#black butler.★

[z3nitsusgf]

cw: fingering, afab reader, she/her pronouns (used once), womb tattoo, teasing

a/n: the lack of good black butler fics makes me sad, why can’t I have freaky hot sex with Sebastian or Claude or the Undertaker??

Making a pact with Sebastian, only later realizing that the place to chooses to display his mark is above your womb. A pretty glowing purple at makes you tremble and burn, it’s like you’re a cat in heat. Sweating and clawing at the pillows, mewling out when he doesn’t help you.

“Sebastian please,” you sob, hips twisting in the sheets as the feel the inside of your walls pulse and drip. It’s like a red-hot throbbing that makes your eyes go white and you absolutely wail when he presses his palm down on it. The skin on skin is so good, so hot, so- natural.

“My, look at you. So debauched.” He actually laughs at how you nearly cum from it. His palm smoothing over the burning hot mark over your navel, he traces it with painted nails. Watching how you quiver under him, chest heaving as you look at him with wide expecting eyes.

“You’re acting very depraved, darling.” He mocks, flashing you a pretty smile to make you flounder. And it works.

Sebastian knows it’s improper to play with his food but he can’t help it, there’s a certain air to you - he needs to see how far he can push before you tip over the edge for him. His hunger is inevitable, inescapable, rapturous.

He leers over you, looking over your trembling body. Your cunt drips and flutters around nothing, knees knocking inwards to try and relieve the pressure on your clit. His other hand grips your ankle, keeping you from squirming away. Though it’s not like you’d be able to escape him anyway.

“Please Seb-“ the words are plucked from your throat as the demon presses down on your navel again. You sob, legs kicking the bedsheets, twisting out only to be stopped by his grip on your ankle. He hasn’t even fucked you yet and it feels like too much. The mark making your insides feel lit aflame, the nerves so sensitive you think you’re going crazy.

“Ah, there we go,” he chuckles at your reaction, patting your hip as you pant and leak streams of slick onto the sheets. Oh, his eyes sparkle in profound amusement. The way you so vividly react to his hands makes him all the more ravenous.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself.” Sebastian doesn’t slow down for a second, pushing your thighs apart. Marveling how sticky and glossy your pussy is, clit shiny and pulsing in the air. It makes him flash his fangs. He’s going to have to much fun ruining you.

He pins your legs with ease it makes you remember how strong he actually is. He could snap you apart with the flick of his wrist. You shiver under his hold.

Sebastian drags a finger up the wet slick, keeping a firm hand at your hip to keep you from bucking away. You moan, the nerves twitchy. He watches you through dark strands, circling your puffy clit with the pads of his fingers.

You choke on your saliva, hands gripping the lacy pillows above you to ground yourself. The burning above your abdomen doesn’t cease, growing and flaring with each of his small movements.

“Need more, ah,” You grind your hips onto the tips of his digits, trying to get him to push them into your cunt. He simply watches as you struggle, too amused with your torture. He waits for you to whimper, for you to grow desperate and slick under the tips of his digits.

“Of course you do,” he says, his hair falling over his ivory skin, sharp fangs poking from his lips.

“Always have been such a greedy little thing, haven’t you?” He coos, pushing three of his fingers knuckle deep into your sloppy cunt, hooking them up towards that gooey ribbed spot. You’re mortified by his gaze, pinned down by some unforeseen force.

He prods that it with precision, fingers rubbing back and forth over your velvet walls till you clamp your thighs around his wrist. Greedy walls clamp over lithe fingers, sucking them in. Drool slips from your lips, thick moans leaching from your mouth.

“You’re so sensitive.” He mutters, his thumb brushing over your puffy clit. Your thighs jump, stomach dropping in want as you feel the mark flare in need and you sob. Tears leak over the sides over your flushed face and Sebastian has half a mind not to lean over and lick them off your cheeks.

He works harder, curling his fingers up to punch the pads into your g-spot while his thumb rubs tight circles on your swollen nub.

“Sebastian, feels so good.” You feel like you’ve drank too much wine, head clouded and muddled. Your body is on fire and your muscles ache. Another slick palm climbs up your belly, resting on the curled purple mark above your womb. Your eyes widen, lashes smeared in dripping tears. You shake your head, “Wait-“

You catch the curved smile on his jaw before it’s curtained by the raven strands of hair. He doesn’t let you relax when he presses down on your navel, perfectly catching the pressure of his fingers prodding your gooey spot. You absolutely loose it, knees knocking together as you gush down his wrist.

You’re wailing, trying to kick the demon back from you as he fingers your sensitive pussy while pressing down onto your womb, but all he does is laugh and press down harder.

“There we go, there she is. Give it all to me.” It’s messy and slick with your cum, and you shake in the aftershocks. When Sebastian pulls his hand away his fingers are coated in a glossy coating of your slick, and he makes a show of pulling his fingers apart to parade the sticky webs of cum.

You pant, remnants of tears drying on your cheeks as you watch the butler take his slick fingers into his mouth. When he finishes he makes sure pull you down the bed by your thighs, leaning over with a too bright smile and saying, “Darling, did you think we were finished?”

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[miharuki]

𝕬𝖑𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖞 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉/𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖋𝖎𝖈 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘:

𝕵𝖆 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖉𝖔/𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖘 𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖋𝖎𝖈

𝕬𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖘:

✧Mashle:

★Rayne Ames

Imagine

★Finn Ames

Imagine

★Kaldo Gehenna

Imagine

⊱─────⊰✯⊱─────⊰

𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘:

✧the legends of zelda:

★Dark Link

Yandere Dark Link with s/o like shadow zelda but who can change shape

Dark link with s/o like shinobu

★fierce deity link

Fierce deity link with hylia! goddess! reader

★linked universe

The Theree Promises of a Hero(ine)

⊱─────⊰✯⊱─────⊰

𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖓:

✧Miraculos:

★𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚊 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎

Once upon a time there a blue love (Eng) pt2

luka with s/o marinette sister

⊱─────⊰✯⊱─────⊰

𝕺𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒/𝕺𝖚𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖘 𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒:

✧Creepypasta:

★𝙱𝚎𝚗 𝙳𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚍

Ben Drowned with s/o with wendy personality (south park) (Eng)

Ben Drowned with reader!elf

★𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚔

Yandere Dark Link with s/o like shadow zelda but who can change shape

Dark link with s/o like shinobu

✧Yanderes:

★yandere boy:

Yandere villain prince X reader

(If it doesn't appear here, it's because either I didn't make a fanfic for this character, or I haven't updated the fic yet.)

(caso não aparece aqui, é por que eu não fiz fanfic disso ou ainda não atualizei a fanfic deste personagens)

[idkwhatimdoingherehonestlyy]

Moments like these | Austin!elvis

Warnings : super fluffy. mentions of alcohol . — I don’t really check my spelling so if something’s messed up I’m sorry!

I have never really written before soo pls criticize me with stuff but pls don’t be to harsh given this is my first time 💞

Austin!elvis x Fem!reader (I will also try to write with black fem reader in the future considering I am a black girl but this just fem reader todayyy <33

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Elvis hated a crowded space.

He loved privacy and spending time with people who were closest to him.

But he was in for a rude awakening when his friends from the Memphis mafia asked him if they could use his house to throw a going away party before his tour.

