#I don't really regret it he looks gorgeous in it but AT WHAT COST

[earl-grey-love]

Raging at that damn sexy man app game because I literally had to sell my soul for Sim..eon's outfit like this is why I should only stan one guy I cannot deal with this 😭

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Shin Yuna X Shin Ryujin X Male Reader

You are sure that you have seen her before. She looks younger than you. Maybe 20? You don't know, but she is absolutely gorgeous. Her dark her flows down her right shoulder. The young girl looks just as beautiful as Chaewon and you are sure, she must be an idol as well.

If you would have seen her before in person, you would have hired her yourself.

The silver necklace on her skin sparkles a little in the bright light of the changing room.

"You look really cute, Yuna."

"Thanks, unnie."

The young girl gives the woman in your lap a cute smile. Yuna's appearance makes you realize that you are still half naked and that you are still inside of Chaewon.

"Get off me, Chae."

She shakes her head cutely.

"Don't want your cum to spill out."

Her words make Yuna blush and you are getting a little embarrassed as well, realizing that Yuna must have watched the two of you. You don't know for how long though.

"I-I'm sorry for interrupting, then. I will leave."

Yuna bows politely, trying to not look at the connection between you and Chaewon.

"Wait."

The older girl sighs.

"We are not going to see each other soon. Right?"

She turns her head to look at you.

"No. I've got stuff to do."

You see her pout, before coming to a decision.

"Yuna, you have to entertain him, until I'm done with the shoot."

You raise your eyebrow in question and Yuna looks stunned too.

"W-What?"

"If I can't see him again soon, I need him to fuck me again, before he leaves. Just make sure he doesn't leave."

And with that crazy request, Chaewon hops off your lap.

You are somewhat disappointed to leave the warmth of her pussy, but Yuna's look makes more than up for it. She stares at your cock, unable to close her mouth.

"I think I know, how you can keep him here."

Chaewon makes Yuna fall out of her trance.

"Hmm?"

Her cheeks redden, as she realizes she just got caught staring.

"Make sure he doesn't leave."

The older girl is already completely dressed. You almost have to chuckle. She is able to put her clothes back on just as fast as she can get them off.

"Do what ever it takes."

She whispers in Yuna's ear, before she leaves the room and closes the door.

Suddenly, the air in the room is incredibly awkward. The two of you don't know each other. And she still doesn't know your name. But you are sitting in front of her, naked. While she tries her best to keep her eyes off a particular part of your body.

"Let me put my clothes back on."

You see a small glimpse of regret flash across Yuna's dark orbs.

The situation is embarrassing enough and you hope that she doesn't notice, that you are slowly getting hard by the sight of her. Yuna really is model material.

Her long legs are partially covered by white socks, which match her shoes. The skirt and the top are a set, together with the small jacket. All in light colours with stripes on them.

After getting your pants back on, you check the time, before standing up. The little detour with Chaewon already cost you enough time.

"I have to go now."

Yuna's eyes grow wide.

"N-No. Chaewon said, you should stay."

You chuckle at her.

"She wasn't being serious."

"I-I think she was."

Yuna can't seem to stop stumbling over her words. As if she just saw something utterly shocking. And following her gaze, you realize, it's still lingering on your crotch.

"Eyes up here."

You tease her as you point towards your face. Yuna blushes madly, her face turning red.

"I-I'm sorry."

The smile on your face can't be hidden as you walk towards her.

"May I?"

Yuna slowly nods, before closing her eyes. You are surprised as she starts to lean in.

"I meant the door."

You can almost hear her heart break in embarrassment.

"Please. I wa-want to."

Her eyes are still closed.

"What?"

"I want to do with you, what Chaewon did."

"You don't have to. Don't worry. She was just joking around."

Yuna finally opens her eyes. You wish you could fuck her. But it feels like she is just doing it, because she was told to.

It looks like determination, which is sparkling in her eyes, but it's gone as fast as it appeared.

"Al-Alright. Have a nice day."

You hear the regret in her voice as she steps aside. Is Yuna disappointed, because you don't fuck her? Or because Chaewon told you not to leave?

You wonder as you open the door. But you are unable to finish the thought. You almost walk into someone.

The woman in front of you is shorter than Yuna, which means, she is way shorter than you. But her eyes still glisten with authority. And something you can't identify.

"U-Unnie?"

You hear Yuna's flustered voice behind you.

"Do I really have to do everything myself. Huh? Chaewon told you to stop him from leaving."

Did Chaewon tell her? Or did she listen through the door?

Once again, you are unable to come up with an answer, because the girl puts her hand on your chest. You are so surprised, that you are letting her push you back inside the room.

"Close the door."

Yuna does as she is told, while the other girl finally stops in the middle of the room.

"You look more handsome than in the photos."

"What?"

It only takes you a second, before you realize, that Chaewon must have send her pictures. You take a mental note, to punish her later. You are usually careful about pictures of you. A scandal is not what you need. Especially not one with a K-pop idol.

"And Chaewon told me you know what to do with a woman."

You kinda knew what this was leading to as soon as you saw her face. But it is still unexpected.

"I don't even know who you are."

"Shin Ryujin. You will get to know me."

You look down at her, about to reply, when she speaks up again.

"Come here, babygirl."

Yuna steps up next to Ryujin, before the older one looks at you.

"I had fun with her a couple of times already."

She winks at you, while tracing one of Yuna's legs with her finger.

"Now you can enjoy."

Yuna still looks a little shy and you don't know how to react. This is going a little too fast for you.

"What are you waiting for?"

Ryujin pushes Yuna towards you.

"Let him enjoy your body, babygirl. That's what it's for anyways."

Once Yuna stands in front of you, you see that her cheeks are still a little red, but when she looks up, you see the lust in her eyes starting to grow. As if she is starting to warm up to the idea.

"What do good sluts do?"

Ryujin stepped behind Yuna, whispering in her ear.

"They suck cock."

Yuna's whisper is quiet as if she can't believe what she just said. The older girl takes the younger one's shoulders and pushes her to her knees. Yuna is on the floor in front of you, looking up.

"M-May I?"

You don't see a reason to say no. And the way Ryujin looks at you, makes you give her a quick yes.

Slowly, Yuna starts to unbuckle your belt and opens your zipper.

"The only person she has been with is me."

Ryujin looks at you.

"Make sure she enjoys this as much as you do."

So Yuna is practically a virgin?

You look down on her in disbelief as you feel her small hand your cock. No wonder she couldn't stop staring, earlier.

"I tried to teach her to be a good slut. Let's see what she has learned."

Hearing Ryujin's words, Yuna parts her lips, ready to take you into her mouth. Her soft lips touch your shaft slightly, before you enter her.

When Yuna starts to suck, she does it slowly and careful. As if she is afraid to do something wrong. It is hard to move your gaze away from her gorgeous big eyes, but you do so eventually.

Ryujin is still standing behind her. You see that her hand started to play with the hem of her greyish skirt.

"Tell mommy how much you like sucking cock."

You are surprised, when you hear her call herself mommy. As far as you remember, you have never been with a very dominant woman before. Soyeon was close, but she never called herself mommy.

"I love it, mommy. It tastes delicious."

Yuna stops for a second to answer, before she resumes her blowjob. Her tongue glides along your shaft as she moves her head.

You see how Ryujin's hand has disappeared inside her skirt. The slow motion of her arm leaves little to the imagination. She bites her lip as she watches Yuna suck your cock.

Although it seems to be her first time, the young idol does seem to know at least a little about what she is doing. Her tongue hits the exact right spot once in a while and her mouth is tight enough for you to let out a satisfied sigh.

"Taste this."

Ryujin's hand has reappeared and is now stretched out towards you. The look on her face makes it clear, that it wasn't a question, but an order. So you do what she wants. You lean forward a little, sucking on her fingers. You taste her flavor on her skin. It's a little sweet and you wonder how it would taste like to eat her out. She seems to have read your mind as she starts to speak again.

"A little appetizer for later."

She winks at you, before retreating her hand and leaning down. Ryujin takes Yuna's hair and holds it for her, while the younger girl keeps moving her head. You can feel that she is trying her best to make you feel good. Sometimes, she tries to take you deeper inside her mouth, but she has to retreat shortly after, choking slightly.

"Come on, babygirl. We practiced this. Didn't we?"

And without another word, Ryujin's hands move from Yuna's hair to her head. Taking it in both of her hands, Ryujin pushes Yuna onto your cock in one forceful motion.

"Oh fuck."

You groan as her throat tightens around you. It almost feels like she is about to throw up, so deep you are in her. The surprise is written on her face as she starts to gag. It makes her massage your cock with her throat. Spit starts to dribble out of the corners of her mouth as Ryujin keeps holding her in place.

"Good girl."

She forces Yuna's head off you. It feels like you were the one who wasn't getting air. You think that you have never been so deep inside a woman's throat. Yuna seems to think so too as she can't stop chocking.

"Not done yet."

Ryujin's singing like tone is not compatible with the situation. Once more, she shoves Yuna onto your cock. You are amazed at how much she is able to take. What did Ryujin do to her?

This time, the older girl holds her head in place longer. Slowly but surely, Yuna's spit starts to drop down her chin. It lands on her top, her bare thighs and her white socks. It becomes even more as she gags harder. She does it so hard, that she is almost forcing you out of her unintentionally.

You feel your knees getting weak and you have to grab onto the chair next to you.

"You are such a good little slut."

Yuna is unable to respond to Ryujin's words. Her mouth and throat still stuffed with cock.

A forceful pull on Yuna's hair, makes her fall off your cock.

"How do you like it now?"

It takes her a good couple of seconds to answer. Yuna has to cough for some time, before she recovers.

"It feels good. I love it."

Her raspy voice sounds weak. You hope, she doesn't have a performance or something after this.

"You love it?"

Ryujin's smile looks dangerous and you know that Yuna just dug her own grave.

And then she does it again. She drags Yuna forward by her hair, forcing her onto your cock. You honestly don't know how you should survive this as you feel Yuna's tight throat around you. By now, your cock is completely drenched with her saliva. And when Ryujin finally pulls her back again, her spit slowly falls off your cock in long strings.

"God job, babygirl."

Yuna's tired eyes glisten with satisfaction as she breaths heavily, trying to recover.

"Look at all this spit."

