the room greeting people and handing out flyers. You stood watching him, averting your gaze from the band currently giving it their all on stage. He was hot you thought to yourself, and clearly very sure of who he was. He moved on to talk to another person who was closer to you, they began talking and you could just see him over the man’s shoulder, they both stood laughing, and his face lit up when he handed the man a flyer. you kept watching with intrigue when suddenly, he spotted you looking at him and that cheeky devilish smile appeared back on his face. He finished talking to the man he was currently having a conversation with, glancing at you in-between talking, like he wanted to see if you were still checking him out and since he had now noticed where you were standing, he made his move towards you.

“Hey beautiful, you come here often?” He smiled.

You laugh out a response at the weak chat up line. “I do… But I have never seen you here before.”

“I am Mary… My bands Repugnant, we are headlining tonight’s show.” He said puffing out his chest to make himself look good. “You look good by the way, very pretty” he smiled with his eyebrows raised and your cheeks flushed red, before you knew it you were both talking about your favourite subject, music. You were both laughing at your similar tastes and how much going to these shows meant a lot to you both because you both loved the death metal scene you were both drawn to.  You both stood talking for a while until Mary noticed one of his band mates gesturing to him to come over.

“I have got to go; we go on soon but are you going to be hanging around after the show? I will buy you another drink” He smiles at you with another devilish grin that leaves you wondering what was going through his mind.

“It depends on how good you are on stage…  I guess.” you smile back, laughing at your own sarcasm.

“I guess, I’ll see you after my set then…” He laughs, cocky as well as headstrong. It looked good on him.

The band on stage finishes and you see the techs setting up the stage during turn around, you don’t see Mary again until his bands intro begins to play. You can feel butterflies flying around your stomach at a million miles an hour, you were intrigued to see him on stage. After all he had made his band sound awesome, He was hot as fuck too… Why wouldn’t you be?

The stage went black as the introduction played out, you could hear the rustle of the crowed as the energy began to build in the room and then suddenly, the band members appeared on stage bathed in red light. All you could hear was the sound of people cheering around you as Mary took the lead. The sound was powerful, captivating, drawing the audience in and wrapping them up in the band’s performance, Mary began letting out screams that could have summoned Satan himself. You liked their strong presence on stage, they did not stand back in the dark. Even though the lighting was dark and dull you could feel the energy ripping through your body as they played and Mary, well Mary looked like he could have been an angel in the body of the devil himself and he more than intrigued you at this point. The lights flash, the drums and guitar pounding to the beat and Mary’s voice echoed through the venue. You could feel your core getting wet as you watched him taking command of the stage, he was good at what he did, he had every right to be that cocky shit he seemed to be when you talked.

You stood at the back your gaze firmly on him, and then he let out a deafening scream... His gaze shifted upwards from his guitar, looking for yours finding you instantly as he let the scream rip through him. Again, showing you his cocky side. You bite your lip, hardly able to control his intense stare and his screams at the same time. He was making you melt, and he could see it. How could he miss it?

They played their hour-long set, and You enjoyed every moment of it, but your underwear did not enjoy it as much as you did. You were wet, you could feel the wetness forming in your panties. The excitement from the show was clear, and you knew that he could tell how excited he made you. It was written across his cocky face as he looked at you with purpose. He wanted you, and he could tell you wanted him too.

After they had finished playing you made your way to the bar and ordered another drink, you stood waiting, thinking if hanging around is the right choice. As you stood nursing your drink, you lost track of everything around you and stood in your own thoughts, but you were quickly pulled from that when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turn around to see a sweaty Mary looking at you with a smile on his face. His face paints now smeared all over his face, He looked even hotter the messier he got.

“I told you you wouldn’t leave…” he laughed. You smiled at him, nudging him. “You're so cocky Mary…” you laugh back at him.

“But you like that about me, don’t you? He grinned and without pausing he continued “Why don’t we get out of here? I have a few hours before I need to be back for the bus... We are playing some other city tomorrow.”

You look at him trying to figure him out and decided to throw caution to the wind, what did you have to lose? Nothing. It was not often you were adventurous; it was not often you let your hair down.

“Okay” you looked at him and smiled. You finished your drink and you and Mary head for the venue door. “I know a little bar around the corner we could hangout in. it’s quiet, and the jukebox is impressive.” You say to him with a smile.

As you both head out the venue door, Mary grabs your arm and pulls it into his tucking it under his arm. “So, this bar… You say its quiet, how quiet?” he askes curiously, you smile back at him wondering what he was he was planning for you both. “It’s normally pretty dead, I’m sure we could most likely grab a booth in the corner” you say to him with a little smug smile. “Great, I want you all to myself” He responds. Just him saying that sends a shock of warmth through your core. You can’t tell if he’s teasing or if he’s being truthful, your mind wonders too what you could both get up to in the next few hours alone with each other.

Arriving at the bar Mary opens the door for you, watching you intently as you smile at him as you enter the bar area. It was just as you thought, it was quiet, just a few people around. “You go grab us a booth, I’ll get us drinks. Make sure we are alone! I don’t want us to be disturbed” Mary says to you with an evil grin. You sit down in the corner booth; nobody can see you both from here and you were pretty sure that nobody would bother you. It wasn’t long until Mary appeared with drinks for you both and he slid into the booth next you and without even a thought he placed his hand on your knee. You both sat discussing the tour his band are currently on, and Mary was telling you how well it was going and that he felt like a big change was coming, like something might finally be happening for them. You smile sweetly at him, you could tell he was proud of his music, you could tell it was his passion as he told you all about it. His face glowed when he spoke about his music, and it was electric. It wasn’t long until his attention was fully turned to you, and the hand on your lap was moving closer and closer to your core. You didn’t stop him; you just went with the flow. It felt good to feel his hands on you, to feel the heat from his hands, and he looked at you with purpose every time your eyes locked. Like he was going to take you and make you his, and you would happily oblige him.

You move your leg onto his lap, and you move in closer to him, he was radiating warmth and you felt yearning for him. He felt like a warm blanket that you just wanted to wrap around you. You give him a sultry look, looking at him to close the gap between you both. He cupped your face with his free hand, leaning in to kiss you but he didn’t… he stopped right before your lips met and he just held you there... you could feel the tension building between you both as you could both feel the warm breath of the other on each other’s lips. “You’re so pretty, such a pretty girl” he whispered to you as he held your face to his... your eyes both never leaving the other. He broke the gaze with a lick, licking your soft lips instead of kissing them. All you could do was bite your lip back at him, the teasing was becoming too much for you, your flushed cheeks said it all.

“Mm... You taste good…” he whispers to you.

“Mary, stop teasing…” you smile at him.

“Tell me what you want then pretty girl?” he replied.

“You, Mary.” your confession echoing in your ears.

He closes the gap, kissing you hard and sliding his tongue into your mouth... just enough to let you taste him as your tongues intensely dance with each other. His hand moves to the back of your head, and you move your head back allowing him to kiss you deeper, harder. He pulls your hair, letting you know that you’re his tonight. It wasn’t long until that hand on your lap decides to wander closer to your core, his hands reaching your panties and he can feel your heat growing “You’re so wet for me already… Naughty girl” He hums in your ear but by this point all you wanted to do was be on top of him, under him or anyway else he wanted you. He begins to rub circles through your panties, your core instance wanting his. You kiss him harder as you use your foot on his lap to rub circles on his crotch through his jeans, he was hard, ready, primed for you and you could feel him growing harder the longer you both sat teasing one another.

“Fuck, you’re driving me insane… What am I supposed to do with this” he laughs at you, his gaze looking down at his pants. His hard cock fully formed and pressing hard against his tight jeans.  

You just smile at him. “Follow me” you whisper to him cheekily. You got to your feet and adjusted your dress and walked firmly across the bar to where the bathrooms were. Mary could see where you were heading and followed you slowly behind with a look of wanting written across his face... like a pray animal stalking its victim.

You enter the bathroom and stood by the sinks looking into the mirror as Mary walked in behind you. You hear the click of the door, As Mary found the lock. He stood at the door, just watching you in the mirror. Your breathing heightened from the excitement; your gazes met through the mirror on the wall. It only took him two steps to reach you, he stood behind you while you still faced the mirror. He pushed your hair out of the way and buried himself into your neck, Kissing, biting… a moan slips from your lips, and you can tell this is going to heat up quickly, that this was going to be instance and you expected nothing less from him.  He lifts your dress while his face is still buried into your neck, he slaps your ass and gives it hard squeeze, pushing you against the sink you stood in front of just so he can squeeze that bit harder. His name slips from your breathless lips, and he stops and looks at you in the mirror.

“Do you want me pretty girl? Do you want me to fuck you? You’ve made me so hard that I can promise you it will be rough. Tell me you want me?” he whispered into your ear, still biting, and nipping you as he hushed out words to you.

“Mary…. I want you Mary… please”.

That was all he needed to hear, and his hand reached around in front of you, pulling up your dress to reveal your panties, he slapped your ass again...

 “Take them off…” he grunted at you.

You slowly pull down your panties, and Mary huffed, too impatient to wait and began to help you pull them down. You step out of them and return to looking in the mirror at him, he looks at you and grins and you smile back at him, your sultry eyes piercing into him.

He reaches around the front of you, finding your mound... using his two middle fingers to open you up for him “You’re so wet, So wet for me. Urgh, you’re so fucking hot… How am I supposed to leave you after this?” he whispers in your ear as he begins to circle your clit using his thumb. You moan at how responsive his fingers are, pushing yourself back into him, feeling his hard cock through his jeans on your rear... rubbing yourself onto him as he circles your clit, adding pressure, just enough for you to feel your slick becoming all too much. You stop and turn yourself around to face him, you needed him desperately and without a second thought your hands were on the button of his jeans... pulling them open as you both fall into a deep kiss. His cock sprang free, and Mary moaned against your lips at his newfound freedom. You reach between you both, finding his cock and begin to play with him... breaking your kiss to lick your hand, you put your hands around him and begin to play with him. His lips return to yours as he moans through as you begin to find a pace that keeps him on the edge of wanting you.

“Urghhh… turn around, turn around I want to fuck you” he moaned into your mouth. You turn around again, watching him in the mirror as he kisses into your neck. “Bend over pretty girl… I’m going to fuck you so hard” he instructs you. You lean onto the sink, pushing your butt into him, feeling his hard cock pushing against you. You watch him as he begins to line himself up to you, and within what felt like an eternity, he pushed into you… your eyes rolling back into your head as he stretches you out, your back arching as you finally feel the fullness of his cock inside you. “Fuck… you’re so tight, you feel so good...” He whispers to you. He begins to move, thrusting with purpose, thrusting hard… making you moan and cry out his name as his cock hits your sweet spot. All that can be heard in the bathroom is the echoing slaps as he pounds himself into you. He gathers up your hair, and pulls it, pulling your head up to meet his gaze in the mirror “Watch me, you slut... watch me fuck you”. Your eyes meet his, watching him move with purpose as he bites his lip, chasing his own orgasm. “Spread your legs, wider, play with yourself” he instructs you one more.  You move your hand to your core, finding your clit and you thumb circles into yourself, getting rougher and rougher as your orgasm builds, matching Mary’s pace.

“Mary… Mary... I’m going to cum” you echo out to him.  “No, No, you wait for me little slut…”  He continues to move, hard and fast... and then he stops. Dropping your hair and pulling out of you, you moan at the loss of him, he turns you around to face him and kisses you deep as he picks you up, placing you onto the sink. “Spread your legs baby, wide” you oblige, not wanting to waste time, not wanting to lose the chase you were building, and he pushes back into you... your body shuddering against his as you feel him enter you deep... you could feel the heat radiating off him as your bodies press together and he begins to drill into you again... “I’m close baby, so close” he whispers into your ear. You run your hands through his hair as you hold onto him, every nerve ending in your body was reacting to him. Your orgasm so close that you didn’t think it was possible to stop yourself from letting go any more “Mary, Mary… I’m going to cum, please, can I? I don’t think I can… wait any longer Mary” you whisper to him.  He looks at you, with a devilish grin, his eyes saying everything you needed him to say... He pounds faster, hitting your sweet spot over and over as your orgasm builds and you feel your whole-body shudder and as your core tightens against him as you let go... “Fuck… baby... urghhh” He whispers at you as your orgasm races through you, milking him for everything he has. You feel him stiffen against you, his body letting go, spilling himself into you as he collapses against you. You both stand there for a while, catching your breath as you can feel him coming down from his orgasm. You both saw stars, it was intense. He lifts his head up, peeling himself off your shoulder and he looks at you with a smile. “Fuck, you’re so hot” he says to you slapping your thigh, you run his hands through your hair and give him a kiss on the forehead. He pulls out of you, and you moan at the loss between your legs as you feel him spilling out of you and your eyes meet again. Another dirty smile from him.  He walks into the stall and cleans himself up, putting his cock back into his ripped jeans... he retrieves wipes for you… “Open your legs for me baby…” he says to you and cleans you up, picking up your panties from the floor and returning them around you.

“Let’s go…” He looks at you. “I don’t have long until I need to be back at the bus” You look at him with a little sad smile, and he leans into hug you as you put his hair back into place. He picks you up off the side and returns you to your standing position as you pull your dress back into its place. You leave the bathroom first and return to your booth. Mary follows, stopping by the bar to get you both drinks and slides back into the booth next to you. You rest your head onto his shoulder as you both drink still catching your breath from your bathroom escapades. Mary pulls his phone from his pocket, 3 missed calls. You watch him as he texts, placing your hand on his lap as he replies to his missed messages. He throws the phone on the table with a smile and kisses you on the forehead as you both sit together in the company of the other. No words needed, just sharing the afterglow of your time together.  “Look, I need to go...” He says to you, you look at him and smile... “Can I see you again?” he asks. You sit up and take his phone from the table and put in your number. “Text me later” you say to him as you hand him back his phone.  He smiles at you and puts his phone back into his pocket. He leans in and gives you a deep kiss, one that was meant to cause wanting, a want that successfully achieved its purpose sending your stomach to fill you with butterflies at his touch.  Breaking the kiss “I’ll text you later then” He smiled pulling himself to his feet, and taking one more look at you before walking off into the night…

[violet-arroyo]

Things in fandom and fanfic that bother me, in no particular order:

A/U's where literally the only thing the characters have in common with their screen/literary counterparts are their names and/or appearances. This is called lazy original fiction, not fanfic.

Ship wars. Seriously? You want to fight over who's the best couple? How does that in any way enhance your fandom experience? How does someone else liking a different ship in any way take away from your ship?

Harassing the fan work creators. Again, seriously? Have you not got anything better to do?

Harassing the writers/directors/actors because you can't handle your fantasy world not turning out how you wanted. You are rot. Seriously, just go reevaluate your life choices.

Bad tagging. Not enough, too many, not the right tags, ambiguous, NOT TAGGING FOR POSSIBLE TRIGGERS especially consent issues, ships not tagged... this list could keep going forever.

Kink shaming or subject shaming. Look, I personally don't like certain things. Do I attack the people who do? Nope. I move along and leave them in peace.

Not tagging or rating sexual content. This deserves its own bullet point. It's not just about people's right to avoid it, it's about not distributing pornography to minors. Kind of illegal, guys.

Crossovers that make zero sense. This is just a personal preference, but I'd rather not read about the TMNT going on a picnic with Jane Austen's Emma during the blitzkrieg. (I pulled that outta my head and kinda creeped myself out.)

Making a character get pregnant just because that's how you think all romances should end. If I stumble across one more "strong woman just needs a baby to be happy" story, I am going to start ripping out uteruses. Wake up, ladies (and gents I suppose). Quit reducing your favorite characters into nothing more than baby factories.

Hate in general. Don't like it? Then don't read it, don't look at it. Every personal identity (race, ethnicity, gender, sex, sexual orientation, religion, nationality, etc.) is valid. Your opinion doesn't dictate what others create.

"Ewww, they're too old to be in the fandom." Suck it. I was here when you got here and I'll be here when you leave.

