#platonic cabernet x reader

[istarveforplatonicptnstuff]

Pookie, what do you think of ptn characters being self aware au?? I need another platonic for that😍😍😍

Pookie 😿 The way that I wanted to answer this right away, but I ended up thinking about it for half a day, since today I had to finish counting tears in a plastic bottle (life update, today was my GRD and they had me recite 50 STEPS 😀 Changing patient gown and iv infusion + insertion 😢 But I SLAYED because I got perfect and one mistake in the other 😎) - Idk about ya'll but... You probably found out about the game based on the ad that had MISS 🤭 MAAM 🥰 Zoya... You guys don't understand the GRIP 😩 it had on me when I saw the ad for the first time... So, after watching THE ad that saved LIVES 🤩 including mine ofc 😊 You downloaded the app, despite having ZERO experience playing a tower defense game... 😶 That was me, highkey projecting rn... 😔😔😔 - So after days of getting used to the game, you started watching the interrogation since you were quite curious about the sinners backstory... 🤔🤔🤔 After finishing part of Hella's interrogation, you started to notice weird things happening in the game.

- If you put Zoya as your display character, she starts getting too real about asking you how your day was. And telling you stuff like; You better level me first 😤😤😤 because I'm the only who can protect you bbgirl... 🐺 Girl... This wasn't here before 🤨 so you definitely looked it up, but to no avail... So you probably felt special... 😍😍😍 Like, for me??? 🥺 Oh my gah 😱 I'm never letting you go POOKIE 🤭 Though you got jumpscared by the way Zoya suddenly responded with, That's right... I'm your pookie now... 😈 Making you press the home button on your phone due to how much you are FOLDING rn... 😳😳😳 Zoya canonically RIZZING you up pookie... *Sighs in not being able to relate because I'm not You pookie... 😞* But lmao imagine saying words like, Pookie 😍, Rizz 😏, and Bbgirl 🐺 to THE Zoya, like this is sending me rn... The way that I giggled a lil bit too hard writing this, feeling a lil EMBARAZZED picturing how Zoya would probably react to this... She's probably amused at you fangirling about her character, gives me FANSERVICE queen vibes like??? 😳 She knows how to play her role TOO well... 🥵

If you decide to put Adela as your display chara... (Though, what you know about my POOKIE Adela??? 🤨 Maam, I probably need to see that I.D for verification that you are INDEED another Pookie of Adela's... 🧐🧐🧐 /j I SEE 👀 you that one Adela pookie in my comments rn... So, this one's for you 🥰 and a lil bit of a spoiler pooks, if you see this rn... I'm writing another installment to our fav hair stylist soon...) - Adela would DEFINITELY give you good advice about hair... Me thinks my girl Adela knows FASHION 💃 Because, you cannot convince ME that this girl doesn't know how to dress up, like??? Her default outfit? SLAYED THE BOOTS DOWN 👢💥 So, rest assured you guys chose the right girl to display because this girl DON'T play around with both SERVING looks and SLAYING in one setting like girl... Me thinks if you like asmr, and had it on playing in the background and she hears and sees how it relaxes you... She probably would replicate it, like girlie had a secret career brewing and thought that we didn't notice??? 😯 Pookie, at this point, if you want to sleep or just relax... Hop on the game rn... Adela's doing 💈✂ barber shop 💇‍♀️ asmr... 😴😴😴 Adela havers be having a good night sleep, being blessed every night with her calming atmosphere... (Average Adela fan spotted, I will YAP when I hear her name...) Her voice lines would make you feel that you guys were besties from the start, or it's either like she's your mom friend and you guys get to hanggg around when she's not too busy SERVING the customers 💅

Not the soul siren 😭 but if you guys put her as your display character and you eat in front of her during a break... Sis will ROAST you like she's a copy of Gordon Ramsay, but more CUNTIER 💋 Girl acts like you are one of her 5 star chef and DEMANDS that you eat something else... 🙄 Babes really think you're rich 💳✨ and have MONEYYY to eat ✨exquisite✨ food... Only the best food for her caretaker. Girl really said that like you was her maid or something like??? WHAT? 😭😭😭 Lowkey judges you like you're BROKE or smth, same thing applies if you're actually not broke or like... College student tingssss, which makes it even WORSE because sister manages to convince you to buy her skins every time or pull copies of her... Pookie, I think she's a secret marketing agent of AISNO... 🤨 Girl WILL be obsessed with you the moment you max her, forfeit all moral possessions for her, and HER exclusively... 🤐🤐🤐 Sis does not leave you alone even after all that... She's hard to please 😞, in short but she warms up to you when you show significant improvement in your life... It's giving... Strict asian parents vibes 😶 Though, for realsys she isn't mean but like she's hard to predict pookie... I think she's kinda more on the practical side of things... When I mean practical, like your cooking skills... Critiques you as if you're in culinary school... 😃 Tough love for you pookie 💔 But dw, she'll change... When you manage to impress her with your cooking skills, of course 😇 Extra An: Pooks, if ya'll want more... 🤭 Comment which characters you want to see in this series or request other stuff that you want to see... The more KRAZY 🤪 it is, the more likely I am able to EAT 🍴 it up (Though, your pooks wouldn't be active much/still brewing some ideas 🧍‍♀️) TOODLES!

[a-midnight-rabbit-writes]

Kisses and Cabernet

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Vil x Male!Reader

A shy, wine-drunk reader realizes that the feelings they have for a close friend are far from platonic

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CW: consumption of alcohol, intoxication, no pronouns used but reader is implied to be male

Word count: 566

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He was laughing at you.

Vil Schoenheit was laughing at you.  And you for whatever reason just couldn’t find it in yourself to be angry or even moderately displeased about it.  

Lifting yourself from the place where you had stumbled to the floor, you guided yourself back to your chair, an inebriated wobble gracing your steps as you settled back into your spot across the table from the other man.

You could feel your heart skipping erratically in your chest, and a warmth blossoming across your cheeks, both a side effect of the wine and embarrassment you told yourself, nothing more.  It was certainly not because of the giddy blond in front of you, who had slowly been letting his ever-present facade rest on the occasions that the two of you had come to spend time alone together.  Occasions that you had noticed were becoming more frequent, of late.

You reach for your half-empty glass of wine, sitting on the edge of the table, the contents of the glass, some variety of red wine, more than likely something with quite the price tag on it, knowing Vil’s penchant for settling upon nothing but the best.  Having spent the last while lost in conversation with your former classmate, you had lost track of not only time, but just how many glasses you’d had.  You briefly wondered just how many madols worth of wine you had consumed this evening.

“I think you’ve had quite enough of that for tonight, my dear sweet potato.”  Vil stated, stifling his laughter and regaining his composure as he refocused his lilac eyes onto you.  You were certain that at this moment his eyes outshone even the glimmering golden eyeshadow that he had dusted on his eyelids for this evening.  Had that particular shade of purple always been quite so lovely?  You were sure that you had always been more partial to other colors.

Realizing that you had been staring for several moments too long you tore your gaze away from his, feeling your face warm anew, your cheeks burning even more this time.

“Is something the matter dear potato?”  Having had a glass or two of wine himself, Vil couldn’t hide the teasing lilt in his voice.  Or perhaps he could, he was a world-class actor after all.  Across from him, you must have been dying.  The frantic palpitations in your chest accompanied a sudden lack of oxygen as you attempted in vain to regain a semblance of collectedness under the model’s playful gaze.  You shut your eyes, taking a shallow breath.

“Everything’s fine.” You assured him, none too convincingly.

In a more serious tone this time he spoke your name.

“Look at me.”

You opened your eyes to see him leaning close to you, his expression unreadable, though his eyes held a softness that you weren’t sure you’d ever seen in them before.

Before you had a chance to react, the other man’s lips were pressed against your own, his fingers lightly brushing against your jawline before trailing to the back of your neck, his fingertips warm against the nape of your neck.  His other hand grasped yours atop the cool wooden surface of the table.  Your eyes fluttering closed, you were unsure if this was real, or some saccharine daydream born of your inebriation.  

Though you were at least certain of one thing; his lips were sweeter than any wine.

[storiesofsvu]

Classified Affairs Ch 3

Heather Dunbar x fem!reader Warnings: language, smut, strap on, mommy kink, choking, Dom/sub dynamics.

Stepping out of the elevator you obediently followed Heather down the hall, waiting while she opened the door to her suite. You, again, weren’t sure what exactly to expect, but the room you stepped into was large, the sinks and mirrors shortly to your left in an alcove that lead to the bathroom, beyond that a small kitchenette with a breakfast bar that broke up the space into the living room. You assumed the door on the right led off to the bedroom, and considering the space, there was probably an ensuite bathroom somewhere in there.

Heather stepped out of her shoes as she began to make herself more comfortable, letting out a soft hum as she moved into the space. You followed her lead, leaving your purse on the small table in the entry way.

“You’re alright with red?” She asked as she turned back to you from her spot in the kitchen.

“Yes M’am.”

“Good girl.” She smiled, her head nodded toward the other side of the breakfast bar, a sign for you to take a seat, and you did so, watching as she poured out two glasses of Cabernet, sliding one across to you. You took a swig before your eyes moved up to hers, taking in the small grin on her face.

“So…where do we…start?”

“We start with the basics.” Heather smiled, “to triple check…you are single, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I don’t like to share.”

“I figured as much.”

“We can figure out the details in a bit, but the gist is that I will provide you with a weekly salary. It will be less for just companionship, a more platonic relationship, if you will. If that is the case, I will still provide you with wardrobe, makeup and the like, and any meals will always be paid for. And like I said, I’ll get you out of that terrible neighbour hood, I’ve already got my eye on a couple of condos, I just wanted you to have a look at them first.”

“You really don’t have to”—

“Ah.” She held up a hand and your mouth flew shut. “I am in charge here. If I want to gift you something, you accept. Understood?”

“Yes M’am.”

“Good girl.” She smirked again and you felt yourself flutter, “if our relationship goes further, which….I dare say, expect it will…then you will receive more. Aside from the condo, I can help you out with those student loans, I’ll take care of your utilities and any medical bills that come in. I’ll arrange a grocery order to be delivered to the condo weekly, and have a maid service that will help take care of it. If you have a gym membership, it will be covered, along with any subscriptions you currently have or want during our time together.”

“And in exchange….I just…spend time with you?”

“Well for the larger deal it would involve me fucking you.” She stated bluntly, taking a sip of her wine as her hand moved to a folder that lay on the other end of the island, “this is the general form, the NDA that I will need your sign before we go any further than this conversation. There’s a larger contract involving more kinks, your limits and the like that I will need back before we divulge into our next session.”

Your fingers slid through the side of the folder, flipping it open as you began to read through it. It was the standard non disclosure, you can’t talk about her to anyone, no social media presence of the relationship, while you could post photos of the meals you had with her, the resorts she might whisk you away to, or the events you went to, you were absolutely never allowed for any piece of her to be involved. Which...all things considered, you understood. That if you saw her in public, you were to address her as M’am or Ms Dunbar, no hint of your relationship showing through (unless at the restaurant where she did insist you treat her normally and call her Heather). Once you finished reading the page you picked up the pen, scrawling your name across the signature line, earning a soft smile from Heather as you slid it back to her.

“And now?” You raised a brow at the older woman and she chuckled, gesturing to you to drink more of your wine.

“You are interested in the larger deal? In taking this relationship sexual?”

“Yes!” You replied, your cheeks heating as you realized just how eager you sounded, how quickly you’d responded.

“Good.” Her eyes dragged up your form as her hand reached out, tilting your chin toward her, “I do hope you’re usually a good girl…I would hate to have to punish you.”

“I’ll do my best.” Your voice suddenly shrank, becoming so small you were nearly unsure of yourself. This woman held so much power over you and she’d barely touched you, you wondered if there was anything you wouldn’t do for her.

“Know that I expect you to be ready for me. Always. If I send you a set, or ask you to wear a specific colour, you will do so.” You nodded, “but more of that later…for now…are you comfortable with me calling you kitten?”

“Yes please.” You practically breathed out, your face melting into the palm she had on your cheek.

“God you really are a good girl, aren’t you?”

“When I want to be.” That earned a soft pinch to your chin as she chuckled.

“Would you like to be good for Mommy?” She asked and your eyes widened, the tingle shooting its way through your body before your thighs clenched uncomfortably.

“Yes.” You whimpered.

“That’s what I thought.” Heather smirked, her hand not once leaving your face as she moved around the island. She paused slightly as you rotated on the stool to face her, her second hand coming up to cup your other cheek as she gazed down at you. You felt your heart thundering in your chest at the sheer idea of her being so intimately close with you that you weren’t sure you’d be able to handle and actual kiss.

With a small grin, she leant downwards, her lips meeting yours gently. It felt like fucking fire, the passion behind such a soft kiss nearly breaking you. Your hands quickly wound around her neck, tugging her to you as you let out a soft groan into her mouth. You felt her chuckle, deepening the kiss as her tongue delved into your mouth and you whimpered as she did so. You could taste her dinner, the wine, but even more powerful was the massaging of her tongue against yours and all you wanted was to feel it against other parts of your body.

By the time you finally pulled apart, Heather had tugged you to your feet and you were a whining mess in her arms. She laughed softly at your pleading eyes as you gazed up at her,

“So I guess you do want to take this to the bedroom kitten?”

“I’ll be good Mommy…I promise.”

“We’ll set a word later, once we’ve discussed things that you like and don’t later. For now, are you familiar with the stop light method?” Your head tilted in a way Heather found so adorably innocent.

“No?”

“I’ll keep things relatively tame tonight then.” She smirked, “when I check in with you, ask you your colour, you reply with green for go, yellow for slow down or maybe, or an I don’t know, and red for stop. Same thing if something starts to happen you’re not comfortable with or not sure if you’re comfortable with, alright?” You nodded, “I need to hear you.”

“Yes.”

“Have you indulged in many kinks before this?”

“A few.”

“Have you taken a strap before?”

“Yes.” Again, this one was probably a little to eager, your eyes glistening as they shot up to hers and she chuckled, stepping closer to you as her lips ghosted over yours.

“Would you like Mommy’s cock tonight kitten?”

“Please.” You whispered, rocking up onto your toes, trying to chase after her lips, “please fuck me Mommy. I’ll be so good. I promise.”

“You better.”

Heather practically growled as her hand moved into the roots of your hair, tugging lightly as she aimed her lips for yours once again. Meeting them in a fiery kiss, her tongue easily slipping into your mouth, dancing gracefully with yours. Her hands tickled down your sides, leaving paths of heat under your dress in their trails. She sunk her teeth into your lower lip briefly, enjoying the moan in pulled from you, grinning into the kiss before she pulled away slightly, leaving your lips kiss swollen, panting for air as your hooded eyes gazed up at her.

“Why don’t you get undressed kitten? Everything off, and you wait on the bed, patience is the utmost important, alright?”

“Yes M’am.”

She swatted at your hip gently to get you moving, nudging you toward the bedroom. Your fingers swiftly found the clasp on your dress, tugging the zipper down and letting it drop down your body. You’d figured that tonight would involve revealing what was under it, so you’d worn your best matching black bra and panty set. It wasn’t much, but the sight of it was enough to pull a fire behind Heather’s eye.

She had to admit, she was more and more curious about you as your explored time went on. She found herself wondering what exactly you had experienced already, and what you were interested in, or even what you’d heard of before when it came to kinks. She was always one to push the limits, and she was eager to know where yours were. She wondered if you were always this submissive or if it was just her demeanour that had you obeying her every word, if she would maybe have a little brat on her hands in a few weeks. She wondered if you normally kept things just to women or if you’d had experience with men as well. A few of those she was sure she would learn as the time went on, and she was sure she could get you into exploring a few other things that may not have been on your radar beforehand, but for now, she focussed on the more and more exposed skin she saw as you neatly folded your dress, placing it on a chair before turning back to her, a shy smile on your face.

You felt your cheeks heat at the sight of Heather so intently watching you, though your eyes widened as she started to unbutton her blouse, revealing the violet lace bra underneath. She chuckled as your tongue darted out, wetting your lips when she dropped her shirt into a spare chair,

“Don’t stop on my accord kitten.” She urged with a small grin.

“Sorry.” You ducked your head as your hands reached around your back, un clasping your bra and dropping it on top of your dress. You nearly gasped as Heather’s fingers clasped around your chin, moving your face back up to hers as she tsk’d her tongue.

“There’s no reason to apologize. You did nothing wrong.” Her eyes raked over your bare chest, “my god are you ever fucking beautiful.” You let out a small giggle.

“Thank you M’am.”

“Keep going.” Her hand dropped from your face, “I want to see how gorgeous that little pussy of yours is.”

“Mhmm.” You nodded, your cheeks heating. This time you kept your eyes on her as your hands delved into the waistband of your thong, pulling it down and tossing onto the chair with the rest of your things.

“Fuck…” she muttered, “I knew you’d be a good choice.” Heather smiled, slipping out of her skirt, leaving her in her lush lingerie set as she stepped toward you once again, her hands grasping at your hips as she nudged you toward the bed. “Lie back…make yourself comfortable.” You did as she said, shifting until your head hit the plush pillows, “do you need a towel?” She asked and your head lifted up,

“For…what?”

She chuckled darkly.

“Do you squirt kitten?”

“I— I thought that was just a porn thing?”

“Oh honey…” Heather chuckled once again, eager to show you what wonders awaited you, what kind of powerful, body rocking orgasms she could pull from you. This brought her curiosity back to what exact kind of history you had, wondering how plentiful your previous sexual partners had been, wondering when you started exploring things. She kneeled on the bed by your hips, “we’ll save that challenge for another night…” she leant over pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “but don’t worry, Mommy will take wonderful care of you tonight.”

“Thank you.” You breathed, your eyes fluttering shut at the feel of her lips making a trail down the side of your jaw, her teeth scraping against the skin of your neck. “Can…can I touch you?” You asked hesitantly, knowing it appeared she was strict with rules.

“You may.” She murmured, biting into your pulse point, pulling a groan from you, “but absolutely no marks.”

“Yes M’am.”

It was in an instant that your arms wrapped around her, pulling her tighter to you as her lips and teeth trailed across your skin. You let up your grip lightly as she shifted downward, her mouth wrapping around your nipple. You let out a heavy moan at the sensation, your hand tangling into her loose hair, holding her to your chest. Her teeth nipped at your sensitive nipple, pulling it away from your body before letting it go with a lewd pop. With a flash of a smirk she moved to the other side repeating her actions as her hand started to dance up your inner thigh.

“Oh fuck…” you swore quietly, your hips rocking up to try and meet her hand, to try and get more relief from Heather in that moment. You felt her lips smirk around your tit, her teeth biting a little heavier at your impatience. Your hips shot up, a gasp leaving your mouth as the pads of her fingers started to toy with your folds, barely dipping in enough to get satisfaction, but enough to torment you. She ever so slowly began to push them in bit by bit, every plunge pulling out your wetness, spreading it around your pussy while her fingers circled your clit.

“God you’re drenched.” She muttered, her mouth making a home at the under-curve of your chest, sucking and biting a mark into it. Your body began to writhe underneath hers, a loud gasp escaping your lips as her fingers finally sunk into you.

Heather groaned softly at the feel of your warm, wet pussy enveloping her fingers, she always loved the sensation, barely able to hold back the chuckle at the way you were already fluttering around her. She fucked her hand into you slowly, exploring at your walls as you whined and whimpered above her. Her fingers scissored and widened, stretching you out for her cock, wanting to make sure you were ready to take it. She began to curl her hand, easily finding the sensitive spot within you. Your hips shot up, a yelp leaving your lips when she did, thighs beginning to shake around her. She’d wound you up so much with just her words you were sure you weren’t going to last long. She chuckled, sitting up so she could watch her fingers disappear into your cunt.

“You’re such a good girl…you can come for Mommy whenever you want to.” She purred, quickening the pace of her hand, curling right across your special spot with ever thrust of her fingers.

“Oh fuck…fuck..oh God!” Your whines turned into a shout as your orgasm shot through you, your body trembling as Heather watched with a gleam in her eyes and a smirk on her lips. Her hand continued fucking you through your orgasm until your body had stilled.

You felt the bed shift beneath you as she crawled up your body,

“Open.” She commanded, her dripping fingers inches from your lips as you gazed up at her, obeying her once again. You let out a soft moan as she dipped her fingers into your mouth, your tongue lapping around them, sucking and cleaning your juices off them. “Good girl.” She praised, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips as she removed her hand.

Heather shifted off the bed, pausing with a smirk as she reached into the bag on the nightstand, pulling out a strap that made your breath catch in your throat once again. It wasn’t the size of it, it was the sight of her strapped up and the knowledge that she wanted to completely destroy you that made you feel absolutely weak. She knelt back onto the bed, her hands trailing up your leg as you shivered at the touch.

“Colour, kitten?”

“Green…please..fuck me..”

Heather chuckled, coating the dildo in lube, teasing your folds with it briefly before sinking it into your waiting pussy. You let out a soft moan that nearly matched Heather’s as the toy pressed against her clit. She started to plunge into you, the toy dragging across your gspot with ever thrust. You weren’t quite sure how, but Heather knew exactly how to fuck you to bring you to your absolute breaking point and you were only two minutes in. You wondered how you’d gotten so lucky in life, your hand trailing down your body, fingers starting to search out your clit, beginning to rub against it in order to chase your release. Your body shivered with sensation, thighs quaking as you were about to reach your peak. Suddenly Heather’s hand closed around your wrist, pulling your hand away from yourself as she slowed her thrusts to a torturously slow pace.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

“No M’am.” You whined, “ but please…”

“Over. Now.” She swatted at your hip as she pulled out of you, resulting in another whine. “You put your hands on the headboard kitten, and you leave them there if you want to come. Understood?”

“Yes Mommy.” You breathed in response, letting out a cry as Heather plunged back into you with no warning.

Heather’s hands grasped onto you hips so tightly you knew you’d have marks the next day. Your fingers gripped at the headboard, doing your best to hold it to you so the force of Heather’s thrusts wouldn’t be banging it into the wall. Her cock dragged against your gspot with every thrust, the new angle able to dive deeper and deeper into you.

Finally her arms reached around you, one searching out your clit, rubbing hastily at your pulsating nub.

“Fuck..oh fuck…Mommy please…”

“You take my cock so well….are you going to come sweet thing?” She asked, thrusting harder into your sopping cunt.

“More..please…”

“More what?” She teased, her hips meeting yours with vigour.

“Choke me.” You managed to utter out, your pussy clenching down over the strap, the heat prickling at your skin as your orgasm chased through you. You practically sobbed as Heather pulled you up flush to her chest, her hand closing around your throat as her hips fucked into you. It only took a few moments between that and her fingers on you clit before your body was shaking against hers, a loud cry leaving your lips. Your juices dripped around the toy, shivering with a whimper as she pulled out of you, both of you panting.

You dropped onto the pillows, your eyes fluttering shut in pleasure as you caught your breath, you felt Heather move off the bed. It was a moment before you felt her hand trace up you back, her lips following its path until she pressed a kiss to your neck that you hummed at.

“Holy fuck.” You muttered, rolling your head to face her and she chuckled.

“So I assume you’re alright with continuing this arrangement?”

“I would absolutely love to.” You murmured.

“Good.” She sat back on the bed, straddling you briefly, “as would I.” Heather kissed the back of your neck before rolling over, collapsing on the bed beside you. She let you curl into her side, letting you catch your breath as you came back to earth, “I obviously can’t stay,” she murmured, “but I will leave a copy of the contract on the island. Go through it, scratch out whatever you’re not comfortable with, add in whatever you feel like.” She pressed a kiss to your head, “and the suite is yours until noon on Friday.”

“Thank you.” You murmured sleepily, letting out a small yawn.

“Continue to be my good little kitten and you’ll get a lot more than that.” She mused, watching the way your lips curled up in a smile at her words. Her hand softly pushed your mussed hair off your face as your breathing regulated, falling into a gentle sleep.

Once she was sure you were out like a light, she slipped from under your arms, collecting her things and leaving the hotel suite.

You however, were completely blissed out and completely exhausted from it. Not to mention the luscious hotel bed that your body sunk into before Heather was even gone. It was far from the crappy mattress at your studio, even if you’d tried to get up, you were in dreamland of comfy pillows and lush duvets before you could even imagine, falling into a deep sleep that you so desperately needed before she was even out the door.

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[istarveforplatonicptnstuff]

Caught lying in the resume as Cabernet's staff...

Cabernet looked about just ready to EAT 🍴 you... But HOLD UP 🤚 We need to rewind how did you exactly get here.. 🤐🤐🤐 So, flashback before babes decided that your life was basically forfeit...

Pooks decided to look for a helper to help an up and coming event where rich 💳💳💳 people will attend, so her employees posted an ad for applications... You, came across it and decided "Hey, why not apply to this side hustle? 🤪🤪🤪 " Thinking you were slick about deciding to lie your way into getting the job but noooo 🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️ You weren't. 😒 She already knew what was up but, decided to hire you anyways because you were exactly what she was looking for. Young, naïve, and stupid... Smh, you really thought... Gworl, she RICH RICH, why would you try this?

Anywayssss fast forward to the event, you were clueless roaming around the damn hall, overwhelmed by the flock of rich people crowding the place. Bestie you stuck out like a sore thumb 👍 the entire time... Trying to think of a way to help out since everyone knew what they were doing, except YOU 😩 Unbeknownst to you, Cabernet was watching the interaction the whole time, you awkwardly nodding to a random old rich couple who demanded to see the chef, their anger rising as you scramble to get a chef or someone... 🙃 Perfect... You were the perfect candidate for making this event a success...

Meanwhile, you standing like a fool 🧍‍♀️ tryna find someone, the manager??? 👩‍💼 so ya'll can figure out how to y'know.. Deal with rich karens ig... Babes is already stalking her meal 😋, while you're still busy with how tf are you gonna get out of here 🏃‍♀️ yes, you decided to spanish vanish like Duolingo held your marketable plushies as hostage 🦉🟢

Then, you just so happened to be at the crime scene because you were LOST 🗿 in this huge ass place that the event was held in, making you open a random door, that you thought is the exit 🚪 But nah, pookie witnessed a crime scene like a live horror move scene straight out of the screen, like??? Are you seeing this shit rn? 🤓🤓🤓 Then, you ran away from the room and frantically LEAVE the place altogether. Too bad she was faster than you, with those louie gucci prada stilettos' my girl was SERVING 👩‍🍳 while hunting you down... 💅💅💅

When she finally caught up to you... She was ready to EAT you up... But you ATE when you recited the escucha😆las🔪palabras 🧍🏻‍♀️de 😡las 😍brujas 🙈los 😢secretos 😒escondidos 😱en 😜la 😾noche 👹los 😈antiguos🙈 dioses 😩invocamos 😃ahora 👺la 💅🏽obra 👄de😋la 🤣magia ✨oculta 😓 and cutely disappeared... Without a TRACE ✍✍✍ Girlie was stunned, but decided to hire you again after her cravings was satisfied 🤭 You got yourself another job to do, congrats!!! 🎉🎉🎉 Sis gave you some MONEYYYY 👻👻👻 that you decided to come back because you were PAID, unlike your previous boss Bai Yi who didn't pay you AT all... AN: If you haven't read the committing tax fraud with Bai Yi then... (Stink, this scenario can be alt route or the canon route depending on how you think of it as...) So, be posting some random ass fics while trying to come up with second parts of my previous workssss 🥰🥰🥰 *Gets in the getaway car, as Che drives me back to sue the company for you getting underpaid for the SERVE! you did during your time in Bai Yi's company...* Possible hint for the next installment (?) /hj