Ryujin leans forward. One of her fingers dances on your shaft, making you shiver a little. She scoops up one particularly thick string of saliva. As if on instinct, Yuna opens her mouth. The older woman lets the spit fall off her finger and into her mouth.

Only now you realize, what a mess Yuna has become. Her chin is decorated with white bubbles, which formed due to all the spit. Another string of glistening fluid is hanging off, about to fall between her legs. Her cute, colorful top has small stains on it. Yuna's once white socks are now almost see through. And the small puddle on the floor could be mistaken for another of Yuna's fluids.

"Do you think that's wet enough?"

Yuna nods her head at Ryujin's question.

"Fuck her."

Her demanding tone makes you jump into action. You help Yuna to her feet.

"On the couch."

The black leather furniture is standing in the middle of the room. Right next to the chair, which you were holding on to. Without a word, you bend Yuna over the backrest.

You hear her humm in delight, when you reach under her skirt. Her back, exposed between her skirt and her small jacket, looks like vanilla. You put your left hand on it, pushing Yuna forward. She is now almost lying on the thin backrest. Her toes are barely touching the floor.

You stroke her thighs slowly, savouring the feeling of Yuna's legs slightly shaking.

Ryujin seems to become impatient as she walks up to the two of you.

"You are supposed to fuck her. Not play with her."

With that, she grabs Yuna's skirt and begins to pull it down. She exposes Yuna's pretty ass in the process and her white panties. You can't help yourself as you reach forward. Kneading her flesh, you hear Yuna moan slightly. Her skirt is now hanging around her ankles.

Ryujin has now walked around the couch, facing the two of you.

"You are gonna eat me out, while he fucks your pretty little ass. Do you want that?"

"Yes, mommy. I love your pussy."

You don't register Yuna's words, thinking you misheard.

"I want daddy to fuck my ass really hard."

"What?"

You can't hide your surprise.

"No one has fucked Yuna yet. And I intent to keep it that way. She is mine."

Ryujin looks at you, while she explains.

"You can have her ass. Make her scream."

She puts her right foot on the couch and starts to lift her skirt. You are too busy watching, not being able to reply.

The older girl exposes her red thong as she leans closer towards Yuna.

"You have to be gentle with her at first. We don't have lube."

And after telling you that unimportant piece of information, Ryujin takes Yuna's hair into her hand again and forces her towards her pussy.

You can't believe the situation you are in. You are standing half naked behind Yuna. Who is a virgin. Your hands on her butt cheeks, while she is eating out someone else. And you are supposed to fuck her ass?

You don't want to hurt Yuna, but the idea does make you a little excited. Sohee's body was build for anal. But Yuna? You are afraid that you might break her.

At this point, Ryujin doesn't seem to care anymore what you are doing. Her eyes are closed, a smile on her face. She enjoys Yuna's tongue in her pussy.

You even fucked Sohee with lube, so you aren't sure if you should keep going. But when you look at your in spit covered shaft, you guess that that's enough.

Trying to take it easy, you pull the white fabric around Yuna's slim waist off of her. It joins her skirt around her ankles, before your thumb moves across her puckered hole.

You feel her move away instinctively, but when you touch her again, she stays in place. Leaning forward, you let some of your spit fall onto her ass. Yuna moans into Ryujin's skirt as you slowly penetrate her hole with one finger. Her muscles squeeze around it. You realize, she must be even tighter than Sohee.

While you slowly finger Yuna's asshole, you start to hear occasional moans from both of them. Ryujin's eyes are still closed as she begins to grind her hips against Yuna's face. The way the two of them look, drunk in pleasure, moaning in tandem, makes you unable to hold this off any longer. You hear a disappointed whine, when your finger leaver her hole.

But you feel Yuna push against you as she feels your tip resting against her cheeks.

The older girl's moans become louder. The two of them seem to have done similar things already. Yuna knows what to do, to make Ryujin feel better.

Yuna lets out a long, drawn out moan, when you finally push your tip past her muscles. Even if you wanted to go fast, you can't. Her ass is incredibly tight. As if this is her first time.

Spreading her ass cheeks apart, you watch as you try to push deeper into her. Yuna's feet are getting off the ground and she starts to kick the air. You stop for a moment, afraid you hurt her, but then, she moans again.

Ryujin's hand, which is not in Yuna's hair, is now going through her own. You see her leg, which is still on the ground, starting to tremble.

"Holy fuck, babygirl."

You watch Ryujin as you keep pushing inside of Yuna. Once you are halfway in, you decide to not go further. At least for now.

When you try to pull out of her, you feel Yuna's muscles holding onto you. It actually takes a little amount of strength, to slowly retreat. Meanwhile, Ryujin has started to become a mess. Her hair is now all tousled. Her hips are shaking and she is now holding onto Yuna and not forcing her towards her.

After a couple of seconds, which feel like ages, you finally leave Yuna's asshole. You see it close and open slowly, before you start to push in again. Yuna whimpers underneath Ryujin's skirt, which seems to drive the older one even further.

"Use that tongue. Almost there."

Both of her hands are now holding onto Yuna's head as she tries to keep herself standing. The pleasure she is receiving is making her weak. It's making her slowly lose control.

You don't know when, but almost out of habit, you start to fuck Yuna a little faster. It is harder than to fuck Sohee. It's almost like she is fighting to keep you inside. But once you leave her hole, she makes it as hard as possible to enter her again. The combination makes your head all dizzy. But you can't stop. You can't stop to thrust slowly into Yuna's backdoor.

The grip on her small waist tightens. You see Yuna almost falling off the backrest by your thrusts and Ryujin's pulling, so you have to keep her in place. Her feet haven't touched the ground for a while now.

"Gonna cum! Good girl!"

You watch as Ryujin finally trembles towards the edge. Yuna must have given her best, despite getting fucked from behind. She does whine occasionally, but she is still focused enough to make Ryujin orgasm.

The older woman throws her head back as she finally cums. Her legs shake and she keeps tugging at Yuna's hair.

"Holy-!"

Her words are cut off.

When the pleasure and her energy leave her body, Ryujin falls down onto the couch. She breaths slow and steady. A big smile on her face.

You take the opportunity, that you now have Yuna for yourself. The young girl has been pretty quiet up until now, but you want to change that. Your left hand reaches forward, grabbing a fistful of her dark hair. It's a mess already anyways.

"Oh! Yes!"

You make Yuna arch her back as you pull her hair. Your other hand squeezes her right butt cheek tighter. Making sure that she won't fall.

As your thrusts increase in pace, Yuna starts to become a whimpering mess. Although she had a lot of experience with Ryujin and toys. This is the first time, someone actually fucked her. She loves the feeling of your cock in her ass. She loves your hand in her hair, forcing her to look up. She loves, how you squeeze her ass so hard, probably leaving a mark. She loves all of it.

And like Ryujin taught her, Yuna vocalizes her pleasure.

"Feels so good! Yes, daddy!"

Her eyes are shut tight. She has to bite her lip, everytime you push into her a little too deep. But the little pain is nothing in comparison to the pleasure.

"You fuck me so good!"

Ryujin is satisfied with only watching for now as you keep thrusting into Yuna. You still don't go all the way in, knowing that she is still to tight. She hisses in pain once in a while, but her moans can be heard more often.

You slowly begin to get tired. It doesn't matter how good Yuna's ass feels, you will have to stop eventually. You had to fuck Chaewon before this already and you are getting scared at the fact, that she might be waiting for you once you are done with these two.

Ryujin seems to sense that you won't be able to keep this pace up for much longer. Yuna doesn't show that she cares as she keeps pleading for more.

"Yes! Harder please!"

You pull her hair further, fulfilling her wish.

"Come here."

Ryujin looks at you, while beckoning you towards her.

"No, unnie. Please."

Yuna sighs in disappointment, but Ryujin doesn't care. It takes you a couple of thrusts, before you finally stop. Slowly pulling out of Yuna, you hear her whimpering and watch her body shake slightly. Her muscles tense around you, trying to keep you inside.

Once you finally leave her asshole, you see how stretched out it is. You leave Yuna lying like this as you walk around the couch.

"Lie down."

You do what Ryujin tells you. Lying down, you feel Yuna's hair on your stomach now. She is still hanging over the backrest, trying to recover. The older woman crawls up to you, before she starts to climb onto you. Her hand slowly strokes your shaft as she hovers over your cock.

"Finally."

Ryujin lowers herself onto you.

You are glad that you don't have to do all the work now. Ryujin's snatch feels incredible. Of course it's not as tight as Yuna's ass. But it still squeezes your cock tightly. Her pussy seems to change its form for you as you go deeper and deeper. Her walls clench around you as she almost takes all of you inside at once.

You see her breathing heavily and you realize, that she might not be doing this often.

"Fuck."

She moans as she tries to keep herself stable. One hand is holding onto the backrest, while the other is placed on your shirt, slightly grabbing a fistful.

You can't see her pussy, due to her skirt, but it might increase the pleasure even more.

Painfully slow, Ryujin start to lift herself off you. Her walls grip you tight, making you feel her on every inch of your cock. When only your tip remains inside of her, she lowers herself once more. This time, she goes further, finally taking all of you inside of her.

You have to groan, when Ryujin sits on your cock. Not moving. Trying to adjust to your size as she is filled completely.

"I need to cum."

You look up at Yuna, who pouts at you. She is still in the position from earlier. You motion her to climb over the backrest as you feel Ryujin lift herself off you again.

Yuna almost falls off the couch as she crawls down, before you place her into the right position. She is now sitting on your face. You don't see Ryujin anymore. You only feel how she glides upwards. Which turns out to be a mistake. Because you can't brace yourself for her impaling herself on your cock.

"Fuck!"

She almost screams and you can barely hold back a groan. Without a word, Ryujin begins to ride you. She doesn't start slow. She picks her pace up immediately, making her pussy glide up and down along your shaft.

At the same time, Yuna keeps pushing her hips forward. You are finally buried in her pussy. It's not the worst place to be as you begin to eat her out. She tastes sweeter than Ryujin and you can't get enough of her taste. You lick her labia, her clit, her pussy. All of it. You hands find themselves on her ass once more as you hold her for more stability.

At the same time, you hear Ryujin's moans from further back. You feel her getting wetter around you, the faster she goes. She falls out of her rhythm once in a while, which makes you moan into Yuna's snatch.