Elvis was never a party animal. He was pretty laid back and just enjoyed calm spaces.

So originally his answer was no. “I don’t want no goddamn strangers runnin around my house, No billy” was his first answer.

So the boys went to phase 2, which was you.

You were Elvis’s baby, you could convince him to do almost anything, but you didn’t want to force him to throw a party he obviously wasn’t comfortable with.

“What’s in it for me tho? Guys if he doesn’t want to do it just leave it alone! ” “Please y/n your the only one who could convince him to do anything” Billy tried to reason with you.

So after a while of almost the whole Memphis mafia nagging you, you finally said yes. So that’s how you are in this predicament, Your currently sitting in Graceland chatting it up with some friends while random strangers you’ve never met before wander around the house.

“Girl how did you even get Elvis to agree to all of this you know he hates parties” Zina, your friend spoke up

“Well it didn’t really take much convincin’ you replied back, You were telling the truth it didn’t it was almost in clockwork for him to say yes to you.

“Speaking of elvis let me go find ‘em!” You said to the little friend group you were talking to. They waved you off and with that you walked off to go find your boyfriend.

After walking for a while you finally found him. Sitting off in a corner, manspreading, with a beer in his hand. Elvis hardly drank only when he was stressed and wanting to get really relaxed.

“Hey baby” you said as you softly rubbed his hand.

“Mm hi mama, you havin’ fun?” He said taking off the black sunglasses looking back to you with his sweet southern drawl sounding really tired.

“Yes, but you don’t sound like your having much fun.” You stated with an apologetic look and tone.

He took a swig of the beer in his hand

“I’m fine don’ worry about me” He grabbed your hand kissing it looking up to you with those intensely blue eyes you loved so much.

“Uh uh elvis, look how tired you are let’s just go upstairs” You tried to convince him, rubbing your hands up and down his arms.

“But mama if your having fun I don’t want to make you go upstairs” That made you smile. He was always worried about other people more than he worried about himself

“Stop it cmon’ I can tell your already drunk” You whined as you reached out for him, receiving a groan.

He sweetly accepted taking both of your arms as you two walked upstairs to his room.

Once you made it into his room, you went into your bag that you always took to his house when you slept over and reached for your nighties to change into.

“Babe get comfortable please” You said as you watched him click on the tv and just get under the covers with his regular clothes still on.

“I am comfortable!” He whined but tried to sound tough at the same time, which you saw straight through.

You huffed walking towards his dresser opening his night drawer and grabbing his sleep clothes walking up to him, exchanging the sleep clothes with the tv remote.

“Urgh” he groaned walking towards the bathroom with the clothes in his hand. You following behind him

You giggled and started to undress and elvis was starting to stare at you. “It’s rude to stare” you giggled some more pulling up your nightie and fixing the straps, It was smaller than you want to admit.

You pulled out your pink toothbrush and started to brush your teeth as Elvis did the same

Once you finished you started to walk out until you felt his hand collide with your butt.

“ELVIS AARON PRESLEY! I know your mama raised you better than that” You said practically screaming at him.

He sent you a sweet toothy smirk before laughing at you “Sorry mama just so much back there, Can’t help myself.” You rolled your eyes at that. Sometimes he just had to act so childish

You walked over to the bed pulling the covers over your body and Elvis was right behind you.

You put yourself under the covers giggling at him, As he large arms pulled you across the bed to cuddle you.

“I love you” you whimpered kissing all over his face.

“I love you more” He groaned, his hands still on your waist.

“I hate when you do that you make it seem like I don’t have alot of love for you” You send him a sassy remark.

“Y/n go to sleep before I put you to sleep and we don’t want that” He said kissing and nuzzling his head into your neck.

“Mhm yea” you agreed with him

And with that you dozed off to asleep! Drowning out the party wrapped around eachother. It was moments like these that made you realize that you loved Elvis Presley more than you loved anyone in your life.

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A/n : soooo what do you guys think?🥺 This is my first time writing so any other writers please let me know what I could fix!!

Also you can request just please don’t request any smut, I don’t feel comfortable writing it in really sorry💞

[secr3trings]

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[hyunip]

I like this so far 😏

[ode-to-cynicism]

sein is typing...

okay, here's a real intro post lolz

hello hello everyone! i go by sein or miette, i use any pronouns and im a minor!! i mostly write fanfics and interact with fandom content, but i may do some personal posts as well~

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WILL DO !!

>> dark content (character death, yandere, violence, etc)

>> fluff

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>> suggestive fics

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>> explicit smut (like... no penetration lmao. slightly spicy stuff is a-ok tho!)

>> anything pertaining to topics like eating disorders, abusive!readers, suicide, cannibalism, etc

>> character x character (unless it's a poly ship w/ reader!)

>> suggestive fics with child characters

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games !

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★ 【ToriToki】 「 sandglass (black butler) 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me! insta • x • bsky

[silkythewriter]

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Hello to old followers and new ones who just stumbled upon my account!. I haven’t been active much recently if I’m being honest with you, but I think you can all tell if you check when I last posted! (╥﹏╥). I haven’t written in a while.. to say the least.. but I’d really like to give it another go!, my writings really rusty but I’m sure with time I’ll get the swing of it again!.

So this will be my new pin post, my introduction as well as stating all the new fandoms I’m in aswell ones I left! So updated rules basically!.

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REQUEST: OPEN!!

Hi! My names silky, or silkythewriter as my username states!.I just right for fun, mostly just silly head-canons or scenarios!.

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⋆˙⟡ MEY-RIN RENTRY GRAPHICS! | requested by @eyelessraven.

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[sinfulsalutations]

𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕠𝕟𝕖 ⋆*･ﾟ 𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕫𝕖𝕣

⋆ ★ ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2023 ʟɪɴᴇᴜᴘ

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➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ʜᴏᴡᴢᴇʀ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴏʏ, ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛʟʏ ɴᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍʏ ʙᴀᴅ, ꜱᴛᴇᴀᴍɪɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀɪᴅɪᴄᴜʟᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ᴛᴇᴅɪᴏᴜꜱ ʏᴇᴛ ꜱᴇxʏ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴘʟᴀʏ

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“What would you like me to do for you?”

You turn your head, fixing your posture as you gaze at your boyfriend across the room. He’s dressed handsomely to the nines; the black uniform shines like patent leather, silver buttons catching the light like metalwork in a museum. His white waistcoat and dress shirt peek out from beneath, hugging his form and frame most enticingly. His hands folded at his front, gloved in white, curl slowly, stretching out his knuckles as if he were preparing himself. Everything about him is pure grace and gift, something you're so thankful to lay hungry, salacious eyes upon. You lean an elbow on your armrest, taking long and thoughtful libations of his appearance. Then, you think about what he asks you.

You don’t take long. Those few words provide all you need to know. It’s a part of your secret language, how you communicate while playing characters. It’s how you know Howzer is ready to serve you as your obedient butler tonight.

“That’s a good question,” You say, smiling coyly. You spin yourself in your chair and cross your legs, casually comprising yourself into a pretty glass of water for him to drink. “I’m not sure yet.”

Howzer nods curtly, swiping his covered palms against each other as he looks at your positioning by the vanity. He’s endlessly patient, this man; especially when tasked like this to serve. You adore it.

