#event. spring breakers

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# 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝟎𝟎𝟑 : 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄

a bit of tasteful body paint and a shotgunned white claw never hurt nobody. ©

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IT'S SOMEWHERE BETWEEN "y'know, paul mccartney once claimed that one in four men are gay" and "paul and john were probably in some toxic on and off thing" that reeve starts to tune milo out. he knows he should just interrupt, throw the wad of cash in his pocket at milo's face and snatch the little bag of goods they toss between their palms before he can really unpack what he must have done to deserve this. instead, reeve opts to wait it out, allows himself to get distracted by the interesting angles of milo's face. at some point in the night, he took a tab that now makes the slope of milo's jaw particularly thrilling to look at, so he follows it from their chin to their gonial angle, marveling at the sharpness of the bend there, before stopping at their ear where his eyes linger. it's distracting, the way the lights from the party make milo's jewelry sparkle like stars.

it goes quiet, and it takes reeve a moment to realize he's been caught. ❝ oh, uh, ❞ his own voice sounds odd, way too scratchy and nervous— insecure . he chalks it up to the drugs and clears his throat. ❝ no, i was just— did getting all that hurt, or ... ? ❞ he flicks his finger against his own earlobe, completely bare compared to the plethora of huggies and studs decorating milo's.

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 — reeve aziz 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — driveway

milo sort of feels like they're holding reeve hostage, but at the very least, it's funny. he's roped plenty of people into conversation mid deal, but this one was something of an accomplishment. they didn't get off to the best start, and though many people disliked milo, reeve's was a faster onset than they would have expected. so, they take this chance, smile dumbly at his drunken geniality, lean against their car with a cigarette and just yap. it's only after a while that they feel that burning sensation on the side of their face, eyes on them. a pang of insecurity manages to claw through the layers of intoxication, and a hand goes to absently fidget with the metal in their ear "uh, i have something on my face?"

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[bambiihee]

SPRING BREAKERS༚ ── y.jw

on the pier, by the lake, jungwon wants to make this spring break one you’ll never forget.

▸ PAIRING༚ 양정원 x fem!reader ▸ WC༚ 0. 6 k ▸ GENRE༚ straight filthy smut, pwp ▸ WARNINGS༚ NSFW, MDNI! public sex, exhibitionism, slight dubcon (jungwon tells her to make him stop and she doesnt), dirty talk, dom!jungwon, vaginal fingering, teasing, breast play

[ note༚ ] part one of fifteen for my 500 followers event! doing the prompts out of order >_<

When Jungwon had told you that his friends had planned an afternoon trip to the lake, a week into spring break when the weather was the warmest, you had begged to go with him. You hadn’t spent a day at the lakeshore since you were young, and all of his friend’s girlfriends were coming, so it was only fair if you got to tag along as well.

But now, sat in Jungwon’s lap on the pier, his hands growing bolder and bolder as he slips his fingers underneath your bikini strings, you wish you had stayed behind.

All of his friends are out in the water, too caught up in each other to pay attention to the two of you perched on the rickety wooden dock— you watch them like a hawk, praying to whatever god will listen that none of them take a passing glance over their shoulder.

“Jungwon!” you hiss, though it sounds more like a whimper. “We can’t do this here!”

He just hums, tugging playfully at the straps to watch them snap back against your skin. The tie threatens to give way with every teasing motion, your bikini top falling open and your breasts spilling out for everyone to see. The thought horrifies you, and so does the feeling of something hot and heavy swirling in your gut.

“Do what?” Jungwon asks innocently, venturing down your chest to cup your tits. He gropes and kneads them, pushes them together just to pull them apart, twists at your hardening nipples through the fabric of your bikini. You slap a hand over your mouth to keep from moaning aloud, somehow feeling even more sensitive than usual, every touch sending sparks of desire through your core.

Jungwon’s touch is ravenous, rough and greedy and so fucking obvious as if you were back at home and not sitting in public. in broad daylight. with all of his friends around.

“That! We can’t, not here!” you try to wiggle out of his grip, but you only manage to rub up against the growing bulge in Jungwon’s swim trunks. He’s already half hard, you realize with a gasp— the fabric of your swimsuits are thin enough that you can feel very ridge and vein of him, slotted between your asscheeks and straining up against you needily. The soft grunt Jungwon lets out in your ear goes straight to your pussy, dripping slick and clenching around nothing in record time. “Won, please, they’ll see—“

“What if I want them to?” he purrs, his whispered confession shocking you into silence. Slowly, his hand leaves your breast to trail down your belly, fingertips like fire as they caress your skin. The tip of his middle finger comes in contact with your clit, the littlest ghost of a touch that makes you jolt and mewl. Your reaction makes him chuckle, and he slides his fingers farther, traces the outline of your slit through your bottoms. “Fuck, you’re already so wet for me. You sure you don’t want it too, baby? I could make you feel so good, just slide your bikini bottoms to the side and make you cum on my fingers— make you cum so hard you don’t care if anyone notices.”

“Wonnie…” you warble weakly, your defenses cracking as Jungwon starts to peel your soaked bottoms from where they’ve stuck themselves to your core.

“Tell me to stop. Tell me to stop and I will.” Two long, bony fingers prod at your weeping entrance, the bump Jungwon’s hand makes in the flimsy fabric obscene. You hiccup and roll your hips, unable to stop yourself from seeking his touch.

You don’t tell him to stop. You can’t even form words.

[cuntyhunty22]

SWITCHING THE POSITIONS FOR YOU.

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Mature content 18 plus

Javier Peña x reader

Description: reader is a journalist.. trying to make a name for herself. Covering the narcos and the state of the world. Reader goes undercover in her alter ego meeting someone who complicates her actual career and life. Fantasies and boundaries are tested and explored.

Tags : smut. Bdsm. Latex. Rope play. Whip. Shoe kink. Papi kink. Daddy kink. Rough sex. P in v. oral on both ends. Fingering in public. Cream pie. Squirt. (And a shit ton of other stuff I forgot. It's just filthy okay. 🫶🏼

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First time writing Javi P and I'm still getting my groove back.. FEEDBACK APPRECIATED.

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The sun tingles on your skin, the echos of music in the distance, and groups of drunk spring breakers. You wanted to do a quick trip to Miami make some extra cash but it's all turned into a cliché you being here.

You yourself are a college student by day, journalist major , but something totally different by night.

When you booked this trip you didn't have in your brain it would be the same week as spring break instead it was entirely different.. Miami is the hot spot for drug trafficking in the states and a pipe line straight to Colombia.

journalism is hard , but journalism as a woman to cover politics and events going on around the world is entirely different.

Right now the big story is Pablo Escobar and the whole world of narcos.

A little birdie may or may not have told you some inside info on people being in town this week and you were here to see what you could find out for yourself.

After a quick tan, you headed back to the condo you rented for the weekend, gathered your things to switch into your alter ego for the evening.

•

You show up to the club, it's in the not so safest area of downtown Miami but it's not your typical strip club. The inside dark, dimly lit by red lighting.. booths all black leather. Different stages throughout the building, hallways the lead to different rooms for different fantasies.

This was a gateway to pleasure, the gateway to live out your deepest secrets, fantasy's , and to just let go of reality and let someone else take charge.

For you this was a way to relive the stress college and work put on you, but it was also a way to gather information because even the strongest, richest deadliest people have fantasy's and typically you will find them lurking in a place like this where no one questions a god damn thing.

You got here early to scope things out, you've worked here before but it's been a few months and putting yourself in this position it's best to stay steps ahead.

You got ready for the evening , you started with a skin tight black latex mini dress with a cut out thong back. the straps with buckles clinging to the curves of your ass. black stiletto boots. Your long hair sleek down past your waist and dark red lips.

You made your rounds looking for customers as well as any familiar faces when you spotted a man at the bar.

tight pants, aviators on, sipping whiskey, talking to every woman the passes by.

Looks like you aren't the only one here to gather information. Javier Peña DEA agent. Your goal tonight was to avoid him, you wanted information just as badly as him if not worse.

You did a few dances, took some customers back to the poison of their choice but so far the birdie lied to you. You have not made any progress on gather information till now.

You walk back out and a whole section has been taken up, tequila bottles being brought, all woman scurrying over because they were the high rollers the ones that spend money.. but they were also associates of the cartel.

You bide your time, that's your specialty. You let the other girls who lean more submissive do their job, your job is to lure in the men or woman that for one night needs to be dominated. That needs to be out of control, needs to get away from reality and be put in another position another life where you dictate what goes on.

Finally one of them walk over to you, you recognize him. He's high up in the cartel, not under Escobar but he definitely has alot of knowledge. "So what's your poison." He looks you up and down. Hyper fixating on your boots, and the rope you have strapped to your garter on your thigh.

You reach into your clutch pulling out a collar with a leash attached to it.. "can mommy put this on you.?" Sí, he responds. Typically you're very good at blocking other things out around you to just focus on the moment with the customer but you notice a set of eyes your direction.

Javi is still surrounded by woman, but he looks bored, or maybe he is just evaluating the situation. whatever you didn't care, either way you just wanted him to stop staring and stay out of your way.

You pull the leash leading the man back to a secluded section. back here there are many things you can get into.

"Kneel"

you demanded as the man got on his knees.. "

"are you going to do what I ask.?"

You pull on the leash making the man wimper.. "sí.. " "sí who..?? Who am I.??"

He didn't answer so you pull the leash , and the man is now on all fours.

you smack the man with the tiny whip you have.. "YES WHO.." "mistress.. Sí mistress, tie me up." The man begging.

"You lack manners."

You hear footsteps coming your direction, but you're sure it's just another worker and a client. you were annoyed once you seen who.

Javi is now in the booth next to where you are. Sitting so he has eyes on you. Either this man is on to you, or the man you have on a leash.

"Because you were a bad boy mistress has to punish you. "Lay down." Man obeys. You caress his cheeks with the leather on your boots, toying with him..

"mistress is gonna step on you now, teach you manners as I am in charge. Next time you think to not call my name you will remember the weight and point of my boots onto your cheek.. the burning pleasure to be pinned to the ground looking up at my thighs begging to touch mistress but you can't."

You hear conversation in the background, javí just told the other girl to leave him because he was bored. But he stayed. Eyes locked in.

You step on the man's face, he cried in a rather contradictory moan, whether it was pain pleasure or both. You look away for a millisecond, Javi sitting legs open, swear you can see the bulge in his pants, smoking a cigarette watching you.

You look back to Javi, licking your lips caressing your own breast.. if he's gonna watch might as well make it worth it. Typically there is where you'd pry for information from customers but how can you do that with a fucking DEA agent right next to you.