The young girl has started to make a mess of your face. Her juices are all over you as you keep eating her out. You eat like you have been starving for days. Her sweet nectar is the only thing that's going to save you.

"Yes, daddy! Keep doing that! I'm going to cum!"

She starts to slowly grind into your face, trying to get more out of your tongue.

While she does that, you can feel Ryujin beginning to pulsate around your cock. Her moans increase in volume as she reaches her second orgasm.

Yuna breaths heavily, trying to beat the older girl in the race for climaxing first.

At the end, Ryujin wins.

"Fucking hell! This dick!"

She shakes on top of you. Her pussy clenches around you. She becomes tighter than before. Her juices slowly spill out of her and trickle down your cock. She is frozen in place, not able to move a muscle.

Then, it hits Yuna. She whines loudly, before showering your face with her cum. You try to drink some of it, but you have to focus on holding her in place. She shakes even more than Ryujin. You have to grab her waist, to make sure she isn't falling off of you. Her hands find your hair as she tries to find an outlet for all that pleasure. She tugs on it, surely ripping some of it out. You let it go as you feel Yuna shaking and moaning.

"I think it has been long enough."

Ryujin checks the clock on the wall. "Chaewon will be here any minute."

You mentally groan in frustration. You can't keep up with that crazy woman. And you still got work to do.

"Already?"

Yuna sounds genuinely disappointed.

"But I wanted see how much he cums."

You gulp, trying to prepare yourself for what's to come.

"Then come here."

Ryujin, who is still a little shakey as well, helps Yuna off of you. The two kneel on the floor in front of the couch as you sit up.

"Come on, daddy. Give us your cum."

Yuna reaches for your cock, but Ryujin slaps her hand away.

"You know how to do it properly."

Yuna nods, before she opens her mouth. The older girl holds her hair and guides her towards your shaft.

And like the beginning, Yuna begins to gag on your cock. Now, that feeling in your lower region makes itself visible. It's like Yuna just flipped a switch. You start to get closer as she keeps chocking and drooling.

"I want some too."

Ryujin yanks Yuna off your cock, before taking you into her mouth herself. She feels different than Yuna, but you enjoy it just as much. She seems more skilled, being able to use her tongue in the right spots.

Yuna is still gasping for air, so you reach forward and make sure that Ryujin's hair doesn't fall into her face. She gives messy head as well and you now know where Yuna got it from. Your balls are covered in spit, which is dripping out of her mouth.

"Come here, Yuna."

She comes closer and you pull her top up. The small, bright clothing annoyed you the whole time and you haven't had a chance to take it off. You are glad that she isn't wearing a bra as you capture on of her nipples with your mouth.

"Oh, god."

Yuna sighs as you suck on her small tits. Meanwhile, Ryujin keeps sucking you off, bringing you closer to the point of no return. You can feel it's only a matter of moments.

Enjoying Yuna's breasts as long as possible, you switch to the other one, giving it equal attention. She tilts her head back and arches her back a little, so that you are even closer to her.

When you can't hold it back any longer, you lean back.

"I'm gonna cum."

Ryujin let's your cock fall out of her mouth, before she strokes you.

"Cum for us."

Yuna sits down next to her. She shows off her cute tits. The combination finally sends you over the edge. The first shot hits Ryujin's nose as she opens her mouth. The second one lands on Yuna's lips. Another streak of cum lands on her tits and her bunched up top, while the last one falls into Ryujin's mouth.

You feel completely drained as you watch the two of them. Because Ryujin keeps stroking you lazily, you have to push her hand off you. You are too sensitive right now.

Your head snaps to the right, when you hear the door open.

"You are still here."

Chaewon's excited face is undoubtedly one of the cutest things you have ever seen. But that doesn't stop her from wanting to be fucked constantly. Although Ryujin and Yuna are still kneeling on front of you, your cum dripping down Yuna's chest, Chaewon charges at you.

"Here we go again."

You mumble as you are met with a red pair of lips.

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Hi, everyone! Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I apologize for the picture, I wasn't able to find a better one, where the two of them are wearing these clothes.

Have a nice day!

[shesasimp]

Coral Island- Semeru- Fluffy Oneshot- Waterfall Kiss

It was no secret to Semeru that I loved the waterfall on the farm. The lookout, the view of the beautiful waves it created and the feel of the cool water on my skin when I lounged away on a hot day made the spot all the more desirable for me to use. 

What did turn out to be a secret, was how much Semeru enjoyed watching me at this spot.

I was laying with my head against the wooden side of the pool, enjoying this hot summer day. It has been almost 9 months since Semeru and I enjoyed our fall wedding at the underwater coliseum, and we’ve fallen into a good routine living together at the farm. I was so worried he would regret giving up the soldier's life for me, but he has taken to the farm better than I expected. For a man who has lived such a solitary life, he was the perfect partner at home. I think he truly desired someone to share his life with, but never found that person. Well, before I found him, that is. And I’ve never been more grateful to have someone around.

“Hey there, my love.” I felt his hands on my shoulder, just as his sweet whisper met my ears. I peeked one eye open to see this beautiful man above me. The sun shining high behind his head casted a shadow across his gorgeous face, but I could still make out the loving look behind his eyes. I’ll never get tired of seeing that look. “Hey, Baby. Care to join me?” I lifted my right leg out of the water, pointing my toes as a gesture for him to hop in. He gave a small chuckle before slowly lifting his shirt above his head, his blue shorts following shortly after. I could stare at those washboard abs all day, but I turned my head to face away before he could catch me staring. I don’t want him to think I’m some sort of pervert. Luckily, he slid into the water right beside me without mentioning if he noticed my stare or not.

“I had a feeling I’d find you here. Have you been out here long?” He grabbed my leg, dragging it over to his lap as he started to rub my feet. He has a weird obsession with them. Not in a kinky sort of way, but more like a cute curiosity. He has gotten really good at using his own legs, and I’ve caught him playing with his leg muscles a few times, but he also loves to wiggle my toes and massage my calves after a long day of farming. I find his eagerness to learn more and more intriguing every day. 

“I’ve only been out here for about an hour. Started to blister my hands weeding around the chicken pen.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry I wasn’t here to help you this morning. I’ll take over the rest of the chores today, so you can just relax and take it easy.” He looked into my eyes, gently brushing my bangs back behind my ear. “It makes me happy to be able to visit the kingdom still, but the cost of not getting to wake up next to you is a high price to pay.” His words brought a blush to my cheeks and a smile to my lips. He’s such a hopeless romantic, and I don't even think he knows it. 

“Don’t you miss the ocean?” He thought about my question, gently rubbing my foot under the water as he gave it some thought.

“I miss the ocean and the serenity of it. But I’ve found a  different kind of peace here, with you, on our farm.” He gave me his closed eye smile. The cuteness of his actions would have me giggling and kicking my feet if he wasn’t sitting right in front of me. I just leaned my head on his shoulder to hide the blush.

“I’m glad. I hope I can be enough for you.” I felt him pause on my foot while the other hand reached up to lift my chin. He gently placed his index finger under my chin and his thumb against my lip, using them to lift my face towards him. He rubbed my lip with his thumb, while he looked deeply into my eyes. 

“You’ll always be enough for me, Darling.” He leaned forward, but didn’t connect our lips quite yet. He wanted to give me a chance to ask him for a kiss first.

“Kiss me, won’t you?” I let out in a breathless whisper. He gave me a smirk that left me even more breathless. 

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask! Come closer.” He brought his face down, finally connecting our lips. The instant heat it sent through me ran from my head, all the way to my toes- causing them to curl on instinct. I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him even closer as we got lost in the passion of the kiss. Before things could go too far, we pulled away. We were both red in the face, slightly panting as we stared into eachothers eyes. Semeru looked down at my lips, before meeting my gaze once more.

“You know,” He started. “I take it back. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of this.”

[tabbyhoney]

Gorgeous

A fanfiction for 'Fear of' from @sleepwalkersqueen

Note:Well... This is the last chapter:D. Was a lot of fun to write something again after such a long time. Hope you all enjoyed it and perhaps one day I might be writing something again haha<3

Big thanks to my friend who proofread every chapter for me and to everyone who read the story.

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Warnings:Swearing, mention and implied r*pe, angsty stuff(?)

Chapter 05

Shining light came through the windows of the two-story building. The white painting of the facade chipped at each edge. Ivy climbed up to the roof, shining a deep green, making the endless path of gray concrete appear more lifelike. Cats walk around silently in the early morning of Fukuoka, wandering around on the empty streets.

A messed-up futon was neatly placed in the middle of the upper-floor apartment.

A woman was entangled in the sheets, her breathing slow and steady. Light tickled her pale face, which, upon closer inspection, looked restless compared to the atmosphere.

The phone ringing made the woman cuddle closer to the bedsheets, covering her head with her pillow, hoping the noise would soon fade into the void again.

For a second, the uninvited noise stopped, and it came back not long after it left. With a loud groan, she threw the pillow and blanket to the side and picked up her phone. Her shirt hung low over her shoulder, exposing her tender skin with a fleshy looking wound that seemed to have healed oddly.

Fire idiot calling...

"Howashi speaking," she voiced tiredly, wanting to fall back into her comfy futon. Back to her sweet dreams of a life she wished for.

"You no longer have to work with Takami," Endeavour growled.

Without giving it a second, he hung up the phone. Leaving Amaya alone with the beeping sound of an ending call. She had to blink a few times to let the new information sink in.

She jumped up from her futon, calling Endeavour again.

It dialed...

"Endea-"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?" She yelled, not interested in hearing his greeting.

"Howashi, calm down. You have no reason to be this upset, now you can talk with any of the prisoners and get rid of Takami."

"Why? Is he getting-?"

"I don't know and don't care, Imawashi gets him back." The voice left no room for arguments or complaints.

But Amaya is never really one to back down too easily. Especially with injustice that.

"Imawashi?! You know what he did to Shinyo, how could a hero let something like that happen again?! He fucking rape-!"

He ended the call.

"That little-!!!" She growled.

No time was wasted and no skincare was done as she got dressed and stormed out of the house, calling the Tartarus prison repeatedly in hopes of reaching someone, she would even take Imawashi.

"Howashi-san, what can I do for you? You have your free week right now."