“I’ve cleaned the sitting room and the kitchen,” He informs, and you grin in approval. “I also folded all of the laundry.”

“Thank you,” You twirl a strand of hair between a finger and bite your lip as he inches closer. You tantalize and tease the other in your little game of cat and mouse as Howzer anticipates your next move, eager and curious to see what you have in mind.

“It’s simply my job, my lady.”

Your core tingles and your spine shivers in thrill.

“Of course,” You fake correct yourself. Howzer takes another step closer. You uncross your legs and smooth out the skirt of your dress. “If you have nothing else to do…”

Perking up, he watches your tongue swipe against your bottom lip and get tugged between your top teeth.

“Yes?” He waits for you to finish your sentence.

“Would you take off my shoes for me?” You lift a leg and point your toes in his direction with a raised eyebrow. It’s hard not to smirk.

You don’t expect him to comply so quickly. He drops to his knees and crawls toward you almost immediately.

He takes off your shoes, his peripheral vision guiding him as he keeps eye contact with you.

When both are off, Howzer slides a gentle palm up and down your right shin. You bite your lip.

“Good job.” 

The praise heats his cheeks.

“Of course.”

Howzer places your shoes on the floor, sliding off your socks with it, but his eyes are zeroed in on your exposed skin above, your legs set only a little spread. Not enough for him to fit his head between them, but certainly enough to get a good look.

He hisses. Crest of his chin dipping down, the motion is almost like he’s bowing to his high commander, keen to obey. He purses his lips and plants a firm, long kiss on the side of your calf. His eyes remain shut as he trails his mouth up and kisses the very beginning of your inner thigh.

You hum, patting his head and running your fingers through his soft hair in a soothing, overly doting manner.

“I think you’re a little distracted, Howzer,” you tell him with a fake frown.

“I’m sorry.” At least the apology seems profuse. “How would you like me to serve you, my lady?”

You pretend to take your time thinking thoughtfully over what you want him to do. But you already know. You spread your legs further.

“Slide my panties off…” Humming softly as he runs his hands on the outside of your thighs, slipping past your skirt and hovering over the waistband of your panties. You lean in further, nipping at his ear while one hand cradles his jaw. “...and eat.”

Something of a groan leaves his throat. His next words are barely a whisper, muttered against your skin when he leans in to finally get his fill, fulfill your request.

“As you wish…”

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[idkwhatimdoingherehonestlyy]

Austin butler is so fucking ugly

stop. pause. no. ur lying. ur joking

YOU HAVE TO BW JOKONF

you have to be joking

he’s one of the finest men alive 😩

u don’t have to like him but LEAVE my page with that hating bs pls🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

[dreamersparacosm]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐗

featuring austin butler

phone sex (n): sexually explicit telephone conversation engaged in for the purposes of sexual gratification.

nsfw!

note ; ok wait does anyone remember when we had long discourse about phone sex w Austin on this page. well. here it is baes

warnings ; phone sex, masturbation, dirty talk

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up…

“Hello?”

Your voice is sweet like honey, tone chipper and bubbly. He swears he can hear the blinding smile that adorns your face, the way your lips curve upwards at his caller ID glowing on your phone.

“Hi, baby.” The contrast in his timbre versus yours causes your eyes to squint. There’s an underlying darkness, rough at the edges and on the verge of a plea. “Doing anything important right now?”

His question makes you pause in your tracks, put your book down and remove your glasses from where you’re perched on the couch. It’s been a long week for him. With all the press surrounding his new films and pending nominations for Elvis, he’s been busier than he would’ve liked.

“Not really, just reading,” You cross your legs, hanging onto his every word. It might have been a long week for him, but you’ve been running on fumes with your vibrator in tow. Both of you were often oblivious to the way you made each other feel. “I miss you, Aus.“

“Miss you too, princess,” His drawl is smooth like butter, rolls off his tongue easily and you think of his plump, bubblegum pink lips that swell after kissing you for more than five minutes. That thought alone is enough to send you into a frenzy.

He clears his throat, “I-Can you, uh, do something for me?”

You sit up a little at the inquiry, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. “Of course, honey.”

“Okay, well, I jus’ need you. That’s all. I miss you so damn much I feel like I’m going crazy in my hotel room. And those pictures from last week of you in that red bikini are not helping me, baby. Already came twice from those pictures in the last twenty minutes.”

Your jaw unhinges, eyes bulging out of your sockets as your boyfriend’s words register in your brain. The syllables fly around, slam into the walls of your skull. Austin isn’t normally like this. Sure, you two have had your fair share of sex escapades where the adrenaline outweighs everything, but when he’s like putty in your hands, it’s hard to deny him.

“I-I didn’t know those pictures did it for you,” You squeak out, blinking a few times.

“You kidding, baby? Hottest shit I ever saw. And that’s kinda why I called, well not really, but I don’t know, just wanted to see if you could send a few more.” His cautious tone makes your heart skip a few beats, always the nice boy his mother raised him to be. You hear rustling in the background, something like bedsheets, and you can only assume it’s Austin readjusting himself on his bed.

“Are you touching yourself?” You bite your lip, a sharp inhale of air entering your lungs.

“Yes.”

The whimper that develops at the back of your throat is unavoidable. Something deep and guttural that makes you feel uneasy and sends shivers down your spine. A mental image of Austin by himself in his room, chasing an orgasm sloppily while his hand is clenched around his cock, and the fiery red hue of his tip is enough to drench your panties with your own arousal.

You cozy yourself onto your couch, head rested up against the armrest, thighs spreading for him so easily like they always do. He continues on, a desperation in his words, “What are you wearing, baby?”

“One of your t-shirts,” You hum. “The one you like that barely covers my ass. And no bra. Wanted to be comfy.”

“Jesus Christ,” There’s a pause and you hear him groan, and you assume he’s reached down to jerk himself off at a faster pace. “Wish I could come up from behind you every time that shirt rises up, and press my cock in between your ass.”

“I’m even wearing that black lacy underwear you bought me for our anniversary,” You lower your voice to match his own seductive tone, playing with your hardened nipples through his t-shirt. “Can snap a few pictures to send to you.”

“Fucking hell,” He groans, “Need to see how good your pussy looks in that.”

Before you can even answer, your free hand is slipping into the waistband of your underwear, feeling the arousal that has pooled between your slit. You lift his shirt up to where your neck is, pulling the phone away from your ear to snap a picture of you with his favorite underwear, and your throbbing nipples.

You know he’s received the picture when you hear a slew of profanities exit his mouth, the sound of his hand jerking up and down his cock flooding through the telephone. “Baby, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, holy shit.”

You let out a giggle, your hand wandering back down to your clit, lazily toying with it. A sigh of relief falls from your lips at the pressure. “Need you inside of me so bad right now.”

“Wish I was there to take care of you,” He sighs. “Miss those filthy little moans of yours.”

That statement alone elicits a dirty sound from you, and he whines at the thought of his own cock causing you to make a noise like that. He hasn’t had you in the way he’s needing in so long — feels like it’s been forever since he last tasted you on his tongue, since your tits bounced in his face as you rode him into oblivion, since your tongue grazed over his tip and took him whole.

“Remember the day before y-you left and you a-ate me out in the shower? Fuck, I miss that,” You lose a bit of your composure, grinding against your hand that is furiously working against your clitoris.