"Egads, these youngsters are ruining my fandom!" Dude. How do you think you got started? I remember being 12 and taking over the Trekkie mantle from my mom. She had her 1960s opinions, I had my 1990s opinions and my kids have their 2020s opinions.

Ship wars. Just reiterating: ship wars are stupid. This is why I have an OT3 in Buffy. I'm not going to pick and you can't make me, nyah nyah!

[luin-no-koibito]

Shiki's LMJ Liveblog - Case 7 (Part 4)

I've been taking my sweet time with this case, but, let's go ask the peeps art the government building for info.

》Return of Mushroom Head《

Mushroom Head actually has seen Ratman. Hell, he's actually been the guy Ratman has had to bail out last time he came in.

And it was in one spot he frequented.

Looks like the mayor's assistant is wanting to get ripped too, but that's not important.

Least we got a good puzzle from Benny, our friendly neighborhood purveyor of popoños.

》Shady area time《

Looks like we got a silly lil guy on our hands!

...geez, we're getting cryptic death threats from literal KIDS now? This really ain't your older sibling's Layton game, huh?

But at least our homegirl ain't takin it!

Anyway, we gotta beat up some thug.

》45 picarats later...《

Social commentary on the fandom much?

》Our thug guy is getting away, but we're chasing him!《

Wait, that flashback had Seafood Guy call Ratman a "true gent"... KAT, I FOUND YOUR DAD! (/j)

While Ratman's still not here, we are seeing Chance around.

》welp, let's check the dead end《

Now Mohawk Man's pickin' a fight with us? Someone's gonna die tonight.

》Don't Fuck With Me! I Have the Power of God and Puzzles on My Side!《

Kat, your AuDHD coded side shines through as always.

And Ratman was the one that reformed Mohawk Man.

Well, we gotta chase an ACTUAL rat now.

》Old Lady with Dementia (and puzzles)《

But it seems like Ratman may be a customer of Old Lady with Dementia.

》Reporting back to my friend's blorbo《

And Chance is still depressed.

》Puzzle time《

Turns out he wasn't lying about being a parent.

Wait... he had to quit because he's a dad? Makes sense.

And finally, this case is out of the way!

[ravenveenova97]

Ok I have been away for a while 😅 sorry but I've been playing and testing Poli AI, im hooked 🤭 so iv been busy drawing out characters and letting the AI model change little things about them, so without further ado let me introduce you.

Zoro (inspired by my Zoroark human form)

He lives in a run down neighbourhood, he's a prankster mischievous and playfully, he is also loyal gentle and kind.

He finds the MC down a dark ally confused and lost, ragged clothes and a case of memory loss.

Rin

This is a dark tail, your MC depressed and suicidal tries an attempt to end there life, till Rin shows up and rips you way from that fait.

He is gloomy, depressed but he is also soft hearted and loving when he opens up to you.

Haku

Your MC is the most popular girl in the Academy not just for your looks but also for your brains, this shy little guy melds into the background and nobody sees him, until one day he drips he's pencil in class and the MC gives it back to him. Warning ⚠️ this guy not as shy as he looks.

Felix

This is D&D based story

Felix is a moon druid, he able to communicate with animals, tame them and also wild shape into a Owlbear, he's companion is Kuro a white Bengal tiger, MC and Felix meet when MC is hunting down a Vampire that's caught the hunters Guild attention.

Felix is protective, jealous but he's also kind won't over step boundaries but be warned he is highly flirty.

Ethan

He's cold, aloof, poker faced and cool, he is also a straight laced guy at your college, basically a goody two shoes, but he is strict and don't tick him off he has a sharp tongue and will scould you.

The MC herself is an out cast a rebel basically a rule breaker, she bunks her lessons 🤭 opposites attract.

Toshiro

A student at Kikagami Academy, he a little bit of a loner but dose have a few friends out of the Academy, he is aloof, poker faced and suffers from depression wich he's getting therapy for, he's family life has a dark background that led to he's depression.

MC is a Female student a year up from Toshiro, she is a pure loner, no friends and is a Pastel goth.

Now the last three, I saved the best for last 🤭⚠️

Sosuke 🔥🥵

Sosuke is your Art teacher in College, he has very feminine features and an extremely Attractive to he's female students, he is flirty and playful with a hint of elegance and dominants, he often flirts playfully with he's female students but knows not to over step he bounds, basically he knows when to stop.

MC is a quiet girl in Sosuke class with an outstanding artistic eye which Sosuke is drawn to.

Kosuke

He lives in a port town know for there big fishing boats and happy little town vibes, Kosuke was a twig and a kid and helped he's dad at the fisherman's warehouse, he playfull, energetic, loyal and trusting.

MC moves back to their home town (being Kosuke's village) where they grew up before moving away at 10.

Now my all time favorite, one I'm playing now and omg I love him 😍 lady's and gents meet my 1#

💕Tomoyoshi 💕

He is a college student about to hit 18 in a few weeks, he has a sweet tooth, he's sweet, he's kind, he's loyal, he's a hopeless romantic, he easily blushes when complimented, he emotional and empathetic, he's dream is to one day own a Caff of he's own and is looking for part time work on the weekends. Ow did I also mention he's a ♋ 💕

Sorry I really like him 🥰

So MC is a manager and owner of the local Retro cafe and there taking job interviews trying to find a good fit for the weekend shifts.

[tommyboykaulitz]

DSS(F)

Bam Margera x Reader Smut

fem reader, or@! fem/rec, the goods(ifykyk)

DSS(F)

“D! S! S! EFFFFFFFFFF!” I yell, walking into the living room. Bam shoots up and cheers with me, leaving the guys on the couch still. Steve-O and Dunn get up, not knowing what their cheering about but following us to the car. It’s 11pm and we’re just now leaving the house. 

“Hey man I hate to burst your bubble but,” he turns the music down “what the hell is DSSF?”

“It’s kinda just a fun way we can blow off steam every night. Buttttt, we ain’t spillin’. Y’all gots to find out yourselves.” I pull into the parking lot of our favorite little bar. Just a nice bar with some country music, no house music and sweaty bodys flopping around the floor.

“Ahh man this place blows man, why don’t we go down to Karma real quick.” Dunn begs Bam, slamming his last can of beer. 

“Nah man I’m not messing up DSSF, we don’t get F every night I’m not risking it.” Bam says slapping my ass as he runs by. 

“FUCK YOU BAM!” I say laughing as I punch him. We walk in and I send them all to get us a table while I get some beers and shots. 

“Damn little lady!” Bam shouts pulling me into his lap biting down on my shoulder as I bring the beers. I hand out there beers, using my belt buckle to open them all. 

We pound back 4,6,8 beers each before paying,”Ok whose buying?” I ask almost slumped over Bams arm. 

“Wait you weren’t buying?” Steve-O asks, dropping a bottle off the table. 

“Nah man, fuck.” I whip off Bams hat and put my card in there,” Alright everyone put your cards in.” I shuffle the hat around reach in and pull out a card,”Dave…Dave?”

“Oh yeah man we traided cards the other day, forgot to get mine back.” Dunn says, reaching for Daves card. 

I pull the card back, standing back from the table, “Alright thank you Dave…I guess?”

••••••••••••••••••••

We all fall back in line, loading back up into my van before continuing to D’S’SF. “Okaaay, RIGHT! LEFT! LEFT! STOP!” Bam was shouting random directions to get to the place. “This…this is it man.”

“Fuck baby,” I say, getting out of the van with him, standing on the side of this big ass hill. Overlooking the city, we had only been visiting so we never saw New York from this angle. “It’s gorgeous.” 

“Does the S stand for suicide? What the hell are we doing here?” Dunn askes stumbling over Steve-O. 

“Calm down man, we gotta set it up.” I pull open the side door on the van and started pulling the couch away from the wall.”BAM! HELP ME!” I yell, ready to sit down again. We get the couch out and we all get comfy. I jump up and run to my glove compartment. “Y’all readyy???”

I sit back down beside Bam before he pulls me up onto his lap. I put the bong between Bams legs as I load a bowl, making sure I don’t drop anything.”Ladies and gent,” I say, noddin my head to Bam “May I present to you, the first S of the night.” I snatch the lughter out of Bams pocket, seductively. Taking the biggest rip I ever had. 

Passing it around the circle. I grab the speaker from the passanger seat and start playing HIM. 30 minutes go by and we end up getting cold so we get a little bit more high.(…6 more bowls) We loaded up the couch back into the van. 

•••••••••••••••••••••

We had been driving around for maybe an hour before we found the place. “Y’all ready for the last letter of the night?” 

“Fuck this man can’t we go out to eat? I got the muchies bad.” Dunn begs. 

“No man, I’ll drop you off at home after this. Grab your boards.” As we get out we walk up to this abandoned hotel I had checked out earlier. “Be quiet, listen to me. Lay low, don’t break anything, single file.”

“What the he-“ Bam stops midsentence watching me run across the yard into the gates. I wave someone over and Bam sends Steve-O, Ry, and then himself. 

“What are we doing yk?” Steve-O askes. 

“Just follow me, we should be good now.” I run inside the building. An old familiar hotel I would stay in as a child, on the rare occasions we’d come here. “It’s the same way I remember it,” no decay, no damage, everything the exact same. I drop my board down and start skating around the halls, until I found it. The pool. 

I sneak in flip on some flashlights and drop in. Thank god it was empty, I had never seen it full. The guys follow in and drop in with me. “Fuck man, where’d you find this place.”

“My mom used to live here, I’d get to visit her every now and then.” I scream, continuing around the bowl. About 2 hours pass and everyones getting tired. “Everyone get in the car.” I demand to the fallen boys. 

••••••••••••••••••••

“Are you ready?” Bam asks, the guys sleeping on the couch mumbling. 

“Yesss, lemme get these kids home.” I say making the turn as sharp as possible ontk their street.

“What the fuck man?!” 

“Shut up and go inside Dunn.” I drive off and we get home around 5am. Bam runs around the car grabbing me out of my seat and wrapping my legs around him. He tightens his grip around my thighs as he carries me into the house. He sets me down and we makeout as we rush to the bedroom, thrusting each others on the walls on our way. 

Bam pushes me back onto the bed as he pulls my pants down, revealing my black lacy thong he loved. I grab him on both sides of his face, leading him up to my lips, pulling his shirt off him and kissing his neck as he does the same. Kissing all down my neck, chest, stomach, ending on the inside of my thighs. Wrapping his fingers around my underwear as he pulls them off me. 

He kisses me, before wrapping his tongue around my clit. Sucking as he inserts two fingers inside me. I gasp as I get comfortable around his fingers. He curls them as he licks all around my clit, squeezing my boobs with his other hand. “Ffu-uck” I moan pushing his head down more, wanting him more than I had him. He speeds up his pace as I moan and groan. Twitch and shake from the pleassure. Then he stops, causing this lingering feeling of emptiness. 

He crawls up the bed as he plants kisses all over my body. Kissing my lips before sucking all over my neck. I slowly reach down and palm his boner before unbuckling his pants, exposing his red hot dick. He didn’t have the biggest dick but he knew how to use it. “Spit.” Holding his hand out under my mouth, I do. He reaches his hand down before running it up and down his dick before lining himself up with me. 

He slowly pushes the tip inside of me before he starts to pick up the pace. Thrusting harder each time. He leans down to my neck again as I run my hands up and down his back, loving the amount of pleassure I feel with him. I had never felt it with anyone else. I moan load in his ear and he thrust harder, going faster each time. Everytime I forget how good he is. He how everytime I see him naked my lust for him grows…and it never dies. “Fuuuuck,” I moan. We both know whats coming He picks up the pace even more and plays with my clit with his thumb until we both reach our high. 

The thrusts slow down and he rolls over, “Damn baby, that was definitely your best,” I chuckle shoving him away “stay here. Let me get you cleaned up.” I see his back as he walks to the bathroom. 

I crawl off the bed following him to the bathroom. “Fuck baby, I fucked you up.” 

He turns in the mirror to see his newly scar painted back. Laughing as he pulls me in for a kiss.

END

I’m going to be real. DSS(F) was inspired by GTL(Gym Tan Laundry) from Jersey Shore

[downtofragglerock]

#idk shit abt Ianthe HOWEVER#I do like myself some home stucking as it were#huge fan#Trolls don't have the concept of being gay in their culture as sex doesn't really matter for purposes of procreation#and their culture is primarly matriarchal with the queen being a space fish hitler and shit#AND there is no stigma towards incest amongst trolls as all grubs just kind of pop out from the same hole innit#all that being said#Vriska is immediately set against Amy and Achilles#Like you did what??? To your sister??? Damn. Nice one!#Oh you're a daughter of a big time bad guy??? Ayo my Ancestor was a pirate too sister this slaps#mildly annoyed at how wet and pathetic and smelly she is but other than that 100% up for whatever Amy has going on#like yo have you tried FLARP? We should try FLARPING together. Bet you would be so good at FLARP?#wanna see all the DOOMSDAY DEVICES I have built??? Or my giant spider I feed people to sometimes???#Meanwhile Amy just wants away from the weird spider lady#Meanwhile this huge greek dude is being a pompous royal asshole but is also like 10000% less pathetic than Eridan abt it and its kinda#Doing it for her???? Kind of????#Peak Kismesis material right over here ladies and gents#Except well. He's human and has no concept of troll romance and is being an annoying pompous asshole as she explains it#which only makes her want to stab him more#perpetuum mobile of kismesis attraction that escalates until one of them cannot stop themselves from ripping the other one apart

God I think Ianthe could do a number on Amy Dallon. I wanna see them interact. It’d be like lesbian sex (non-sexual) (non-romantic) (unpleasant)

[bambikisss]

Royal Flush

-> In which your best friend sneaks into your castle and keeps you company before he goes off to war, leading to feelings being revealed.

KNIGHT!PARKJINYOUNG X PRINCESS!READER

SMUT WARNINGS: Choking, oral (both receiving), slight degradation, mentions of impregnation kink (keep it wrapped ladies and gents), unprotection sexy time, hair pulling, biting.

I will defend your honor every way I can, Y/N. In exchange, I want nothing more than you.

To you, love was something you thought you could live without.

You had been so focused on being by your mother's side as she ruled the kingdom that you hadn't even thought about searching for someone. You had only small crushes that would fizzle out faster than lighting would flash across a sky during a storm, leaving you with a cold feeling at their affection. Your mother would sometimes talk about how she was worried that you would end up alone ruling, and you would comfort her that you would find someone before then, just waiting for the one. She admittedly didn't believe you but would let it go as to not listen to your speech about being independent.

Your sister, however, wasn't so accepting of your answer.

She was always on you about marrying as you were the older one, talking about how men wouldn't wait forever for you to decide on who to marry, you always ignored her words as you found them stupid. Soon, though, after bringing it up once more at dinner, she snuck out into the town to tell one of the many popular journalists that you would be looking for a husband, the news coming back to you early in the morning as the house staff gossiped about who would come to try and get your hand in marriage. You tried to deny the rumors, but your mom and sister convinced you to seek someone for once. "Take this as an opportunity to find your soulmate, dear Y/N. If not for yourself, than for me," your mom smiled. She knew smiling at you always worked on you, clapping happily when you accepted your current fate.

You worked daily with the staff to prepare for the ball, finding yourself relaxed as you picked out a dress for the large ball.

Then felt yourself tense up again when you arrived.

The large ballroom was filled with your favorite colors and snacks with drinks, everyone turning to you as you entered with your family. The room went silent, only the orchestra playing in the background as everyone stared at you in awe. You felt almost small in everyone's gazes. You walked with your parents to the table filled with drinks as conversations resumed. You knew you weren't allowed to drink, but you were craving alcohol. Before you could try and convince your mother to let you drink, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to face a man with large sideburns and pristine white teeth. He looked much older than you, almost around your dead father's age. "May I introduce you to my son, Rain?" You turned to your mom, who nodded, giving you a "behave yourself" look behind her fan, making you put a smile on your face and follow the man into the deep sea of men, knowing it would be a long night before you could get the alcohol you wanted.