"Yes, I know, uhm... Listen, Endeavour told me I would be removed from B-74, but I do not see a reaso-"

"Ah yes, yes! Imawashi will be assigned to him again, so there is no need to wor-"

"You gotta be kidding me. Everyone knows what he did, why is he even allowed to go back to him?"

"Well, it is how it is. Good day, Howashi-san."

The man from the prison hung up, leaving Amaya alone with her racing mind that spiraled with an immense amount of hatred she had never felt in her life before. Especially targeted towards the number two.

"Why are you still coming?" Shinyo asked, baring his teeth.

"I like challenges," the therapist replied with a mysterious smile. Lips curling in a calculated motion—a sweet lie.

"Yeah, don't bullsh*t me."

She clenched her teeth tightly, creating an uncomfortable pain. At that moment, she was pretty lucky to not have her sharp canines anymore, having been sanded down to a more human-like shape. A decision she grew to regret but came in handy at most times.

"Where are your canines anyway?"

"Hm? Oh, they have been sanded down, and it costs a fortune to have it done."

"Aye, and why the fuck would you do that shit?"

"I told you before, never been proud of being a mutant."

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"Pick up, please," Amaya muttered, picking the soft skin on her fingers, feeling the negative emotions from so many years ago rising in her chest yet again.

A phrase she said more often than she ever did, 'I love you' to her ex-boyfriend. At least ever since she had a fight with Minori, her closest friend, about a situation, she was just too overwhelmed due to news from a gynecologist about her own organs.

"Fuck!" She exclaims, throwing her phone with such force to the ground that the screen breaks and a corner crumbles.

"Easy, little lady," the bartender said, wiping away a little stain from the round table. "The phone didn't hurt you."

"And neither did she, and I still acted like an ass."

"We both know you didn't, you were just overwhelmed."

"Tch... Not an excuse."

"Easy now," he said calmly. "Did you at least reach an authority from Tartarus?"

"Yes... I can come back tomorrow, but I fear it isn't soon enough." Amaya laid her head on the table, burrowing her face in her arms.

"How bad can it be?"

"With Shin? Definitely the worst, he's just like," she halted, looking up and snapping her finger. "Like a cat that wanted to be tame but got kicked one too many times."

"Ah! And are you sure it doesn't come with the fact that you have a little crush on him?"

She lifts her head back up, looking at the bartender with a forced neutral expression. "Why would you think I have a crush?"

He smirked like a cheshire cat and said, "Right, no crush, you are hopelessly in love with Takami the thief otherwise, you would not have dumped your boyfriend."

Amaya pursed her lips. As much as she wasn't the biggest fan of admitting her feelings for Shinyo out loud, no one fools a bartender. "Perhaps I am," she sighed. "That was not how I wanted it to end, but here we are."

The bartender chuckled, a kind chuckle with no judgment behind it. "You'll learn from this."

Of course that was the line he would say. Because all advice was a circle. The same repetitive phrases for every single crisis in life. No matter how much truth it held, it would never be advice with an actual solution. Empty, hollow promises.

With a forced smile and the corners of her lips forming into a calculated smile with no wrinkles, she said, “Of course." Her voice sounded sincere and kind, but hollow.

With this, she chugs down her pink lady, pushing herself up from the creaky chair. her steps clicking on the floor as she gets behind the stage and into the rooms for the performers. Even though it would be hours before the Pink cavern would open, the backstage area was filled to the brim with various women and men. Noticeably more mutants.

She followed her way through to one of her private dressing rooms. A small room that smelled of various perfumes and deodorants.

The room was an eyesore. Costumes, accessories, and various props are all scattered across the small room. The makeup table was overflowing with different containers of various cremes, paints, and oils. Glitter containers are spilling over because they have been knocked over. The walls looked like they belonged in 1920.

Overall, the room looked like it belonged to a child or, worse, a hoarder who never got any help and died in the chaos.

A click echoed through the silent room, and the door closed. Amaya sat down in the creaky chair, creating a skin-crawling noise that made her shiver in response.

Her eyes lost the arrogant glimmer. Her posture didn’t scream confidence. With the worry gnawing at her brain and heart, she felt like she was unable to relax until she made sure Shinyo was relatively safe, not like other methods weren't just as bad as Imawashi.

“How's the boyfriend doing?” Shinyo asked, grinning like a dog.

“Hm? Why?"

“Ahh, you know." Just curious since your cheek doesn’t look like you just came from wrestling.

Amaya rolled her eyes. “Haha, very funny,” she said, unimpressed.

“You should dump him.”

“And you shouldn't marry someone you just met.”

“Aye too late for that, and my death has already separated us.”

Sweet memories that are actually not sweet. They all share one thing, and that is a trust that was built on pillars of loose sand. Hauntingly sweet in dreams and the day.

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Sky blue. 

If there was more beautiful scenery, Amaya wouldn't know her. The wind was cold on her fair skin, and her jacket was barely able to keep her form warm. Strawberry-blonde hair is whipping through the sea wind.

Brown wings carry her through to her destination, an island inhabiting the most dangerous criminals the world has ever known. 

Face filled with nothing but pure anxiety.

As she entered the facility, greeting some colleagues here and there., she stormed through to the changing rooms. Locking her bag away along with her jacket, which for some reason was drenched with sea water, made it smell salty and unwelcoming.

“I know you don't want to talk about it, but... I really don't want to trust some videos and, excuse me for my language, an asshole who deserves to be locked away more than you.”

“You are always a charmer,” Shinyo said, his muscles tensing. “Why should I tell you something you already know?”. After so much time has passed and the lack of humanity inside this hellhole except for one singular person, even Takami Shinyo has a hard time not dwelling in the comfort, especially since every second could be his last.

Sometimes he wondered what happened to the comforting face of his Nitsuki, his wife, his love of his life. Having long forgotten what the shape of her face or smell was, he couldn't even remember the last memory they shared together. 

All replaced by an image of a woman he should hate and distrust. Sky blue siren eyes that only lost their spark twice since they met. Blonde hair that has this rich rose gold shimmer when the cold light hits it, appearing warm and comforting. The smell of fresh air and newly washed clothes hanging in the summer breeze filled his nose whenever she entered the room. How he longed for her touch. The memory of his breakdown turned into a happy incident whenever he remembered how close he was to her, the warmth of her body pressing into him. Her fingers brushing through his sticky, unkempt hair.

And her heartbeat.

He never heard a heartbeat so intact with every emotion on display. How her lips spoke the truth, gently leading him away. A song and perhaps a sweet little lie weaved into her every word that he clung onto like a stray.

Every step that felt like running through a forest made her heart race faster. Breathing, something always so calm and natural, felt like a task Amaya wished to discard to someone more suitable for the job. Her eyes were scanning through every boring detail in halls and doors, especially the doors. Opening them as fast as possible, not fearing if there might be an alarm to set off if you work through the doors too quickly.

The silence in the small cell was calming. You could hear a small scratching of a pen on paper and the breathing of two people.

The man, Takami Shinyo, studied the face of his assigned therapist, Howashi Amaya. Noticing that despite all odds and his general sense of self-protection, she was indeed a beauty, many would lick their fingers to even talk to her, she was somehow familiar. A face made for a superstar. The best part for him, which didn’t include her appearance, was that she was incredibly smart at times and had a talent she didn’t use.

But her eyes…

Her eyes are sky blue.

It felt strangely empty in Tartarus—too empty. There are no guards patrolling, even most of the cameras seem to be forgotten. How strange.

The deeper Amaya went down, the more the prison felt like a lost place. Not even a sound from anyone could be heard. No talking, grunting, or even screams.

Reaching the correct level, a scream, shudder running down the spine of Amaya, a scream haunting her dreams just like all the images from every photo and recording she had to endure. Then followed silence.

With featherlight steps, stop in front of the big iron door. Her heart felt like a machine that had been running for a decade without any maintenance.

When the door burst open after several minutes, Amaya was promptly run over by a bloody and heaving animal… In reality, it was not an animal but Shinyo. Pressing his slightly taller body into her. Hands covered in blood and pupils as small as sandcorn.

Shinyo stared down at a wide-eyed Amaya. Listening to her heartbeat like he never had before, she was scared—a simple observation.

Cautiously, to not cause her more stress than necessary, he gently placed his blood covered hand on her cheek. Her skin was hot, and blood stayed out like a thorn on her skin. In secret desire, Shinyo found it to be incredibly hot to look at her like this, if he could ignore her damn heartbeat.

“Your eyes are really pretty, like the sky-”

"Sky,” they say in unison.

“Say no, and I'll stop, '' Shinyo whispered. Leaning closer into Amaya, he presses his body weight even more into her, trapping her. Ever so gently, his chapped and bruised lips touched hers. A pang of guilt spread in him, which he immediately stomped out like a fire, considering what happened earlier.

Her lips tasted like…

Like her. Nothing compared to anything he has ever tasted before, and it was just perfect. Soft lips and even softer skin. Able to smell more than her usual freshly washed clothes in the summer scent. No, he was able to smell even the smaller scents now. The paper and ink, the salty sea, the smell of a burlesque bar.

How could a woman he knew for five years now be so perfect in every way, even though her flaws are so evident? So infuriating, even.

A hunger like never before spread across Shinyo, clouding his mind. Abandoning her lips to kiss along her neck. One hand is going behind her neck, the other roaming over her body. A sweet yelp along with a sharp inhale left her lips—a sweet sound he wanted to hear more of.

“Shinyo”

He didn't hear.

“Shinyo!”

He didn’t stop.

"Takami!” she tried again. “Stop!". Her hands were already trying to push him away, he didn't even move an inch.

This time, though, he stopped. Looking down at her with big eyes.

“I... we... we shouldn't,” she said with a shaking voice. Gasping for air, cheeks flushed a pale pink.

Her rib cage moved in a calm pattern. Drawing in Shinyo's gaze as his foggy brain tried to analyze her words.

But once his brain finally connected the dots, he hovered over her in a more appropriate way, if that was even possible considering he basically just tried to eat her.

She started feeling another surge of fear crawling into her brain. She felt like she should have just let it happen, endured the pain, and don't complain. Who knows what he might do to her? After all, just because he didn't kill her now doesn-

A quick look inside the cell made her blood freeze. The fact that Shinyo immediately pushed her face away from the scene was just a second too late.

Lifeless eyes and a gory horror scene one hopes would never see.