Session ends, the man pays you. Invites you back to the house they have, it wasn't much information but it was something.

You clean up your props, and walk over to the bar they have back in this area. You have a brief conversation with the bartender, when the stool next to you becomes occupied.

"Whiskey neat, and whatever mistress is having." Javi smirks at you.

"Oh am I supposed to thank you now, does this work on all woman.?"

"Well considering you are big on manners, maybe you should thank me." Javi says with a sarcastic chuckle.

"And maybe you should see.. uh what's your name? That I demand the manners around here not you."

"I'm Javi, but I think you knew that already..."

"excuse me.?"

"You heard me honey.. who are you.?"

"I am no one you need to worry about, here for that same reasons you are."

"I doubt that baby."

If you doubt that, why don't you cuff me right here.?"

You lean into him. Your lips hovering above his ear.

"So the mistress, is a switch.?" Javi cocks his head.

"Let's just say, I adapt" you take the shot and leave Javi at the bar.

•

The shift ends and you head out for the evening. you exchange your latex, for a pair of bell bottom jeans and a tight black top.

It's late and you are debating on stalking the address that was given to you. You would take anything, even if was the most un useful piece of information. you just wanted to feel that this trip was worth it.

Fumbling with the keys to unlock the condo door , you were startled by a man sitting in the chair outside the door.

"How-"

not saying a word javi stands up, grabbing your throat pulling you into a kiss. Instantly heated.

Nothing behind it besides lust and possibly a common enemy. You reach down and grip javis hard bulge not even being discreet making Javi let out a groan.

"You like that. I can see how har-"

javis hand covers your mouth. "how about you let me in control baby, Open this door so I can fuck you."

You obliged.

Door swings open. Javi pushing you backwards through the condo, leading you to the bedroom. stripping you of every article of clothing every step you took, till you were left in your lace lingerie.

"Jesus Christ." He groans. I need you.

"Then fucking take me."

Javi throws you to your back on to the bed. he doesn't even take your panties off, he rips them in two. He grabs your things pulling you to the edge of the bed.

Javi sheds his pants no underwear under. which was so slutty for a man. And that ignited your want for him more.

As much as you hated to admit it ,since you seen him tonight a part of you wanted this.

He is rock hard, and the biggest cock you have ever seen, and let's face it.. you've seen your fair share.

Javi could see the thoughts by your facial expression.

"What baby, my cock too big..? You dish it but can't take it.?"

"I said fucking take me Javier"

and that's all it took.

No foreplay. No building up for his cock. He lines up with your entrance and shoves the full length if his cock into you.

"Hmmm, were you thinking of this all night, I seen you watching me "Javi said

"Is that why this pussy is so fucking wet. Were you thinking of how big you thought my cock was while you stepped on that piece of shit."

Your body arches and you go to move and Javi pulls you back with another thrust.

"Don't fucking move "he snarls, tell me you won't move. "

"I won't move.."

"say I won't move papi, and I will take your cock like a good girl."

You smirk. He thinks he can pull this off. But he doesn't realize how good at this you are. Say it, he demands. Slamming your cunt over , and over and over.

"Papi ah fuck." You move again.

This is a game to you. This sent Javi overboard. He shoves your legs above your head pining you to the point you can't move even if you wanted too. At this point you can't say anything besides scream.

"Javi Javi fuck I'm gonna cum , please papi."

Javi still has you pinned, his pace hasn't changed just completely running you. Javi grazes over your clit with his thumb, and he had you exactly where he wanted you.

you have came to the conclusion this battle you lost. Damn was he good.

"You wanna cum , baby..?"

"Yes papi I do, please don't make me beg."

"What if that's what I want.? What if I want you to feel what it's like.?" "

"Then make me beg Javier"

you could see it in his eyes when you called him Javier and not Javi. that it did something.

Javi pulled his cock out of you, leaving you feeling completely empty, but his thumb stayed applying pressure to your clit, continuously edging you. He would get you right there and just stop. Javi did it again, looking at you straight in the eyes, as your eyes water begging for a release.

"Javier please, please fuck me, please make me cum, please give me all of your cock, I need it, papi pleas-"

Javi cuts you off by shoving his cock back in you. it took three thrusts for you to see black and be taken over by your orgasm. Javi didn't stop after you came.

"Hmmm so slutty begging for papi to make you cum, but you didn't think I was gonna stop after right..?"

You're unable to speak.

"I'm gonna ruin this tight little pussy, so when you think you're in control.. you remember this, you remember begging for my cock. "Javi is thrusting furiously.

"Mhmmm fuck it's so good baby I won't even lie. I'm close."

"Javier cum for me, wherever you want."

"Wherever "he grunts.

"Oh baby I'm gonna cum in this pussy I'm ruining you."

Javi has his release and he collapsed next to you.

"So you gonna tell me how you found me.?"

"Baby I work for the government it's not hard."

You pass out. when you wake up Javi is gone. All that remains of him is his tie he left.

•

6 months later

You ended up scoring an internship at a tabloid magazine It's a political based. You told the boss about your knowledge on the cartel and events in Miami connecting to Colombia. he told you that you have 3 months to come up with a story that would change the world. All the dirt. On the cartel. On the government. EVERYTHING. He booked you on the next flight out to Colombia.

•

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It's been about a week since you have been here. You ran into a DEA agent yesterday. Steve .. you think that's his name. you ease dropped as steve and his wife had dinner. Siping on your wine, acting oblivious.

Dressed like any other woman alone in here. Then you heard the name ... Javier.

You got the bare minimum, Steve and Javi are partners. Trying to pay attention to the conversation you were interrupted by the ache between your thighs.

remembering that night you shared. That ever since nothing has even came close to what you had with Javi.

You wonder if he knows you are here, how easy it was last time for him to find you.. I mean you have been here for a week already.

Dinner was useless, you go back to your hotel, there's girls out working the corner and you think maybe you go that route. Befriend one of them, maybe get them to introduce you to their pimp, because everything that happens here leads to Escobar.

You gave up for the night. exhaustion sets in and jet lag. Just when you were about to sleep your phone rings.

"Hello"

"hey it's the office, boss said he got you a meeting at the U.S agency in the morning, some DEA agent is willing to speak."

Who you have a name.?"

"No that's all I know, just be there 8:30 am. "Okay got it thank you."

The next morning

You didn't sleep. You laid awake thinking of every possible scenario. Then back to how Javi had you pinned. then back to how the hell you are gonna pull this off.

You pulled on your skirt, button up blouse with your lace bra slightly peaking through.

You arrive to the agency about 10 mins early.

"Miss.."the receptionist says.. "they are ready for you."

"Great , thank you."

You walk back and they lead you to an office. They seat you at two desks pushed together.

"Morning, how are you.?" I'm Steve. He reaches out to shake your hand.

"Good morning, thank you for meeting with me. My boss said he spoke to you.?"

"Yes when I was In Miami I knew him pretty well, he reached out saying he had journalist over here undercover putting something together."

"That's great I really do appreciate it, I'm lowkey I'll stay out of your way, just anything you can tell me before other journalists know would be incredible. I'm really trying to make a name-" you feeeze.

Javi walks in.

"Oh by the way, this is my partner Javier pená. Javi this is a friend of a friend from Miami. "

"Miami.. "Javi trails off with a small chuckle.

"Oh yeah that's right jav, you went there a few months ago.. her boss said she has some inside information about what's going on there, that she was undercover."

"I know. "Javi replies.

You know.? Steve asks confused..

"Javi you didn't.. "

"we did.. hello Javier." You smirk.

•

You leave the embassy, it went well.. well as well as it could.

Steve and Javi seem like they will cooperate with you.

You go to the coffee shop across the street needing the pick me up. You choose to sit in the corner by the window so you can watch outside. But still be discreet.

Javier is outside smoking a cigarette. tight jeans, button up shirt, aviators on and that mustache you just wanna stratal but you won't.

You aren't giving in this time, this is strictly business. Lost in thought your startled by a chair being pulled out.

"What are you exactly doing here." Javi's tone very stern.

"I told you this morning."

"Why didn't you tell me in Miami.?" he questioned.

"Well we didn't exactly do alot of talking, and I just figured you put something together of who I was or you just didn't care... I didn't think I would ever see you again. Or I would even be here."

Javi stars at you, his hands linger under the table, as he touches your thighs moving it up under your skirt.

"No javier. I'm not messing this up, this is strictly business."

You let out a tiny whimper only you and him could hear in this crowded shop.

He continues stopping between your thighs grazing over your panties. Already becoming wet.

"You help me... I help you.." Javi whispers.

Javi moves your panties back sticking two fingers gently in.

"Javi we are in public. Ah-"

"shh baby. No one is paying attention. "

You couldn't believe what was going on. you of all people don't kink shame or judge any situation. But this is different.

He makes you completely submissive.

You are letting this man finger you in a coffee shop.

"Javier "you spoke his name with a light moan.

Finally snapping back to reality you grab his hand shoving it away.

"Goodbye Javier." You left not uttering another word.

•

A few days go by, it's been slow. News on the tv of another bombing, but this one was the most devastating.

Rumors of sending agents back to the states fly around.

You haven't heard too much from Javi, honestly you haven't heard from him at all besides what Steve tells you. one of the girls downstairs mentioned that a girl she knows gives Javi information, which you knew what that meant. oddly it made you so fucking jealous.

It's getting late In the evening and there is a knock at your door. You peep out the peep hole and who it is just infuriated you.

"What the fuck do you want Javier. Shouldn't you be with one of your informants."

You go to turn away from him and he grabs your arm pulling you back to him.

"I'm here aren't I. Javi looks at you with dark eyes.

"Why." You let him come in.

"Because I need something from you."

"You tried this the other day, Javi if you want sex there is tons of woman here, go do that I am busy.. "

javi comes behind you, breath hot on your ear.

"I could have any of them, but that's not what I want.. what I need.." his voice sounding desperate.

"Javi pussy is pussy... just go.."

Javi nibbles your neck leaving you whimpering.

"I need something.."

"Fine Javi, what is it.?"

"I need the mistress."

You turn around fast to look at him, not saying a word, you take off javis tie.

"Okay. Get naked. And don't fucking speak."

•

You strip. You have on a black silk lingerie set. Javi is now naked laying in the middle of the bed. You grabbed some things out of your bag, rope, and the tie Javi left in Miami.

"Are you missing this..?"

You trail it down his body, chest, to stomach to across his cock.

Javi reaches to touch your ass.

"did I tell you that you you'll touch me." You smack his hand.

" No", he replies. Breath shakey.

"No who.?"