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"None of the guys tonight were any good, mother."

You sighed as you changed into your nightgown and matching robe, your mom and maid lecturing you about trying harder at the next ball. You only nodded and wished them goodnight to get them to leave your room, sighing as you leaned against the door of your room. You let your eyes close as you enjoyed the silence, then ripped them open when you heard a noise from your open window. "Hello?" you asked the moon as if it had spoken to you, walking carefully over to the window as you leaned over the stone opening to stare up at the moon as the moon's light hit you. You were about to go back into your room when you felt a hand hit your's making you jump as you looked down at the hand, then had a hand coming to stop your scream as the male figure jumped into your room.

"Jinyoung! What are you doing in my room so late?"

You asked your best friend as he doubled over in laughter, his hand coming over to cover his mouth, making you shove his shoulder.

Jinyoung was one of your closest friends and confidants, being your personal guard whenever you went anywhere. He always had been by your side no matter what, including jumping into your room late at night to check on you. He was also the man who found your dead father in the fields and alerted everyone about his death, then comforted you as you cried for days.

"I came to see the swan of the season. The moon sent me," he chuckled, you shoving him again before walking back to your bed, bouncing as you fell back onto the bed. Jinyoung followed you, kicking your toe gently as he leaned against your bedframe. He looked you over, his cheeks becoming slightly tinted when he noticed your breasts pushed together and almost not fully covered by the lace at the top of your dress. He cleared his throat, closing your robe so it covered your chest, before his eyes me yours. "So, you're really looking for a husband now?" He asked, you turning to lean on your arm as you looked at him, drawing random shapes on the sheets. He knew how you fell in love, then quickly fell out of it, dealing with the angry broken hearts who tried to harm you.

You nodded, looking up at him as he sat down next to your head, moving your head to his lap. It wasn't weird for you guys to be so physically close, being friends for so many years.

"I just hope I find someone like you, Jinyoung. A caring soul who is also funny and carefree." You looked up when he scoffed, his head turning to stare out the window as he didn't want to meet your eyes. "I am not carefree, Y/N"

"You know what I mean," you sighed, sitting up as you pushed him off your bed so you could lie down. Jinyoung chuckled as he walked over to the window, preparing to leave before he turned to look at you. He mulled over mentally asking you on a date as he had grown feelings for you over a few years, deciding against it as to not ruin your friendship. "Well, whoever you marry now has to deal with getting food for you all the time from the town," he chuckled, tossing a red bean bun onto the small table you had next to the window before carefully climbing out, leaving you to smile at him as he disappeared beyond the stone window.

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You hadn't felt your heart drop so hard since you were told that your father died.

Your heart was so low that you were sure it was about to exit your body, your hands shaking as you ask your mom to repeat what she had told you as you followed her through the large halls to the meeting chambers.

"Lord Mingi and his kingdom of ruthless pirates declared war on us."

You couldn't understand why anyone wanted to declare war on your kingdom, unable to speak properly as she pushed to doors to the large chamber, revealing the large army waiting for instructions from her. You continued to try and comprehend the situation as your mom raised a hand to silence the voices, including the ones in your head. "I'm sure you all have heard about what Mingi has declared to do to us. I shouldn't need to stay here and give instructions on what to do. Jinyoung will lead you all to the battlefield and I expect victory."

You turned to face Jinyoung, who didn't meet your eyes as he nodded, then told everyone to go outside and gather their weapons and horses. You couldn't help but stop him and grab his arm to stop him from leaving with the rest of the army, afraid that you'd lose him like you lost your father. He turned to face you, placing his free hand onto your head as he smiled at you, then gently gripped your wrist to remove your grip from him, walking away without speaking any words as he followed his army, the doors echoing shut as his back was the last thing you could see of him.

You paced your room all day and barely ate anything, all too worried about Jinyoung and the fate of the kingdom as so many things could go wrong.

You couldn't think about what life could be like without him, your eyes filling up with tears as you looked out at the orange-painted sky, the sun slowly descending, leaving you with the moon and the stars that seemed to shine a bit brighter that night.

You had walked all day that by nightfall, you could only lay down on your bed as you let your tears silently fall down your face. You realized that you couldn't live without Jinyoung. It reminded you of how your parents looked at one another. Your mom was so sure that she would pass before your father but crumbled when his death graced her ears. Your mom told you that it was a sign of love; their permanent absence can bring you to your knees and to tears, even if you believe you are the strongest being in the land. You had only come to terms that you loved him an hour ago and now you could lose the only man you ever truly loved the same day.

You thought about all the times he came to see you, how you both would hide your tinted cheeks and star-filled eyes. How he would sneak you out to the gardens and dance with you all night long if you wanted and would sing to you or tell you stories. You loved him.

You had no idea what time it was, nor how much time had passed when you were startled awake by a hand gripping the top of your window, covered in blood as their veins popped. You quickly sat up, reaching over to the side of your bed where you had your sword Jinyoung had insisted that you kept for protection, teaching you how to use it if he was unable to get to you. Before you could stand up, you heard Jinyoung's familiar groan, dropping the sword as you rushed to the window, helping him inside, his body resting against yours as you helped him to your bathroom. You placed him on the floor next to the sink, quickly panicking as you noticed the amount of blood that was on his body and clothes, along with the noticeable rips in his uniform. You took a cloth and wiped his face, listening quietly to his quiet groans of pain, his eyes closed as he let you wipe his face. You took your time to admire his face as you had it so up close and so relaxed, taking note of the cut on his puffy lips and a past scar on his jaw. You didn't realize that you had stopped cleaning him up until he opened his eyes, staring into yours as he tried to sit up. You rushed to help him, Jinyoung telling you to give him a moment as he carefully stood up, leaning against the wall as he looked at you. His hair had fallen to cover his eyes, your fingers gently moving it as he only stared at you, Jinyoung then catching your wrist as he placed a kiss onto it.

You both said nothing else, the kiss charging both of you as he pulled you into a kiss, your lips moving messily against one another as he let go of your wrist, moving to grip your hips as your hands moved into his hair. He wasted no time pushing his tongue into your mouth, moaning softly against your lips as his hands squeezed your hips. He pulled back so you could both catch your breath, your breaths hitting one another as you both stared at each other, Jinyoung's hand moving up your body carefully, pulling up your nightgown as he does, his eyes moving to your hip. He leaned down to kiss it, biting the skin around your underwear, taking his time as he kissed around your hip, moving closer to your ass making you sigh as your hand moved into his hair. He gently wrapped his arms around you, picking you up before carefully placing you onto the bed as your lips connected again, his hands slowly pushing up your nightgown again as his lips moved to your neck, his hands now massaging your bra-covered breasts. You chose to speak the first words since he returned to you, gasping as you felt his teeth bite onto your skin. "Jinyoug, I love you." You confessed, his movements not stopping as he looked up at you, his hands still massaging your breasts. "You mean it?" he asked, his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and love, giving you the confidence to nod. He nodded, looking down at your breasts as you removed your bra, moaning as you felt his hands make contact with your hot skin. He bent down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth, making you arch your back as Jinyoung slipped his hand behind you, grabbing your ass as he massaged it. "You tortured me so long, Y/N," He mumbled around your nipple, his eyes meeting yours as he bit down on it gently, making you whine as he licked it to soothe it before switching to the other one, kissing and biting along the valley of your breasts before his lips wrapped around your nipple. His free hand that was on your ass moved to the front of you, chuckling as his finger gathered wetness as he moved it up and down your slit. "You're so wet for me, love. I bet you wanted this so badly, hmm?" You nodded at his voice, your eyes shut as you enjoyed the pleasure, your eyes then popping open when you felt his hand connect with your clit, slapping your clit as his finger then soothed it as he sat up to stare into your eyes, smirking. "Words. Say it to me," his eyes drilled into yours. You wanted to look away from his gaze, his free hand coming up to quickly grip your jaw as his finger moved faster against you, making you whine. "I want you, Jinyoug. I've wanted you for so long."

Jinyoung chuckled, keeping your eyes meeting his as he pushed his finger into you, biting his bottom lip at the sound of your moans as he moved his finger faster. He watched you as he moved, watching your body move around the bed as you tried to move away from his finger, yet grip his forearm so he didn't stop. You wanted more, though. You waited so long for him that you wanted all of him.

"More Jinyoung, please" you whined, Jinyoung raising an eyebrow as he slowed his finger down, placing his free hand on the bed next to your head as he leaned down to you. "More?" he asked, his voice laced with fake confusion as he added another finger into you, making you gasp as he moved his finger faster. He kissed and bit around your neck, groaning as he felt his pants tighten at the sounds you and your pussy was making. He moved his fingers for a bit longer, ripping off your underwear as he climbed onto the bed, laying down on his stomach before he placed your legs onto his shoulders, diving into you. "So sweet my baby. So wet for me, huh? You're so tasty just for me," he groaned, making you grab the sheets as he pulled you closer to his lips and tongue, not giving you a chance to move away. You gripped his hair as you moved your hips against his face, Jinyoung murmuring filthy things against you as he licked you. Right before you could cum, he pulled back, leaning back on his legs as he ripped off his shirt, your eyes staring at his toned body and abs. You felt a rush of energy as you sat up and crawled over to him, your hand running down his abs as he kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his lips and tongue. You let your hand move into his pants, gripping his dick as it twitched in his underwear. You watched as he pulled back from the kiss, tossing his head back as his hips moved to meet your hands, his tongue moving to lick his bottom lip. You took it as a sign to help take him out of his underwear and pants, leaning down to lick and suck his tip, the precome being salty and sweet.

"Look at you, so eager to suck my dick." He moaned, pushing your head down more as his hips move slowly, giving you time to adjust to his cock moving down your throat. You looked up at him, winning as his hand moved into your hair, Jinyoung shushing you as he pulled his cock out of your mouth. "Stop being such a whore for it. You'll get more in a second."

You had never heard Jinyoung speak to you like that, your thighs closing against one another as you moaned, watching as he got off the bed to remove his pants and underwear, then removed the rest of the nightgown, tossing it with his clothes before climbing back onto the bed.

"Are you going to be good for me while I fuck you?" he asked, rubbing his cock up and down to gather your wetness as his eyes bore into yours. You realized that he was giving you a way out just in case you didn't want to go farther, your heartwarming at the gesture. You nodded, your hands moving into his hair as you bit your lip. He nodded, pushing into you then placing his hands onto the pillows next to your head, capturing you in a soft kiss as he fully pushed in. You both moaned into the kiss as he waited to move, his lips moving to your neck as he began to move, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he rolled his hips to meet yours.

He looked up to your eyes as he moved his hips faster, groaning as he felt you tighten around him and your nails dig into his shoulders. "You feel so good, Jinyoung. Faster, please" you whined, wrapping your legs around his waist as he began to move his hips harder. Jinyoung sat up as his hips moved faster, his hand moving around your throat as he watched you. "Are you gonna cum, baby? I'm gonna cum too" he whined, leaning down to kiss you deeply, swallowing your whines as you tightened around him. You couldn't make words as you felt his hands tighten around your throat, giving you a heightened feeling as you came, moaning his name loudly. You looked up at Jinyoung as he moved his hands to grip your hips, moving faster as his eyebrows furrowed together, staring at where you both met. "Gonna fill you up so good baby girl. Gonna give you a fucking baby" he seemed to just be talking to himself as he came closer to his orgasm, gasping as his eyes connected with yours as he pulled you close to him as he came, his hips halting against yours. You moaned at the feeling of him filling you up, shuddering as he kissed along your shoulder. "I love you too, Y/N" He whispered against your ear, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he let his hands move around your body.

You leaned back against the pillows as he pulled out and went to go grab a cloth to clean each other, coming back to wipe your thighs and his softening dick before laying down next to you, holding you close as he kissed you softly. "I was so worried that you wouldn't come back, Jinyoung" you whispered, your lover nodded as his hands ran through your hair. "You were all I thought about while I fought. I wanted to tell you how much I loved you but I didn't know if you felt the same." He whispered, pulling you closer as he kissed you softly, his hands coming to cup your cheek. You felt the familiar butterflies in your stomach he sometimes gave you, making you move to kiss him more, Jinyoung chuckling against your lips.

"Hey Jinyoung?" You asked, your lover humming as his lips moved down your neck to your collarbone, his hands moving down your body. "How soon can you go again?"

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"Very nice to meet you, Sir Lay."

You bowed as you waved away another suitor, sighing as you turned to face your mom, who only shrugged. You had spent a good half of the ball just interacting with more suitors, wanting nothing more than return to your bedroom and sleep. If anything, your sister was more interested in the guys than you were.

"Excuse me?"

You turned to face Jinyoung, who smiled at you as he nodded to your mom. He held out a corsage to you, your eyes lighting up as he offered you his hand, tilting his head to the dance floor. Many men eyed him with annoyance as he was the first man who you looked to have your full attention. "May I have this dance, Y/N?"

You turned to your mom, who nodded with a smile, letting you grip his hand as he led you to the floor, kissing her hand. "You look gorgeous, my love. Keep your eyes on me."

[binunus]

college bf!eunwoo

a/n I LOVE HIM !! I WOULD LITERALLY RISK IT ALL FOR HIM !! also rip to the disappointing hookup experience I had that made an appearance in this headcanon...yes I’m still angry about it.

→ pairing: eunwoo x f!reader

→ genre: smut, fluff, fwb to lovers

→ tw: hookup culture, mentions of drinking and drug use, implied almost SA, this is a bit heavy compared to the other ones like please be a cautious a little when you’re reading this

→ word count: 5.6k

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here we go ladies and gents

i had something completely different planned for this

and it was super angsty and dramatic

but i had a monumental experience last night so I’m changing this up

and okay okay

i usually try to write all my stuff gender neutral but bc of the idea I have for some of this plot, it’s gonna be a female reader

im sorry to all my male identifying loves :(

and back to our regularly scheduled program

cha motherfuckin eunwoo

lee fuckin dongmin

he doesn’t go by dongmin, he prefers to go by eunwoo, only his family calls him dongmin

as soon as he stepped foot into the university, everyone knew him

and I mean everyone

he’s so attractive

but don’t get it twisted, eunwoo’s the humblest, sweetest bean

he gets very embarrassed when people compliment him for his looks

applied for random roommates his first year and got paired up with swimmer!bin

he and bin become besties and end up rooming together their entire college career

major: music performance, specialty in piano

most people (besides those in the music department or astro) would have never thought eunwoo was a music major, especially since he was incredibly smart and athletic too???

usually gets mistaken for a STEM major

often helps the boys (especially rocky and sanha) with their studies

and oof when he tries out for–and makes it into–the basketball team

everyone ???? floored

eunwoo has game on the court...now with dating??? eh not so much

(at least not sober shh)

he’s tried dating before, at least in the first year or so

the basketball team kept trying to set him up with people

but it never got anywhere substantial and eunwoo always trusted astro to really give the vibe check and no one ever passed

and so he settled for hookup culture every now and then

his emotions are guarded :’(

yes he’s very easy to talk to and always so nice and well mannered

but he’s only himself with astro

now, where do you come into this???

you’re a cheerleader

you and eunwoo know each other by association

you cheer for his home games, you’ve been in a couple of classes together, you’ve seen each other at parties

but would you call yourselves friends?? not really

now you know it’s highly unlikely for you to have a lasting boyfriend in college, especially with your affiliation as a cheerleader, so you also opt for hookup culture

less messy feelings, less drama, less commitment, all that fun

so the first time your paths really intertwine with eunwoo is at a party

the basketball team won a big game and they were out celebrating yuh

and ofc since it’s his team, eunwoo popped out

he only really attends parties hosted by the basketball team bc he feels a bit obligated to go LOL but he always brings swimmer!bin for support 

and it’s chill bc bin is also an athlete–yes it’s exclusive like that

but this time, bin couldn’t go so it’s just eunwoo hanging with his team

and yes, you can guess it, you and him get partnered up to play beer pong together!