He knows from your staggered words that you’re touching yourself too. “Rubbing that clit for me, baby?”

“Y-yes,” You whine. “It’s not enough, Aus. I need you.”

“I know, baby, I know. I’ll be home so soon. Gonna fuck you right on that couch,” He refers back to your picture and where you’re located.

There is a moment of silence between you two, your imagination running rampant as you think about the logistics of sex on your couch: you riding him, his hands firmly glued onto your hips, guiding you as he unintentionally bruises them with his grip.

You slow down a bit, trying to contain yourself, during which you can also hear his shaky breathing break through the line. You sigh, curling your wrist the way he usually did and jamming two fingers into your hole. All you can hear is your juices squelching from your impending orgasm.

“Shit, I’m so close,” He breathes out exasperatedly. Your own movements are frazzled, the familiar fire rooting itself in your abdomen.

You want him there so bad, need him there to work you through your orgasm. “Wanna cum for you so bad,” You whimper, your fingers soaked in your fluids and your eyes squeezed tight, bracing for impact.

All you can think about, or see, is him. You don’t bother to lull yourself from the depths of your orgasm as it wracks over your entire body, your walls clenching around your fingers as his name flies from your lips like it’s the only thing he’s ever known. And with the way you say his name, he’s cumming too, white, hot liquid spurting from his burning tip and ruining the sheets.

There’s a pause as you two collect yourselves, sit there without a word or coherent thought to share.

He breaks the silence first, “Might have to go away more often if this is what I get out of it.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, no fucking way.”

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[dolliedyhard]

Hello and Welcome! I’m Luna, better known as the creator of DollieDyhard ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶ I’m a MEGA creepypasta fan like… SUPER-ULTRA-MEGA. As you can guess my blog will be all about Creepypasta! Hooray🎉☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ From fanart to OC’s to creepy stories to comics, I’ll make it ALL! In fact I have my own creepypasta oc! Her name is Dollie Doxwood, nickname DollieDyhard (hence my username) she’s the blonde girlie in the pic above and my pfp :3 This blog will be centered around her! Learn more about her here!

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I’ve been in the creepypasta fandom since 2017! >_<

I used 2 b scared of Slenderman and Jeff the killer when I was a little gal, like DEATHLY AFRAID. I thought they were real ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

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1. Ouran High school Host Club, 2. Black Butler, 3. Death Note, 4. Sailor Moon, Chibi Vampire, Vampire Knight, Inu Yasha, Jujutsu Kaisen, Diabolic Lovers, Tokyo Mew Mew, That time I got reincarnated as a slime, Cardcaptor Sakura, Loveless, To Love Ru, Toliet-Bound Hanako-kun, Naruto, Hellsing Ultimate and Elfen Lied. (Many more but they aren’t important or I just forgot

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1. The Boondocks, South Park, My Little Pony (concept tho. Show is too childish :/), Inside Job, Teenage mutant Ninja Turtles, Ninjago, Hannibal, Breaking Bad, Camp Camp, Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse, Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse, Deadpool, Sonic X and Invader Zim. (MANY MORE BUT I probably forgot… @_@)

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A/N: thank you to everyone for sticking beside me and my foolishness this past month. i just had to see it through. I've had this idea for a while of a tandem read with two of my fics so here you are. This fic starts 4 months before all-american bitch and there will be crossover chapters and characters once they're on the same timeline. this also isn’t edited so ignore any mistakes. enjoy ★ ˙ᵕ˙ liv

Chapter Summary: welcome to new york.

Chapter Warnings: sexual assault & r@pe (mentioned), revenge porn (mentioned), language, alcohol and drugs (there's a party), symptoms of anxiety, depression, and body dysmorphia.

Key Tags: frat boy harry styles, fratrry x college f!oc, harry styles x f!oc, frat boy x sorority girl, fake dating, revenge, fish out of water - f!oc, ugly duckling - f!oc, golden retriever x black cat, instalove, fluff, flirting, angst, friendship, eventual established relationship, eventual smut, original character, no y/n.

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“Are you sure you don’t want to stay at the penthouse?” my mother murmurs disappointingly as our butler, Joseph, fluffs the pillows on top of my new mattress for the next 10 months.

I shake my head before putting my hand on Joseph’s arm. His kneading halts and takes his leave. “No, Mom,” I repeat. This woman has been trying to get me to live at home with her since I accepted my offer. “I need to have the full college experience,” I remind her.

She sighs and the click of her heels fills the room as she walks over to me. “You can have the college experience down the hall where we can keep an eye on you,” she pleads with puppy dog eyes.

“Exactly,” I tell her with a smirk. How am I going to get into shit if my parents are within earshot? After all, that’s why I’m moving away. They didn’t get me the justice I deserved originally. “This is my first taste of freedom. Aren’t you guys glad that I live 10 minutes away instead of jaunting around the country?” I bring up the fate of my best friend, two years my senior.

My mother licks her scarlet-painted lips. “I still don’t know how she does it,” she sighs as if it’s displeasing to her.

Just when I’m about to scold my mom for judging Libby, I feel my back pocket vibrating. “Speaking of the devil,” I hold my phone towards my mom, displaying her contact poster on the screen. “You can go, mom. I just need to get acclimated, alone,” I gesture to my perfectly decorated room.

My mother made sure to get the keys days before moving in, only allowing me to pay the deposit when the room was renovated to her liking. I wouldn’t be surprised if she brought a whole inspector crew in here before I even saw the building.

She bites her lip and I pray she doesn’t start crying. “Okay. Don’t be afraid to come home if it doesn’t work out, Rowan,” my mother gently reminds me before pulling me in for a hug.

I allow her to squeeze me before she pulls back, fixing my tossed hair. Although my casual appearance today sends my mother up the wall, she’s grateful that my hair is at least brushed. “Got it,” I tell her, not having the strength to argue this topic once more.

I press the green accept button on my screen, waving to my mom as she exits into the bustling hallway. “Hey,” I answer.

“Hey, freshman. How are things?” Libby pokes at me. If it weren’t for her mother’s campaign, she’d be on campus with me. But she’s taking online classes while making her daily TV appearances.

Now that I think about it, it’s been months since I walked past a newsstand without Libby on the cover of a magazine. “Oh, fuck off. You’re only two years older than me,” I quip.

Libby cackles before adding, “And wise beyond my years. How’s room two?”

Room two is the biggest double on each floor and the bathroom doesn’t have to be shared with another room. I pace around the spacious space, before responding, “Perfect, thanks for suggesting it.”

The room is covered in lavender with a fluffy duvet and decorations that are far too girly for my liking. Not a singular band poster transferred over from my room at home, so although the space is cute, it lacks my personality. 

“Of course, it’s the least I could do after…” she trails off and I’m assuming she doesn’t want to bring up my past. Even she wants to remind me that I shouldn’t have gone without her.

I feel frozen, teetering a fine line of retraumatization. I take a deep breath before changing the subject. “Anyways. How’s the campaign?” I ask.

“It’s fine. Mom’s working me to death, for free of course. But hey, if she loses I’ll be right back at Columbia with you by November 6th,” She jokes and I feel bad for wishing that was her outcome.

This would just be so much easier with her. “Dear god, please. I don’t know how I’m going to go through with this,” I confess, feeling anxiety brew in my stomach.