"No mistress.."

"good boy,i have to punish you okay. You disobeyed me.

"Okay mistress."

"Good.. hand above your head."

You take javis hands, bound them together with one of his ties. You tie him to the mental bed frame.

"Do you know how many times, I've touched myself with your tie, wishing I could grind my pussy on you how I was on the tie does it feel good knowing you make me weak."

Javi groans.. hips bucking..

"This is really my punish-"

you smack him across the face.

"Once again did I say you could fucking speak.?"

Javis eyes dark, with need, for lust, for control.

"It's killing you isn't it, to be in the other end.. but this is why you asked for right.. tell me.."

"it is mistress.." Javi breathless, unable to speak more than that.

"good boy.."

you start kissing him. Working your way, down his jaw to his neck down his body, to the tip of his cock.

Javi groans.

"You utter a word.."

"or what.." Javi manages to speak.

you crawl up his body positioning his face between your thighs.

"Shut the fuck up and let me fuck your face, like I fucked your tie. My pussy is the only thing your mouth is good for."

You plop your self down on Javi pulling your panties aside meeting his warm hungry tongue, swirling over your clit, sucking licking flicking every sensitive spot like his life depends on it, which it kinda did.

you rock your hips, you both meeting a rhythm, when it took over you. Grinding on his mustache lost on the lust and the feeling of control.

He's addictive.

You feel your release building but you can't give in, you need to drag this out.

" I've thought about this all day, riding your mustache , coving it in my squirt."

Javi curses under his breath.

" I heard that."

He moans continues devoring your pussy. "Fuck Javier"

he groans again.

As you feel yourself leak all on him, you pull your self down to taste yourself on his mouth.. he's kissing you with such need, such want. You can still feel his body language that he craves being in control that he needs to let that go.

"Mistress.." Javi shakily says between kisses.

"You redeemed yourself, Javier.. but we aren't quite finished."

You move between his thighs, you grab his cock stroking it, twitching with every little move. It was so hard that it looked almost painful. You put his cock in your mouth no warning and the most animal like moan left this man's body. You bob your head up and down, shoving it in your throat as far as you can. Gagging on it covering him in your spit.

You gently squeeze on his balls and his whole body twitches.

"Javier you are holding out on me, fucking let go."

Javi groans. "Mistress, I need you. Please."

"Please what Javier"

"God damn it woman, I need you to fuck me I've had a shitty-"

You cock your head.

"And who is in fucking control.? I am. I'll fuck you when I want to fuck you.. you asked for this."

And that's when it hits you. You want to submit to him so bad and just make his day better, but maybe in a way he needs this as a lesson. You need to stay strong. Because as bad as he wants you to fuck him you want to fuck him more.

"You want me to fuck you huh..? Okay fine."

You climb on top of Javi, sliding his cock inside your wetness. You bounce up and down taking every single inch. your ass slapping against his thighs. You lean back to a slight arch to take him even deeper and to an angle that hits your clit slightly. Lost completely on riding him you were taken by completely surprise when a hand was now wrapped around your throat.

Javi has untied the bound. This man is insane.

"Javier" you moan.

Javi grips your throat tighter.

"You are a switch.. I knew it." He growls.

"Only for you..."

Javi reaches up cupping your cheek as you continue to ride him. His thumb brushes your lips and you gently suck on it. You feel yourself tighten around him.

"Fucking tight, clenching all around my cock."

"Javier.. fuck- oh my- "

"Say the words baby..."

You knew exactly the words he needed, wanted to hear.

"Fuck me Javier" "fuck me papi."

Javi growled picking you up. Flipping you on to your back. Not wasting anytime Javi pumped inside you, every thrust kissing your cervix.

"I haven't stopped thinking about you.. that attitude.. the whimpers when your pussy clinches on my cock. Months it's been on my mind." Javi grunts slamming his cock in and out.

"Javier- mhmmm-"

"That cock feels good doesn't it baby, you and I we are one and the same.. craving control but losing it at the same time."

Something about him slamming his cock in you but saying these things were pulling you to the edge, there is something here, something you don't know if either one of you would explore but for now this is what it was.

Javi looks down at you, his face inches from yours. You gave in to your intrusive thoughts, hands in his hair pulling him into your kiss. Javi gives in, moving one of your legs to wrap around him keeping him as close you you as possible, this kiss was different. Still hungry but in a different way.

"Javier I-" you let out a loud moan as Javi circles your clit sending you over the edge.

"I know baby-" Javi grunts and you feel him spill inside you.

Javi collapses on you, and you get Deja vu.

"Are you gonna leave me again." You ask

"I don't think I can this time. I don't think I can leave you ever again." Javi sighs.

"In what world Javier does this work.?"

"The world where we only submit to one another and that's this one."

[secndbest]

REEVE'S AWARENESS OF HIS CHAPTER'S vice president was tangential at best, their lives always in the periphery of the other's but never fully crossing. any interaction they did have tended to be superficial, centered only on frat dealings or their mutual friendship with luke and never leaving that specific bubble. this was in part because reeve didn't really care to learn much about kingston, but also because kingston didn't seem like he had much to learn about. his life was just too perfectly curated, the exact blend of ordinary and extraordinary to make it so he never stood out, but was never questioned either. it kept reeve from getting curious ( read : suspicious ), though it also kept the two of them from talking about anything personal— anything real.

maybe tonight would be the night that finally changed.

taking the bottle from kingston, reeve scoffed, ❝ please. from what i saw, you're going to be too busy to carry anyone anywhere. not unless that person happens to be isla wardwell. ❞ the moment he said isla's name, he reached up, tapping the cap of the bottle against kingston's forehead. while he hadn't seen most of their conversation on the couch, he'd seen enough. ❝ you can thank me for inviting her at any point by the way. ❞

LOCATION: the kitchen FOR: @secndbest

His social battery was running low. It really hadn't taken long, Marcus Kingston had never enjoyed parties the way his brother had. The novelty of big crowds and loud music was lost on him, the kind of guy who would rather be alone in his room with a book of Sudoku and dimmed lighting. But that wasn't the future he had signed up for, and it was a lifetime commitment now. Hiding out in the kitchen while everyone else seemed to be making out in the living room or laughing outside, weary eyes turned at the sound of footsteps, snapping back into his personality before Reeve could notice anything was off. He liked to think he'd gotten pretty good at it by now. ❝ Hey, man, ❞ he greeted him, taking a step backwards to grab a water bottle, holding it out to his . . . friend? ❝ Stay hydrated. I don't want to be carrying none of your asses back to your rooms tonight when y'all can't hang. ❞ But he would ; he knew what it was like when someone didn't get home safely.

[karasukarei]

Wind Breaker - Character Q&A

By some happy accident I chanced upon these! In 2023, the official twitter account posted these, similar to the ones for the anime (but unvoiced). From what I can see the Q&As seem randomised and not all characters will answer the question, so I'll just compile them here by character.

As always, feel free to let me know if there are any mistakes, or if I've missed out on any!

Sakura Haruka

What's your favourite food? - O-omurice.

What's your favourite vegetable? - None. I don't like vegetables. (t/n: we can shake on that 🤝)

What's your favourite season? - Spring. There's a nice smell.

What's your favourite animal? - The lion. It's the king of beasts. (Edit: in the original translation, he used "teppen" so the literal translation is "top of all the beasts", but I felt it didn't really come across as well as "king of beasts")

How do you destress? - I immediately go and sleep.

Nirei Akihiko

What's your favourite food? - I like gummies!

What's your favourite vegetable? - I like crunchy vegetables with a good texture!

What's your favourite season? - Autumn. I like that it's easy to dress fashionably!

Suo Hayato

What's your favourite season? - Winter. I like the snow. (t/n: ME TOO I LOVE SNOW)

What's your favourite vegetable? - Probably the kind of ginseng that shines with light that grows deep within China. (t/n: the mini comic in the corner is Sakura asking if such a thing is real, and Suo saying he's joking)

How do you destress? - I don't get stressed. (t/n: LIAR)

Sugishita Kyoutarou

What's your favourite vegetable? - The vegetables Umemiya-san makes.

What's your favourite season? - All. Because Umemiya-san said the same...

Kiryuu Mitsuki

What's your favourite animal? - The giraffe. I like its pattern.

What's your favourite season? - Winter. There's lots of year end events in games and it's really fun~ (t/n: understandable sir have a good day)

Tsugeura Taiga

What's your favourite vegetable? - The only choice is broccoli! It's full of protein

What's your favourite season? - Summer! You get to see lots of muscles!

Kaji Ren

How do you destress? - Run with all my might.

What's your favourite season? - Spring and autum. It's neither too hot nor too cold.

Umemiya Hajime

What's your favourite vegetable? - I love vegetables! All of them! (t/n: the "I love" is IN ENGLISH SASUGA UME-CHAN WHO IS GOOD AT ENGLISH)

What's your favourite season? - All! Each one has its own perks. (t/n: SASUGA UME-CHAN YOU'RE REALLY AN ALL LOVING GRACIOUS WONDERFUL SAINT)

Tsubakino Tasuku

What's your favourite season? - Winter! The clothes on sale in winter are cute!

What's your favourite animal? - The peacock. It's just so flashy and pretty

Tomiyama Choji

What's your favourite animal? - The elephant! Cos they're big!

What's your favourite season? - Spring! It feels pretty exciting!

Togame Jo

What's your favourite animal? - The capybara. It's great that it does things at its own pace. (t/n: ISN'T THAT JUST CHOJI BUT CHILL OMG THIS IS SO CUTE)

What's your favourite season? - Summer. There are lots of festivals and it's fun.

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @corrodedcoffinfest Somewhere Over the Rainbow pop-up event.

paint the town blue

Prompt: Blue | Song: Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince by Taylor Swift | Word Count: 2249 | Rating: M | POV: Gareth | Relationship(s): Gareth & Corroded Coffin, Gareth/OC | CW: Recreational Alcohol Consumption | Tags: Post S4, Corroded Coffin On The Road, Trying to Make It, When Everything Falls Into Place at Once

we’re so sad, we paint the town blue

"Where're we going?" Gareth asks, grabbing his jacket off the chair in the motel room. He didn't think they had plans to go out tonight. Goodie doesn't answer, just stands there holding open the door. Waiting. Gareth follows him, plan or no plan. He'll always follow. Eddie, then Jeff, and then begrudgingly Goodie. Gareth dealt into last position. That's just the hierarchy that's been so hard to shake free from, even now, high school long over.

They're supposedly on even footing, each with an equal share of the pie and the decision making.

It sounds great in theory. It hardly ever happens in practice.