that’s so cliche omg

but ah ha you hear your opponent, one of eunwoo’s teammates say to one of your fellow cheerleaders: don’t worry baby, I’ll carry you through this game

and you cringed a little ugh men

eunwoo turns to you like: ah sorry if we lose, it’s all luck with me. The guys usually pick to play me bc I’ll probably lose. I’ll drink the cups for you though if you want me to.

you get a little fired up, like aw why do they pick on him that’s not fair

you: well I’m not horrible at pong, so let’s try to crush em

he played pretty well ok! you both got balls back twice in a row right in the beginning

your team was on a roll

you and eunwoo won three games back to back

you were feeling a bit bloated and hazy from the beer that you and him had to drink, but you were still pretty self aware

and you and eunwoo were just chilling after playing the games, you two were on a pretty good wavelength and you wanted to continue it after joking around in between plays

alright now obviously you don’t go into these parties just strictly looking for a hookup, you go to have fun and let loose

but if the person and situation arises??? you wouldn’t necessarily turn it down, especially if that person was cha eunwoo

and yeah, eunwoo was entertaining the idea too, it’s been a while since he vibed with someone like he has with you

basically by the end of the night, you brought him back to your place–you’d rather eat shit than hook up at the basketball house, it was messy and musty and just nope

your place was closer than his

and ~yuh~

it was pretty damn good

he didn’t stay the night, bc well this was a hookup, so after you both had your fill it was a casual alright see you around!

oh lord the fuss your cheerleading team gave you at the next practice asking how your hookup with eunwoo was

the news spread like wildfire

eunwoo didn’t hook up very often so every time he did, it was like breaking news

which is honestly a bit fucked up, but seriously this is how college is

alright so your sex drive skyrocketed after fucking eunwoo 

you hook up with another guy at one of the following parties

but it didn’t compare to eunwoo rip so you were pretty disappointed

and you were sorta wondering like hm? should you hit him up? but decided against it 

and then! you saw him at the gym working out with literally all of astro

bin probably forced the other 4 to come with him and eunwoo sksksksk

and you were like shit why does he look so good

not gonna lie, just in case he was looking over, you tried to make your ass and tits pop out a bit more, you know squats and shit

unfortunately, it caught the attention of other guys at the gym and not eunwoo grrr

and you were literally just planning to stop being a coward and go up and talk to him, but a guy blocked your path

and he was lowkey being very creepy and way too close for your liking

but you weren’t having it, hell no you ain’t a damsel in distress

being a cheerleader taught you how to defend yourself against predatory men

so you were basically telling him to fuck off and leave you alone, but he was being really damn persistent about it

and just as the guy was about to put a hand on you, eunwoo steps in and he’s like: dude, she’s clearly not interested, fuck off.

after a bit of a stare off, the guy leaves and wow you’re face to face with eunwoo again hehehe

his eyes switch from a glare to a soft worried look and he’s like, hey are you okay?

and you’re like a little giddy, maybe also a little bit turned on bc he’s still like fresh from a workout, his hair was brushed back revealing his forehead, his arm muscles were really defined right now, and just he’s so hot? 

but you smile nonchalantly, you genuinely could have just slapped the shit out of the guy or kicked him right in the baby factory, but eunwoo stepping in was also a pleasant surprise, you weren’t complaining

you: yeah. I could have handled it, but thanks for helping

and he just grins, your confidence?? attractive

the two of you just like look at each other for a couple seconds and you’re yelling at yourself in your head like don’t cop out this is what you were waiting for !!

you: so...you’re here with your friends?

eunwoo: yeah, me and my roommate forced them to come work out with us haha. did you come by yourself?

you: yeah, I usually work out with my teammates, but I decided to come alone today

eunwoo nods and you see him like look at your neck and you immediately get a bit shy bc you knew there was a hickey there from your last (very disappointing) hookup: you’ve been having fun recently?

your face flushes: the last one was embarrassing really, so honest to god no

eunwoo: why was it embarrassing? if...you don’t mind me asking

you immediately facepalm: no, yeah I don’t mind telling you...ugh, eunwoo I was literally catfished. this guy really talked mad game about his dick and then when I agreed to hook up, he asked me to suck him off and it literally only took him less than ten minutes. and after he came, he just pulled up his pants and said “damn you give really good head” like the fuck? he didn’t even offer to return the favor or anything, and when I asked him “wait, are we gonna fuck?” he just said “maybe next time.” maYbE neXt tiMe?? I was played so hard, you have no idea how pissed I was, eunwoo. and now I have to wait for his dumb fucking hickey to heal so that I can literally just repress that hookup even happened.

his jaw literally dropped: he didn’t give you anything?

you shook your head, you were getting pissed again 

eunwoo couldn’t believe his ears, he glances back at astro for a second and then he clears his throat: well...what are you doing after the gym?

you: nothing, just going home and taking a shower. My roommate’s not gonna be home tonight so I’m probably gonna wallow in my sorrows about that hookup again

he laughs: well sounds like you have a fun night planned, but if you want some company?? I’d be more than happy to come over and help you forget about the sad disrespect of that hookup.

who said eunwoo couldn’t flirt ???

and he was thinking about hitting you up again too before but he didn’t wanna seem like a fuckboy or anything

but seeing you defend yourself against the guy?? lowkey was a bit of turn on for him

obviously you agreed hello

eunwoo going up to astro: so uh...imma head out first...I’ll see you guys later. :)

sanha: hyung so scandalous *O*

you and eunwoo fuck again

and after this time, the two of you have a little bit of pillow talk

basically you tell him that fucking him ruined all other guys for you bc he was just that good

and eunwoo usually gets shy from compliments, but his ego with this one??? he felt a bit proud ohohoho

and he’s like: honestly, you’re the only person I’ve fucked in six months, but I gotta agree that our sexual chemistry is pretty good

so where do you two go from there?

friends with benefits baby, full on fuck buddies

you both talk and agree that you two weren’t looking for relationships at the moment, but the sex was good

i’m gonna get into specifics later, but for now a little more plot

obviously, you and eunwoo talk a lot more now that you two were basically fucking each other at least once a week

the guys notice that he’s so much more?? carefree?? less stressed out?? ever since you and him started your little agreement

and they’re already scheming by themselves, like eunwoo would not get into a situation like this unless he trusted you as a person

and at first it was really just, call each other over, have sex, stay for a little bit longer, then leave

neither of you ever stayed the night bc that’s just an unspoken rule

until there was this one party, a group of people were in one of the rooms at the basketball house and they told you to come join them and ~do drugs~

don’t dabble kids, I’m serious

and you were chilling with eunwoo and bin for a bit until they called you over and you were like: wanna try too?

eunwoo and bin didn’t do it obviously, but you were curious so you went and told them you would be back in a bit

eunwoo was worried about you, bin could see it from a mile away

he kept glancing back at the room and one by one people started to come out, but none of them were you

bin nudging eunwoo: go check up on her

eunwoo opens the door to see you being like pinned down on the bed and he turns livid

he pulls the guy off you and punches him right in the face like: what the fuck do you think you’re doing? what did you give her?

you’re noticeably out of it, sobriety? not there

the guy basically laced something in the drug he gave you, omg you were roofied??

bin comes in and he literally has to hold eunwoo back from beating the shit out of the other guy

the two take you back to their apartment and were making sure that you didn’t die or something shit

literally cannot believe the first time you slept over at eunwoo’s place was when you were drugged up

you wake up the next morning, nauseous, body weak, and confused

eunwoo also wakes up because of your movement: hey y/n, are you okay?

you: eunwoo...what...what happened last night??

he sits up and gives you a recount of the party and you just like hug your body tightly when he brings up the drugs and start crying

he’s a bit shocked when he sees your tears, but he just pulls you in for a hug to try and comfort you, obviously that must have been a bit traumatic

eunwoo: hey...it’s okay...I’m just glad I checked up on you before something worse happened

you: I’m such a fucking idiot...I can’t believe I let myself get put in that situation again...no wonder people think I’m a just a dumb whore.

~trauma~

you and him spill your deepest darkest most traumatizing secrets that morning and you just feel more connected to him

you: I honestly never really told anyone...thanks eunwoo, you’re a good friend.

he feels more protective of you after that??

you start hanging around with him and astro more

and the guys really like having you around !!

you’re very easy to get along with, you also joke and tease eunwoo with them, they love you !

you even become really friendly with the other guys’ partners

about half a year into your fuck buddy relationship with eunwoo

everyone: why aren’t you dating y/n yet?

eunwoo: what do you mean?? we’re just friends...with benefits??

before you even know it, you’re spending literally all your time (when you’re not training or practicing or at class) with eunwoo and his friends

you sleep more at eunwoo’s than you do at your own apartment

honestly you two are already acting like a couple

except for the fact that you only kiss each other when you’re fucking, or you don’t hold hands in public, or you don’t say the L word to each other obviously

but the cuddles? the jokes? the hanging out? if you two are seen together there’s still a little form of physical touch––like a hand on the waist, or resting his elbow on your shoulder––something that tells other people that you two are a bit exclusive to each other

and maybe it’s because both of your emotional capacities when it comes to relationships are akin to a pubescent thirteen year old, but you and eunwoo?? don’t really realize that you’re both basically in love with each other

and it’s also the fact that catching feelings in a friends with benefits?? forbidden

but what if both people catch feelings?

you don’t realize you like eunwoo until a year of fucking each other

damn a year?? y’all really suppressed those romantic feelings hard

you and him were hanging out, per usual, but in the piano rooms of the music building

eunwoo had to practice his repertoire for an upcoming performance and you were free so you decided to come along and keep him company

you knew he was a music major and that he played piano, but you never actually heard him play

you were just chilling by the window, scrolling through your phone, and then he just starts playing and your jaw?? literally dropped

it was so intricate and fluid and elegant, you looked over to the keys and his hands just moved so expertly over them

you were put in a trance, it was so beautiful??

and then you look up and his concentration? seriousness? he has honestly never looked more attractive to you than in that moment

and then eunwoo meets your eyes and he smiles a little: is it bad?

you: no, you’re amazing actually...

and your stomach does a triple somersault and your cheeks start heating up, like why is your heart going haywire???

you start spacing out and obviously he notices

eunwoo calls your name and pats the space next to him on the piano bench

eunwoo: what are you thinking of, hm?

you: n-nothing. keep playing, I wanna hear more

and so he does and your heart just won’t chill out, especially now that you’re literally sitting mere centimeters apart from him

he’s still playing and you just can’t stop thinking about how much you want to kiss him–and not in a sexual way

and that honestly scared you, so you panicked and put your hand near his crotch

eunwoo jolts in surprise, but he doesn’t say anything, he just chuckles and continues playing

do you have sex in the piano room to try and distract yourself from whatever you were feeling? yeah

you hide your feelings for a little bit, but the more time you spent with him, the stronger they got, and you honestly didn’t know what to do

so you tried distancing yourself, you gave eunwoo the excuse that cheerleading competitions were coming up–which they were, so it wasn’t a complete lie–and you needed to focus and have time to yourself

it was so weird for you not seeing him and astro all the time, you barely responded to his text messages or calls, and when you saw him around campus, you would immediately try to avoid him, and it hurt but you were ~scared~

eunwoo’s a smart boy, he knew something was off with you

but after a week of trying to contact you, he didn’t wanna seem annoying or a bother, so he tried not to

even though all he wanted was to see you or talk to you, like it was beyond sex at this point

he missed you, he thought he was going to go insane

he didn’t realize his feelings for you until he saw you talking to a guy in the athletic building

he had basketball practice, and you just finished your cheerleading practice

you were talking to this one guy from your philosophy class, basically joking around and talking shit about your professor

and eunwoo saw you smile at something the guy said and he just felt jealous

his fists clenched, he hated seeing you smile and laugh with the guy like how you used to do with him

and it also didn’t help that you and him haven’t really talked in two or three weeks and he just missed you so much :(

he tried not to think about it during his practice, but it didn’t work, he was off his game for this one, even his teammates and coach noticed it

he went back to his place after practice and called over the boys and basically vented his frustrations

jin: eunwoo. you like y/n

eunwoo: I know...fuck what do I do

bin: tell her, obviously

eunwoo: and risk our?? friendship??

myungjun: you’re a fucking idiot if you don’t see that she likes you back

rocky: yeah...I mean why else do you think noona started distancing herself from you?

eunwoo: maybe I’m just feeling like this because we haven’t met up in a while and I saw her talking to that guy and I don’t know? I’m horny?

sanha: hyung...you sound indenial and jealous.

bin: you like her. we’re surprised you didn’t realize this earlier.

anyway, the day of the competition comes, and the guys and their partners decide to pop out and support you

and seeing them actually made you feel so warm, you wave at them brightly and you meet eyes with eunwoo and you smile at him even though the butterflies are back and at full force

the group is so proud watching you and your team compete, their cheers are debatably the loudest and you literally have to stop yourself from laughing in the middle of your routine

your school places first yuh

and after talking with your team and discussing celebration plans, you go to the group

you were having such an adrenaline rush, you immediately run up to eunwoo in a crushing hug and you kiss him

eunwoo doesn’t even hesitate to kiss you back

astro and them: ohohoho hey

you: I’m so happy you all came! I can’t believe we actually won!

you were going to celebrate with your team bc you knew they were throwing a party, but celebrating with eunwoo and astro/their partners seemed way more appealing to you

you all go out to dinner and drink a little bit casually and it’s all such good vibes

you missed hanging around with them all and it just felt so right

eunwoo rested his hand on your thigh the whole time throughout dinner, he missed you alright, and just seeing you so happy with all his friends? he was hooked

when the group parts ways, it’s just you and eunwoo heading back to his place bc bin is spending the night at his partner’s apartment

and honestly the tension is so thick between you two

you barely make it past the door before you’re both latched onto each other, making out and all that steamy stuff

after you have sex, the two of you are having that post-sex cuddle in his bed and your heart is pounding so loud

you: hey...I’m sorry if it was weird that I kissed you earlier at the venue, I don’t really know what came over me, I was just so glad to see you guys

eunwoo: you don’t have to apologize for that y/n...I missed you

you roll around so that your back is to him bc you do not have the strength to look at him in the eyes right now

eunwoo hugs your waist and pulls you in his chest, he’s spooning you and he has no plans on letting you go any time soon

you: uh...eunwoo, I-we-uh maybe we should stop this...thing from going any further

he literally freezes: ...did I do something wrong?

you: no! it’s...I...fuck I don’t know how to say this...I know we’ve been hooking up for a year but just recently I...think I have feelings for you...and it’s not fair for either of us to continue this if we’re not on the same page.

eunwoo: y/n, I–

you’re rambling now, you’re scared of what he has to say: and honestly you’ve become someone I really don’t wanna lose in my life. You’re an amazing person and friend, and I don’t wanna fuck that up by having feelings for you, especially since you probably don’t feel the same. I just...can’t have casual sex with you anymore...I’m sorry, it would break me.

you’re like trying to get up and you tell him that you’re going to go to the party your team’s hosting but he just tightens his grip

eunwoo: don’t go...please

you: eunwoo, I can’t stay here–

eunwoo: you don’t even know what I feel, y/n...why are you so sure that I don’t feel the same way as you?? because I do...honest to god, y/n, I like you so fucking much. the month that you didn’t talk to me was like hell and I don’t ever wanna experience that again. I missed you so much I thought I was going crazy...please don’t go.

you roll around and face him again

you: y-you like me? you’re not just saying that because you want to keep having sex?

eunwoo: I’m not just saying that because of the sex...I promise

you: so...what does that make us now?

eunwoo: well would you do me the honors and be my girlfriend?

god finally you two are dating

you realize that not much really changes after the two of you make it official

the pda does increase though, you actually hold hands and kiss each other in public now

and you two are more cutesy with each other

yes astro pretends to gag whenever they see you act all coupley

petnames!! you call each other baby, sometimes you call him minnie!! as in dongminnie !! im screaming!!

a poster couple, the basketball player and the cheerleader

literally when you’re both wearing your uniforms and you kiss each other, it’s like one of those teen movies

lots of forehead kisses especially right before bed

eunwoo’s a clingy cuddly boy, especially now that you two are together

lots of study dates?? he is a scholar after all

you’re each other’s biggest supporters !! you always go to all of his recitals and basketball games, he always goes to your competitions

he’s very soft okay, will never stop showing you off or telling you how much you mean to him and how much he loves you

the first I love you came shortly in the relationship, and that’s because you’ve known each other a year prior and the feelings were really just building up since then

you were in the piano room again and he was just playing for fun, but you always loved hearing him ~tickle those ivories~

he was playing a song and singing along and you swear you had heart eyes for him, his voice was so soft and gentle and just wow

you’re sitting next to him and you just hug his waist while he’s playing

eunwoo’s smiling so wide and then he’s singing to you 

he doesn’t even get to finish the song, because you’re grabbing his face and kissing him 

he’s laughing in between kisses and you can’t help but laugh with him

grrr he’s so cute!

and then you two are just looking at each other

eunwoo: hm? 

you: I love you, minnie

he doesn’t miss a beat: I love you too, y/n

you and him have a lot of deep talks together, especially right before bed

it’s the time when he can just let out all the frustrations of the day and just be with you

he actually holds a lot of pressure and worries, but knowing that you’re by his side, comforts him a lot

the two of you have so many pictures together it’s so cute

eunwoo’s a bit possessive alright, not in the toxic way, but will he tighten his grip on your waist if a guy seems to be getting a little too friendly with you? yeah

not gonna lie, you get possessive too, it’s hard especially if your boyfriend is cha eunwoo, he’s the fucking perfect package god dammit

you both tell each other that you don’t have to worry about other people bc y’all are just both so whipped for each other

but it’s still cute when either of you are jealous

he’s actually pretty into couple items, but it has to be like minimalistic-style

like matching plain color hoodies or matching pajama sets

will not wear a “he’s mine, she’s mine” shirt or something

but it’s okay bc neither would you sksksk

will he wink at you if he makes a three pointer during his game? yeah.

literally loves when you wear his clothes or fuck, his jersey?? a turn on

and here we go !! I’ve been talking about sex so much but let’s get into it !!

in the beginning, like before you two started dating, when it was just your fuck buddy friendship, it was sexy

and not saying that it’s not sexy now that you two were in a relationship, but before it was just lust

eunwoo’s a freak alright, you can’t convince me otherwise

he’s a little kinky

definitely into food play, you two use whipped cream during foreplay a little too much...