“We talked about this, you have a plan. Just stick to it,” Libby reminds me.

She’s right, Rowan. Step 1. Join a sorority, Step 2. Become president of the sorority and a part of the “Machine,” Step 3. Ruin each and every one of their lives.

Libby clears her throat, snapping me back into reality. “Have you met your roommate yet?” she asks.

“Oh my gosh. Hi!” I hear someone chirply squeal behind me as if she spoke them into existence.

My body quickly turns to face the mystery voice and I mentally prepare myself for a long year ahead. I’m met with a pearly white smile, straight blonde hair, and blue eyes. She looks like a perfect Barbie, and I feel a pang of jealousy in my stomach.

Her front collides with mine, and she wraps her arms around my body. “Hey, Libby. I’ll call you later,” I grumble into the receiver before I hear my best friend end the call.

The stranger drops me like a hot pocket. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. Where are my manners?” she rhetorically asks, extending her hand for me to shake. “Audrey Koch,” she chirpily introduces herself.

At the mention of that name, my mouth twists. The Kochs are a wealthy republican family and have nearly the same values as mine. But since I don’t follow my family’s political views, I hope she doesn’t as well.

I lock my hands with hers, shaking it lightly to not break the goodie two shoes. “Rowan Bouvier,” I politely return the greeting.

Her eyes snap down to my hand, twisting it around. The black ink almost glows on my skin. “Cool tattoo,” she compliments the large snake.

“Thanks,” I blush before pulling my hand back. I don’t want to get off on the wrong foot with this girl. I’ve only known her for two seconds and we still have 9 months together. “Koch as in The Koch Brothers?” I lightly dig.

She smiles and nods quickly. “Yeah, they’re my great grandparents,” she bashfully admits. “But don’t worry. I use everyone as my personal paypigs,” she states nonchalantly.

My head tilts listening to her rant as she pauses to take a deep breath. “I only talk to my cousins. They’re the only ones who aren’t racist,” she defends herself. Oh, thank god she has a brain.

I peer behind her at the residential aides pushing 4 carts full of belongings into the room. We’re only permitted one, but she doesn’t seem like the person to be told no. “Well, do you need any help unpacking?” I offer.

She turns around, looking at the heap of her belongings before waving them off. “Later. I heard there’s a party tonight and I have nothing to wear. Let’s go shopping,” She suggests, bouncing over to her white Hermes Birkin.

She plucks it off the top of the pile, before turning to face me. “Coming?” she asks, looking up and down at me frozen in place.

My gaze drifts down to my fishnet tights and a tattered band tee. “Umm, maybe I should change first,” I think out loud.

“No way. You look great!” She compliments, dramatically holding her arms open.

Scarlet creeps onto my cheeks and I nod, grabbing my purse. A party is arguably step one since I need to get intel and this girl seems like she’d dress me in the perfect sorority image. “Shopping it is,” I conceded.

“What’s your favorite color?” Audrey asks as we shift through a clothing rack.

My brown eyes meet her ice-blue ones and I respond, “Purple. Yours?” before returning to the array of textured fabric.

“Pink! That’s so great. Every pink friend needs a purple best friend,” she beams and I smile. I feel like I’ve known Audrey my whole life and it’s only been an hour. Her personality draws you in like a magnet and you never want to leave her side.

I’m about to pull a dress from the rack when I remember, I don’t know what I’m shopping for. I haven’t been to a party since the incident, not that I could bring myself to go if I wanted to. I’m pretty sure the only way I’m able to go tonight is because Audrey will be with me.

I groan, releasing the metal hanger. “This is useless. I haven’t been to a party since high school. I don’t even know what to wear,” I complain over the rack to Audrey.

The corners of Audrey’s lips twitch and she leans forward slightly. “Do you want my help?” she asks excitedly and I know I’ve woken a demon.

I nod and within seconds, she’s on my side with an arm full of clothes. She begins rapidly holding things up toward my torso and I wonder if she’s utilizing her fashion expertise. She should be a business major or a fashion designer the way she’s quickly categorizing what she’d like me to try on.

After she’s got a pile of garments for me, she starts putting the discards back in their place. As I watch her, I decide to ask her, “Hey, Aud. What are you studying?”

“Poli sci. What about you?” She returns as she walks back over to me. Her blonde hair cascades perfectly down her back and I admire this woman on a mission with a bow in her head.

Political science makes sense considering her family’s background. It’s practically in her DNA. “Bio,” I tell her. My eyebrow raises as I watch her begin to grab some of the clothes from the pile. “Please tell me you’re trying something on too,” I hint.

I take some items from her hand, lightening the load. “Of course, I am. I just want to put your stuff down first,” she snickers before turning towards the dressing rooms.

We pick the biggest room, hanging my stuff on the wall hooks. “Be right back,” Audrey says, pulling the curtain closed behind her.

My body turns to face the mirror slowly and I realize I haven’t seen myself since this morning. My appearance is fine, but I have been avoidant of mirrors for a while. The sight of myself has my stomach gurgling and an unpleasant feeling washing through my bones.

My feet carry me backward, away from the staring contest with the monster in my reflection. I reach down and pull my shirt over my body before quickly peeling off my tights until I’m left standing in my underwear.

The first outfit is on my body before Audrey comes back, but I’m met with instant disapproval. “I don’t like that one. Next,” she commands, pointing towards another outfit.

I follow her lead and she joins me, trying on her first outfit. The pink dress she’s picked has ruffles and it screams Audrey, but it’s a bit too dressy for the occasion. “What do you think?” she asks, striking a pose.

Stepping into the mini skirt, I pull it over my thick thighs. “I haven’t been to one of these in a while but would you be mad if someone spilled beer on that?” I ask.

Her lips purse and she nods, reaching for the spaghetti straps. “Yes,” she answers while shedding it.

Once I have the next set on, I slowly spin with my arms out for Audrey. “Am I pretty yet?” I half-joke.

Audrey takes a shirt off the hanger, preparing to try it on. “You’re always gorgeous, but that outfit doesn’t scream hot party freshman,” she observes.

My head falls back and I let a groan slip through my throat. “Audrey, I’m trying to scream hot sorority girl, not hot party freshman,” I cry.

Audrey’s jaw drops and she gasps, “Oh my god, you’re rushing?”

Audrey’s completely frozen in place and she looks like she’s processing the information. “Yes,” I deadpan.

Audrey giggles before resuming her movements. “I’m sorry, you just don’t seem like the type,” she apologizes.

My whole body suddenly feels heavy recalling the reasoning behind joining a sorority. I succumb to the feeling, collapsing onto the velvet green bench.  “Yeah, it’s not for the reason you think,” I breadcrumb her.

Audrey’s forehead creases. “What reason is it for?” she digs.

I nervously pick at my fingers. “I have a plan, erm. It’s a lot to go into now,” I start, not wanting to bring down the mood during our bonding session.

Audrey sets her top down next to me before joining me on the bench. “Well, I’m pretty sure this is the only time we’ll be alone all year. You might as well now while we don’t have ears,” she foretells.

My brown eyes meet her blue ones and I grab her hands. “Okay, this stays between us,” I emphasize, hoping I can trust her.

Her hand slides under mine and she locks her pinky with mine. “Roommate pinky promise,” she wears.