Tonight, he hadn't planned on going anywhere. He was just gonna mope around the motel room. Their record deal is falling through. It was so close, and now it's slipping through their fingers. Gareth can feel it. They can all feel it, and there's not a damn thing they can do to stop it.

Conversations have halted, contact dropping off, being met with radio silence instead. They all know what that means.

It was a tenuous agreement at best, but they really got their hopes up this time. If it does evaporate into thin air, if the dangling carrot is pulled completely out of their grasp, Gareth's not sure they'll be able to stay on the road. It was kind of make it or break it time.

He thinks they're gonna break it. Three years is a long time with nothing to show for it other than extra miles on the van and their bodies.

The idling van is parked outside of the room now, Eddie in the passenger seat, cigarette dangling out of the open window. Jeff behind the wheel. Waiting. 

"Where are we going?" Gareth asks, slumping into his seat. The worst one. The one with the spring that pokes him in the ass.

"Food, fun, fuzzy navels," Eddie deadpans, taking a drag off his cigarette before exhaling a cloud of smoke out into the night air.

Gareth laughs. Yeah, okay. 

A couple pizzas later, Jeff pulls into a strip mall, and up to…an arcade? That's the plan? That's how they're gonna mope? Like they're back in middle school? 

Well, fine. They've done way dumber shit while wasting money, he's for damn certain.

The place is dead. Truly, spectacularly dead. That's okay. That means they'll have full run of the place, and they slide dollars into the bill breaker, waiting for it to spit out quarters in exchange.

Armed with a handful of quarters, they all take up residence at Skee-Ball. Maybe if they get enough tickets between them they'll be able to buy a record contract with them. Gareth laughs to himself, and Goodie looks over at him, questioning. Gareth just shakes his head. It's too stupid to share.

Jeff's winning by the trail of tickets coming out of his machine. Eddie throws too hard, the balls are just as likely to bounce back down the lane as they are to land in one of the designated cups.

A group of girls come in later, and they're loud. Giggling, and in the empty place, they stand out. Gareth turns to look. They're older than he expected. He was imagining middle schoolers, but these are women. Maybe their age, or older. One is wearing a bride to be sash.

Bachelorette party. 

Normally he'd be more excited about that, but they are wallowing tonight. Not chasing women.

Gareth feels eyes on him. He turns and looks, thinking someone is waiting for their turn. But there are open lanes right next to him, so it's probably not that.

It's one of the women from the bachelorette party. She's cute. And smiling. At him. He smiles back before darting his eyes away, back to the lane in front of him. He feels his cheeks flushing.

He figures that'll be it, but she takes a step closer, getting shoulder to shoulder with him, "You seem good at this. Wanna teach me how you do it?"

Gareth nods, even if he feels his heart jackhammering in his chest. 

She's out of his league, and he can't imagine why she's chosen him to flirt with. Eddie's right down there. Everybody loves Eddie, he draws people in like a magnet. Women, men, everybody without even trying.

But not her. She approached Gareth. He doesn't know why, and by the look on Goodie's face he doesn't know either.

Gareth still takes a step back, letting her step in front of him at his lane. He reaches into his pocket for another quarter, and realizes he's out. He doesn't want to leave to get more.

Goodie is still spying on him, and Gareth holds out his hand. Goodie rolls his eyes, but hands over what he has. Gareth will pay him back later, with interest, he's sure.

With her standing in front of him, he runs his hand down her forearm, covering her hand that clutches the ball. Guiding her to pull it backwards, and then they let it go together.

It's bad. Terrible, really, but she laughs.

Goodie is witnessing this, and Gareth widens his eyes, giving a little smirk. Like, can you believe this is happening?

Because Gareth can't.

Clearly, Goodie can't either, because Gareth sees him nudge Jeff, making sure he doesn't miss out on how in over his head Gareth is right now.

Lesson over, she's planted herself at the lane next to his, clearly settling in to give him a run for his money. Her teach me how to play schtick was bullshit, but he doesn't mind. Not at all. He got to touch her arm, and smell her hair as she stood far too close.

Her friends are loud, and very vocal that they're ready to move onto the next stop on their night. She seems reluctant to leave. 

Gareth yanks his bunch of tickets from the machine, and she pulls hers too, pooling them all together as they walk over to the prize booth. She picks out a truly ugly stuffed animal, so hard, so cheap that whatever it's filled with squeaks as she takes possession of it.

She smiles, and she's definitely injected a glimmer of sunshine into this gloomy day where anything good has seemed impossible.

Her friends are leaving, with or without her, and she reaches up and kisses his cheek. Sliding a slip of paper into his hand. He grins, squeezing it. He's not local. He's not even sure what city, what state, they're even in tonight. Jeff drives. He sleeps. They play a gig and do it all over again. It all runs together.

But he takes it. He'll call. Nothing will come of it, but he'll call. 

The food and fun portions of the night over, they've moved on, too. And as promised, Eddie has pilfered a tray from the bar they landed in, carrying four fuzzy navels and eight shots of vodka. 

Fuck. He was serious. 

They each take one shot. Then another.

Settling back into their chairs, the fuzzy navels sit in front of them at the table. Nobody rushing to down them. Eddie always has to be so theatrical.

"We're fucked," Jeff says, the shots loosening his tongue, and if Jeff thinks so, well. Fuck. They're in real trouble.

"Yeah," Eddie agrees, not having the energy to try to hype them up out of this pit of despair either, apparently. If this contract falls through Gareth doesn't know what they'll do. Crawl home to Hawkins, he supposes.

"They haven't said no," Goodie counters, and they all turn towards him. If he's the one being their voice of optimism, they are totally, sincerely, screwed.

"They're gonna," Gareth answers, "I really thought this was it."

Everybody nods. They all thought that. He's not alone there.

They were so close, the closest they've ever been. It wasn't gonna be a big break, he knew that, but it was gonna be a little one. An important one to get their foot in the door. 

And now he feels that door slamming shut in their faces.

"Hey!" Gareth hears, and before he can even get his head turned, he's got a lapful of familiar Skee-Ball bridesmaid. He didn't even get her name earlier.

She straddles his thighs, and he instinctively leans back. This is. It's. Well, it's unusual. It's not that he never picks up women, he does, it's just never this easy. She's throwing herself at him, and he doesn't fully understand why.

"Hi," he says, not sure what to do with his hands. 

She scoots closer, moving even further up his thighs, pulling herself nearly flush with his chest. He finally moves, resting a hand on her waist.

His cock is hard, trapped in his jeans and pressing against her. He knows she feels it. It'd be embarrassing if she wasn't minutely rolling her hips against him, grinding down, well aware of what she's doing to him in public. 

"Wanna get out of here?" she asks, leaning close to Gareth's ear. Gareth nods. The guys will have to continue painting the town blue without him. They can all resume their pity party tomorrow.

Tonight, he's getting laid.

She slides off his lap, and he stands, trying to stealthily adjust his dick in his jeans, but Goodie grabs his wrist. Holding him hostage as he digs through his jacket pocket. Goodie finally pulls out a strip of condoms, and Gareth wants to kill him.

"We got enough problems, don't add more," he says, shoving them into Gareth's chest. Released from his grasp, Gareth takes them from him. Putting them in his jacket pocket.

She's waiting by the door, grinning, and he hurries to catch up.

The next morning, Gareth is the last out of the motel room. It was a long night. A goddamn great one. But long.

"I'm gonna marry her," he says, piling into the van, throwing his bag towards the only open space left. He doesn't even mind the errant spring digging into his thigh this morning. Nothing can ruin his good mood. Not even Goodie.

"You can't marry the first girl you fuck," Goodie says, and Gareth slugs him, laughing. She wasn't his first. Goodie knows that. He's just being an asshole.

Jeff pulls out onto the highway.

"Goodbye, Des Moines," Gareth says, "you were good to me."

"Omaha," Jeff says.

"What?" Gareth asks.

"We're in Omaha. Des Moines is tonight. You're living in the future."

"Oh," Gareth says, "well, I knew we were somewhere in the middle."

Goodie laughs, but passes Gareth the pizza box with last night's leftovers. They're eating on the road this morning. They've all clearly decided to keep on trucking. Acting like things are fine, normal. And maybe it will be. Maybe the label will send them an offer.

Maybe they won't. 

Tonight, they'll play another gig in another bar, in Des Moines, and that's something they can do. Something they're good at.

After checking in at the next motel, they call home to get their messages. They never have messages. But they always check, anyway. Just in case.

Today though, Mama Jones had two to pass along to them. The first, from Di. And Mama Jones couldn't help teasing her son. It's the first time he's ever given out his home number to a girl. 

The second, though. The second is from the label. Now, they anxiously stand around the front desk of the motel, waiting for a fax. Once it's in their hands, it's not an offer, but the door isn't totally closed either. It's notes. Conditions. About the singing on the demo. They like one, but not the other, and Gareth is worried this is gonna be a big problem. Eddie and Jeff have always split the front man spotlight. You write it? You sing it. That's the Corroded Coffin way, an unwritten agreement.

And now if they want to sign this deal, one of them is gonna have to take a big step back. 

"It's fine," Jeff reassures.

"It's racist," Eddie snaps. "We'll find another label."

They won't. At least not fast enough. They all know that.

"Eddie, just. Stop. Let's make a decision that's the best for all of us," Jeff counters, and Gareth agrees. If they can get their foot in the door, get off the ground, then they'll be more able to do anything they want, later. 

"Fine," Eddie agrees, "we'll call them."

It's not racism. Turns out, they like Jeff, not Eddie. 

Gareth is kind of scared Eddie's gonna explode now that the tide has turned against him. He's a hothead, they all know that, but he takes it better than any of them could have ever predicted.

"That's good, now I can focus on the guitar. Get really good. Get my name in the mix on one of those best of all time lists," Eddie teases, like that was his plan all along. 

If he's okay with it, well, they're all okay with it, too.

They'll sign on the dotted line. 

When he calls to tell Di, she says she's counting the days, the miles, to see him again. 

Gareth feels the same damn way. His luck has changed, the tides turning. He's not sure where any of it is gonna lead, if anywhere at all, but he's ready to let things play out. 

He's got a record contract, and he's not really sure how, but he's pretty sure he's also got a girlfriend.

All in all, not a bad twenty-four hours.

And if you want to write your own, or see more entries in this pop-up, check out @corrodedcoffinfest to see other entries for the Somewhere Over the Rainbow popup event!

[intheticklecloset]

🍋 Special Menu Item: Lemonades! 🍋

Available for a limited time!