100% into anal

you know how much he loves ass, has a very nice ass himself

and we already been knew, but yes he’s an ass guy

s p a n k i n g

eunwoo seeing you in your cheerleading skirt? immediate turn on

will literally fuck you while you’re wearing your skirt...just your skirt.

alright alright, you have a hand kink...was it awoken by watching eunwoo play piano all the time? yes

does eunwoo use that to his advantage? yes

the amount of times he’s fingered you??? vaginal and anal??? lord have mercy

very much into overstimulation, will keep fingering you until you squirt

and yes im bringing back my the choking kink

literally if his hands make any contact with your neck area, even when he’s just kissing, you will drench

but ugh you and eunwoo making out and you know how he like cups the back of the neck?? i know y’all have seen it from the true beauty kiss scenes, and then it gets heated and his grip just moves to the front and squeezes and when your mouth opens in a gasp, he shoves his tongue down your throat

that’s so sexy

do you like choking on his cock? probably more than you should

does he make you deep throat until tears are literally streaming down your face? most definitely

he loves marking you?? it’s just a tell tale way to show everyone you’re his

he’s a bit feisty...will he manhandle you during sex?? yeah

eunwoo is a dom. I am 100% convinced that he is a dom, you won’t be domming him honey

daddy and babygirl kink...I said it...

okay he’s a bit of an exhibitionist...would probably be down to have sex anywhere as long as you don’t get caught

piano room sex? locker room sex? library sex? movie theater sex? restaurant bathroom sex? yes you’ve done it all

will he finger you while you guys are having a movie night with the guys? yeah

eunwoo’s a tease, he’s a little shit, will tease you until you’re literally in tears begging for him to just do something

favorite position is doggy, it’s the view of the ass for him

although you two both do like experimenting different positions, especially if it has to do with “training your flexibility”

will pull your hair while he’s fucking you from behind, and will plug your asshole with his thumb–don’t knock it until you try it...it’s...a pretty good feeling

sometimes wakes you up by eating you out

very much a giver ugh king

the type to grip your thighs tighter when you try to push him away from overstimulation just to force another orgasm out of you

believe it or not, he’s a gasper/grunter/groaner

nothing is hotter than hearing eunwoo groan right when he’s about to cum oooof grrrr bark bark

okay but soft gentle sex with eunwoo is so passionate

all you feel is the love and sincerity, especially when he’s just looking in your eyes

the love making happens a lot more obviously when you start dating

he’s just so in love with you alright

gives the best and sweetest after care ugh

cleans you up, gives you massages especially if it was a rough session, cuddles you, draws you a bath, brings you water, everything

always makes sure to tell you he loves you after sex

i would risk it all for eunwoo like please ruin my life

anyway

ugh I just wanna put the idea of protective eunwoo during a party in your head

his hand is always on you. waist, thigh, shoulder, anywhere casually

you don’t fight?? but you do argue

arguing is healthy, and you both would rather let it out and bicker with each other in the moment than let it bottle in and build up into something worse

but when you do have a disagreement, no matter how big or small, you two always make sure to never go to bed angry with each other

communication is very important for the both of you

you’re his better half :’) all the things eunwoo struggles with, you help him with it and vice versa

he figured out you were the one for him during one of your deep late night pillow talks

he was worried about what he’d do in the future after graduating, like he was genuinely having a crisis about it

but you just talked so calmly to him: baby, no matter where you end up after graduation or what you end up doing, you’re going to be fine. You’re such a hard worker and I know that you’ll succeed...no matter what, I’ll be here for you minnie. I believe in you, you’re future is going to be great.

and he just kisses you so sweetly: will you be in my future, baby?

you’re smiling and you just giggle at him: if you want me to be...I’d love to be a part of it.

ugh y’all are so whipped for each other !!

astro always teasing you two, even when you’re all older

you and eunwoo are equally ticklish so basically y’all are fucked when they wanna mess with you

both of your families love you and him instantly

they push marriage immediately after you both graduate college

even astro’s like: we know you two are probably gonna tie the knot first...when’s the wedding?

not gonna lie, you and eunwoo probably get married probably 2-3 years after college, pretty young age

sidenote: eunwoo 100% cries at your wedding, especially when he sees you walking down the isle in your dress

and he has huge baby fever so you bet y’all had kids fairly young too

the best dad !! ugh he loves kids !! ugh so domestic

im just gonna say, y’all have beautiful children

trusts bin and jinjin to babysit your kids the most...he’s scared of the rest of the boys watching over his children

anyway eunwoo literally deserves the world and I just?? love him so much?? happy ending yay hehe

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2-21-21

[sherrybaby14]

The Jealous Type

Summary:  Your boyfriend is up for a date auction and you are less than pleased.

Pairing:  Steve Rogers x reader

Words:  1k, just a drabble

Warnings:  Reluctance, public sex, SMUT, (This is DUB CON, please do not read if this offends you).  

   “And now the fun part of the evening, the auction.”  Tony moved across the dance floor as everyone applauded.  “Bid and win a night out on the town with an Avenger.  Up first we have Dr. Bruce Banner, or make him angry enough and you will get a second date.”

   Everyone laughed and you rolled your eyes.  It was for a good cause, but you hated the idea of your boyfriend spending the night on a date with someone else.  You promised Steve you wouldn’t pout, but you didn’t promise you would sit at the table.

   So you found yourself in the back of the room, leaning against a bar table, taking in the entire spectacle.

   “Five hundred dollars!”  A woman in her eighties rose a paddle.  

   “Hundred?”  Tony did not hide his disappointment.  “Let’s not forget all the proceeds go to the children’s fund.”  

   “Five thousand!” Another older woman rose her paddle.  

   “Now we’re talking.”  Tony gave his attention to her.  “But that number is still low enough I think you’re trying to get the big guy to make an appearance.”

   Laughter flooded the room.  

   “I thought you said you wouldn’t be upset?”  Strong arms wrapped around your waist as the words were whispered in your ear.

   “I never promised to watch.”  You took a drink of your champagne.

   “This means nothing.”  Steve kissed your neck as his hands rounded your hips.  “It’s just for fun.”

   “Shouldn’t you be backstage?  Aren't you on the block next?” You straightened your back and squared your shoulders, hoping he would get the hint and leave you to sulk.  

   “Someone is jealous.”  His lips parted and he sucked in the skin just above your collarbone.  “It looks good on you.”  

   “I am.”  You found yourself tilting your head as his tongue lapped against your skin.  “I’m your girlfriend and Stark is rich enough that he could donate more than the entire spectacle generates.”  

   “Nothing for you to be jealous of.  You’re my girl.”  Steve’s hands started to bunch up your gown.  “Maybe I have to remind you.”  

   “Steven!”  You tried to push his hands away, but he was much too strong as he gathered the skirt around your waist.  “Stop.  Someone might see us.”

   “I don’t think I will.”  Steve laughed as he held your dress in front of him with one fist and his other hand yanked your panties down.  

   “What are you doing?”  You tried to slide away, but he pushed you forward.  “There is a person ten feet in front of us!”

   In fact, there was a room of 500 people ten feet in front of you.  A gasp left your lips as his finger stroked between your folds.  

   “Then you better stay quiet.”  He bit your earlobe as he slid his digit inside of you.  “Such a wet girl for me.  Does thinking of me fucking one of these other women get you hot?  Or was it the neck kisses?  Or is it the fact I am about to fuck you in front of an audience.”

   “No!”  You tried to back up again, but he was caging you.  His finger slipped out and you whimpered.  “Someone will notice.”

   “Fifty thousand!”  Tony clapped.  “Now we’re at a good number ladies and gents.”  

   “Nah, Tony will keep their attention.”  The sound of Steve’s zipper made your legs shake.  “And you will have all of mine.”  

   You braced yourself on the table and stuck your ass out, hating how hot you were but not interested in denying your eagerness.  

   “That’s what I thought.”  Steve slid inside of you, filling you and making you fall forward against the table.  “You’re so tight.”

   His hand came around and cupped your sex, he dug his palm against your clit and started to grind as me flexed in and out of you.  

   Your teeth bit into your lip as you tried to fight the moan.  Your eyes scanning the crowd for anyone watching you.  Steve pushed down harder and picked up the pace and you couldn’t hold back anymore.

   The noise was about to leave your lips when his other hand wrapped around your mouth.

   “Shhhh.”  He started giving short hard thrusts, you felt him hit your cervix.  “Those noises are for me.”

   His mouth was next to your ear and his breathing increased as your muffled noises got higher and higher.

   “This is all yours baby.”  He increased his speed and pressure again, his palm rubbing your apex fast enough your eyes started to roll back.  “I am all yours.”  

   The room started to clap as your head began to spin.  You bucked against him, your release teetering.  

   “You’re going to cum right...NOW.”  

   Your body did as it was told and the orgasm ripped through you.  Steve clamped his hand down harder on your mouth to stifle the noise.  The aftershocks were intense, but then he let out a grunt and you felt him contract and fill you with his cum.

   His hands moved to your shoulders and he held you upright.

   “And next we have a sure to be crowd pleaser.”  Tony’s voice sounded so far away.  “Our very own Captain Steve Rogers!”

   A spotlight went to your exact spot.  Every face in the crowd turned to look at you as Steve slipped out, your pussy still convulsing.  He backed away as your dress fell back down, zipping himself up with you as a shield.  

   “Now now, no bidding on your own boyfriend!”  Tony shook a finger at you.

   Everyone laughed as Steve kissed spun and kissed you hard, your panties still around your knees as his seed slipped down your thigh.

   The room let out some ooohhs and Ahhhs as they clapped.  You were numb and shaking in an orgasmic stupor, your brain too muddled to take it in.  

   The kiss broke and Steve winked at you before proclaiming to the room.

   “Just so everyone knows my girlfriend can be the jealous type.”  Steve kissed your hand and jogged up to the floor.  “But she’s still a great sport.”

   The spotlight followed him and you almost crumbled into the table, all jealousy fading away.  He could take every women in the room on a date, as long as he fucked you like that again after.  

Thank you for reading!  I so appreciate every comment/like/reblog! 

[viastro]

nobody knows | choi seungcheol

ミ★ synopsis: in which seungcheol is ordered to kill you, the secret daughter of his boss’s rival.

ミ★ genre: mafia!au, assassin!seungcheol, suspense, humor, fluff, some angst

ミ★ warnings: minor character death, mentions of blood and vomit 

ミ★ word count: 7,264

ミ★ pairings: seungcheol x female reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys ! it’s been a long time since i’ve written a oneshot, and i definitely did not mean for this to be as long as it is. it’s almost as long as daises omg. i haven’t put out a oneshot in a long time because i was dedicating so much time into finishing remember us, which i did ! so now i’ll be trying to write oneshots as much as i used to :D i’m not really a big fan of how this turned out but i hope you guys enjoy it ! i didn’t wanna scrap it just because i didn’t know how to fix it, so i hope it’s okay <3

“Changwoo has a daughter?” Sunghoon nods his head at the question, smirk taking over his features at this newfound information he’s been given. He glances at his personal assassin.

“I need you to kill her Cheol, as a means to show Changwoo that he shouldn’t harm what’s mine.” 

Seungcheol stares at his boss, knowing that he’s been angry about Changwoo killing his right hand man a few months ago. Having this information on his supposed daughter could either make things worse for the two rivals, or make the other mob boss back off. However, Seungcheol doesn’t get a say in these decisions. He can never choose to save anyone Sunghoon orders him to kill, even though he may want to. All he can say is, 

“Of course, sir.” 

“Thank you! Have a good day.” You say cheerfully, waving goodbye to the customer as they walk out the door, boba in hand. You let out a sigh once the door closes, placing your hands on the edge of the counter to close your eyes for a moment. 

“Yn, are you okay?” Opening your eyes, you look up to see your father’s bodyguard staring at you with a bit of concern laced in his features. You nod your head, giving him a thumbs up. 

“Just a bit tired Wonwoo, but I’m okay. I stayed up too late last night watching dramas again.” You joke, giving Wonwoo a bright smile to try and lessen his worry. He lets out a soft grin, shaking his head at you. “You should be sleeping earlier when you know that you have a shift the next day.” 

You shrug, “I know, but the drama was getting spicy. I highly recommend it’s okay to not be okay.” 

Wonwoo chuckles, telling you he’ll check it out when you guys get home. With that, he turns and walks back over to his table, where he will sit for the rest of your shift as it is his job to protect you when you’re out. 

You don’t know why your father even sends Wonwoo to be with you when you have your shift, or why he cares in the first place. You live in a different house than him, he doesn’t visit you at your apartment, the only time he goes out of his way to speak to you is when it’s your birthday. And even then, it’s just a short phone call.

He’s made it his, thing, to push you away the moment your mother passed when you were in high school. You know of his lifestyle, you know how he earns money, and you know that more than half of South Korea fears him. You may be the heir to one of the largest mafia bosses in South Korea, but you have made it clear you want nothing to do with that life. Your father knows that as well, but he decided to take it a step further and just pretend you don’t even exist.

But he gave you your freedom, as long as Wonwoo is by your side to make sure you’re safe. No one knows of your identity, there’s no knowledge of your father even having a child, but he still wants that extra protection on you. That’s why when you decided to move out of the house and into an apartment, he had Wonwoo go with you. 

He’s been with you for the last three years, even going to your on-campus classes. Wonwoo’s become the talk of the town with the ladies and gents there if we’re being honest. He’s not that much older than you, he has about three years over your head. He started working for your father as a drug runner, then he slowly rose up the ranks when it was discovered that he’s incredibly good with a gun and does martial arts. 

And that’s how you’re here now. At your shift with Wonwoo waiting at the table he always stays at when you work. Perfectly safe and sound.

Or so you thought.