“Don't look,” he said with a serious voice. “You shouldn't have to see that”

“I-is that Imawashi?”

“He was”

Amaya closed her eyes. Letting her thoughts ramble for any kind of solution or excuse. Calming her heartbeat by the second she chose one of her hopefully not so regrettable decisions.

“My ID is in my coat, the code is 54782.”

He stared down at her, not even sure if what he heard was the truth. Did Amaya really tell him the code for the door? Let alone, he needed an ID.

“I know the longer code, don't worry about me and go. Through all the green doors you see, until you can decide which elevator, take the one in the corner that looks way too old to be allowed in here.

There was no goodbye. Just a mutant with gorgeous red wings leaving the prison.

The highest security prison in the world.

He escaped Tartarus, a place no one leaves alive.

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Glittering highlighter was dabbed onto her skin with a soft and puffy brush. A golden shimmer was left behind, like expensive jewelry. 

The show outfit resembled a typical burlesque outfit, with feathers and gold. A corset fit snuggly on her upper body, displaying what little she had to offer.

Amaya moved into position, ready for the show to start.

The curtains opened, and the first people to recognize her cheered instantly. The music, along with the choreographed movements, burned into her brain like nothing else. A message  she needed to bring out into the world, hoping that one day it might be different again. The problem holding her longer captive than those red eyes she can't remove from her mind.

“You should take it as a compliment

If I were you, I would be more confident

You're lucky that you're pretty

Why are you obsessed with your appearance?

I don't wanna hear it, you're fine

It's been my best-kept secret for a while now

No one ever sees it, but it's all around

It's the dinner conversation no one talks about

Don't know how much longer I can keep this down

Beauty is a knife I've been holding by the blade

Swallowing my pride so I won't eat anything

It's all a lie, honestly, it's eating me alive

They're all like

"Did you change your hair?"

"Did you lose a little weight?"

"You should keep it up 'cause it really looks great"

I hate that I always look my best

When I'm dying on the inside

When I'm dying on the inside

I wish I could break the mirror

That makes me feel like I should fucking disappear

And drown my demons in a bathtub filled with tears

No matter what I try, they always seem to come back to life

What if I didn't do this to my body?

What if I quit and then you don't want me?

The dinner conversation no one talks about

Don't know how much longer I can keep this down

Beauty is a knife I've been holding by the blade

Swallowing my pride so I won't eat anything

It's all a lie, honestly, it's eating me alive

They're all like

"Did you change your hair?"

"Did you lose a little weight?"

"You should keep it up 'cause it really looks great"

I hate that I always look my best

When I'm dying on the inside

When I'm dying on the inside

When I'm dying on the inside

You should take it as a compliment

If I were you, I would be more confident

You're lucky that you're pretty

Why are you obsessed with your appearance?

I don't wanna hear it, you're fine

Beauty is a knife I've been holding by the blade

Swallowing my pride so I won't eat anything

It's all a lie, honestly, it's eating me alive

They're all like

"Did you change your hair?"

"Did you lose a little weight?"

"You should keep it up 'cause it really looks great"

I hate that I always look my best

When I'm dying on the inside”

Applause held a feeling that should have its own word. It brings joy, a confirmation for the artist that whatever was presented was enjoyable.

It had been a long time since Amaya has been able to enjoy the praise. No longer was there this bitter aftertaste like before.

With lots of air kisses and waving the audience goodbye, she left the stage. Feeling the afterglow of the performance in the air. All the other artists started to compliment her.

She quickly made her way back to her room, discarding the sweat drenched costume in a corner. Putting on a tight fitting black dress, a cutout in the front.

In a silence that, of course, was filled with chatter from the outside, she calmed down in peace. But the peace was not meant for long because Amaya remembered something. Endeavour, along with any trace of Shinyo, was missing. Minori never answered her phone as well. Amaya was so desperate at that point that she even tried to contact Harima, Minoris' husband.

But nothing.

Amaya scratched her neck. This was way too stressful for an outsider. But she wasn't an outsider, it was her fault since the beginning of all that happened. She should have never gotten involved with a criminal in the first place.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Come in,” she said.

The nice bartender opened the door, having an apologetic smile. “Sorry to interrupt, but someone wants to see you.”

She tilted her head. Since there was no other choice but to find out who wanted to see her, Amaya decided it would be best to just get to this someone. In secret, she hoped it was Shinyo, Minori, or even Endeavour.

When she entered the bar, it was strangely empty. Less than a handful of people.

Walking over to the bar, where a tall man with a white suit was standing beside him. Leaning against the counter, she looks up to him.

“You wanted to see me?" she said. As he looked down on her she could tell something inside her told her to run away.

“Yes, you are Howashi Amaya, correct?”

“That's me”

“Say… Do you know Takami Shinyo?”

“... Why?”

“It is just that I would like to talk to him, even if you don't know where he is right now, I still like to know what the bird sang in prison.”

He is dangerous.

“I don't know him,” Amaya said as soon as she came to the conclusion.

“Huh,” he hummed. He placed his hand in a caressing way on her forearm. “And here I thought you worked with him, as his therapist in Tartarus.”

“I-” She can't move.

“How about we talk in private, yeah? I am sure you won't mind singing for me,” he chuckled, adding one last thing “How rude of me, little lady, My name is Junto, and don't worry, you will not forget.”

[final-girl96]

Killer Geek Chapter Seven

Woodsboro High School

It wasn't a pleasant ride to school; Billy was pissy and complained about how he wasn't getting attention from his girlfriend. I was glad when he parked the Camaro in a parking spot. Because as soon as the car stopped I was opening my door, getting out, and shutting the door before he could say anything else. When I got inside, I walked up the stairs, and walked straight ahead towards my locker. I stopped half-way when I saw a figure standing beside it, head tilted towards the floor, a rose in their hand.

I was about to turn around to go back down the stairs but Parker lifted his head and looked eyes with me. “Yn!” I let out a ling sigh and refrained from rolling my eyes, then I walked the rest of the away down the hall to my locker. “This is for you as an apology for last night.” He handed me the rose and I gently took it. “Um…thanks.” Turning towards my locker, I out in my combination and opened it. “So, I was wondering if, maybe, you'd like to go on a date this weekend…with me?” He sounded so hopeful. I almost hadn't to have to decline his offer.…almost. “I would but I have plans this weekend. We're going up to our families cabin.”

That's not true. I don't have plans this weekend. Not unless you count sitting in my room room read and write. Maybe watch a movie. Ignore my brother at all costs so I don't need to listen to him bitch. I would hang out with Casey, but she'll be too busy with Stu, probably fucking like nasty little rabbits.

“Oh.” That's it. That's the only response I get. Now I am feeling bad. Fuck! I am going to regret the next words that come out of my mouth. “We could go tomorrow night. I don't have work.” I hate myself. Just kill me. Why the hell am I like this?! “Yeah?” A smile spreads across his face, eyes bright and full of hope. I just nodded and tried to smile. I have no interest in this guy what's-so-ever. “Yeah, pick me up at seven.” Now he has that cocky look. You know the one.

The one where they get a side smile, run their tongue along their bottom lip, and the bit it, all while rubbing their hands together. “Seven it is gorgeous!” Then he was running down the hall to his buddies. I just made a huge mistake. Now I am going to have to talk Billy and all our friends into going up to the cabin this weekend just so none of us are seen in town. Hopefully nobody has plans. I grabbed my stuff I would need for my first few classes and headed to Enligh.

When lunch rolled around I went outside to meet with everyone at the fountain. When I got there Billy was sitting with his elbows on his knees looking at the ground, hands balled into fists. Stu sat beside him with his arm around Casey. Casey never really fit into this group. Sidney was sitting with Tatum and Randy was in between Casey and Tatum. “Hey?” Billy looked up at me and his face was set in a hard look, jaw clenched, eyes full of hatred. Casey jumped up and came over to hug me. “Hey, you! Where were you this morning?”

“Um, I went straight to my locker then went to class early to look over my assignment. What's happening here?” I asked. “Nothing,” Billy snapped. “Okay, well, I have a little problem,” I said. “What's the problem?” Randy asked. I bit my bottom lip and took a deep breath. “Parker asked me out for this weekend.” I held up my hand before anyone could say anything. “I told him I couldn't because I had plans.” I looked over at Billy. “I told him we would be up at the cabin. So I was thinkinng…if nobody has any plans we could drive up after school Friday and stay until Sunday.”

“I don't have anything to do,” Randy said. I smiled at him and looked to Tatum and Sidney. “I don't have anything going on. Can I bring Eric?” Tatum asked. Eric was a guy she way currently seeing, that she swears shes not dating. Stu and Casey opted in saying they didn't have anything going on. Billy was looking over at Sidney. We were all looking at Sidney, waiting for her to say something. “Come on, Sid, it'll be good for you to get away from here for a couple days,” Tatum said. Sid sighed and nodded her head, “yeah, okay.”

I looked over at Billy and he rolled his eyes. “Fine. I'll talk to dad about it.” I smiled and felt a little relief. “Oh, I have one more problem.” They all looked at me, waiting for me to elaborate. “I told him I'd go on a date with him Thursday.” Casey elbowed Stu in the ribs when he went to laugh, Billy rolled his eyes, which is nothing new. But Randy's reaction caught my attention the most. His fingers curled in towards his palms, jaw ticked as he clenched his teeth together.

I sat down between Casey and Randy. “Wyo'd you agree to go out with that creep in The first place?” Randy asked. I looked at him and shrugged. “I don't know. I mean he's just goimg to keep asking me out. Maybe if I go out with him once and show him I'm not enjoying myself then he'll leave me alone.” He scoffed at that and shook his head. “Guys like him don't take no for an answer, yn. So what are you going to do when he tries to male a move on you and you refuse so he decides take what he wants anyway?”

I didn't know what to say to that. I've never seen Randy act or talk like that. He was normally calm and kind. He was the movie geek of the group, knows everything about moives, especially horror movies. “If he does he'll be fucking dead.” Everyone's heads snapped over to Billy. He wasn't looking at anyone. His head was down while he pulled a string from his shirt. “Once you find out where he's taking you, let me know and I'll follow along. If you get uncomfortable just give me a signal and I'll step in.” With that he got up and walked back towards the school.