I nod before taking a deep breath. “Okay. A couple of years ago I was at Heron and I was dating this guy I liked. His name is William. He invited me to a party with some of his friends while my best friend was out of town, so I went alone thinking it would be chill. Will told me he would take care of me the whole night and make sure nothing happened to me. Little did I know the bad thing that would happen would be him,” I explain my story.

Audrey’s eyes sparked with fear. “What did he do?” she asks.

“Will gave me a red solo cup and dared me to chug it. The rest of the night is fuzzy. He took me upstairs and took my virginity before letting his friends have a turn,” I explain, feeling the retraumatization run through my veins.

I subconsciously squeeze Audrey’s hand, using her as a grounding force to Earth. “Oh, Rowan. I’m so sorry that happened to you,” she apologizes profusely.

I shake my head. It’s not her apology to give. “It’s fine. It’s not fine, but you know what I mean. They’re going to get what they deserve. I’m going to rush, become a part of the machine, and ruin all of their lives once everyone is on my side,” I tell her.

“Whatever I can do to help you, I’ll do it. We’re roommates now,” she urges and I smile.

Her words spark an idea in my brain. For this to work, I need to be perfect to them. I’m not currently stereotypically sorority pretty right now. “Give me a makeover. Make me perfect to their image,” I blurt out.

Audrey releases my hands and raises her brow. “Are you sure?” she asks.

I nod with fear that if I don’t commit, I’ll go back on my word. “Positive,” I say.

“Then try that on,” Audrey demands, pointing to a purple lace set.

I pick it up, examining the fabric. “Are you sure it’s the vibe?” I skeptically question her choice.

“Yes, try it on,” she pushes me towards the mirror. I follow her directions, shedding my current outfit and quickly dressing myself in the purple garments.

I slowly turn around, allowing Audrey to get a good view of the outfit. “You look like the next Regina George. The entire study body is going to eat you up,” she predicts kindly.

I silently thank her with a tight hug, squeezing the life out of her. Once we’ve repeated the same steps with her outfit and we’re both dressed, I ask her, “What’s next?”

Audrey leads us toward the checkout counter, stopping in her tracks to look at jewelry. “Shoes. You need to look like the brunette Sabrina Carpenter,” she asserts.

My fingers brush against the gold rings. “I’m not going to pretend to know who that is,” I mutter under my breath.

I’m nearly knocked over as a group of people rush past me, up the steps of the dimly lit brownstone. As Audrey and I ascend the stairs at 11:30 pm sharp, I can literally feel the railing vibrating. When we reach the halfway point I immediately see that the house is crowded.

We stand in line as a man not much older than me acts as a bootleg bodyguard, stamping people in one by one. With each being that stands in his presence, he scans their body, quickly determining their worth. Some girls are turned away and sent down the steps in tears.

My eyes narrow as I watch the cutthroat process and my grip on Audrey’s hand tightens. “It doesn’t hurt but you’re sweaty,” Audrey leans over and murmurs owly so only I can hear.

“Sorry,” I quickly apologize, releasing her hand and wiping it on my mini skirt. I haven’t been this nervous since graduation.

“You’re fine. You look great. Just hold your head high and fake it until we’re inside, at least,” she advises as we get closer and closer to the front of the line.

My legs begin to wobble each inch closer to the large wooden doors. When we get to the front, I plaster on my most flirty smile, courtesy of Libby’s training. As if I’m a robot, my arm raises for the man to put a stamp on my hand.

His jaw drops and I can’t decipher if he’s stunned by my appearance or my confidence. He answers my question the moment his skin caresses over mine. “Girls like you don’t have to wait in line, gorgeous,” he flirts through his menacing grin.

He applies the stamp right next to the head of my snake tattoo. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” I flirt back, shoving the sensation of vomiting back down my throat.

Audrey steps forward, putting her hand out in the same manner. After stamping her pale skin, the man lingers for a bit keeping her close to him. “I hope I’ll see you in there later,” he smirks before bringing her hand up to kiss the back of it.

Oh hell no. We haven’t even gotten inside and creepy men are proving the exact reason for my revenge plot. My arm slides underneath Audrey’s, looping around her bicep. “Come on. I need a drink!” I quickly blurt the excuse, pulling her towards the door.

When we enter the house, you wouldn’t be able to tell a party was happening if the floor wasn’t shaking with every beat of the music. We follow the movement of the crowd through the basement door, passing several drunk patrons as we descend the steps.

As soon as my heels touch the concrete floor, I have to sidestep out of the way to avoid getting smacked in the face by a football. The music is so loud that I can’t focus, let alone hear my own thoughts. I guess this is what college parties are like.

I’m whisked through the hoards of students, straight toward the dance floor. My senses are so overwhelmed that I’ve forgotten why I’m here. Make it known that I’m the number-one pick for rush this year.

Audrey picks a spot smack dab in the middle with a spotlight practically beaming on us. “We’ll dance for 3 songs so everyone will see you in here, then shots in the kitchen so everyone will see you in there,” she explains.

My head subconsciously shakes, no. “I don’t think I can do shots,” I confess, already feeling uneasy from the sea of red solo cups. The room feels like it’s swallowing me whole and now, I empathize with Libby’s claustrophobia.

Audrey smiles, seemingly unphased before spinning me dramatically. “Don’t worry, I brought shooters,” she informs me once we’re facing each other again. She spins herself under my arm, lightly shaking her bottom to show off two tiny bottles sticking out of her back pockets.

My shoulders relax and I begin vibing to the music again. “You’re a real girls girl, you know that?” I shout over the bass.

She wraps her hand on my waist, pulling me closer. “I try,” she suavely husks and my head falls back with a giggle. I haven’t laughed this hard since Libby left and even then, it didn’t feel genuine. I was just trying to make sure she didn’t keep me on suicide watch with my family.

We sway and lose ourselves in the beat, matching each other’s energy. The UV lighting covers the room, highlighting the beautiful streaks of gold in Audrey’s hair. I reach out, twirling a soft piece around my finger before slowly swirling my hips. I definitely needed this.

Once our allotted number of songs pass, Audrey leads me towards the kitchen. As soon as we’re in the small space, I’m hit with a cloud of weed smoke. I fight the urge to swat the thick smog away from my nostrils, quickly moving through the puff-puff-pass session.

Audrey finds an empty spot on the island and she reaches into her back pocket, cracking open the shooter with her teeth. I cringe at the sound, watching her methodically prepare the beverages.

She passes me a shooter before clinking her plastic bottle with mine. “Cheers to 4 years together,” she loudly announces and I lift my shot of tequila to my lips.

The Don Julio doesn’t burn as it goes down, but it makes me feel warm and fuzzy. I search the counter for a lime to get rid of the sour sensation in my mouth. Once I find one, I bite down on the lime letting the juice seep onto my tongue.

I don’t miss the feeling of a billion eyes staring a black hole into my head. Audrey warned me that once I became the it girl, people would watch me like a hawk. But I had no idea it would be this bad.

My eyes slowly scan the room, silently connecting with every individual to ensure they remember me. Every single pair darts away after a few seconds, but one sends chills up my spine.

The moss green irises cut through the lavender haze, silently observing me. My skin crawls when a feeling of nakedness washes over me. I feel completely bare to this individual who’s looking right through my skin and into my soul.

As if my body was made of glass, I allowed the emeralds to crack me with each flicker of movement. My spine begins to squirm and I finally allow myself to break the gaze to assess the face of my distant admirer.

My eyes drink the tall man in. He’s dressed casually with his tattoos on full display and a headband holds his unruly curls away from his forehead, showing off his pristine face.

Fuck me. God took his time making this one. I want to drag him into an empty room and ride him until I’m sore. I want to lick him from his abs up to his neck. I want to see his tattooed hand wrapped around my throat while he fucks me.

Okay so, sex drive is still in tact I see. “Let him come to you,” Audrey whispers, interrupting our staring contest. My eyes dart down to the still-empty shooter in my hand, now crushed by grip.

I abandon the plastic on the countertop, unable to bring myself to find a waste bin now that my legs are jello. “I don’t think he’s interested,” I admit. There’s a plethora of girls in here and a majority of them look better than me, including Audrey.

Audrey’s brows knit in disbelief. Okay, so she felt the vibes too. “I know it wasn’t the plan but, I don’t think a little flirting would send us completely off track,” she hints, nudging me with her elbow.

I open my mouth to decline again when the words get caught in my throat. Behind Audrey appears the handsome man who was across the kitchen just moments ago. “Off track for what?” the stranger asks.

My breathing hitches and I allow his gaze to rip my heart out without even touching me. I know that if I lie, he’ll see right through me. My hand lightly smacks Audrey, hoping she’ll understand and step in. She coughs lightly before muttering, “Ummm, studying.”

Nice fucking save, Audrey. My eyes dart around the room for anything to ground me and I tuck a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “Gorgeous and smart. I have to know your name,” I hear the stranger flirt and I don’t miss his British accent. He could read me a bedtime story and I’d be asleep in seconds.

Audrey clears her throat and my eyes snap up to meet his again. Oh shit, he was talking to me. My body turns to mush as I extend my hand, trying to patch up my ego. “Rowan,” I introduce myself.

His soft hands slide beneath mine, gripping it lightly to shake. “Harry,” he smirks and I almost droll. I could write mathematical theories based on his dimples and plump lips.

Instead of letting my hand go, he lowers it, stepping closer to me. He smells of tobacco and vanilla, and I want to bury my nose in his body and inhale his scent. Before I do, Audrey speaks up, “Audrey, who needs water,” she tells Harry like he’s nothing but a servant.

I stuff a snicker down my throat as Harry lets go of my hand, quickly taking a couple of steps toward the water bottles. He picks one up, handing it to Audrey gently. “Nice to meet you both,” he charms before turning back towards me. “Haven’t seen you around. You a freshman?” he asks.

I nod before replying, “Mhmm, you?”

He shakes his head, shifting on his leg. “Junior,” he answers.

Disgust brews in my stomach. I haven’t been here for long, but I know what goes on in this frat house. And I also know that this is the frat my targets joined. “And you’re in Sig Nu?” I explore.

Harry frowns and I feel like a boulder dropped in my stomach. I don’t ever want to see him make that face again if I can help it. “God, no. They’ve got two active title ix’s. Sig EP,” he hisses.

I nod, gnawing on my lip out of nervousness. “Oh,” I grumble.

“But it sounded like you were disgusted,” Harry inquires, taking a step closer to let a partygoer pass behind him.

“No, it’s not. I’m sorry. I just mean, you have an accent. What’s so appealing about Greek life?” I stammer glancing ever so slightly behind me at Audrey moving around the kitchen like a perfect social butterfly.

“Oh good, I thought you were judging me,” Harry chuckles and I smile. He runs his hands through his hair, tugging at the roots and shifting his headband a bit. Suddenly, I have the urge to reach up and fix it for him. “My roommate frat rushed freshman year and I joined for shits and giggles. Little did I know, as president, I can’t leave,” he continues.

When the words president slips through his lips, my jaw drops. “You’re president?” I clarify.

He nods, eyes glistening in the dim light of the room. “Mmhm. Brownstone’s close by if you want to see,” he suggests, tilting his head towards the door.

I nearly choke on my spit realizing what he’s just hinted at. He wants to fuck me. Am I ready for that? I don’t think I’m ready for that. You’ve been silent for too long, Rowan. Say something! “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I just met you,” I choke out.

Harry’s eyes widen in surprise and he puts his hands up. “Oh no, that’s not — I wasn’t trying to hook up with you. You just seem on edge here. I was giving you an out, darling,” he suavely rephrased.

He seems sincere and I feel safe enough to hold my own alone with him. On top of that, he’s perfect and he fits seamlessly with my plan. We’d be the hottest power couple at Columbia, and I should be making that happen. Just go for it, Rowan. What’s the worst that can happen? The worst that can happen already happened. Twice in one lifetime is rare.

I smile before replying, “Oh, oh. Well, in that case lead the —”

“Harry!” a high-pitched voice interrupts me and I watch as manicured nails slide across Harry’s chest. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” a short brunette girl flirts with my green-eyed crush.

His hand wraps around her wrist and he lowers it away from his body. “Gabe. Didn’t know you were coming tonight,” he returns a greeting disappointingly.

Gabe scoffs, putting her hand on her hip. “Of course, I am, silly. I missed you this summer,” she flirts.

My eyes flicker back and forth between the two of them and my suspicions are confirmed. They’ve fucked and have arguably been fucking before the summer break. The last thing I need to ruin my plans is a love triangle. “Okay well, thanks for the offer, Harry. I’ve got to go,” I excuse myself.

I stand on my tiptoes, searching for Audrey. After a couple of moments, Harry finally notices my plans to leave and he says, “No, wait. She’s not my—”

His explanation fades into the background as soon as I find Audrey. “I don’t care. Enjoy the party, it was nice meeting you,” I cut him off before turning on my toes to reach my friend.

Getting over to her feels like I’m in the Triwizard Maze; ducking and dodging joints and blow being passed around. “What just happened?” Audrey instantly asks once I’m in earshot.

“Nothing. He has a girlfriend,” I respond, feeling slightly dejected. When will it be my turn to have a hot green-eyed hunk?

Her brows knit and confusion washes over her face. “Gabrielle?” she asks and I nod. “That’s not his girlfriend. They fucked once and she’s hooked,” she continues.

My eyes drift back over to the two I thought were a couple. Every time Gabrielle tries to touch Harry, he leans back ever so slightly to dodge the contact. “How do you know that?” I ask Audrey, unable to peel my eyes from them.

“You can see it all over her body,” Audrey states, motioning towards them with her palm open. “And while you were busy flirting, I was getting intel,” she snips.

Harry exits the kitchen in a fury with Gabrielle trailing behind him. Her words cause a lightbulb to go off in my brain and my focus is back on her. “Intel?” I inquire.

“Yeah. On who to mingle with; the top people in the top houses,” she explains and I nod.

“So what did you find out?” I press her to spill the beans.

Audrey links her arm with mine before we begin walking out of the kitchen. “Well, Theta is the top house, followed by DG. Gabrielle is the president of Sig Delt so you’re definitely not getting in there after tonight. But that doesn’t matter because the president of Theta is primed and ready for you,” Audrey begins to reveal.

I allow my friend to lead us up the creaky steps and we silently pass far too many drunk girls. I hope they’ll wake up in their own beds tomorrow. “Primed and ready?” I ask once we’re at the top of the stairwell.

We open the door, returning to the main level of the brownstone. The polarity between the party downstairs and the chill ambiance upstairs is jarring, and I find myself rapidly blinking. “She’s looking for someone to replace her,” Audrey elaborates and I jump hearing the door slam behind us.

Audrey pulls us down a hall towards a sitting room area full of people. Sitting in a circle are Harry, Gabrielle, and about 8 other strangers. They all seem extremely familiar with each other, occasionally laughing in between sips of their drinks. “See that girl over there?” Audrey asks, pointing towards a beautiful brunette with beautiful doe eyes.

“Mmmhm,” I confirm.

Audrey leans against the wall, still out of sight of the group. “That’s D.Q. Vanderbilt, President of Theta. The girl sitting next to her is her little and president of recruit, Olivia Astor. They’re both super rich and have hella influence,” she recites.

I take a step back, abandoning my stalker-ish gaze on the girl. “Okay, so why can’t Olivia replace her?” I ask Audrey.

“Rowan, look at her,” Audrey grabs my face, turning it back in the direction of Harry before releasing it.

I watch as Olivia awkwardly slinks down into the leather couch. She looks like she’d rather be anywhere but here, talking to people. “Felt,” I empathize with her. I hate socializing too.

Audrey smacks my bicep with the back of her hand. “That’s not the spirit of someone who wants revenge,” she scolds, with her hand on her hip.

My eyes look her up and down sassily before stating, “You’re right, it’s go time.”

“That’s the spirit!” Audrey whisper-cheers. I grab her hand, pulling her from the safety of the shadows. “Wait, what are you doing?” she frets.

My heels click against the hardwood floor that looks like it’s never been renovated. “You’re coming with me,” I demand.

Before she has time to protest, I’m standing right next to the curly brunette boy who stole my heart 5 minutes ago. “Hey Harry, I was wondering if I could still take you up on that offer?” I lean down and ask him loud enough for the group to hear.

Gabrielle leans closer to Harry, attempting to claim her man. “What offer? Who is she?” she snaps.

“Mind your business, Gabe,” a freckle-faced girl adds and I silently thank her for defending me.

A blonde girl leans forward, plucking her cup from the table with two fingers before asking, “But seriously, Harry. Who is she?”

An attractive young man bounces his leg excitedly. “You brought us pretty fresh meat?” he articulates every syllable like a vampire.

“Fuck off,” Harry grumbles, still focused on getting away from Gabrielle. When he seemingly realizes there’s no more space, he awkwardly clears his throat while standing from the couch.

Harry slides behind me and Audrey, using us as human shields. “I’m Rowan and this is my roommate, Audrey,” I answer the blonde.

Audrey murmurs a hello to the group before taking a step back with Harry, leaving me at the front lines of battle.

“I’m D.Q., that’s Liv, Gabe, Kier, Em, Parker, Sienna, Connie, and looks like you already know Harry,” D.Q runs through the names of each group member, adding a little spice to Harry’s name.

My brain starts doing backflips, repeating each of their names in my head. “Don’t worry, it took me forever to get all the names down,” Kier seductively flirts across the circle.

“Rowan… last name?” Em asks and I curse myself for not waiting until they’re drunk to introduce myself.

I take a deep breath before sighing, “Bouvier.”

“Bouvier, where are you from?” Parker fires off a follow-up question and I have to keep myself from staring at her pristine pearl necklace sitting high on her chest.

“New York, born and raised,” I say with a smile. I feel like I’m tap dancing for a hello right now.

“Bouvier… as in the Kennedy’s Bouvier?” Connie asks a follow-up to Em’s question.

I nod, ready to break the news that will have them looking at me differently. “Yeah, Jacqueline Kennedy is my grandmother,” I boast.

This is the first time I’ve ever brought up the relation and now I know why. Every single face in the room twists, each with a different reaction. “Holy shit, you’re New York royalty,” Sienna finally points out.

I may be New York royalty, but they’re interested in what I have to offer politically. I haven’t been involved in politics in years, not that I could give a shit. But, I might as well lean into it. “Yeah, I just got off the phone with Liberty Washington. She’s my best friend,” I name-drop the presidential candidate’s daughter.

Olivia gasps, leaning forward. “Oh my gosh, she’s so cool. I saw she was front row at the Dior show during fashion week. What’s she like?” she presses.

I smile, casually stepping over Gabrielle’s outstretched legs to sit next to Olivia. “She’s a great friend. We talk 24/7,” I tell her as I sit.

Olivia smiles, scooting a bit closer to me. “You’ll have to bring her to meet your new friends sometime,” she says, gesturing to the group.

I nod, seeing another way to solidify my place in the group. “She’d love that! As long as I can bring Audrey,” I attempt to include my roommate who is now deep in a conversation with Harry and Kier, but mostly Kier.

“Yeah!” Olivia beams before asking the question I hoped one of them would inquire about, “Are you rushing Greek?”

I purse my lips, adjusting in my seat a bit as if I’m unsure of my answer. “I was thinking about it. Only if Audrey does it with me,” I smoothly articulate. Hell yeah, Rowan. That was totally believable.

Olivia nods excitedly and D.Q. joins the conversation, “Well you should, and not to toot our horn but Theta is the best.”

“No dirty rushing,” Gabrielle leans over and interjects.

D.Q. rolls her eyes, sitting back on the couch. “We’re not dirty rushing by stating facts, Gabe,” she scoffs.

I like these girls already and can definitely see myself calling Theta home if the rest of them are like this. “Yeah well, we have to go,” I murmur before standing. My skin sticks to the leather seat, causing me to scratch my thighs while turning around. “It was nice meeting you all,” I say to the group.

Kier pouts, taking a strand of Audrey’s golden locks between his fingers. “But, I was just getting to know all about my beloved’s favorite book,” he grumbles.

After inhaling deeply, he releases her hair, letting it flow back down in place. Audrey turns maroon and she looks like she’s about to faint.

“Fuckin hell, you’re dramatic, mate,” Harry bellows, smacking his friend on the shoulder.

I shake my head at the boy’s antics before Harry steps toe to toe with me. “Can I have your number?” he shakily requests.

My eyes search Harry’s to find nothing but burning desire. I nod, stepping towards Audrey to grab my phone that she’s been holding in her pocket all night. I unlock it before passing it to Harry. 

He takes it from my hand, quickly typing his contact in before passing it back to me. “You’ll text me?” he asks with a tone of insecurity.

Tucking my phone in my back in Audrey's back pocket. “I think that’s the point of me getting your number,” I jest, lacing my fingers with my friend’s to tug her away. “Bye, Harry,” I say over my shoulder.

Audrey stumbles over her feet behind me, calling over her shoulder, “It was nice meeting you, Kiernan!”

“Farewell, my love,” he sweetly returns the goodbye. I’ll never understand love at first sight, but those two clearly have it.

Once we’re outside on the sidewalk, I begin swinging our linked hands as we make the short walk back to the dorms. “Did you get everything you needed?” Audrey voices lowly.

I nod with a smile, even though it feels taboo. I know I shouldn’t like revenge, but god does it already taste so sweet. “Yup. Day two starts tomorrow,” I inform her of our plans.

“Good,” she responds as we turn right into the courtyard.

But what the hell have I gotten myself into?

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