Hey everyone! The time has come once again for my Lemonades event! I had so much fun doing it last year I decided I wanted to do it again! There are new prompts and a few caveats for this event, so please read carefully!

Choose ONE of the following types of Lemonades:

🫐 Blueberry - Playful tickles

🍓 Strawberry - Flirty tickles

🍊 Orange - Light tickles

🍉 Watermelon - Rough tickles

And ONE of the following prompts below:

🥵 It's hot outside (so let's stay inside)

🌸 Going to the park

🔍 Scavenger hunt/looking for something

🎈 Water balloon fight

🧊 Cooling off

🌧️ Summer rain

🇯🇵 Japanese summer holidays

🎲 Game night

✍️ Custom - choose your own spring/summer prompt!

This event will run from today until Sunday, March 23 at 5 PM PST! Now, for a few technical details:

Limit 4 prompts per person

I've included my fandoms below for easy reference, but as always, PLEASE check my complete Fandoms List for my character restrictions and whatnot. Any request sent in that does not adhere to my restriction guidelines will be deleted instead of declined.

The fandoms below marked ** indicate LIMITED request slots due to high demand. Once these have been filled, I'll let you know. Any further requests for the fandom after closing will be deleted, not declined.

I'm going to be picky about BSD prompts this event; please be aware of that if you want to request for that fandom.

Haikyuu is a LIMITED TIME fandom with extra restrictions. Please see my complete Fandoms List for details.

Fandoms:

Big Windup

Black Clover

Blue Lock**

Bungo Stray Dogs**

Dr. Stone

Fire Force

Haikyuu**

My Hero Academia**

Play It Cool, Guys

Sasaki and Miyano

Seraph of the End

Wind Breaker

I think that's about it! Lemonades are open starting NOW! I can't wait to see what requests you have in store this time around! 💖

Lemonade orders will start coming out next week on Monday, March 17! 🍋

[secndbest]

EACH WORD OF PRAISE WAS ANOTHER slash across reeve's skin, every play at humility another drop of poison in a freshly opened wound. the worst part ? none of it was surprising. it didn't matter that reeve worked his ass off over the last two weeks getting the party together, spending hours upon hours workshopping theme ideas and playlists and suffering through eliza's 'contributions' all because he wanted the night to go off without a hitch. it didn't matter that luke's only real contribution was the flash of a black card the night before, when one of their junior members spilled a beer all over the stereo and forced them to replace it last minute. beyond that, luke spent the last two weeks jerking off who knew where—— certainly not anywhere near the party planning. none of that mattered, though. not when luke sinclair was u-dubs own personal jesus-fucking-christ, turning water into wine and lead into gold. if something on campus was good, it was only because luke had made it good. god forbid anybody else get any of the credit.

really, the only actually surprising part of any of this was that reeve thought, if just for a moment, that this time might be different.

beside the golden boy, he does his best to drown out the gaggle of fans, fingers absently fiddling with the white gold hoop in his freshly pierced ear as his gaze stuck stubbornly on a fixed point on the opposite side of the room. it's only when a pair of baby blues come into view and a steady arm falls over his shoulders that he's pulled from his internalized spiral of self-pity. a blink-and-you-miss-it moment has him meeting luke's praise with a flash of ire, swiftly replaced by a grateful smile and a swell of pride in his chest. it was ultimately better for everyone that he just accept the situation as it was— as it always would be. besides, the unfortunate truth was that luke's praise meant more to reeve than the praise of half the people at that damn party combined.

( the doubly unfortunate truth was that he suspected luke knew that too, going so far as to wonder sometimes if that was partly why he took all the credit to begin with. to create an artificial scarcity that only he could fill. in the rare moments reeve decided to be honest with himself, he wondered if that was why he let him get away with it. )

❝ you know i have a strict no spoilers policy, sinclair, ❞ reeve snorted, freeing himself from luke's hold as he made to stand from his seat and turn around. ❝ but— i might have an early showing. that is, if you think your adoring public won't miss you too much ? ❞ a brow arched, something bordering on a challenge in his words as he looked down at luke from this higher vantage point. after a beat, he held out a hand, ready to help the other man up should he choose to take him up on the offer.

CLOSED , @secndbest .

' yo , this party fucks ! '

' hell ya . shit's —— epic ! '

' luke , man , you're a legend . '

a thousand and one compliments rained down upon the golden boy , showering him in glory and feeding the perpetual hunger of a greedy ego . despite the darkness which fell outside , neon lights and the fractured reflection of copious amounts of glitter bounced off of ivory canines . the muscles in his jaw ached from hours of smiling .

a hand clapped against the back of his most recent admirer , followed by a casual shrug — as if to say ' its no big deal , really ' . a subtle act of humility to offset the growing pride swelled within a puffed chest . as the individual melted back into the shadow's and , luke twisted , his ice blue eyes falling to reeve . lips pressed together , offering a softer smile . one without fangs . a coy simper . " it is a great party . our best yet . "

luke's toned , sun-kissed arm fell over the other's broad shoulders before leaning in — to be heard over the music without being heard by everyone . a whisper of praise for reeve's ears alone . it was luke's party after all ( alpha delta's fearless leader ) , even if he hadn't planned it . still . . . " couldn't have done it without you . i mean — shit — how'd you pull this off ? . . . any other surprises up those sleeves ? "

[secndbest]

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : closed for @kcdysb​ 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 : alpha delta phi fraternity lounge room

CUTTING THROUGH THE LOUNGE ON his way to the pool from the dance floor, reeve stopped suddenly and, to be honest, not entirely sure why. sure, this was maybe the first time he’d ever seen kody suzuki-braun alone, with no thomas in front of her and no milo hanging off her back, but it wasn’t like she was of any particular interest to him. she was just the girlfriend of someone he happened to know, little more than a topic for playful banter whenever thomas was around, and locker room style consideration whenever thomas was decisively not. nevertheless, he does stop, specks of glitter scattering to the floor as he tossed a quick finger to the painting he'd caught her looking at. ❝ arreguin, right ? ❞ reeve asked, genuinely unsure. they'd received the piece a few weeks before— something about end of life care and paying respects to an old friend— but reeve didn’t know much about it. he just recognized the style from pieces in the art building. ❝ someone told me there’s supposed to be a bunch of faces in it, but i don’t really see them. just a lot of spirals. ❞ said spirals being incredibly dizzying to look at, amped up on a cocktail of booze and party drugs as he was. he turned to look at her instead, brow raised. ❝ what about you ? tommy mentioned you're an artist, so what do your artist eyes see ? ❞

[vero1shere]

spring breakers! chapter three

pairing: roman roy x fem!oc

word count: 3.4k

summary: Marla Carranza, despite being a board member, hasn't talked to the Roys in years. This changes the minute a very desperate Kendall Roy calls her.

warnings: more sexual comments, foul language, there's one joke about incest, logan roy!

a/n: i must say this work is mainly self-indulging but i''m also happy some ppl are reading this!!!!! if anyone's read king lear, i just wanted to add i based marla on edmund (aka my fav character) who is basically in this weird love triangle with the two sisters, so that WILL translate into marla's character. maybe not necessarily in a romantic way with kendall (could be, idrk rn) but mainly in how she's literally playing both sides with both brothers.

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The boardroom was already tense when Marla arrived, its heavy oak doors swallowing the murmurs of Waystar’s elite like a judge’s gavel calling court to order. The air had that thick, charged quality—anticipation laced with just a touch of dread. It smelled of expensive cologne, stale coffee, and the underlying rot of old money in crisis.

She stepped inside, deliberate and silent, the click of her heels muffled by the plush carpeting. Eyes flicked toward her but didn’t linger. She was not the main event. Not today. That honor belonged to Kendall, except, of course, he wasn’t fucking here.

Marla stood in the hallway outside the boardroom, arms crossed, watching as Gerri pressed her phone tighter against her ear. The older woman’s face was a mask of forced calm, but Marla caught the way her fingers drummed impatiently against the side of her blazer.

“Gerri. Can you hear me?” Kendall’s voice crackled through the speaker, cutting in and out. “Hey, where are you? Listen, I’m... I’m almost there. The traffic stopped. I need you to stall.”

Marla exhaled sharply, shifting her weight onto one foot. Stall? Logan was already in there, and she knew damn well he wasn’t going to wait around for his son to show up and stab him in the throat.

“What? What’s that? Bad connection,” Gerri muttered. She glanced at Marla and Roman, exasperated. “Kendall, I can’t hear you.”

“I’m in a tunnel. OK? Stall.”

And then—silence.

Gerri stared at her phone for half a second before muttering, “Fuck.”

Marla barely had time to process before Roman let out a sharp, amused breath beside her. “Wow. Amazing job, Ken. ‘I’m in a tunnel?’ What, is he driving in from the fucking underworld?”

Marla ignored him, turning to Gerri. “What now?”

Gerri pinched the bridge of her nose. “We go in. And we don’t make it look like we’re scrambling.”

Marla rolled her shoulders back, adjusting her blazer. Kendall needed time, and she wasn’t exactly in the business of defending dumbass rich boys, but she wasn’t about to let Logan steamroll this before it even started.

Roman smirked at her, watching her straighten up. “Aw, look at you. Actually trying to save your little buddy’s coup attempt.”

“Somebody has to,” Marla shot back, already walking toward the boardroom doors.

Behind her, Roman chuckled. “Oh, this is gonna be fun.”

Marla slid into a seat at the far end of the table, a safe distance from Roman, but unfortunately not far enough from Logan’s eyeline. She felt his gaze skim over her, sharp and assessing, but he said nothing, yet.

Stewy sat down beside her, catching Marla’s eye and giving her the faintest nod. At least one person here wasn’t openly hostile.

Frank cleared his throat. “Uh, I... I just got word. I think Kendall will be a few minutes late.”

Marla stayed still, barely breathing. Logan, seated at the head of the table, didn’t react at first, just stared at Frank like he’d spoken in a foreign language.

Frank hesitated. “Request for a late start?”

“No!” Logan barked.

Frank flinched. “No?”

“He can catch up,” Logan said, waving a hand. “Fuck that! Where is he?”

Frank cleared his throat. “Stuck in traffic. That’s all I know”

“Okay, come on, come on, let’s go. Let’s go.” He clapped his hands together, impatient. 

“It’s twelve noon, and I’d like to call the meeting of Waystar Royco to order.” Frank straightened his papers. “Roll call.”

Roman made a face. “Roll call?”

Logan scoffed. “We’ve never done roll call.”

Frank ignored them. “We’re doing it today.”

“Why?” Logan asked.

“Because that’s how we do it,” Frank muttered.

Marla caught the way Logan tilted his head, he surprisingly still hadn’t caught on to what was about to happen. 