“Do you have a picture of his daughter?” Mingyu asks, taking a sip of water as him and Seungcheol sit in the car in front of the boba shop you work at. Seungcheol nods his head, handing Mingyu the file so that he can look at it.

“Jesus Christ, this photo looks like it was taken ten years ago.” Mingyu mutters, looking at a very young version of you. It’s blurry as well, making it hard for him to get a good look at your features. Seungcheol lets out a sigh, squinting through the tinted car windows to try and look into the shop. “That’s because it was taken ten years ago. No one has seen her since then.”  

“What if she’s cute now? She’s just a couple years younger than you.” Mingyu asks, wiggling his eyebrows jokingly. Seungcheol turns his head and looks at his colleague/best friend, giving him a bored expression. “Did you forget that my mission is to kill her?” 

Mingyu shrugs, turning his head to glance out the window. “No, I remember.” 

“Then why did you ask such a ridiculous question? You know our line of work Mingyu, can’t have anyone in our lives that can make us vulnerable.” Seungcheol reminds the younger, and he nods. Mingyu just stares quietly out the window, feeling slightly upset by the reminder of the life that they live. 

Seungcheol looks at Mingyu for a moment, knowing that he doesn’t enjoy this lifestyle. Didn’t want to get dragged into it, but was desperate for money. Now he’s in too deep, and there’s no signs of getting out of it until he’s older and not of use anymore. Seungcheol can say that he’s the same, except the only way he can get out of this business is for him to die, or to kill his boss and take over. However, he’d never do the latter, no matter how much he wants to.

“Let’s get going now.” Seungcheol states, opening the door and stepping out of the car without another word on the subject. Mingyu lets out a sigh, opening the door to the car and hopping out. He follows after Seungcheol, shoving his phone in his pocket as they walk into the small boba shop. 

You turn around at the sound of the bells from the door, about to flash a big smile at the customers that walked in, only to feel your breath get caught in your throat when you lock eyes with the blonde haired man. 

His eyes are a deep brown. It’s the first thing you notice about him, and you can’t seem to find yourself backing down from his intense stare. In fact, you don’t want to, and Seungcheol raises an eyebrow at that. 

“It’s definitely her.” Mingyu mutters under his breath, pretending that he’s telling Seungcheol what he wants to order. However, his friend doesn’t answer him. Mingyu opens his mouth to repeat what he said, only to turn his head to find Seungcheol staring directly back at you with a glint in his eyes that he can’t seem to decipher. 

“Yn, it’s time for your break.” You snap out of the intense staring contest with the handsome man when Chanhee steps out from the back, preparing to take over for you. You give him a smile, “Thanks Chanhee.” 

“Of course yn. Oh, by the way, are you going to get food from next door?” You purse your lips as you think for a moment, before shrugging. “I don’t see why not.”

“Great, can you get me the greek fries? I’ll pay you back.” You laugh, reaching out and patting your pink haired coworker, giving him a thumbs up. 

Seungcheol watches the whole interaction in a dazed state, and Mingyu is left standing beside him incredibly confused. Mingyu’s never seen Seungcheol like this before, usually when they’re out on a job he’s stoic and swift. However, Seungcheol just stands there staring as you turn back around to glance at him, giving him a small smile before walking into the breakroom. Now out of sight. 

“Are you oka-”

“We can’t kill her.” Seungcheol murmurs, turning to look at Mingyu with a serious expression on his face. Mingyu’s eyes widen at the absurd confession, one that he never thought he’d hear Seungcheol make. “I beg your pardon?” 

“We can’t-”

“Are you guys ready to order?” Chanhee asks the two with a grin on his face, and they immediately change their attitudes, flashing the man a smile. Mingyu walks up to the counter first, looking up at the menu before beginning to order. “Yes. I’ll have the hokkaido milk tea.”

All while Wonwoo watches from the table, eyeing Seungcheol suspiciously as he drinks the fruit tea you made him. 

“Hi! Welcome to Tsukki Tea!” You greet cheerfully, looking up from the register to see the handsome man from a week before. Your eyes widen slightly, and the blonde haired man tilts his head at you. 

“Are you ready to order?” You ask slowly, unable to look away from his face. You didn’t comprehend how handsome he was at his last visit due to you having to go on your break, but now that you’re getting a good look at him, he’s incredibly attractive. 

“I’ll have the brown sugar milk tea.” The blonde says, and you feel your knees wobble at his deep voice. You nod your head, putting his order into the system as you hear your heart beat rapidly within your chest. 

“Your friend isn’t with you today?” You ask as he pays for the drink, initiating small talk. He freezes slightly, glancing up at you, “Huh?”

“Your friend. The really tall one from last week, I noticed he wasn’t with you today.” You explain, a nervous smile appearing on your face due to how much you regret asking him the question. He lets out an, ah, before shaking his head. 

“He has work today so I came on my own.” He answers, giving you a reassuring smile, and you feel heat rush to your cheeks at the pretty sight. You immediately glance back down at the touchscreen, ripping his receipt and holding it out towards the handsome man. 

“Can I have a name for your order?” You ask, and he gives you a grin. “My name is Seungcheol.” 

You nod your head, writing his name down on the cup. You can’t help but think that his name is pretty as well, quietly muttering it to yourself as you put the cap back onto the pen. Seungcheol notices this, and bites the inside of his cheek, thinking of how precious you are. 

“Your order will be ready shortly.” You tell him, and Seungcheol nods his head. He walks over to an empty table, sitting down and pulling out his phone to check his messages. 

Seungcheol told Sunghoon that he needed some time to scope you out. To understand your schedule, and find out when you’re alone. He was lucky that his boss believed it, but what he doesn’t know is that Seungcheol isn’t doing any of that. 

The assassin just wants to get to know you. 

When Seungcheol told Mingyu the first day they saw you that he can’t kill you, Mingyu didn’t believe him. He thought it was just from lack of sleep, or he was just pranking him. However, he came to find out that it wasn’t from either of those reasons at all. That Seungcheol was serious.

“You’re never like this Cheol, why can’t you kill her? It’s never been hard for you before.” Mingyu says, taking a sip from his boba as they drive back to headquarters. Seungcheol just stares silently out the window, biting his finger as he thinks of why he can’t kill you. 

He doesn’t have an answer to that.

“I haven’t found the answer yet.” Seungcheol simply responds, and Mingyu turns to glance at him with a flabbergasted expression on his face. 

“WHAT?!” 

“I’ll figure it out along the way.” Seungcheol mutters, still wondering why his heartbeat quickens when he thinks of your bright smile. Mingyu just scoffs, leaning back into the driver’s seat. 

“I know that I said she might be cute and insinuated that you fall in love with her, but it was absolutely a joke. What if the boss finds out that you aren’t actually going to kill her?” Mingyu asks, and Seungcheol purses his lips at the reminder. He lets out a sigh, frowning as he thinks of an excuse to give him. 

“I got it.” 

“Do you?”

“Probably not.”

“Seungcheol!”

Wonwoo glares at the mysterious man from across the shop, wondering what his intentions are with you. He tilts his head to the side, glancing back at his phone while he wonders why the name Seungcheol seems so familiar to him. 

You take the finished boba out from the machine that adds the plastic seal, walking over to the counter. You grab a straw and place it on top of the lid, “Order for Seungcheol!” 

The man in question turns towards you at the call of his name, letting out a small smile. He stands up from the table, walking over to you and gratefully taking the boba. 

“I hope you enjoy it, Seungcheol.” You say softly, and he takes notice of the twinkle in your gaze. 

“What’s your name?” He asks, smiling down at you.

You glance up at the man with your eyes slightly widened, having not expected him to ask a question. He tilts his head to the side in amusement, and you let out a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of your neck. 

“My name is yn.” You answer, and he nods his head.

“Well, thank you for the boba yn. I’ll be sure to enjoy it since you made it for me.” Seungcheol says in a sweet tone, causing you to smile. You wave bye to him as he steps out, and he waves back at you before closing the door. You let out a sigh once he’s out of the shop, resting a hand over your beating heart. 

“He’s too handsome.” You mumble, before turning towards the sink. Wonwoo watches as you begin to clean the station, small smile on your face as you do so, and he feels himself growing more concerned. 

“I gotta find out who he is.”

“Seungcheol, it’s been close to three weeks. Why isn’t the girl dead yet?” Sunghoon asks as Seungcheol cleans his gun quietly. He freezes slightly, before quickly relaxing, turning to glance up at his boss. 

In complete honesty, Seungcheol is shitting his pants at the moment. Him and Mingyu have been planning on how to not kill yn without letting their boss know, and they don’t really have a good idea. However, Seungcheol spends his days going to visit you at the boba shop. The conversations between you and him continue to grow longer each time he goes. To the point that he waits for you to get on your break so that the two of you can spend it getting to know each other. 

He’s discovered that you started working at the boba shop because of your serious addiction towards the drink, and that you wanted to learn how to make it yourself. He’s also learned that you’re allergic to bees, yet you love flowers and nature with a passion. Seungcheol finds you to be rather endearing, especially when you brightly tell him stories.

While you’ve learned that Seungcheol is a very simple guy. He enjoys working out in his spare time, and would like to own a dog. You asked him why he hasn’t adopted one yet, but he just gave you a small smile, shaking his head and saying that it’s not the time for him to get one.

“She has a bodyguard on hand at all times, I wouldn’t want to cause a bigger mess.” Seungcheol lies with ease after a second of thinking, and the man before him squints slightly. He leans forward towards the assassin, the power and influence he has radiating off of him in waves. 

“Since when has making a mess been a concern to you, Seungcheol?” Sunghoon asks in an icey tone, and Seungcheol stops wiping the cloth over his silencer. He glances up at his boss, keeping eye contact as they practically stare each other down. 

“Do I need to remind you of who you work for?” Seungcheol hears his heartbeat in his ears, knowing damn well what his boss is capable of. He’s known since he was a child. So Seungcheol shakes his head, visibly backing down from the oncoming fight that was going to break out. 

“Good. I want her dead by the end of next week Seungcheol.” 

“Okay, but hear me out.” You begin, and Seungcheol watches you with an amused smile. You lean forward in your seat, staring directly into his pretty eyes, causing a small blush to form on his cheeks. 

“Bigfoot.”

“No.”

“But Cheol! They have to be real.” You state, and the latter just shakes his head at you, taking a sip of the boba you made for him before you went on your break. He lets out a breath, “Yn, if bigfoot was real, then someone would’ve caught them by now. There’s no way a creature with big ass feet and is apparently really tall wouldn’t have been captured by now.” 

This is one of the many ridiculous conversations you and Seungcheol have had since the two of you have gotten closer. Seungcheol looks like the epitome of relaxed as the two of you converse, but what you don’t know is that there’s a storm running within him as he realizes what he has to do the longer he stares into your bright eyes.

You frown at the handsome man, leaning back into your seat with a pout on your lips. Seungcheol coos at you, reaching out to squeeze your cheek, and you slap his hand away. He lets out a hiss of pain even though it didn’t hurt, rubbing the back of his hand. You try not to peek, but when Seungcheol begins blowing on the area you hit, you can’t help but look up. 

You reach out and take his hand, and Seungcheol’s eyes widen when you pull it towards you, blowing softly on the back of his hand. Warmth rises to his cheeks, as do yours, but you both pretend that you’re not at all flustered by the action. After a moment, you glance up at Seungcheol, “Are you okay now?” 

He immediately looks away from the direct eye contact, feeling too shy to even sputter any words. You let out a smile at the sight, softly resting his hand back onto the table. Seungcheol mutters a quiet, thanks, and you chuckle, finishing the last of your boba. 

“I still think bigfoot is real.” You pettily mutter, and Seungcheol lets out a laugh. 

“In your dreams, yn.” 

Wonwoo watches from his table, pursing his lips at the sight of you and Seungcheol having gotten so close in a matter of a few weeks. He still doesn’t know anything about Seungcheol, having not done any research as of late. However, he leans back in his seat, now decided on what he has to do.

Seungcheol’s about to step into the boba shop when he’s grabbed by a hand and pulled into the alley. He immediately reaches for the gun in his waistband, only to freeze when he realizes that it’s no longer in his possession. His eyes slowly trail up, and he finds your bodyguard standing in front of him, his own silencer held in his hands, pointed directly towards Seungcheol’s head.

“So you work for Sunghoon, huh?” Wonwoo asks, not breaking eye contact with Seungcheol. Wonwoo did some digging, because he knew Seungcheol’s name was all too familiar. Which was when he discovered that Seungcheol is Sunghoon’s personal assassin. His boss’s rival mafia leader.

“You did a background check, Wonwoo?” Seungcheol asks, and the latter shrugs, chuckling darkly. 

“I can’t let yn get hurt.” Wonwoo states, squinting at the assassin standing before him. Seungcheol shakes his head, “I’m not going to kill yn.”

“Bullshit. You never pull back from a job, I saw it in my search on you.” Wonwoo exclaims, moving to turn the safety off when Seungcheol raises his hands up in surrender. “I’m really not. I plan to kill Sunghoon to protect yn.” 

Wonwoo’s eyes widen slightly, before squinting again. “And how do I know you’re not lying?” 

Seungcheol stares into Wonwoo’s eyes, hoping that his honesty shines through his gaze. He lets out a breath, “Cause I would’ve killed her by now. I know you did your research on me, you should know that all my victims died by my hand in 1-2 days after the assignment was given to me.”

Wonwoo does know that Seungcheol’s assignments would die in a matter of days when they were first presented. That’s why this information causes him to hesitate for a moment, but it doesn't make him remove his finger from the trigger. 

“What do you want with yn?” Wonwoo asks, and Seungcheol surprises the black haired man by giving him a small smile. 

“I want her to live peacefully like she is now. I want her to be happy.” 

The two stare each other down after Seungcheol’s confession, thinking to themselves. It’s after a minute or so that Wonwoo lets his arm fall to his side, turning the safety back on. Seungcheol almost sighs in relief, only to visibly pause when he catches Wonwoo still squinting at him. 

“So, what’s your plan?” Wonwoo asks, handing the silencer back to Seungcheol. He quickly puts it back in the waistband of his jeans, before giving your bodyguard an amused grin. “What? You gonna help me kill my own boss?” 

Wonwoo shrugs, finally cracking a smile. “It’ll keep yn safe, and it’ll also give me brownie points with my own boss. I don’t see why not.” 

Seungcheol chuckles, shaking his head. He leans back onto the brick wall of the alleyway, finding himself enjoying Wonwoo’s company even though he did almost die because of him. Seungcheol glances up at the dark sky, seeing the stars shining brightly. 

“I’m killing him at midnight.” He breathes out, and Wonwoo nods his head. He looks at his watch, seeing that it’s 8:50 pm, meaning you’ll be getting off your shift in a few minutes. So they have to wrap up this conversation soon.

“Well, you gonna pick me up later or what?” Wonwoo asks, and Seungcheol laughs quietly. He nods his head, glancing back down at the black haired man, finding him smiling as well. “Of course, it would be rude of me not to drive around the man who offered to help me kill a mafia leader.” 

“Ah yes, finally. A man with morals.”

Seungcheol and Mingyu step into the building, calmly walking towards the elevators to get to Sunghoon’s office. Wonwoo stayed behind in the car, where he’s currently hacking into the security system so that he can cut off the video feed when the deed is done. He’s already erasing the data of Mingyu and Seungcheol even being in the building in the first place.

“You think he’s gonna put up a fight?” Mingyu asks quietly, and Seungcheol scoffs. 

“Of course he is, but do you think he can win?” Mingyu ponders the question for a moment, before turning to Seungcheol and flashing him a mischievous smile. “Against the best assassin in Seoul? No.” 

“Checking the video feed now.” Wonwoo mutters into his mic, typing into his laptop. Seungcheol and Mingyu say a quick response back, continuing to walk towards the office.

Wonwoo goes through the video feed, trying to see if Sunghoon is just in his office like Seungcheol claimed he would be. Only to freeze when he sees who else is in the room with the powerful man. Wonwoo panics, immediately moving to speak into the mic when the connection gets cut out. 