[just-call-me-johnny-archive]

Finding a salon that could do what they wanted hadn't been easy. Most places didn't dabble in that sort of craft and if they did, it costed a lot more than Johnny was willing to pay for something he wasn't even sure he'd want in a few weeks, let alone months. Overall, it was beginning to seem like they just weren't met to get the certain style they wanted, until they found Gaia's.

Gaia's is the sort of place where people of all species and races come to get any sort of cosmetic work done. They grow, pluck, wax, tweeze, tease, oil, grease, braid, chop, trim, powder, fluff or whatever else you'd like. For a humble cost one got a new appearance that would be sure to surprise them while still technically giving them what they want. Results did vary. But the reviews were mainly positive.

Johnny booked themself under J.D. and anxiously waited in the sitting room for a good hour as other clients came through the back door looking drastically different. One person got what seemed to be like a treatment to make them grow hair all over and their partner seemed rather pleased when they saw them emerge.

The next person their eel-like head tendrils braided beautifully and colored with a vibrant red that admittedly came nowhere near as gorgeous as Leera's, but still looked rather nice.

Person after person came and went and each time Johnny had to really look to recognize them and just as the pit of fear and regret was about to have him running for the ship, Gaia called him forward.

Evidently, the back of the salon was not filled with busy hair stylists or cosmetologists. There was only one chair in the room, in the center, under a mysterious looking device.

Johnny sat in the chair and waited for whoever would be working on him to come forth. He noticed with increasing dread that there were no tools in sight. No dryers, no scissors, no clips, nothing that even remotely resembled the usual salon he's been to in the distant past on Earth or even on Lazuroth.

"What is it that you desire most from your time here," said a voice seemingly from nowhere. A thick, sparkling pinkish fog rolled in gentle waves.

"Uhm... a new look?" Johnny eyed the strange substance that had poured into the room and his regret doubled.

"We are all looking forward to something new, child. Tell me why? Are you trying to impress someone? Are you running away from something? Do you want to be someone else?"

Johnny sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Look. I'm not- there's no other reason for me to be here than to just- get something new. A new hairstyle, new color. Whatever. I'm not trying to impress someone. I'm not... running away. I'm... well I've never really liked myself, but that's not entirely tied to my appearance- anyways."

"Now then tell me, dear, what part of you causes you to hate looking in the mirror?"

"How did you-" Johnny sputtered as he looked flustered, "There isn't even a mirror here, how could you make an assumption like that?"

"Exactly. You don't want to look in one, so you made up your mind that there shouldn't be one in here with you. My salon only ever changes to suit each client's needs. For some reason, you chose there to be nothing but a chair. No other people. Not even a visible stylist. You don't want to be seen or see yourself at all, even in the reflection of shears."

Johnny sat in silence. His eyes were pointed down to his feet. Gaia was right. He really hadn't wanted to be recognized or perceived. He wanted the impossible- to alter his appearance but not have to see it or others have to see it.

"Okay," they said finally, "You've got me. I hate myself and I hate people looking at me. What does any of this have to do with getting my hair done?"

"Much more than you think. Do you wish to hate yourself less with your time here? Do you wish to blend in even more to avoid the gaze of a room? I can make anything you wish for happen, Mx. J.D., you just have to tell me." Gaia's voice flowed and crashed against Johnny as he absorbed the underlying message. What was he really there for? What had him wanting to change anything at all?

So many things. But he knew at least two of them.

"Ever since I got my natural color back, every time I look in the mirror, I see... I see him. I see who I used to be. I see this weak boy who couldn't defend himself- who just let people hurt him left and right. I see this kid that nobody loves while he stupidly believes he knows what love is. Him- that-that Nny- I held onto being him so long. I know better now- that I'm not him, that he's not me- not anymore at least. But I hate him. I don't want any part of him." Johnny gripped the armrests on the salon chair as tears started to trek down his cheeks.

Suddenly, he felt someone's hands slowly teasing at his blue locks, just running their fingers through Johnny's hair and back to the shorter parts. The touch didn't feel invasive or intimate but also not mechanical or clinical. It felt friendly and helpful.

"I see. And is it just the color that makes you feel this self-hatred? Is it just this boy that you used to be and the memories that he holds that you're trying to get away from? Or is there something else you're after? Perhaps something happier?"

Johnny smiled as he felt the hands now take a comb and brush his hair back in slow motions. Not a single tangle snags nor pulls. There was something...

"I know that I don't owe anyone androgyny. That no matter what I do to change my appearance, the people I know care most about me won't see me any differently. But I'm scared. What if they hate it? What if it's too much too soon?"

Gaia hums, running rivers of an unseen color through Johnny's hair, not getting a drop out of place or on his person. The dye takes wonderfully, showing a true match for the person wearing it. Gaia knows best even when their clients initially do not.

"If it makes you happy, then I doubt that they will hate it, child. And hair, especially here, is as easy and persuasive as a wave. As for change, it comes when you need it most. Never too soon or too late. Even if it feels like the opposite. Trust in yourself to know when to embrace it."

Johnny's eyes pinched closed even tighter when he felt a piece of his hair fall against his cheek on either side and on the back of his neck. His hair felt fuller and longer. He still couldn't see what was happening, still too scared to embrace the new changes that he wanted most.

"We are done here, Mx. J.D., I hope that your experience has been pleasant and that you are satisfied with what you've chosen. The door is open whenever you are ready.

Johnny's heart raced as he got out of the chair and stepped back into the waiting room. He'd already paid so that he could just get out. His eyes were still closed as he felt his way out of the shop, ignoring anyone who might have been looking or gawking.

Once he was out of earshot of the music coming out of the salon, he opened his eyes and walked to his ship. He felt the weight of his new hair, the sides that were sliding against his chin and below it, tickling his shoulders. His heart especially pounded at the purple-pinkish color that he saw in his peripheral vision.

They had to get home they had to get home now.

They landed on Serpens without incident or sight of their partners or sons and snuck into the room with their head under the covers. They can't believe they just did that. Oh God- they're such an idiot!

Johnny created a good beanie to stuff all of his new bob into and tucked it tight against his forehead. He was determined to not let anyone know where he went and what changed.

That was until they realized- their card is still attached to Dwight's account. And of course, just like before, the charge had been sent to his alerts.

They were dead.

[tired-teacher-blog]

Hi Teach!

I feel greedy to ask again so soon, but could I perhaps request a NSFW tale involving Shinsou x reader? I have no specifics other than the character, thought it might be fun to see what your lovely mind cooks up for the mini Aizawa in the making? 😁

Much love! ❤️

Hi sweetie! First of all I want to apologize for taking too long 😭 Also, you have no idea how grateful I am that you decided to send me another request! I had so much fun with it so I hope you like it. *Kisses*

Title : Misunderstanding

Characters : Shinsou/ Fem reader

Genre : NSFW/ +18/ Fluff/ Angst

Summary : Shinsou's cool and laid-back personality becomes the reason for a huge argument between you two. You try your hardest to get him riled up and you succeed, but what happens when the tables turn and you regret your doings?

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist

_ "Is this okay?" You beamed, twirling around to show off your cute little dress.

_ "I like it, looks so good on you love." Hitoshi commented kissing your temple and flashing a tired smile.

Was that it? Was he not questioning your ridiculously revealing outfit?

Truthfully, you've only bought that dress as a way to make him jealous. Yes! Jealous. It's probably stupid of you to go as far as to spend a fortune on something you're not even planning on wearing. But there you were, 100 thousand yen short and a failed mission.

_ "I thought I should wear it tonight for Mina's party, so what do you think?" You pushed a bit more, hoping he would object.

_ "Yeah sure." He shrugged plopping down on the couch and flipping through the TV channels.

You wanted to punch him at that point, why was he unbothered? This was the complete opposite of what you hoped.

You and Hitoshi have been together for years, ever since you two were students in UA.

He's your coworker, your best friend, and the love of your life, and you are the happiest when you're with him. If only..

If only he would get a little possessive every once in a while.. if only he would get jealous when someone hits on you.. if only he would get mad when one of your coworkers is a little too friendly with you.

And it's not that he doesn't love or care enough about you -he does- but it's just not in his nature to be controlling or clingy.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.

_ "Wow! Y/n look at you! You're gorgeous."

_ "Really sexy! You should wear things like this more often."

_ "Amazing dress! It must've cost a lot."

_ "You look amazing! Come on let's take a picture together."

_ "Hi beautiful, come join us."

The compliments kept coming your way from girls and guys alike, and you had to power through them offering forced smiles each time someone approached you.

You enjoyed none of it, the only person whose opinion mattered was the one who didn't really care.

To be honest, you hated the dress. It was too uncomfortable, too revealing, and too fucking expensive. You just wanted to be home so you could take it off and never put it on again.

You wanted to cry, and you were about to, when a strong arm pulled you away from everyone else and you found yourself in an empty secluded room.

_ "What.. Hitoshi, what are you doing?" You couldn't understand his behavior, his eyes were flaming with anger and his grip on your shoulders hurt you.

You reached out a hesitant hand seeking to smooth his clenched jaws.

_ "What's the problem Hitoshi?"

_ "You're the problem! Is this what you wanted? To have everyone ogling you?" His voice raised and it honestly scared you.

You've never seen him that way before and you were afraid someone might find out what was happening.

_ "Please keep it down Hitoshi don't make a scene." He remained silent, and you weren't sure if it was that he had come back to his senses or if he simply had nothing more to say.

You dragged him out gently before bidding everyone goodbye and heading home.

You exchanged no words the whole way back. You were nervous -extremely so- but why would you be? Honestly? Wasn't this what you wanted? To get him all riled up? There! Mission accomplished.

However, you weren't as satisfied as you thought you'd be. He was upset, and that's on you.

You kept thinking of ways to explain yourself to him, but everything you thought of made you seem like a bitch..

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.

_ "Hitoshi, listen to me, I'm.." You opened your mouth to apologize but were cut off mid sentence by his lips on yours. You barely managed to close the door and kick off your shoes when he jumped on your startled form and pinned you against the wall.

_ "I don't wanna hear it." His lips traveled down to latch on your neck while his hands roamed your body eagerly.

He wasn't rough or swift, but he was persistent, as if trying to prove a point.

_ "Please listen to me, Hitoshi, just wait a minute." You struggled to push him away: "I was miserable the whole evening!" You cried out and he finally halted his movements, taking a few steps back and looking intensely into your eyes as he awaited your explanation.