Frank pressed on. “Logan Roy.”

Logan spread his hands. “Yeah.”

Frank continued. “Frank Vernon, present.”

“Kendall Roy. Absent, Roman Roy.”

“Yo,” Roman said, popping the ‘o.’

“Ewan Roy, absent. Marla Carranza”

“Here”

“That’s a fucking surprise.” Logan’s mutters were still loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. 

And so Frank continued on with the roll call, realising that there was not much stalling left that could be done. 

He set the papers down. “Mr. Chairman, we have a quorum. So,” he said lazily, “everybody has a copy of the agenda and the minutes of the last meeting. Is that right?”

A quiet chorus of yeses followed.

“Do any of you have any questions that have come to you immediately after looking at them?” Frank asked, glancing around. “I know that I—I have a few thoughts we might have to take a look at.”

“What thoughts?” Logan asked, raising a brow.

“Just wait a second, and I’ll get to it.”

Marla glanced sideways as Gerri checked her phone again. The same tight, contained expression.

Still no fucking Kendall.

As Frank was about to move forward, the conference room doors swung open with a slow, deliberate creak.

Every head turned.

Ewan Roy stood in the doorway, adjusting his coat like he had all the time in the world. Behind him, a stunned assistant hovered awkwardly, half-gesturing toward the entrance, clearly having failed to stop him from walking in unannounced.

Marla caught the flicker of surprise in Logan’s eyes, very brief, but there.

He was starting to realise something was going on.

Ewan gave the room a disapproving once-over before speaking.

“Well… you just can’t keep away, huh?” Logan finally broke the silence, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

Ewan sniffed. “Thought maybe I’d show up for once. Watch the fun.”

Marla glanced at Roman, who leaned back in his seat, whispering a barely audible “Jesus” under his breath as he stood up to receive a call from whom she could only assume was Kendall.

Marla hadn’t been to board meeting in years but she was still aware that this was a fucking shitshow. 

Frank’s eyes narrowed. “So, let’s move along to item 3.1.”

“Mm-hmm? Uh, what’s ‘Performance issues?’” Logan frowned. “Sounds fucking vague. And why is it so high on the fuckin’ hit parade?”

Logan’s frown deepened. “What is this?”

Marla braced herself.

“What the f**k is this?”

“I think Kendall wants to make a comment.” 

Through the speaker, Kendall’s voice came in, slightly distorted but unmistakably tense.

“Hey, guys. Can you hear me? I apologize. I will be there shortly.”

Logan tapped his fingers against the table again, but this time, it wasn’t amusement. It was irritation.

“Where are we at?” Kendall asked.

Frank hesitated. “We are at your item. Performance issues.”

Silence.

Marla gripped her pen. Come on, Ken. Say it.

A siren wailed faintly in the background.

“You want us to wait?”

Logan tilted his head, eyes sharp. “F**k that. We’re movin’ on.”

Another pause. Then—Kendall’s voice, firm.

“No, no. It’s okay. I can do this.”

Marla exhaled slowly, pulse picking up.

This is happening.

“…every day he refuses to retire, he is one day closer to destroying his own legacy.”

The air in the boardroom felt thick, pressing in like a held breath. Across from her, Ewan scoffed, tearing at his croissant with deliberate disinterest. Marla could hear the flake of pastry crackling between his fingers, a sound almost as loud as the silence in the room.

Logan leaned forward, his voice sharp despite the gravel in it. “Speak up. Can’t hear.”

Kendall’s voice returned, stronger.

“He took on levels of debt that threatened the very existence of our firm. He’s lining up dead-weight acquisitions in a sector he has a historic regard for but which are non-growth areas. If he pursues the full breadth of his megalomaniacal vision, we will end up with years of political conflict with the FCC, executive, legislative, and judicial branches of government. He is making decisions for a future that he no longer understands. He’s gambling our last dollars at the track on a horse that’s ready for the glue factory. And I am calling for a vote of no confidence in him as CEO and Chairman.”

Silence.

Frank cleared his throat, shifting in his chair. “Logan, since you’re the subject of the vote, you need to recuse yourself.”

Logan let out a sharp breath through his nose, shaking his head. “Bullshit. No.”

Frank hesitated. “That’s… not how this works.”

“Fuck you. I built this place,” Logan snapped. “If you want to stab me in the back, you’ll do it to my face.”

Ewan whistled lowly, amused.

“You don’t get to vote, and you don’t get to comment,” Frank said, steadier now. “Really, you should leave the room.”

Logan’s gaze cut through him like a blade.

“I’m sick,” he muttered. “Can’t move. Fuck that. Vote.”

Frank exhaled sharply, but he let it go. “Alright. All in favor of the vote of no confidence in Logan Roy?”

Kendall’s voice didn’t waver. “Me. My hand is raised. More in sorrow than in anger.”

Logan scoffed, low and derisive. “No shit, Judas.”

Frank’s hand went up. Then Asha. Then Ilona, her voice cutting through on speakerphone.

Marla felt Logan’s stare before she met it. That gaze piercing, amused, waiting.

She had made her choice long before stepping into this room, but somehow, lifting her hand felt heavier than expected.

Still, she did.

Logan exhaled, the sound almost like a chuckle.

Marla didn’t dare look at Roman, but she noticed the way he tensed through her peripheral vision. It was like he wanted to nudge her, like he was about to say something but thought better of it.

Stewy surprisingly abstained. Marla thought him and Kendall were close, at the very least friends, so she made a mental note to ask Stewy about his vote later. Datu voted for Logan.

Four for. Four against.

Kendall’s voice was tight now. “Lawrence?”

Lawrence didn’t even hesitate. “I abstain.”

Marla felt it before Kendall did. The loss settling in, slow and suffocating.

And then, it was Roman.

Marla turned her head slightly, catching him in the corner of her vision. He was leaning back, trying to look unaffected, but his knee bounced under the table.

“Roman?” Kendall’s voice crackled through the Polycom.

Marla saw the flicker of hesitation in Roman’s hand, the start of a movement.

Logan clocked it too. His eyes locked on his youngest son.

“You better be smelling your fucking armpit, Romulus.”

The moment stretched, thin as a wire.

Roman let out a breath and lowered his hand.

“Against,” he said.

A beat.

Frank’s brow furrowed. “But he started to vote–”

“He can fucking change,” Logan snapped.

Marla didn’t move, didn’t let herself react, but Roman’s gaze had fallen upon her, he seemed embarrassed. 

To be completely fair, Marla didn’t whole-heartedly care about the results of the vote. She was there as an attempt to get back in, become a part of the scene. 

However she did understand what Roman had just done. How he had betrayed his brother. 

“Whatever. Count him out. Deadlock! Continuity prevails. I’m chairman, casting vote, I win, it’s fucking over!”

Kendall stepped into the room too late, the failure settling over him like a second skin.

“My son,” he said, smug and sharp. “You lost.”

Logan leaned back, victorious. “And Kendall, Frank, Asha, Ilona. Off the board. Fired, with immediate effect.”

Frank stiffened. “I’m not sure you can—”

“Fuck you. I can do anything.”

Marla exhaled, barely audible.

The minute Logan started yelling, calling for security, she stopped paying attention. She heard a little bit of Frank trying to convince Logan of this being a stupid idea but he didn’t budge. One by one, they start to leave. Kendall doesn’t look back. Asha glances around, like she still can’t believe what just happened. Frank exhales sharply, but doesn’t argue. 

Marla stands too, slow, measured. She’s almost at the door when—

“Not you.”

The words hit the room like a snap of a whip.

After a while, the rest of the people continued to exit the meeting, Marla stopped. So did Roman, halfway to the door. He looked back, eyebrows raised, but Logan didn’t even glance at him. The others hesitated for half a second before heading out, leaving Marla standing there, arms loosely crossed, amusement flickering behind her eyes.

Roman let out a low chuckle as he pushed the door open. “Well. That’s interesting.”

The door clicked shut behind him.

The silence that followed was thick and expectant. Marla tilted her head slightly, watching Logan as he leaned back in his chair, expression unreadable.

She arched an eyebrow. “Are you mad at me, Mr Roy?”, she said sarcastically.

Logan exhaled sharply through his nose, a laugh, but not quite. He gestured for her to sit.

“Sit down.”

Marla didn’t move at first, just studied him, like she was considering whether this was worth her time. On the inside she was frightened. Had she pushed too far on her luck? Was this the end of the adventure she’d just started? When accepting to help Kendall she thought there would be no actual consequences since she thought she would not care. That was before she realised how much she enjoyed playing the game, the scheming, the expectations. She loved the attention, the thrill. It was at this moment that Marla understood the gambling addicts, it’s hard to walk out when you know that some right moves could guarantee you power. She hoped this was an opportunity for her to make those moves.  

Logan’s eyes didn’t leave her.

She smiled, containing her thoughts. “So. What’s this about?”

Logan didn’t answer right away. He just watched her, the way a hunter might watch a fox that had wandered into his trap. Marla didn’t flinch, though her fingers twitched slightly against the armrest of her chair. She forced herself to stay relaxed, to match his energy.

Finally, Logan let out a small, unimpressed huff. “You don’t give a fuck, huh?”

Marla shrugged. “Not particularly.”

Logan’s lip curled. “You voted for Kendall.”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

She leaned back, stretching her legs out slightly. “He asked nicely.”

Logan laughed, low and incredulous. “He asked nicely.” He shook his head, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Jesus Christ, you’re a piece of work.”

Marla didn’t reply, just met his gaze evenly. 

“You’re a smart girl,” he said, quieter now, almost amused. “Too smart to be backing a loser.”

Marla smirked. “Maybe. Or maybe I just like an underdog.”

“Bullshit.” Logan’s voice was sharp again. “I have known you since you were barely a teenager. You have that drive inside of you. You like to win.”

Marla tilted her head, considering. “Sure. But I like to play more.”

Something flickered in Logan’s eyes, recognition, maybe, or something close to it. He leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the table. “So why bet on Kendall? You know the minute you step outside, he’ll be on the phone, offering you a job. That’s not exactly taking risks.”

Marla didn’t hesitate. “It’s more so a strategy.”

Logan narrowed his eyes.

She gave him a small, knowing smile. “If both sides want you, you’re playing the game right.”

A beat of silence. Then Logan let out a low, dry chuckle.

“You’re a cocky little shit,” he muttered, shaking his head. “You remind me of—” He cut himself off, the thought unfinished.

Marla did not dare to ask him who she reminded him of. 

“You want a real bet?” He leaned back again, like he had all the time in the world. “Stay. Work for me.”

Marla arched an eyebrow. “Doing what? You know I have a steady job at my mum’s law firm.”

“Ha! You can threaten me with Kendall’s offer but not with your mothers. I want you as a financial officer. Numbers, strategy, real decisions. You’d rather play the game than watch from the stands, right?”

Marla kept her expression carefully neutral, but her pulse quickened.

This was it. The right move.

She exhaled through her nose, as if considering it, but the answer had already formed in her mouth.

“Glad to be part of the family again.”

Logan smirked.

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Marla stepped out of Logan’s office, the weight of his offer still settling in her chest. She had won something tonight. What exactly, she wasn’t sure yet. But it was something. The tension in her shoulders hadn’t quite left when she heard a slow, deliberate clap from the hallway.

She turned, already knowing who it was.

Roman stood leaned against the wall, hands stuffed in his pockets, watching her with that lazy, knowing smirk.

“Well, well, well. Marla Carranza did show up for little Kenny after all,” he drawled. “Back from the dead and already on her knees for my dad. That’s gotta be a record.”

Marla huffed a laugh, stepping closer. “Bold words, coming from the guy who actually sucked him off at the meeting.”

Roman’s expression didn’t shift, but something flickered in his eyes. His smirk widened, but it didn’t quite reach them.

“Oh, please, if I were blowing my dad, you think I’d still be junior puppet boy with a fake title?” He tsked, tilting his head. “Nice try, though.”

She crossed her arms. “You’re a traitor, Roman.”

His jaw twitched, so quick she almost missed it. “Yeah?”

“Kendall trusted you. The whole vote was on you. You could’ve changed everything.”

Roman scoffed, shifting his weight. “Oh, fuck off. What were we gonna do, huh? Let Ken win and all hold hands? My dad would’ve burned this place down before he let that happen.”

Marla studied him, the amusement in her expression dimming slightly. “You’re so scared of him.”

Roman didn’t flinch. “And you’re not?”

She didn’t answer.

He exhaled through his nose, glancing away for a moment before looking back at her. “So what’s the play, huh? You got voted out, and now you’re just gonna… what? Lurk around Waystar?”

She smiled, slow and sharp. “Not quite.”

Something in her tone made Roman’s eyes narrow.

“What?”

She made a mockingly wounded face. “Oh, Rome. I thought you’d be happy.”

Roman frowned, his mouth parting slightly before he caught himself.

“Wait, what the fuck did my dad tell you?”

Her smile widened.

“See you around, Roman.”

She turned, walking away before he could piece it together. She didn’t have to look back to know he was staring after her.

By the time Marla reached the elevators, her phone buzzed in her pocket.

She pulled it out, glancing at the screen, immediately noticing Kendall’s name at the top.

She’d expected a call.

“Hey Ken.”

“Hey,” Kendall said, his voice lighter than she expected. “So… you coming over?”

Marla frowned slightly, stepping into the elevator and pressing the button for the lobby. “For what?”

Kendall let out a small huff, like the answer should’ve been obvious. “To talk. To figure shit out.”

She didn’t respond immediately.

He took her silence as agreement. “Listen, it’s good, okay? We regroup. You, me, Frank—whoever’s left. It’s not over. My dad just pulled a bullshit move, but it’s fine. I’m not letting him cut me out. We’ll fight back.”

She leaned against the cool metal wall, tilting her head slightly. “Kendall…”

“You’re with me, right?” he pressed. “I mean, he obviously didn’t…” He hesitated for half a second, but Marla caught it. “uh…he didn’t take you back, so…”

So you have nowhere else to go.

It wasn’t cruel. He didn’t mean it that way. It was just a fact, in his mind.

Marla smiled to herself.

“Oh, Ken.”

Something in her tone made him pause. “…What?”

She shifted her weight, watching the numbers above the elevator door tick down. “I actually don’t think I can make it.”

Silence.

Then a quiet, confused laugh. “What? Marla, come on, I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

Another pause. Then, slower now: “Where are you?”

She exhaled, straightening up as the elevator slowed to a stop. “Still at Waystar.”

She let it sink in.

Kendall didn’t speak right away. When he did, his voice was different: lower, tight.

“No, you’re not.”

Marla stepped out into the lobby, heels clicking softly against the marble floor.

“Your dad offered me a job.”

Silence.

“And I took it.”

Then, a sharp breath. “You took the…” Kendall stopped himself. Then, incredulous: “He fucking gave you a job?”

“Sure did.”

A bitter laugh. “No, he…he’s just screwing with you.”

“Maybe,” she said. “Or maybe I just played my cards right.”

“Marla.” His voice dropped, something urgent in it now. “He’s using you.”

She smiled, sharp and knowing.

“So were you.”

That shut him up.

She adjusted the strap of her purse. “I’ll see you around, Ken.”

She hung up before he could say anything else.

Stepping out into the cold night air, she let the satisfaction settle in her chest.

This was going to be fun.

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NOTE ,, welcome to hanae's first event; ethereal desire !! there will be 15 prompts, wind breaker centric...three kn8 ,, two hsr and one genshin drabbles/fics !! since this is clearly an au, please keep in mind that their characteristics might be slightly ooc (yokai + yandere) but I promise I'll try to stay in character as much as possible !! these characters are hand-picked by the lovely folks from the pixelcafe network and a few by me!! of course, as a gentle reminder...you must be at least 15+ and above + have an age on your blog to interact with me.

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LONGING FOR THE HOLY NIGHT

GOD! SUO HAYATO X FEM! HUMAN!READER ノwriting submission for pixelcafe network's spooktober!! ノsynopsis. “you returned to your hometown with news of your engagement with your long-term fiancé; it was the happiest day of your life. However, everything changes when you encounter a small shrine dedicated to the god who seemed to be infatuated with you, and he seems to have known you ever since childhood...”

CLOSE TO YOU

ZENKO KITSUNE! SAKO KOTA X FEM! HUMAN!READER ノ synopsis. “When you moved into your grandma's house, you didn't expect to see a furry little fox waiting in front of your doorstep and caring for that said fox the next day. He was hostile at first but soon grew closer and when you found yourself under an unfamiliar young man, your fate was doomed from the moment you let him in the house...”

TWISTED WEDDING

NINE-TAILED KITSUNE! HOSHINA SOSHIRO X FEM! HUMAN!READER ノ synopsis. “when you were returning home one day, a little kitsune fox was following not far behind. You took pity on it and decided to raise your newly furry companion but when you went on to clean it up; the fox transformed into a handsome young man...”

WEB OF TEMPTATION

JORŌGUMO! NARUMI GEN X FEM! HUMAN!READER ノ synopsis. “You were just one of the many unfortunate souls to stumble upon the predator who preyed on young and beautiful women looking for love, he lures you into his home to kill but to his surprise and your horror, soon fell in love with what is supposedly to be his prey...”

THE WEIGHT OF HIS LOVE

TSURARA ONNA! ICHIKAWA RENO X FEM! HUMAN!READER ノ synopsis. “It was the coldest season of the year when you found yourself gazing longingly at a strong, beautiful icicle hanging from the roof, reflecting upon your loneliness. However, a beautiful young man appears before you, claiming to be your husband...”

A KISS ACROSS TIME

TENGU! SUO HAYATO X FEM! HUMAN!READER ノ synopsis. “You were a normal university student on a research study on the great legend of the Tengu clan, the villagers are welcoming and nice towards your group but you cannot help having a bad feeling behind those kind eyes and warm smiles. However, you weren't given that privilege to question it any further when you suddenly found yourself being taken off the ground by a gentleman with wings...”

THORNS IN THE BOUQUET

UWABAMI! ENDO YAMATO X FEM! HUMAN!READER ノ synopsis. “One spring is all it took, a handsome young man who was watching you all by yourself under the cherry trees; you found him irresistible as you two became acquainted and soon fell in love. However, your father is against your relationship with the great snake...”

BEHOLDEN LOVE

MIZUCHI DRAGON! TOGAME JO X FEM! HUMAN!READER ノ synopsis. “You, a struggling writer return to your small hometown and only to find an unconscious strange man near the train station upon your arrival. The man soon reveals himself to be more than he appears, with a connection and claims to be waiting for his bride to take ...”

NEVER FAR FROM YOU

BYAKKO KITSUNE! CHILDE/TARTAGLIA X FEM! HUMAN!READER ノ synopsis. “Traveling through a snowstorm was a bad idea when you tripped and fell down a cliff before losing consciousness upon the impact. Hours later, when you finally wake up...only to see you have been sleeping on a huge white fox who soon transformed into a stunning young man with ginger hair and blue eyes...”

SMOOTH LINE

KAPPA! NIREI AKIHIKO X FEM! HUMAN!READER ノ synopsis. “When you nearly drowned in the river, you thought the next time you opened your eyes would be the breathtaking views of the heavens above. However, that didn't happen when you found yourself being saved by a cute little kappa who can't stop trembling over his words and seems very smitten with you when he starts leaving little things like flowers and seashells at your doorstep from that day on...”

WISHFUL THINKING

BAKENEKO! JING YUAN X FEM! HUMAN!READER ノ synopsis. “With the passing of your grandmother, you inherited the house and her lazy cat but what you didn't know was that cat just recently turned into a yokai, who can take the form of a young man as he pleases. However, you didn't expect to fall in love with a yokai, let alone your grandmother's cat on top of that...”

A LOVE, PURE AS SNOW

YUKI-ONNA! KAJI REN X FEM! HUMAN!READER ノ synopsis. “Breaking up with your stalker ex wasn't easy for any woman who is unfortunately enough to be put in your shoes and just when you are about to call for help, a cold breeze brushed against your skin and a mysterious man appears before your eyes. When you looked into his eyes, you realized it was the same man that you met at the sweet shop a while back...”

THE SOUND OF HIS HEART

NEKOMATA! BLADE X FEM! HUMAN!READER ノ synopsis. “When you stumble upon a stray black cat with two tails in the woods, you didn't throw him away when your friends warned you about the dangers of having a nekomata lingering around your house. The next day, you expected him to destroy the place by the time you got back from work but oddly enough, he is surprisingly obedient...”

LUCK IN LOVE

ZASHIKI-WARASHI! UMEMIYA HAJIME X FEM! HUMAN!READER ノ synopsis. “The handsome young head priest of your village's shrine is a popular figure among the townsfolk, you weren't interested in superficial stuff like that but the more you visited him the more you saw his smile. You soon realized that you had fallen for this man and are unaware of how long he has been protecting you from afar...”

DROWNING IN YOUR KISSES

ONI! SAKURA HARUKA X FEM! HUMAN!READER ノ synopsis. “The boy you met was under a rainstorm, he was your first love; he always kept his distance from you but you always found him no matter how much he tried to hide, and will eventually parted away as you grew up. One night, a red moon appears, painting the night sky bloody red and before you know it, he appears before you once more...”

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HAD HE BEEN TOLD THE day before that he'd be bro-ing out with thomas ortesky at a beer pong table in 24 hours time, reeve would have snorted and rolled his eyes. as far as he was concerned, just because luke decided to turn the dope into his newest pet project didn't mean reeve had to do anything more than mildly tolerate it. and yet, there they were, a duo made : reeve aziz, a notoriously bad shot and even worse loser, and thomas ortesky, apparently the only soul willing to team up with that.

with every sweet syllable of encouragement, the bounce in reeve's step grew. between the alcohol in his system and the high of competition, his whole body thrummed with electric energy. under thomas' hands, he practically vibrated. ❝ jesus, ortesky, why aren't you like this all the time ? ❞ he teased, shaking the other off before throwing him a grin. maybe if he were, reeve would finally understand why luke insisted on dragging him around everywhere.

setting himself up at the table, he eyed the other end. only a few more cups and they'd have the cleanest win of the night so far— impressive, really, considering reeve's track record. he had to wonder if maybe thomas was just some freakish good luck charm. with that in mind, he stepped back, lining up to target a cup in the back row. he knows he's overshot before the ball even fully leaves his fingertips.

airball. a complete whiff. it soars past their opponents heads and lands, unceremoniously, at the feet of the crowd, never so much as skimming the table.

reeve's cheeks go hot immediately, lips pressing into a thin line as their opponents burst into thunderous, targeted laughter and buffoon-like hollers. a sharp, ruinous glare is turned their way, enough to shut up some of the snickers from the crowd at least, but not their opponents. they're young— sophomores maybe, don't know better. not yet, anyway.

❝ fucking morons, ❞ reeve huffed, lifting the cup nearest to him and downing it in one easy swoop as the rules dictated. being the cause for their first sunk cup stung, no doubt, but it paled in comparison to the realization that thomas now had to be the one to bail him out. he turned to him, tapping him two times on the chest with the back of his hand as he passed, trading places. ❝ up to you now, ortesky, ❞ he said, voice low, a warning in his words veiled beneath what could easily be read as simple expectation and 'friendly' team banter. ❝ don't disappoint. ❞

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 — 𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘻 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦

" FUCK MAN , YOU ALMOST HAD IT !! " their opponent groans as their partner's ball bounces just off the rim of one of the red solo cups arranged on the table , ricocheting off plastic and landing somewhere amongst the small crowd that has gathered to watch the game and , impatiently , wait for their turn on the table . crouching down to scoop up the ball ( the room spinning as he did so , alcohol working overtime to ensure the world in which thomas existed was nothing short of a blur ) , the eldest ortesky grinned as he pressed the ball he had just gathered into his partner - reeve's - chest.

" they're fuckin' garbage , dude . they haven't even gotten a cup yet , " spoken low , an eager and competitive purr wrapping around his words as he moved behind reeve , clasping both of his shoulders , and giving him an encouraging shake . lowering his voice to a whisper , thomas leaned in closer ; like they were sharing some kind of secret . " you got this . we each get a ball in then we can ask for a new formation and we'll fuckin' smoke 'em . " a coach , revving up a player he was counting on . releasing reeve , scooping up his own ball from the table , thomas grinned as he moved back beside his teammate .

" first shots all yours . "

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[aspoonofsugar]

What do you think Bee's role will be in Loona's arc?

Hi,

I am curious to see where it goes too!

So far, I think Bee's role in the series is linked to Loona in two different ways:

She is Loona's foil and is there to challenge our wolf girl to grow up (theme of relationships)

She is there to offer some social commentary on Loona's past and to be challenged by Loona (theme of society)

QUEEN BEE

Loona is the protagonist and main point of view character of Queen Bee. This is why this episode is basically a subversion of a 2000 teenage movie :P

Loona is a young adult, but because of her tragic past and late adoption, she is initially portrayed as a broody teen. She is antisocial, annoyed with Blitz and dependent on him economically. She is also rather immature, choosing to mess around instead of properly working. Well, Queen Bee is the episode where she starts shedding her teenager persona away, so that she can become an adult. This is conveyed through the episode starting as a teenage movie and turning into something different, as it goes on.

A cool loser to a party

The premise of the episode is that of a cool loser being invited to a party by the boy she likes. This is what happens to Loona, who has a crush on Vortex since Spring Breakers. Tex tells her he has a girlfriend, but is still nice to Loona and invites her out as friends. Loona is clearly nervous about attending a social event and is mostly motivated by her interest in Tex. Once she arrives at the party, though, she has to face a Mean Girls Posse and a Queen Bee.

Mean Girls

Vikki: And so, I told him "I'm not gonna go get it, unless you fucking throw it this time." Dalmatian Hellhound: That is so, not fetch! Vikki: Not fetch...

Vikki and her two friends are introduced with a Mean Girls reference ("This is so not fetch!). Moreover, they all wear red ribbons, which are fairly similar to Heather's famous "red scrunchie" from the iconic teen movie Heathers. So, yeah, they are the mean girls posse and they immediately mock and bully Loona.

A Hot Queen Bee

After surviving the Mean Girls Trio Loona is faced with an even stronger opponent: the Queen Bee. The hottest dog in town, who is liked and loved by everyone. Bee-lzebub is a literal queen bee, as she is the Queen of Gluttony and a Bee Demon. Her being the Sin of Gluttony also ties into this, as she makes people physically thirsty and she is an eye candy in the truest sense (she is made of sweets for real). She is all Loona wants to be and is the one Loona needs to break out from her loneliness:

Hey! I'm whatchu need, I'm watchu want

However, Bee isn't who Loona needs to be:

I'm whatchu want, not watchu need

This is the teaching of the episode. Loona goes to the party seeing everyone, but Tex as antagonistic towards her. However, with the exception of Vikki's group, nobody is mean to her. Loona is low-key aggressive towards Bee, but the Queen of Gluttony does not mind. Loona can't snatch Tex away from Bee (and gives up on the idea pretty quickly), but our hellhound has a great time and even finds people she eventually becomes friends with:

Loona approahces the party thinking she is the protagonist of a teenage movie, but realizes mid-way everyone is too grown up for that. All she has to do is to be herself to find her pack.

BEAST TAMER

Bee subverts the stereotypical Queen Bee, since she isn't mean, but welcoming and well meaning. Still, Loona doesn't really warm up to her and they even have a small fight:

Let's highlight Loona only steps down out of respect for Vortex. In other words, by the end of Queen Bee Loona still does not really like Bee. Now, this could obviously be because of jealousy. However, I wonder if there is more at play:

Loona's childhood was a nightmare and it is implied Bee foresees the Hellhounds' forecare system. In general, Hellhounds are treated pretty badly in Hell. It is made clear Bee cares about her people, but I wouldn't be surprised if a Hellhound as unlucky as Loona were to resent her. After all, Bee finds herself in a unique position: she is both a Hellhound and a Deadly Sin. In short, she is both at the very bottom and at the very top of Hell's Hierarchy. She is both a beast and a beast tamer, as her circus motif implies.

So, I am interested to see if going on Bee is going to be challenged when it comes to her political activity. After all, Blitz has already called the Deadly Sins out:

Blitzo: All I was trying to do was rise above this stupid fucking place YOU ALL FORCED US INTO!

I would not be surprised if part of Bee's arc is gonna be about how Hellhounds are treated in society and what she can do to help more.

Thank you for the ask! I quite like Bee as a character and I am interested to see where she goes... I might also write a meta on her design soon :)

[montecristohq]

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝟐𝟖𝐓𝐇 , 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 — 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴

you have been invited to the annual ' spring breakers ' party hosted by alpha delta phi fraternity . booze ! bumps ! bitches ! get ready for the greatest night that you'll never remember .

HAPPY NEW YEAR !!

rolling into a new year , it is impossible not to reflect on the past . memories ( good and bad ) replay over and over , pondering what could have gone differently . if it even would have changed anything . . .

this will be a short-ish AU event set approximately five months before the original birthday trip .

dash opens for the event on JAN 2 , 2025 .

NOTABLE DYNAMICS :

kody and thomas are : DATING kingston and isla are : AQUAINTANCES camille and milo are : DATING luke is : ALIVE

[bambiihee]

BAMBI's DINER 𓈒ᐟ

BAMBIIHEE'S 500 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION EVENT!!!

thank you all so much for 500 followers!! this is such an insane milestone for me, especially since i just restarted my blog in january! i'm so grateful for everyone who has shown me love and support as i fall back in love with writing again, it means the world to me! i love each and every one of you with my whole heart ♡

to celebrate, i've decided to do a little drabble event! the rules are simple...

ORDER UP𓈒ᐟ

under the cut i've listed fifteen lines of smutty dialogue for everyone to choose from; i will write one drabble for each line, which adds up to fifteen short drabbles between 500 and 1k words!! you all get to pick which idol i write them for; send in a request in my inbox with your idol of choice and your order number! i'm doing this event for every member of stray kids and ateez, and every member of enhypen except niki (to see why i don't write for niki, please check my enhypen masterlist notes.)

note: i will only write one drabble per idol and line, so requests with the same idol or the same line will be discarded in favor for the first. you can always send in another one, but i'm limiting official slots for one request per account!

THE MENU 𓈒ᐟ

1. “Don’t make me take you home and punish you.” - TAKEN by @lickingan0rchid - h.js

2. “You’re not going out dressed like that.” - TAKWN by @shadowhunterathene - k.sm

3. “No one will notice.” - TAKEN by @ghstzzn - l.hs

4. “Don’t be so rough! You can’t leave any marks.” - TAKEN by @twilght-talks - b.c

5. “No. I’m supposed to be making you feel good.

TONGUE TIED - h.hj

6. “We can’t do this here!”

SPRING BREAKERS - y.jw.

7. “First one to make a noise loses.” - TAKEN by @jjunbug - s.jy

8. “Behave.” - TAKEN by anonymous - c.jh

9. “What did you just say?!”

10. “If i have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.” - TAKEN by @saejinniestar - p.sh

11. “Do you think they can hear us?” “Yes we can!” - TAKEN by @heechwe - y.ji

12. “Don’t kinkshame me!” - TAKEN by @zyxbook - l.yb

13. “Can he make you feel as good as I do? - TAKEN by @xylatox - p.js

14. “I dare you to interrupt me one more time.”

15. “…Where are your panties?”- TAKEN by @koqabear - p.sh