“NO!” Wonwoo yells, watching with wide eyes as Mingyu and Seungcheol walk right into the room. 

Seungcheol and Mingyu look like the definition of ease when they step into the room, with Mingyu even cracking a smile at Sunghoon. Seungcheol opens his mouth to greet their boss, only to stop when he looks towards the chair by the desk, catching your frightened eyes.

There’s a towel stuffed in your mouth, preventing you from talking. There’s tear tracks on your cheeks, and your wrists are zip tied behind your back as you cry silently in fear. Sunghoon lets out a smile at the sight of his assassin standing in pure shock, head cocking to the side. 

“Took you too long to kill her, so I got impatient.” Sunghoon slyly explains, glancing over at you with a cheeky grin. You look away immediately, closing your eyes as more tears fall from them. You begin to regret letting Wonwoo go out for the night, or else you wouldn’t even be in this situation at the moment. 

“Yn, I need to be somewhere tonight. Is it okay if you stay home alone? I promise to be back in a couple hours.” Wonwoo tells you, and you peek your head out from the kitchen, glancing at the bodyguard who suddenly looks timid. You let out a happy smile, happy that Wonwoo is finally going out to do something. 

Since he was assigned to be your bodyguard, he hasn’t had a day or night to himself. Never even asked you for one, so obviously you’re going to let him. You nod your head, bouncing over to him with a big smile on your face, causing Wonwoo to raise an eyebrow at you. 

“Did you want me to leave that bad?” Wonwoo teases, and you slap his shoulder with a chuckle. 

“No! You just haven’t gone out without me since you became my bodyguard. Which was three years ago…” You trail off, having not realized how long it’s been. Wonwoo rolls his eyes, trying to hide the fact that the reason he’s going out is still for your safety. 

“Don’t pity me now. I enjoy my time with you, yn.” 

“Do you have friends, Wonwoo?” Wonwoo glares at you, having not appreciated the question. He slips on his shoes, turning and heading towards the door. You let out a laugh at his reaction, waving bye to him. 

“Remember to lock the door after I leave and turn on the alarm. Don’t answer the door, no one should even be knocking on it anyways. If anything happens, call me or your dad, okay?” You nod your head, and Wonwoo lets out a nervous breath. He glances up at you one more time, feeling his heart pound as he hopes you’ll be safe with him gone. 

“I’ll be back soon, yn.” And with that, Wonwoo walks out the door. 

It’s only within an hour of being alone that you hear a knock on your door, and you cautiously reach for your phone when you hear it again. Your hand wraps around your phone, only to freeze when you hear the locks turn and the door opens. You quickly run to your room, locking the door quietly behind you and rushing under your bed. You make sure the sheet underneath the mattress shields your body from view, before pulling out your phone in the cramped space. You move to text Wonwoo, only to freeze when you hear the doorknob jiggle. 

Your heart pounds against your chest, and you worry that the assailant can hear it from how silent it is in your apartment. You quickly turn on your phone, managing to pull up your conversation with Wonwoo when the door unlocks, and you freeze in fear. You turn off your phone so that the light won’t show from underneath your bed, and you stay as silent as you can as you hear the person’s shoes step around your bedroom. 

You watch as the person moves to walk out of your room, but you don’t dare make a sound until you can no longer hear their footsteps. You’re about to let out a quiet breath of relief, pulling up your phone to text Wonwoo when the person lifts up the sheet, staring directly at you with a smile on his face.

“Hello, yln yn.”

“Boss-” Seungcheol begins, only for Sunghoon to raise a hand up to stop him from speaking. The pieces slowly come together as to why he couldn’t get a dog, why he always redirected the conversation when asked about his life. Seungcheol catches your eyes, and he sees the betrayal in your gaze. He mouths that it’s going to be okay, and you look down at your legs, wanting nothing more than to leave. 

“Care to explain why I heard plans of you and Mingyu trying to kill me?” Sunghoon asks, eyes squinting at the two. Mingyu stiffens beside Seungcheol, and your eyes widen, beginning to wonder if Seungcheol is actually on your side. 

Seungcheol and Mingyu don’t respond for a second. With Mingyu internally panicking about whether or not he should lie, and Seungcheol pondering on how to answer the question. However, Seungcheol decides not to answer it, instead pulling out his silencer from his waistband in a matter of seconds, pointing it directly at his boss’s head.

Mingyu steps over to you as Seungcheol and Sunghoon stare each other down. You look at Seungcheol’s friend from the day they first stepped into the boba shop, and he gives you an apologetic smile. Mingyu reaches into his waistband, pulling out his knife, beginning to cut off your zip tie. “Sorry to meet you on such bad terms, Cheol has told me a lot about you.” 

“I didn’t believe it when I caught wind of the rumor. After all these years, you’re going to kill me just like that? Over our rival’s daughter?” Sunghoon asks, eyes not faltering from Seungcheol. He stands up from the table at Seungcheol’s silence, letting out a smile at the fact that Seungcheol hasn’t pulled the trigger.

“For yn?” Seungcheol begins, and you glance up at the blonde. He locks eyes with you for a moment, letting out a breath. Seungcheol turns back towards Sunghoon, squinting at the man. “Anything.” 

“You’re not really going to kill me for her, right Seungcheol?” 

Seungcheol lets out a breath, before turning the safety off the gun. You watch the confrontation unfold with wide eyes as Mingyu works on cutting the ropes wrapped around your legs and the chair. 

“I’ve always hated you.” Seungcheol mutters, pressing his finger to the trigger. Sunghoon raises an eyebrow, “You wish I just left you at that crack house where I found you? Seungcheol, I made you-”

“You made me into a monster!” Seungcheol shouts, hand shaking as he points the gun towards his boss’s head. Mingyu and you jump slightly at the raise of his voice, having not expected Seungcheol to lose his temper. Mingyu quickly takes off your gag, and you stand up from the chair, holding onto the back of Mingyu’s shirt as the two of you try to silently leave the room.

“You made me into a man that kills people, for your own gain.” Sunghoon listens in silence, watching Seungcheol's hand tremble. The blonde blinks back tears, feeling all the pain he’s hidden slowly pouring out as he stares at the man who practically raised him. He takes a deep breath, before applying more pressure to the trigger.

“That’s why I’m going to kill you for my own.” Seungcheol states, about to pull the trigger when Sunghoon knocks the gun out of his hands. Seungcheol reaches out to grab it quickly, but Sunghoon is faster as he kicks Seungcheol in the stomach unexpectedly, winding him in the process. Sunghoon grabs the gun in the short time that Seungcheol is out of it, and raises it into the air.

“Did you forget I taught you everything you know, Seungcheol?”

Seungcheol’s eyes stare at the gun pointed in his direction. You and Mingyu are frozen in place, with Mingyu’s hand resting over his own gun in the waistband of his pants. 

“Drop the gun onto the floor Mingyu, or else he dies.” Sunghoon threatens, and Mingyu glares. Seungcheol nods his head at Mingyu, and the latter slowly rests the gun onto the carpeted floor, before glancing back up at Sunghoon.

“Yn and Mingyu didn’t do anything, just kill me.” Seungcheol says, and Sunghoon shoots him a glance. He rolls his eyes, and you feel your breath hitch when he adjusts his hold on the gun.

“You’re right. However, remember what you learned?” Sunghoon asks, and Seungcheol feels his heart sink. The mafia boss chuckles at his silence, letting out a breath.”You know this Seungcheol, it’s the first thing I taught you when you were a kid. The loved ones always pay the price.” Sunghoon states, letting out a laugh at the harsh glare the blonde is throwing his way. He tilts his head to the side, before glancing over at you, finding delight in the fear on your face.

“Goodbye, yn.” 

Seungcheol shouts when Sunghoon quickly turns the gun in your direction, reaching out to stop him, while Mingyu moves to shield your body with his.

The loud sound of the gunshot echoes around the room, and you’re holding Mingyu’s shirt tightly in your hands. Your eyes slowly open at the sound of a body falling to the floor, and you look up to see Mingyu still standing safe and sound. Both of your eyes widen at the same time, and you turn to find Sunghoon slumped to the floor, blood pouring out of his lifeless body. 

You glance up to see Seungcheol staring at the door, and you turn your head to see Wonwoo standing there, gun held in his hands. He slumps onto the door frame, letting out a tired sigh.

“God damn it you guys. I told you to move in on my signal, yet when the connection cut out, the two of you still went inside.” Wonwoo complains, reaching his hand up and wiping away the beads of sweat that formed from sprinting all the way here. Seungcheol lets out a small chuckle, shaking his head. Mingyu lets out a breath of relief, walking over to Seungcheol to ask if he’s okay. All while you just stand there, suddenly realizing that there’s a dead body right in front of you. 

“O-oh my God.” You mutter as your vision slowly goes in and out, and Wonwoo’s eyes widen when he remembers that you’re incredibly sensitive to blood. Everything fades to black and you begin to fall, causing Wonwoo to take a step forward in an attempt to catch you.

However, Seungcheol’s faster as he runs over and wraps his arms around you, catching your passed out body before you hit the floor. He sighs, moving the strands of hair that rest on your face. He turns towards Wonwoo and Mingyu, finding them also feeling relieved at the fact that he caught you. 

Wonwoo lets out a breath after a moment, glancing over towards the dead body. He pulls out his phone and begins to take pictures, causing Mingyu to raise an eyebrow at the odd behavior. Seungcheol also stares at Wonwoo, but he knows why he’s documenting the experience.

“Don’t worry Mingyu, I’m just doing this so that my boss gives me brownie points.” Wonwoo mutters, before deciding that he’s taken enough. He quickly sends it to your father, before pocketing his phone and looking up at the three of you.

“Let’s bring yn home.” 

You wake up to the smell of fried rice, and you feel your stomach grumble at the scent. Letting out a sigh, you reach up and rub your eyes, only to freeze when all the memories from the night before resurface. You sit up in bed, only to pause when you register the hand gripping yours. You turn your head, finding the familiar head of blonde hair resting on the edge of your bed. 

“Cheol?” You murmur, wondering why he stayed with you as you slept. The question gets answered once you look up and see Wonwoo leaning against your doorframe, taking a bite of a strawberry as he gives you a small smile. 

“You were having nightmares on the way back, so Seungcheol wanted to stay by your side to make sure they weren’t too bad. Guess he fell asleep though.” Wonwoo explains, and you feel your heart warm slightly. You run a hand through your hair, suddenly feeling the need to vomit at the memory of Sunghoon’s dead body. 

Wonwoo’s way ahead of you, as he is now walking over with a garbage bag. You silently thank him, clutching the plastic with a tight fist as you try to forget the visual. Seungcheol stirs in his sleep, holding your hand a bit tighter as he pouts. The sight calms you down, and you let out a quiet coo. 

“Your dad plans to visit later to make sure that you’re okay, by the way.” You nod your head at the newfound information. For some reason, you never expected that getting kidnapped and almost murdered would get your father to come and visit you. 

but alas...

“Do you approve of Seungcheol, Wonwoo?” You ask quietly, choosing to let go of the plastic bag in order to softly pat Seungcheol’s sleeping head. Wonwoo shrugs, tilting his head to the side. 

“He killed his own mafia boss in order to protect you. I’d say that’s more than enough to consider him as a good guy.” Wonwoo answers, and you let out a smile. With that, Wonwoo walks out of the room, now out of earshot. 

“Wake up, you’ve been approved.” You mutter, patting Seungcheol’s head. He opens one eye, glancing up at you with a small smile. 

“How’d you know I was awake?” Seungcheol asks, and you shrug in response. It’s a trick you don’t think you want him to know yet. He lets out a smile, squeezing your hand once again. He lets out a tired yawn, letting go of your hand in order to stretch his arms above his head.

“What will happen to you and Mingyu now? You did kill a man who has a lot of power in South Korea after my father.” Seungcheol leans back into his seat, not wanting to remind you that Wonwoo was the one who actually killed Sunghoon in order to not let the image come back into your mind. 

“Mingyu and I did a lot of digging, that’s where we found out most of the people working under Sunghoon hated him. By most I mean around 90%, by the way.” Seungcheol explains, and you let out a quiet, ah. “So they were fine with you killing Sunghoon?” 

Seungcheol nods his head, “Precisely.” 

“What about the other ten percent?” You ask. Seungceol opens his mouth to respond, only to stop when he sees Mingyu and Wonwoo standing in the doorway. You raise an eyebrow at the sight of Mingyu wearing your apron, but you decide to close your eyes. 

“Breakfast is ready.” Mingyu announces, and the two flash you and Seungcheol a mischievous smile before stepping back out of your room. You let out a sigh, turning back towards Seungcheol. 

“Guess we’ll find out, mm? For now, let’s go and eat breakfast.” Seungcheol says, and you purse your lips, before nodding in agreement. You climb out of your bed, leading the way towards the dining table to find Mingyu and Wonwoo already eating without you two. 

“Rude, didn’t even wait for us.” You tease, and Wonwoo chuckles. 

“Not our fault you and the new mafia leader are slow.” Mingyu responds, taking a sip of his coffee. You squint at the latter, and he just flashes you a smile. 

“Ew, don’t call me that Mingyu.” Seungcheol mumbles, taking a bite of the fried rice that was prepared. 

“I’ll call you what I want to, leader.” 

“Fuck you.” 

“How could you say that in front of your future girlfrie-” 

And with that, Seungcheol launches himself across the table, causing the two to start wrestling on your wooden floor. Wonwoo and you let out a sigh, turning to each other and smiling. 

“What a strange breakfast.” You mutter, no hint of malice behind your smile as you and Wonwoo watch the two fake fight on the floor. You tilt your head, and Wonwoo lets out a sigh when he sees no sign of them stopping. 

“I’ll stop them.” Wonwoo mumbles, getting up from his chair and walking over to the two. He pats his elbow, then jumps onto them, eliciting a loud groan from Seungcheol and Mingyu. You giggle quietly, shaking your head and taking a sip of water at the chorus of complaints of how sharp Wonwoo’s elbow is from Seungcheol. 

You tried to get out of the mafia life your father lives by moving out. That obviously didn’t work as you have a new mafia leader on the floor of your dining room who saved your life the night before. However, the longer you stare at Seungcheol as he laughs with Mingyu and Wonwoo, you find yourself rather grateful for the events that unfolded since meeting Seungcheol. 

He turns and catches your gaze, immediately smiling at you. He waves you over so that you can help him up off the floor, and you roll your eyes. You stand up from the chair and walk over to him, extending your hand out towards the man. 

“Can’t even lift yourself up off the floor?” You tease, and Seungcheol rolls his eyes. He takes your hand, and you pull him up off the floor. 

“Gives me an excuse to hold your hand.” Seungcheol responds cheekily, and you scoff at his answer, although the rising warmth to your face clearly says otherwise. Mingyu and Wonwoo glance at each other, both taking turns to make vomit noises at the two of you. 

“Get a ROOM!” 

“Disgusting.” 

“Not my fault you guys are lonely!” You shout back, and Wonwoo squints at you. 

“It is your fault.”

“Shhh.”

“Yn!” 

“Wonwoo!” Seungcheol grins when you and Wonwoo begin to squabble, letting out a happy sigh. Mingyu stands up from the floor, letting out a sigh at the sight of you and Wonwoo arguing.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Mingyu yells, raising his hand up, causing you and Wonwoo to pause mid-argument. You both turn to glance at Mingyu, finding him and Seungcheol staring at the two of you with amused looks on their faces.

“Eat now, argue later.” Mingyu states, and you and Wonwoo share a look, before moving and sitting back down in your seats to continue eating. 

“It is your fault, by the way.” Wonwoo mutters, and you glare at him. Seungcheol snickers behind his hand, taking a spoonful of fried rice to stop the noise from escaping. 

“Fuck you, Wonwoo.”

“How could you say that in front of your future boyfr-” And with that, it’s now your turn to launch yourself across the table and onto Wonwoo. 

Mingyu lets out a tired sigh, choosing to ignore the loud bickering from behind him. While Seungcheol chuckles at the sight, finding himself at peace for the first time. 

seungcheol was finally able to save someone. 

You let out a giggle at Wonwoo’s pained expression from falling backwards onto the floor, and Seungcheol feels his heart warm from the sound.

and this time, it was you.

[rodeoxqueen]

DEVIL MAY GRIND

(I)- Can You Touch This? 

Dante/ AMAB! Reader

Series Summary:  From a surprise rendezvous to a male strip club on your birthday to a private dance, you end up seeing eye-to-eye rather than eye-to-groin with a cowboy stripper named Dante Sparda.

Work Summary: A shy and short homebody celebrating your birthday with friends, you end up somewhere you’d never expect: a male strip club. And what you’d also never expect is a certain red-devil/cowboy stripper to lay his special treatment on you.

Tags/Warnings:18+, AMAB! Reader, Stripper!AU, Minors Do Not Try It, Wholesome Filth

Rodeo’s Two-Pieces: And after months, Rodeo presents the male version of this soon-to-be filth. *tilts cowboy hat over eyes and leans in seat*

You were never one for large crowds, alcohol, loud music, and nudity. So what a mess you were in, your friends dragging you into a strip club.

It wasn’t your fault, they promised you were all going for a quiet dinner at your favorite restaurant. No loud noises, no crowds, and especially, you didn’t even know why you had to specify, no naked guys! That’s what happened at first. You went and blew out your candles on your cake at a nice place, but then things got weird. Your friends had got you thoughtful gifts, except one of them who promised to give it to you after another “surprise.”

They practically herded you to their car, blindfolding and ear-muffing you while giggling. After driving in some unfamiliar directions, you were pulled into a strange building.

So when you couldn’t hear your thoughts due to the overbearing bass in the room you were in, you realized you should’ve known better. The blindfold and earmuffs were taken off and you opened your eyes to a neon-lit room with the most hard-cut abs right in your face.

“A strip club?! W-why would you think I’d want to go to a strip club?”

“Okay, first of all (Y/N). It’s a male strip club. Second, come on! I know you want to touch some diamond abs!” One of your friends exclaimed as they threw bills at one very tan and very oiled-up man named Diego. The box from before landed on your lap, and you unwrapped it to find a giant stack of dollar bills.

“Now stuff them bills down some hottie’s pants!”

The orange thong-wearing male with the most defined quads you had ever glanced at winked at your friend and opted to dance on someone else. Clutching your drink, you swallowed thickly as other males who went to the gym every other hour thrust their hips proactively at you.

Your friends had called ahead and bought the lot of you a table to the stage, much to your chagrin.

Luckily, your ability to disappear in a room, with your meek personality and small stature, came in handy in these situations. The tall and buff guys your friends screamed over seemed to prefer the company of the more extroverted and thirsty. While other tables farther from the stage had easy contact with the not-themed strippers, you were all confronted with the stage floor dancers.

“My god, how many themes do these guys dress in?” You squeaked as an entertainer dressed like James Bond (minus the clothes except for the bowtie and gun holster) ground on the stage floor.

“Not enough! Now make it rain, (Y/N).” Another friend demanded as she took another shot.

You made a noise as your hand was forcibly placed onto an eight-pack. You quickly threw a wad of bills at the man and ran off to the bar.

“I gotta go!” You panicked, speed-walking to the bar in your favorite pair of dressy sneakers. Stomach quivering, you put a few bills down and asked for a stronger drink. Maybe you could pass out on the table and your friends would feel bad and take you home.

You sighed as you watched your friends have the time of their lives, although they noted your absence.

“First time?” The bartender asked, sliding your fruity drink to you. You fiddled with the napkin. A woman posed in the corner with the logo “Devil May Cry” to the side of her, all lined in neon pink.

“Oh!... Yeah, it is.” You mumbled shyly. You blushed at his blue-eyed stare. Luckily, he wore a collared white shirt so you could look at him without bleeding out of your nose. He was very handsome, with rugged features and slight facial hair. His stark white hair shined even in the dim lighting.

“Ah, could tell. Watched you get dragged in here.” He chuckled.

“I-I was tricked, first of all!” You exclaimed, tucking some hair behind your ear.

“It’s alright. Your next rounds on me if you stay a lil longer.” He winked, wiping a glass. A few other people came and went, requesting all sorts of raunchy-titled drinks. Despite that, he leaned on the table where you sat, making idle conversation.

“I’m Dante.”

“Nice to meet you, Dante. I’m (Y/N).” You impulsively stuck your hand out to shake and stilled at his strong and warm grip.

He whistled.

“Nice name for a nice man. It’s your birthday right?” You nodded.

“What did you wish for?”

“Peace and quiet.” He laughed at that, gesturing to your friends who screamed and clapped at a dark-skinned stripper who ripped off his pants.

“With those friends?” He chuckled.

“They’re a lot more restrained. This is an exception.” You whined.

The conversation grew longer. You learned that Dante worked here with his twin brother Vergil. He loved pizza and strawberry ice cream, along with nice motorcycles. A total manly man, if you asked yourself.

You found a safe space talking to him since you didn’t have to look at nude guys with your back turned.

You were hoping to talk the night away until a similarly white-haired male with a serious glare rounded the corner.

Swiping back a few stray hairs, the esteemed brother Vergil knocked the smile off his twin’s face.

“You fool! Your shift has been over for some time now.” He snapped. Dante rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, this is old douchebag.” You giggled at his comment, quickly stopping when meeting eyes with the frigid twin.

“Have you been speaking ill of me? I will-” Dante threw a towel at his brother’s face before leaving the bartending station. By leaving, he jumped over the counter.

“Hey, (Y/N), nice talking to you. I’ll see you later.” The white-haired man left to the employee’s room.

“Alright-” You muttered. You’d sit, but Vergil’s cold glare prompted you to leave and rejoin your friends.

“Where were you? Chatting up the bartender?”

“Look at you. Being social in a strip club.” They teased.

After a few more dancers, you couldn’t help but miss the blue-eyed bartender with his quips and casual flirtiness.

Suddenly, the music and lights went off. The crowd stirred. Your friend grabbed your arm.

“Oh boy, they’re gonna need a mop after this.”

“Ew!” You cried out. Your friends sang that one horribly sexual song from the radio. Something about parking a truck in a garage and about wet-

A shirtless DJ grabbed the mic.

“And now, for our next entertainer, we have the Legendary Lady Killer. Hold onto your panties and your wedding rings, you’re all in for the ride of your life.”

The lights were turned back on from back to front. On stage, stood a muscular man with a cowboy hat and shawl. His legs were perfectly framed by black leather chaps and boots. You turned as red as his shawl as you could see his formidable bulge from yards across.

His spurs clinked on the floor as people began to cheer at his physique. Your jaw dropped in shock.

White hair.

“Ladies and gents, I got some questions for y’all.” He drawled, lowering his hat.

“Yes! I’m single!” Someone yelled from the back. He chuckled as others screamed with agreement.

“That’s nice ma’am. But really, I got three questions.” He made his way down the stage, his shadow covering your table.

He palmed his chest and abs, showing white chest hairs and slicked-down muscles.

“Can you touch this?” Everyone screamed for yes. He tutted.

“No, no, no.” He waggled his finger. He spun and exposed his lush tush. He was packing it front and back and you blushed while putting your face in your hands.

His hands groped his butt. Even with his giant hands, he still had more ass to spare.

“Can you touch this?” The screams grew louder. He waggled his finger again, wiggling his butt.

“No, no, no.” The crowd awed. He turned back around, a cocky grin on his face.

“Now,” He pointed to the crowd.

His palms groped the leather that concealed his huge package.

“Can you touch this?” Your friend threw a wad of cash at him, hitting him in the nipple. He stood unflinching.

“No, no, no.” He drew out each word.

“These are my laws.” Putting his hands on his hips, he rocked left to right, clicking his spurs.

“But I see a hell of a lot of lawbreakers here tonight.”

He shifted to walk around the chair placed behind him. He sat on it backward, legs spread to place his groin in the spotlight.

“And I don’t see a cop in sight.” He pointed at the DJ.

“Hit it!” Music blaring, he did his number. And boy, was the DJ right to warn you. Dante practically made sweet love to the chair, flipping his head back.

Hips circling and then pistoning the air, sweat trailed down his pecs.

You ended up throwing a few bills, hoping to avoid eye contact. It failed as he slid to his knees to the edge of the stage and crawled off the ledge onto your table. Like a preying tiger, he made his way over to you.

Thank god you had health insurance, your blood pressure was going off the charts.

Your friends lost their heads, throwing bills and screaming like banshees. But he wasn’t interested in them. His eyes preyed after your own, baby blues on an absolute beast.

“Wanna save a horse and ride a cowboy, handsome?” He purred as he traced your jaw. Your skin jumped as you internally imploded. This was was too sensual and people were watching, for goodness sake!

“(Y/N), if you don’t agree I will cancel your Barnes and Noble membership.” Your friend threatened.

“Come on, spare this outlaw some sugar?” You didn’t have a moment to think. Dante threw his hat on your head and carried you onto the table and to the stage.

“Oh my god! Oh my god!” You shrieked.

He ran hot. So hot. Your skin burned at contact with him, pressed up against his chest as he stood you in front of the chair he practically humped.

“Take a seat, sir.” You blushed at his sensual persona, not sure where the kind bartender and the suave cowboy started and ended.

Obediently, you turned the chair around and sat with your ankles crossed. Dante tutted in disapproval.

His hands lingered by your legs.

“May I?” He asked. You shook your head slowly, feeling his callused hands on your thighs. He firmly spread your legs and stood over you on the chair.

As if that wasn’t enough, his arm muscles bulged and twitched as he ripped off his leather chaps. He ripped the chaps. There were no zippers or velcro straps. That was all him!

Your face a hair’s width from his abs, he gently took your hands and traced his pecs with them. He growled and winked at you.

Despite the one-in-a-million situation you were in, you shrank at the many peering eyes of the other women and bar patrons. Your anxiety was seen by Dante, who tilted your head up.

“Hey, it’s alright. Just focus on me. If you’re nervous, just give me a purple nurple or something, alright?” You laughed at his idea of a safe word and nodded.

“Okay, Dante.”

And like that, it was like you pulled a trigger. Dante grinded on your form and explored his peak-conditioned skin with your own hands.

You gasped as he led your hands down his front to his leather shorts. You couldn’t stop looking with widened eyes at his crotch. You had read erotica before, describing the male member in the throes of passion, yet this was the first time you had been this close to anything like those erotic novels.

It was obscene! Why did it seem to get larger? How was he allowed to carry that thing around without a license?!

“Hey, eyes up here.” He teased as you snapped your head up.

“O-oh! Sorry.” You whispered. Your blood had rushed to your head and you had grown deaf to your friends’ yells of validation.

“Grab him by the buns!” One of your friends yelled. Dante turned around to make eye contact with her.

With a grin, he slid your hands to the back. What he didn’t expect was you to squeeze.

“Whoa now, kitty.” He purred. You gave a watery smile.

Suddenly, a water bottle was thrown at his head. With lightning reflexes, he caught it after it bounced off of him.

“Hey! Stage times’ over, you fucking show pony.” A short-haired woman with mismatching eyes called out. Dante scoffed.

“Just givin’ a nice gentleman some lovin’.” He argued.

“No, get off the stage, Dante.”

“Five more minutes?”

“NOW.” He sighed. Getting off of your lap, he kissed your hand that was resting on his thigh. Lord, if you died right now, that’d be fine.

“Glad to have this dance.” He flirted.

“Y-you too.” Taking your hand, he took you for another surprise and swept you off your feet. You squeaked as he handed you to another dancer on the ground. The club-goers cheered as dancers arrived, dressed like businessmen with briefcases.

You were promptly seated, head dizzy from everything that just happened. You watched as he took his leave as if he didn’t just cause you to get feverish from how hot he was. Your friend hugged you.

“Nice work! You were so lucky!” Another friend plucked the hat off your head.

“Ah! He left his hat!” You exclaimed as you took it from her hands.

“A souvenir.”

For the rest of the night, you held onto the hat and traced the red stitching. You never saw Dante for the rest of the night, his brother in charge of the bar service.

Finally, before the last round of dancers, you were tapped on the shoulder. You found yourself staring into much harsher blue eyes.

One of your friends threw money at him, which he growled at.

“I am not an entertainer. Well, not right now.” He explained. He handed you a drink with a napkin on the bottom.

“My buffoon of a brother said to keep the hat. Although, I’m not sure why you would.”

“I-”

“The drink is on the house. Good evening with you all.”

He walked off, and you took your drink. You realized it was the same one you ordered when you got to the bar.

“Hey dude, take a look.” A well-manicured nail pointed to the napkin. You saw in red pen an arrow pointed to the folded corner.

You shakily opened it to reveal a series of numbers and words, along with a card that flitted onto the table.

Tonight was fun, wanna do it again? The card’s for a private dance, just call and ask for Dante Sparda. No crowds, only you and me. No Lady barking up my tree for appreciating beauty either - DS

A little heart with an arrow through its center was scrawled in a corner. You picked up the laminated card and saw it was for a free private dance. Your heart beat out of your chest.

Your friends laughed as you immediately stuck it in your pocket, along with the note. The club closed and you were all ushered out. The night was pitch black when you emerged from the debauchery that was the Devil May Cry strip club.

As your other wasted companions were stuffed into the car, you sat shotgun to the sober and designated driver.

You were silent the car ride home, laying your head against the window. You thought about that white-haired flirt’s remarks and how gentle he was to you.

Waving and embracing your wonderful friends, you left for your apartment with all your gifts. However, the little slips of paper in your pocket weighed the heaviest on your mind.

With your keys in your hand, you climbed up the stairs home.

After closing the door, you slid down the wall and let out a pleased sigh.

“Best birthday ever!” You said to no one in particular. 

[these-are-the-first-steps]

So all the talk yesterday has me rewatching LFN, and OH MY GOD THE LAYERS????????????

I have rewatched this show many many times since it debuted a million years ago, and I guess I’m just finally old enough to really look into all the nooks and crannies now because????

Ok so like…Nikita’s trapped working for this clandestined agency called Section One right? The whole world thinks she’s dead. And this other dude in the section is like “I know how we can erase ourselves from the system with a virus and we’ll be free. I know you because I was the tech assigned to watch you through all the hidden cameras Section put in your apartment also I have a creepy voyeur’s crush on you now.” Meanwhile, Nikita’s trainer-turned-handler-turned-untrustworthy love interest Michael is suddenly hanging around her i wish she’d punch him in the balls as much as i love him and even goes to her house??? And dances with/kisses her???? Nikita’s already suspicious of the whole thing but now she’s caught feels and tells the dude she’s not going to leave even though dude insists Michael’s not legit. But he goes, without her. Afterwards Michael tells Nikita about the dude who escaped, but that their backup servers weren’t touched by his virus so he’ll be caught and killed soon- as would anyone who would have gone with him. Nikita tears up realizing Michael knew the whole time and thinking dude was right and she bet on the wrong horse but also realizing she’d’ve been caught and killed like she suspected so basically everything’s fucked. Michael cooly tells her he did it only to keep her alive, and walks off. Nikita goes to her apartment and rips out every single camera she can find, goes back to Section, and dumps it out in front of both the big bosses (who can easily kill her) and Michael and tells them they can get fucked spying on her and if they don’t like it they can kill her. The Big Big boss is annoyed but agrees- no more surveilance on Nikita. She storms off. Pan over to Michael who is looking smug af— because here, ladies and gents, is the punchline: Although he had to make her cry by thinking he played her, he DID save her life, uncover a defector, and now all the cameras at her place are gone, too, with official approval. Now he can theoretically go over and see her as much as he wants and Section won’t know a fucking thing.

Guys, when this hit me, I was S C R E A M I N G omgggggggg. 😂😭🤣😭😂😭🤣😭😭😭😭😭

The audacity of This Man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh to be loved by a scheming man who would kill for you and yet can’t be trusted a goddamn inch! 😩🤣

What a show.