_ "To be honest I don't even like how I look right now! I hate this dress, I feel so exposed, and all the attention I got tonight was discomforting." You gritted your teeth in an attempt to force your tears back.

_ "Then why.." He sounded genuinely confused.

_ "Because of you! Because you're an idiot! Because you don't care enough! Because I wanted to make you jealous but ended up hurting us both instead, and for that I'm really sorry.." Your voice trailed off and your eyes burnt as the lump in your throat suffocated you.

Hitoshi was stiff and tense hearing your words, but fortunately not for long. He cautiously approached you again, cupping your cheeks and lifting your head up.

_ "We're both idiots I guess." He heaved a sigh before carrying on: "You thought I didn't care? Really? How can I be indifferent to the person I love the most?" He lowered his gaze as his voice softened: "But I guess this one is on me. I screwed up didn't I? I made you feel insecure and doubtful.." He looked up again, eyes apologetic as he spoke: "I love you and I trust you, that's why I've never questioned anything. But I ended up burdening you rather than giving you comfort."

You could see his jaws clenching while he searched his brain for what to say next, so you took his hands in yours and smiled: "It's okay Hitoshi, I know how you feel about me so don't force yourself and act in a way you're not comfortable with. This whole thing was just me being a brat, sorry."

_ "No honey, your feelings are valid.. so if you allow me I'll dispel your fears."

What was that supposed to mean? You had absolutely no idea.

You wanted to know, but was again cut off with a kiss, a gentle one.

You melted into it, and all thoughts had left your mind except for one: him.

His arms sneaked around your waist pulling you closer to his chest.

_ "I'll show you." He whispered to a still confused you.

You didn't care anymore, you gave in to him and allowed him to do as he pleased.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him again, biting his lip and feeling his smirk as you did.

_ ".. to.shi.." His name came out in a moan when he picked you up and walked straight to your bedroom, lips moving to your jaw and down to your neck.

He placed you gently on top of the sheets and circled around the bed, taking his sweet time removing his clothes.

You sat up watching him eagerly as you proceeded to rid yourself of your own garments.

_ "Oh no no no babe, don't take it off, I'll be tearing it to pieces myself." He licked his lips suggestively and you froze in place.

He climbed on the bed with you, spreading your legs at once and positioning himself between them. All you could do was admire the sight before your eyes.

He slipped his hands along your naked legs and moved them up slowly until he reached your butt. Your eyes were still on his naked body observing the way his muscles flexed with each tiny move he made.

He squeezed your ass cheeks and leaned down to kiss your lips. You laced your fingers through his hair and pulled gently as his mouth traveled down to your neck.

_ "Hitoshi.." You closed your eyes and let out an airy moan, enjoying the tingly feeling on your skin.

His hands moved under your little dress, grazing your sides until they reached your breasts. He squeezed the plumpy boobs, swirling his thumbs around your nipples until they went hard.

You cried out his name over and over again like a mantra, and you didn't even care how desperate you sounded.

_ "You're mine, all mine." He growled against your throat: "Everything about you belongs to me." He stopped for a moment to move back up: "Your eyes." He whispered, placing soft pecks on each of your lids: "Your nose." Another one on the sniffling tip: "Your cheeks." Two more on your flushed skin: "Your lips." He spoke against them before kissing you deeply.

You were lost in his touch, and all you wanted was for the moment to never end.

His hands finally left your breasts and you whimpered due to the loss of touch.

_ "Easy babe, I'm not done yet." He smirked, fingers running against your skin until he reached your panties.

He hooked his fingers through the hem of your lace underwear, bringing it down and leaving you exposed.

A gust of cold air brushed your pussy and you desperately tried to pull your ridiculously short dress down, but you failed.

_ "It is too short." His teasing voice spoke to no one in particular.

You squirmed and screamed when his head dived under your dress. It was strangely arousing, not seeing what he was about to do to you.

You bit the back of your hand and tilted your head back, anticipating his next move.

His lips grazed the sensitive skin of your inner thighs before his tongue licked a perfect stripe along your gushing pussy.

_ "Please.." You didn't even know what you were begging for exactly, but he wasn't going to let it slide.

_ "What is it honey? Tell me clearly." He spoke against your glistening clit and all you could do was bite down harder on your own hand.

He lifted his head up, smirking as he gazed at your trembling form, and without a warning whatsoever, he fisted the hem of your dress and ripped it apart in one move.

_ "Perfect." He stated almost inaudibly but you caught it.

His arms roamed your body greedily: "Can I tell you something? Tonight, when all of them were complimenting you, do you wanna know what I was thinking? I was thinking about activating my quirk on them and make them leave.. You belong to me, you're no one else's." He sounded desperate, as if waiting for you to reassure him.

His words might've seemed obsessive, but you knew what he meant.. because you know him.

You sat up, cradling his face and smiling brightly:

_ "Yes, I'm yours and you're mine. Your eyes are the only ones I want on me, your lips are the only ones I want kissing me, and your touch is the only one I want to feel."

His expressions softened and he gently pushed you back on the bedspread, his body flush against yours.

You wanted him inside you, and you weren't afraid to show it. You clawed his shoulders and arched your back until you felt his raging hard cock touching your pussy.

He took the hint and spread your legs further, running his tip along your fluttering clit a few times before pushing in slowly.

You whimpered biting his neck and begging him to start moving.

His pace was slow and steady. He was gentle with you, same as always.

_ "Hitoshi.. I love you.. I love you so much.." You cried out between deep thrusts.

He groaned, nuzzling your hair as his arms sneaked under your back and pulled you closer.

You felt secure, loved, complete. You wanted nothing more.

His pushes quickened, signaling his approaching orgasm.

_ "Ah fuck y/n!" His aroused voice brought you closer to your own blissful ending.

_ "Kiss.. Toshi.. p.. please." You barely managed to speak, you wanted his lips on yours at once, and so did he.

He kissed your cheek first, a sweet loving reassuring peck before locking your lips together.

His tongue sneaked into your mouth and played with your own while his thrusts became erratic as you tightened around him.

_ "I'm cumming! Hitoshi!" You broke the kiss, throwing your head back and scratching his arms when you finally reached your high.

_ "Me too babe.. ugh." He gave a few more pushes before pulling out and releasing on your tummy.

He collapsed on top of you, arms still around your body, as yours were around his neck.

_ "Hitoshi, I'm sorry, I was immature and unintentionally hurt you."

_ "No honey, you did nothing wrong. It's me, I was clueless and ended up troubling you." He kissed the top of your head before turning on his back and bringing you with him.

You smiled, resting your cheek on his chest and listening to his stabilizing heartbeat.

_ "Let's always tell each other if something is troubling us, please."

_ "That's a promise babe."

And you two meant it. As much as it hurt you, what happened earlier was something you'll always be grateful for.

@delirious-donna

[fly-like-a-phoenix]

House of Lust (part 5)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader.

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: spoilers from Quills, some mentions of sex, things will go a little wild from here...

"Excuse me, madmoiselle." François said. "But I don't really understand anything. My parents said you will---"

"Oh, yeah. Your parents, yeah." Odelle interrupted him. "They... They came here two weeks ago, maybe more, before leaving to Spain. Are you hungry, Abbé?"

His stomach was grunting. He was thirsty too. He hadn't drink anything since the morning. But he needed some answers from those women wearing their nightgowns.

"Who are you two? Why am I here?" He said, his voice deeper than never.

"Come with us. You too, Y/N." Josephine said. But you stepped in front of François, covering him from your sisters view.

"He asked you two questions. Answer him, Odelle." You said. Knowing your sisters, you will try to protect him to all costs.

"My name is Odelle, and she's my sister Josephine. And it seems you already know Y/N, the little one. You knew us all, Abbé. But let me explain you better in the dinning room."

François and you shared a look. You nodded with your head, walking right next to him while he zipped his shirt. You weren't going to let him alone with them.

François saw the large hallways, admiring them. The walls were full of paintings, but there were not enough lights to see them properly. Some red courtains covered the windows, not letting the moon light enter the house.

And then you all arrived to the giant dinning room. A large table was in the middle, at least thirty chairs surrounding it. Josephine moved her hand to him, inviting him to sit.

"Y/N, can you bring him some food?" Odelle said, siting next to him. "As I was saying, we knew you from before. The three of us went to that theatre play in Charenton five years ago. We thought we were seeing The Happy Shoemaker, but actually you allowed the presentation of the Marquis de Sade play.

"I didn't allowed it. I didn't knew the inmates prepared another play to mock about doctor Roger-Collard and his young wife. I didn't---"

"Shh, shh. Whatever you say, Abbé. But let me finish. That play, those moments, seeing everyone enjoying it, and some quotes said from the actors... That changed us completely."

"It changed you both, Odelle." You said, bringing a plate with potatoes, a piece of meat and bread, letting it in front of François. "Don't talk for me, please. I was just sixteen years old, and I didn't care so much about---"

"Let me finish, then, if you think you didn't change too."

The silence crowned the large room for a few seconds. You looked at your sister with hate. You did hate her, actually. Because of many things.

"As I was saying before my sister interrupted me," said, as she didn't do it before with you and him. "That Marquis' play changed us. We started to read more of his work, you know? More of those hundreds of stories he had to tell. And then, we started to believe different, to feel the world and see it with other eyes. Seeing that we're just here to enjoy the carnal pleasures."

François looked at you, but you were with a hand in your face, trying not to see him or your sisters and not showing the shame you were feeling. Josephine continued what Odelle was saying.

"It's like a creed, Abbé. A creed based on lust, greed and violence. And we believe in it, as many other friends of ours do. You are pale, Abbé. Are you okay? Is the food alright?"

François was breathing heavier. He remembered that horrendous play very well. The Marquis, with Madeline's help, used the inmates to perfom those blaspheming performances that made Roger-Collard angry with him.

"This is the House of Lust in France, Abbé. Many people come here to satiate their thirst for sex and perversion. We help them to do it. And we enjoy it a lot too, just as the Marquis used to say."

"You're damn crazy, all of you!" He said, getting what Josephine just told him.

"Abbé, I'm not part of---"

"Shut up, Y/N." Odelle interrupted you again. "What were you saying, Abbé?"

"Please, stop calling me Abbé. I don't have that charge anymore. What am I doing here, for Christ sake?"

Josephine left her chair, and went to stand just behind François, letting her hands in his shoulders. Odelle touched his hand with her fingers slowly, her nails scratching the skin, hurting him a little.

"Your parents asked us to help you, that's true." Odelle said. "But they didn't know about our... activities this month. And you, as a man who took the vows, have never experienced things like we do. You're still innocent and pure, even if your body doesn't feel like that. And you got free and arrived the Villa just at the perfect moment to discover those feelings.

"What the hell are you talking about? I just wanted a place to sleep and eat something. I think I'm going to Paris again..." He responded, trying to get up. But Josephine stopped him, sitting him again.

"Now, Abbé, are you going to be a good boy and accept we're helping you? or you are going to try to escape? It's not gonna be easy, tho. Guards are everywhere, and we're not letting a cute virgin guy like you to come to this house and let you go like that. He have to taste you, you know what I mean. Or we kill you right now and we say to your parents you were killed by a thief. You choose."

François looked at you again. This time, you were seeing him too. Not only shame in your face, but fear. You nodded again, convincing him not only to stay in there, accept and survive, but also that you were in the same situation, under their threat.

"Alright, mesdemoiselles. I see I don't have other option. What do I have to do?"

"For now, just go to sleep. You arrived late, and every room in the Villa is full of our guests. We don't have other, maybe the dungeon. But I think Y/N doesn't mind he can sleep in her room. Do you, Y/N?"

You saw the young man with pity. What a poor lad! Just getting out of his unjust imprisonment to get beaten and now under the power of those mad women that your sisters were.

"It's okay." You answered, knowing that in your bedroom, at least, he will be safe for some hours. And that you both could plan a way to escape.

"Amazing! But will you let her fuck him, Odelle?" Josephine said, as if he was just a toy. "We should take care of that first."

"And we will, sister. We will. Tomorrow we will see how we start him in this. They can do whatever they want. But as I see it, she's too shy even to touch herself, so I don't think she will do nothing. And he... well, he can't do nothing without our permission. So don't you dare to do nothing to our little sister, Abbé. You're still a priest to her, until she doesn't respect those vows. She never wanted to be part of our creed, but she's our sister, and we love her. Are we clear?"

François couldn't believe all that was happening. How could people be so sick? You see them on the streets, walking, shopping, being arrogant assholes. And then, you learn how depraved they are, as Roger-Collard and Madeline herself.

"What will happen tomorrow?" Said he, scared.

"It's a surprise, my dear." Josephine responded. "For now, finish you dinner, go and sleep. Recover from that beaten you took. And wait for us. Tomorrow you will get a bath and new clothes."

Josephine squeezed his shoulders, and left with Odelle, both talking low and laughing while they went to their bedrooms.

François kept his eyes in the plate, looking at the meal in shock. What did he got into? He just needed some help his parents promised. What a fuckminded friends they got!

You served him some wine, and gave it to him. He drank it quickly, feeling the sweet savour going through his throat, waiting for you to say something.

"I'm sorry, François. I'm truly sorry. I don't even know if your parents really came here and talked with these two harpies. Maybe that isn't even true. But I should have taken you out of here as soon as I recognized you."

François looked at you in awe. He couldn't believe you were so different to them. He took your hand with care, and smiled even if he didn't knew what your sisters will do to him the day after.

"Is other people in here?" He asked.

"Around seventy guests of the famous House of Lust my sisters run. God damn it, I can't believe this is not an awful dream. They've being doing this since the last five years. And it's so wicked that I can't believe is real. I fear all them."

"Well, I can't believe you're so different to them. It's true you're not part of this madness." Said he, smiling again with pain in his eyes. "So you think we can't get through this? I'll help you escape if you help me."

Your prayers were answered! This young man you felt attracted to five years ago was going to got through many things these days, but you both will go out that Villa, that was for sure.

He finished dinner in silence, you looking at him, admiring his factions and manners. He was in prison a lot of time, but he was still a gentleman.

He decided to sleep in the divan you cured his face before. He didn't want to disturb you. But he was the most normal man in that house at the moment.

You regretted talking about him to your sisters that time after the play five years ago. Maybe him being in there was all your fault.

"That priest is really gorgeous." You said to them when you were at the carriage, leaving Charenton. "I wish he hadn't taken the vows. Maybe we could know each other and have been friends."

Your sisters seemed to take this seriously, because when they knew he could get out of the asylum, they took advantage of it.

And now, there he was, a prisoner again, like you were those last years, of your own family. Hopefully, his mind would not get so dirty those days as his body covered of mud when he was out the Villa a few hours ago.

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[wonkookiemon]

Nothing But Trouble

|Chapter 1|

Not So New Girl

• Prologue| 1 | 2 | 3 |

• Masterlist

Opening your eyes you shot up from your bed and gazed at the time cursing under your breathe.

How many times did you press the snooze? Groaning you looked at the clock and saw it was 3:30, running late to work again for the second time this week.

“Apollo, why didn’t you wake mommy up you bitch? Hmm?” Your dog Apollo tilted his head up to stare at you blankly.

“I worry about you”, the dog was a year old and he still didn’t get the whole dog concept down.

Grabbing your phone off the charger you dialed Mr. Kim’s store number.

“Hello Y/n, just get here when you can darling” you smiled wearily at how kind and caring he is.

“Thank you Mr. Kim, I’ll be there as quick as I can!”

Rushing to the shower you got ready in lightning speed, reaching the store ten minutes after your shift started.

“Ten after, that’s a new record newbie” Taehyung laughed as you put your backpack in the employee locker.

“What’s the excuse this time?” Jungkook chimes in taking a bite from the apple in his hand.

“None of your business dumb and dumber” you rolled your eyes at the two men.

“Ouch, baby got bite” Jungkook smirked.

“-and back?!” Taehyung laughs while attempting to look at your rear end.

“Pigs” you scoffed

“Come on y/n, you don’t give yourself enough credit-“ Jungkook said seriously.

“Was that an actual compliment? I must be dreaming? And I’ve been working here for 3 months now so I’m no longer a newbie.”

Interrupting your conversation was the click in the overhead intercom.

“Breaks over boys, get back to work- Oh and good afternoon y/n”

The three of you broke out in fits of laughter. “Yo he’s for real like some Jedi” your head still tilted back with giggles.

“Nawwww he’s more like a secret ninja” Taehyung smirks while opening the break room door.

“After you newb” Jungkook outstretches his arm.

“You’re too kind” you smiled cheaply.

Today was going to be a long shift.

Later that evening

“Y/n are you sure you don’t want to go to the party with me?” Taehyung asks charmingly. He always new just how to charm you into shit.

“Oooooh, well whose going to be there?” You asked.

“Well no one you know” he shrugged. You always knew Kim Taehyung was popular but you just didn’t know to what extent. All you knew was the little indicators you interfered about him through working with him at the store.

He was practically made out of money. From the Gucci cologne he wore to the Gucci wallet. You even caught him wearing Yves Saint Laurent shades hanging on the bridge of his nose right now.

“Taehyung let me ask you a question?”

“Yeah, I’m listening” his attention switched from his phone back to you as you walked through the lot in search for your parking.

“If you have all of this money, why do you work with Jungkook and his dad, I’ve already figured out that you aren’t his brother by process of elimination. Starting with the fact that you don’t look alike-“

“I was adopted y/n” you stopped in your tracks and looked up at his face in shock.

“-Mr. Jeon took me in after I was left at his doorstep. I was practically left for dead in the New York winter-Anyway he took me in and a couple years later he and his wife had Jungkook-“

“The money Taehyung, I’m talking about how you got all this money for Yves Saint Laurent shades, what? Don’t those cost like $200 bucks?”

“-they cost $620”

“What the fuck bro $620 I could pay rent with that kind of cash”

“Can you let me finish women!”

“Alright okay, okay finish” you laughed nudging his shoulder lightly. Taehyung sighed slightly annoyed by your interrupting.

“My real parents came looking for me, guess they regretted everything and wanted to bring me back into the family. Jungkook and I were in some pretty bad trouble at the time and needed the money. Long story short we the fortune they promised me would only be released if I care back to the family. So we stole it”

“Wait? How much did you take?” You stood there shocked at Taehyung’s “cool as a cucumber” persona.

“All of it baby” he smirked with a shrug.

“Do you mind me asking how much. Like how many zeros are we talking?”

“We lost count after 10 mil, there are still some left we didn’t count, it’s probably gonna take us a couple more months.”

“Wow. Your acting is getting better and better each day. Like Taehyung you don’t have to lie about your wealth. Matter of fact that won’t change the way I seee you period.”

“You really don’t believe me-I mean alright” Taehyung rolled his eyes.

“So the party?” You asked grabbing your keys from the pocket of your purse.

“Oh yeah, it’s in the upper east side so you have to look smashing. Free booze and weed. What do ya say- SAY YES CUS YOU HAVE NO CHOICE”

“Get in” you tried keeping a neutral face but failed miserably as the two of you got into your car.

The drive back to your house was filled with music and laughs, that was until you pulled into the parking garage Taehyung went silent as he stared at you intently. Trying not to embarrass him for staring you cleared your throat and looked up at him.

“Let’s go” you smiled cheaply.

“Yeah let’s” He replies back nibbling in his lower lip sensually. Bringing your gaze back to his eyes you shifted as you saw the slight glint in his dark eyes.

“Stop it”

“What y/n, stop what huh?”

“Stop looking at me like that” you tried your best to sound at least some form of convincing but the shakiness in your voice exposed the slight fear.

“Why can’t I stare at you?” Taehyung asked loudly.

“-I have free will and with that free will I choose to stare at your fucking gorgeous face. Problem?”

“Taehyungggggggg” you couldn’t keep a straight face not even if you were promised all the gold in the world. The connection you had with him was just that amazing.

After your laughter died down Taehyung spoke up. “I love you for real y/n”

“I love you too bro” you smiled pulling his firm cheek.

“C’mon we gotta go find my outfit” quickly you got out the car without looking back to see if Taehyung was following. Smiling to yourself you knew he was right there behind you without even having to look back.

That’s one thing about him you loved the most.

His loyalty.

10-4, no switchin' sides

Feel somethin' wrong

You actin' shifty, you don't ride

With me no more, I need

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty