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[enrgyx6]

spinning pony tail P around in my head like a little basketball

[gigabyte-flare]

The Dragon's Respite

[A Gigabyte Flare One Shot]

Summary: It's early in the morning of the day that the Midnight Rangers are set to confront the Threnodian threat along side the mysterious Rover. You awake to find your lover restless and you are determined to ease his troubled thoughts.

Word Count: 1.3k

Pairing: Jiyan x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: mostly fluff, very mild angst, unprotected p in v, creampie

A/N: To say I've been addicted to Wuthering Waves is an understatement. Jiyan has lived rent free in my head since I started the game. I need this man in a way that is concerning to feminism.

And before anyone says anything, yes, I am well aware that Jiyan is not a dragon; it is just incredibly sexy to call him a dragon. Don't at me 🤣

It is the chill of the room that wakes you, realizing you are not wrapped in the embrace of your lover. Your eyes flutter open, the room is dark still, the shades drawn closed to keep out prying eyes. Even so, from behind them, you can see the first signs of the early morning, much to your dismay. You sit up, your eyes scanning the dark room until they settle on the figure sitting at the end of the bed, his hands resting on his thighs, his luscious teal hair disheveled from sleep.

You slowly sit up, leaning over to the bedside table to grab the brush sitting on it. You shift yourself so that you're behind him. With the brush in hand, you begin to comb out the general's hair.

"What's the matter, Jiyan?" you ask, the concern evident in your voice as you continue to brush out his hair, your eyes scanning over the toned muscle of his back, "you're really tense."

"The Retroact Rain will start rising soon," Jiyan replies, rolling his right shoulder, "and when it does, I have to be ready."

You let out a deep sigh, now putting Jiyan's hair up in his signature pony tail, giving you a clear view of the Tacet Mark that runs down his spine. You reach for it, gently dragging your fingers tips down the mark. This elicits a soft sigh from him and you can’t help but smile in response. You then lean forward, placing a soft kiss upon the mark.

Jiyan groans, turning towards you to capture your lips in a tender kiss. He brings his hand up, running his fingers through your hair.

"Are you trying to awaken the dragon, my love?" he asks, the pupils in his golden eyes dilating slightly as he pulls away from the kiss.

You bite your bottom lip, giving Jiyan a playful but knowing look, "perhaps I am…"

A low chuckle emanates from him as he turns his body towards you. You lay yourself back down on the bed as he climbs on top of you, caging you under his body. Your gaze travels down his chiseled form before settling on the noticeable bulge under his grey sweatpants.

"My eyes are up here, love," Jiyan says with a chuckle, gently grasping your chin between his index finger and thumb, coaxing your gaze back to his face, "we'll need to be quick."

His fingers hook into the hem of his sweatpants, quickly removing them as you remove your own pajamas, the two of you now completely nude. Jiyan wastes no time settling his hips between your spread legs. The head of his cock teases your soaked entrance, causing your breath to hitch. Grasping your hips in his hands, he sheathes himself into you with a single thrust. He lets out a low moan as he begins to move his hips, angling his hips so that his cock hits all the right places inside you, making you see stars.

Your fingers latch onto his back, your fingernails digging into his Tacet Mark inadvertently, eliciting a growl from him. His lips devour yours as he begins to pound into you, the head of his member kissing your cervix with each thrust. The heels of your feet dig into the bed as you cry out his name.

"I-I'm… I'm so close, Jiyan--!"

He lets out another chuckle, "oh, I know, love," he leans down to whisper in your ear, "your pretty pussy always flutters around my cock just before I send you into bliss."

That is the catalyst that sends you over the edge and your release gushes around him, pulling another chuckle out of him. He, however, is not finished with you. Looping his arms around your legs, he props them onto his shoulders as he practically folds you in half, strengthening his assault on your throbbing cunt. Overstimulated, tears run down the sides of your face as you cover your mouth with one of your hands, screaming into it as to prevent your cries from being heard by the entire Midnight Rangers camp.

Jiyan's thrusts start to become erratic as he chases his own release. He brings one of his hands up to cup the side of your face, carefully pulling your hand away from your mouth before saying softly, "where do you want me, love?"

"Inside," you plead, your breaths labored as you reach up, grasping the back of his head, "please, Jiyan…"

He smirks at you, his gold eyes boring into yours, "of course, love. I'll give you everything I have."

With a couple more powerful thrusts, he pushes himself inside you as deep as he can go, painting your pussy walls with his hot seed with a loud groan. Sealing his lips over yours, his tongue invades your mouth as his cock continues to throb inside you. You moan into his kiss, your tongue welcoming his as you drape your arms around his shoulders. Breaking away from the kiss, Jiyan rests his forehead against yours, his breaths labored as he comes down from his orgasm. You whimper softly, your body trembling beneath his in the aftermath of your own release.

Jiyan leans back down, giving you another tender kiss, which you happily reciprocate, his fingers combing through your hair as he deepens the kiss. An abrupt knock on the door shatters the blissful moment, causing you to jump; meanwhile, Jiyan lets out an irritated groan.

"General Jiyan!" a male voice calls out from the other side of the door, "your presence is needed, sir! Rover and Yangyang are on their way!"

He props himself up on his hands, slowly unsheathing himself from your warmth. You can feel his cum leak out from you, causing a smile to cross your lips. Jiyan smiles down at you, bringing his hand back up to caress your cheek.

"Do you mind helping me dress?" he asks, the sorrow clear in his golden gaze.

"Of course I don't mind, Jiyan."

Jiyan climbs off the bed and walks over to the closet while you pick up your pajamas off the floor, putting them back on. Meanwhile, Jiyan has begun to dress, putting on his leather pants, boots and the tight black leather tank top; you always loved how it perfectly accentuates his toned chest. The rest of his uniform is piled onto the bed; you pick up the beautiful fabric and help him get it on. It takes several minutes to get the robes of his uniform on, as there are several intricate pieces that have to be placed perfectly. Thankfully for you, this is not the first time you've helped Jiyan put his uniform on, and it certainly won't be your last.

Once he's dressed, you can't help but take a step back to marvel at him; you were always a sucker for a man in uniform. Another chuckle from Jiyan breaks you out of your daze, causing you to blush. Jiyan approaches you, placing his hands onto your hips before kissing you once more as you drape your arms onto his shoulders.

You break the kiss, letting out a soft sigh, "promise you'll come back to me, Jiyan."

"Not even the Threnodian can keep me from you, my love."

He plants one last kiss onto your forehead before turning away from you, walking up to grab his sword that is leaning up against the wall, sheathing it into his belt. He walks up to the door, which automatically slides open from his presence. He stops in the threshold, turning his head slightly to address you once more.

"Don't you worry, love. Victory will be ours."

[softlyjiminie]

yes, officer jeon! | j.j.k

⇢ pairing(s): police officer!jeon jungkook x thief!reader.

⇢ word count: 2.1K.

⇢ rating: 18+, mature.

⇢ genre: smut, police!au, thief!au, hints of gotham city!au.

⇢ summary: as an officer of the law, its jeon jungkook’s rightful duty to put you in your place, whichever way that might be...

⇢ warning(s): please read! heavy smut, pwp, dom!jungkook, sub!reader, oral sex (female receiving.), fingering, light!exhibitionism,  daddy kink, heavy!degrading, overstimulation, handcuffs, light!choking, spanking, cumplay, creampie, unprotected sex - please wear protection!

⇢ author’s note(s): ahhhh !! hello hello everyone its been such a long time since a last posted :(( i've been trying to find the motivation to write along side my exams while planning my upcoming series ooooo. i haven't written for kook in a while so i hope this suffices until my other projects are done. enjoy my loves <3.

jungkook knew you liked doing it on purpose, riling him up on his late night steak outs— testing his patience as you rattled your cuffs against cell bars. you’d always escape, he knew that too...but something about you slipping from right between his fingers always made him all hot and bothered. always flustered with a red hue, the vein on his neck popping as his treacle eyes steeled and scowl pressed prominently at the swell of his lips. you liked to piss him off. it turned you on. it turned him on. 

a sleek little thief like you, taking things that you couldn’t have. devilish eyes glinting like the diamonds that went missing without a trace and a figure with curves snatched away like any prize you could get your hands on. you were bad, you were cunning, smart and tricky. you take things you know jungkook is on the hunt for, the detective always the first on the scene. you like the chase of cat and mouse, of course you play the feline in his game. 

but tonight, you wanted a change of plans, a new game where you were the mouse. the young officer could see it in your eyes, the way you longed for him as his partner lost your tracks in the dark alley. you knew he’d be back to look for you later, he wouldn’t rat you out. not tonight. because he wanted something from you too. 

“oh... now you’ve gone and fucking done it baby.” jungkook snarled, pressing your body against the cool, smooth hood of his police car, he’d parked it somewhere he knew you’d find him after driving his partner home. your trailing blaze a lost cause for kim seokjin. chuckling under your breath, you preened into his grip— he hated the cockiness that ran though your veins even as he manhandled you underneath him. he would break you tonight, as he had done before. make you submit to him.  jeongguk’s calloused and practiced hands trail down to your ass, gropping the peachy flesh through the mesh of your little get up— before delivering a harsh spank to your right cheek, pain blooming just beneath your skin. “such a bad bad girl, sweetheart, why do you love pissing me off?” jungkook delivered one last blow to your ass before he ripped his hands from you, making you whine at the loss of his burning heat that only fuelled your desire. but the officer was back in an instant, grabbing the silver cuffs from his belt and locking your hands behind your back. “do i have to teach you a lesson? put you in your place again?” 

a strong hand yanks your head up by your sleek pony tail, sweaty skin peeling off of the frosty vehicle— large fingers curling around your throat in a way that made you whimper. “jeonggukie—“ you smiled through all his hasty movements, only igniting the anger in jungkook’s chest. he hated the way you basked in this, how wet you got just from pissing him off. he could smell the slick that gathered in your panties, that dribbled down your thighs which only made him growl harshly. hands reached down to smack your clothed cunt, causing you to lurch forward on the hood of his car and for more of your nectar to gush from your warmth— cuffs cutting deliciously into your skin. “mnn, j-jungkook!” 

another smack and a cruel smirk from him. “what’s my fucking name, little girl?” 

“o-officer j-jungkook,” you managed through a broken moan as he tore through your black pants and exposed your red-hot pussy to the cold night air. your arousal glistened under the false light of street lamps near by, he loved how prettily your cunt shined just for him but he knew you’d like better under the bright of the moon— a sole finger curiously trails down to your wet folds, jungkook smirking as you writhed beneath him, craving more than just a feather light touch. he could see your cock resolve fading into the night, cute lil pussy begging to be touched your dribbling hole clenched around nothing. 

“please? so now you’re using manners, slut? so cute but officer jungkook can’t help you if you don’t tell him what you want, little love...” his tone is teasing as he drops to his knees to blow cool air on your pathetically dripping cunt. wiggling, you tried your best to push your ass back onto his face, yearning for jungkook’s lips to wrap round your swelling nub— only to earn a push to your hips and cruel smack to your bare skin. “tell me what you fucking want, or i’ll leave you here...high and dry for other cops to come find, baby.” the officer pinches your clit when you remain silent, smiling as you crumble beneath his touch. “would you like that? if they found you here, all open and exposed?” he continued, smoothing his rough palms over the backs of your thighs, still avoiding where you needed him most. you spasmed at his words, desperately trying to rut your hips into something, anything, for friction. “of course you would, you little minx, go on and answer me— tell me that i’m wrong.”

“i do!” you cry out, finally letting jungkook’s words break you while he moulds you into obedience. “i-i want them t-to find us...with your fingers buried deep in my needy pussy, please,” you finish with a strangled moan, letting out a sharp curse when the officer presses a wet kiss to your pulsing clit before he pushes his tongue between your folds. jungkook’s  laps at your sticky slit, fingers coming up to spread your lips and spit into your hole. you scream into the night air, pushing your forehead into the cool hood of the car, hoping to ease the burn of your skin.

jungkook chuckles darkly, watching as you desperately try to soothe yourself from the stimulation he gives to you. “you’re bein’ so fuckin’ good baby, taste so good for daddy,” he draws back a bit, letting your juices drip down his chin. watching closes, jungkook smiles as your needy little hole sucks in two of digits right away— sliding in with the help of your hot slick. you whine at the full feeling, his two digits stretching you perfectly before, he whispers again. “you love this, little girl, the thrill of getting caught...why don’t you fuck yourself on daddy’s fingers, hm? maybe then i’ll give you my cock.” 

a deep groan settles in the back of his  throat as you begun to grind yourself down on his fingers, his tongue dipping in again to suckle on your clit. you’re soaking wet, sweet nectar pooling onto jungkook’s car as you work yourself to orgasm. the officer could feel you clenching around his digits, quickly deciding to pump them within your hot walls, fucking your hole faster and faster until you came close to your high.

the coil in your stomach snaps, as white light flashes behind your eyes— making them roll back in your head. “officer, oh mnn—jungkook ‘m gonna...” you weep, still moving your hips as you finally cum,  juices squirting out onto his fingers. the dark haired man didn’t stop there, his tongue slurping at the rest of you, working you harder as you calmed down from your orgasm. 

“love it when you squirt for me princess, gimme one more and you’ll get my cock yeah? be good for officer jeon. he breathes against your core, still sucking at your clit—  you can only nod breathlessly as he moved faster, wanting you to cum again. a second orgasm hits you in seconds, jungkook moaning at the taste of your release gathering on his tongue. you could barely blink as he pulled away from your dripping cunt, lifting one of your legs to the car’s hood. the hairs on your skin rose on end as the sounds of officer jeon’s belt unbuckling filled the empty alley way— twisting with the sounds of your lost breath. “officer jeon’s gonna fuck you now baby, and you’re gonna take every inch of him alright?” 

“p-please—“

relieved tears stream down your cheeks as he finally slides his thick, hardened length up and down your slick folds,  soon enough bottoming out inside of you until he was balls deep in your pussy and so far up that you could feel him in sitting heavily in your womb. jeongguk lets out a  broken moan from above you, his hands slamming either side of your head as sweat drips from his hairline— relieved to finally be nestled within your warmth. jungkook was still for a moment, his head dropping to your shoulders to leave bright blooms of red, purple and blue hickies that would be hard to cover in the morning, of course while you adjusted to his length. 

“f-fuck, little one, you’re so tight n wet,” he gasps, drawing his cock almost all the way out of your crying hole before slamming back in— tip catching on the ridges of your red hot walls. your cheek  presses against the car, skin growing sticky with perspiration as he fucks into you hard, abusing your little hole. the dark haired male’s balls slap against the curve of your ass, the head of his dick prodding at your g-spot. 

the cuffs that bind your wrists rattle at every push of his hips into yours, jungkook switching between hard, deep thrusts and shallow fast ones. saliva gathers in your mouth, seeping out of the corners as you allow him to take you, use you for his own pleasure. his pants were heavy above you, mingling with your loud, wanton moans while forced his cock deeper into your heat. “j-jungkook, i can’t,” you sniffed, tears mixing with the shine of sweat and saliva that painted your skin. your core is still sensitive from your last two orgasms and the lewd sounds of your squelching cunt are only making you needier. “too much...”

“shit—you can and you will, dumb little girl....” jungkook growls back, his voice dropping an octave as he watches you cream against his girth, his precum spilling into you and intertwining with your gushing juices. spit gathers in his mouth and he parts his lips, letting it drool into where his lengthy cock stretches open your abused, sopping hole. “now shut the fuck up and cum when i tell you to, good toys don’t fucking talk.” 

your pussy clenches involuntarily around his girth as he feeds it to your greedy hole, his dirty words driving you up a wall. jungkook grabs your cuffs, using them to pull you back onto his length as your hips naturally begin to fall into synch with his thrusts, fleshy ass bouncing every time your hips meet. “look so fucking dumb and worthless on my cock...” jungkook goads, freehand snaking up to your jaw and pinching your cheeks to muffle your moans. “sucking in my dick, dripping all over it. such a needy little thief. so needy for an officer. “should i lock you up just for taking my cock like this, huh?” each word that tumbles from the officer’s pink lips have you crying, moaning, whimpering harder for release— squeezing around him in a silent plea for his load to stuff you full. “my dirty little bitch, fuck baby, wanna breed this dirty, thieving pussy.”  jungkook’s thrusts were beginning to grow sloppier and sloppier, your arousals gushing down your thighs and painting his abdomen with a glittering sheen, he didn’t let up on his pace, knowing that you were both teetering on the edge of orgasm. letting go of your restraints, jungkook forced you flat on your face, gripping at your ass again and landing a few stinging spanks to your marked flesh. a high pitched squeal escaped you as sounds of your wet cunt mixing with the sound of skin on skin driving you right into the arms of your high, the slight touch of jungkook’s fingers against your clit pushing you over. 

“f-fuck! officer!” you cum with a loud shout, creaming on his cock as you squeeze around him— milking jungkook for every last drop of his hot seed as he speeds up his thrusts and paints your cunt with white. jungkook collapses on top of you with a pant in your ear, letting your cum mix as he finally drops he pace of his thrusts into slow grinds.

you barely have time to recover before jungkook is pulling out of you, you’re so full that you can here the mix of your releases falling to the floor. the darker haired officer pulls you up with him by your cuffs and forces you onto your knees,   giving you a view of his bright red, hardened cock. you look up at him with tear stained cheeks and galaxy eyes, as he prods his tip against your lips.

“open up baby girl, maybe if i feed you my cock, you’ll finally learn to shut your mouth and not piss me off.“

[deewithani]

Raindrops in the Wind - Chapter 2

Chapter Rating: T

Work Rating: Explicit (18+)

Pairing: Jango Fett x F!Reader

Word count: Approx. 2.1k

Warnings: Justice system abuse, light blood and gore, medical procedures performed by someone not medically qualified, discussion of potentially gross food.

A/N: Again, canon gets blown out of the water, borrowing from here and there to weave the narrative. OC's abound. No Jango in this chapter (he'll be back soon, I promise), we're learning about the reader. I know almost nothing about healthcare, so take that as you will and don't do what the reader does. Milvayne and the underworld are canon, but I took some liberties on my descriptions of the underworld (since I know next to nothing about it outside of this article: https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Milvayne)

Chapters will list their individual ratings, work is rated Explicit (18+) for eventual explicit content.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Word had spread quickly through the underworld on Milvayne, passing from mouth to filth covered ear, each resident hearing the words a multitude of times: from the mouths of bandits, scavengers, old men dying in the gutter, children picking the pockets of newcomers who hadn't yet discovered they came to a foul place even the light of the maker refused to touch.

“Aleda Vole has work.”

The nature of that work was never spoken aloud, and endless throngs of people came and went from Vole's pawn shop, with no end in sight. To you it looked like Aleda was working night and day, the colorful 'Open' sign lit up no matter the time you passed by on your way to another house call.

You had been sentenced to exile here barely a year prior, punishment for your part in a bacta heist that went wrong. It had became increasingly difficult for the clinic you worked for to obtain basic medical supplies, so you and several of your coworkers took it upon yourselves to steal the supplies from a medical supply transport that was scheduled to arrive in Milvayne City. The heist should have went off without a hitch. The proper palms were greased, heads were turned the other way, but if something seems to good to be true, it probably is.

The theft itself was easy. You and your teammates were able to load up everything you needed and leave the dock without a single pursuer following in your footsteps. A not insignificant amount of credits had successfully bought an easy getaway.

What it failed to buy was silence. Someone was a rat.

Several weeks went by, enough that you felt you had been in the clear, when Milvayne Authority officers kicked down the front door of the clinic, arresting anyone unlucky enough to be in the building. A slew of trials commenced the same day and people were found guilty en masse. Every man, woman, and child that faced trial that day was convicted without so much as a second thought, and people were forced over the ledge into the underworld by the hundreds that day.

Since then, you had used your meager medical skills to barter for food, shelter, and literally anything else that was offered to you. It didn't matter if you were paid in half a yard of soiled fabric, it could be turned into something you could use, it could be traded for something else that you may need, or the new item you traded it for could be bartered yet again. It was a shame you had no real medical experience, though. Being able to heal was worth it's weight in gold, but you had been educated in the upkeep and maintenance of technical systems. Unfortunately there wasn't much need in someone repairing holoprojectors or hover-stretchers here. Those things rarely ever came over the ledge, and when they did they were grabbed up by people with a lot more power than yourself.

What enabled your survival is the fact that your job in the clinic had a lot of down time. If it wasn't time for the scheduled maintenance of the equipment, or something wasn't broke, you made yourself busy straightening up exam rooms, stocking, and chatting with the nurses and doctors at the clinic. You watched them perform basic medical procedures and listened in when they explained to their patients the various illnesses and injuries they were experiencing. Because of the continual lack of supplies you saw cuts being stitched by hand, home-made poultices being applied, and injuries being cleaned and dressed. You were even asked to stand in and assist a handful of times, whenever the need of the patients outpaced the staff that was available.

But now here you were, trudging along a muddy path, checking on your next “patient”, an old woman who cut her hand on some scrap metal she had been trying to pull from a pile near her shack. A friend of hers had found you and asked that you hurry to help, as she was bleeding heavily and she heard that you had some antibiotics. It was true, but the vial had been hard to come by, and you hoped that it would be a secret until you absolutely had to use them.

But this is the underworld of Milvayne. The only time secrets are held is when it is beneficial to hold them, and that is a rarity.

The path kept winding, twists and turns bracketed by piles of junk that looked as if they would fall over with a gust of wind, if such a pleasant thing as wind blew down here. The air was stale and all things smelled of rot, as if the odor had wormed its way into the being of every creature that made this place its home. You got used to it, after a time, but occasionally you would be woken from a pleasant dream as a whiff of death passed by your nose.

You finally made it to the door of your “patient”, a shack that was little more than a lean to with a front wall and overhang. Makeshift metal chimes hung from eaves, but unless they were moved by the hand of a passerby they would play no song without the wind to blow through them. They were an odd thing to see here as well. It wasn't safe to leave anything of value outside your dwelling. The common rule was that if it was outside, it was scrap, and anyone could take scrap. Crudely made and as useless as they were, they had value as trinkets. There was little good and enjoyable here, but people loved things they could play, at least as tools to take their minds off the reality of their circumstances.

This peculiar shack stood alone among the debris, short and squat, but solid, it's back crammed against another tall pile of scrap. You raised your fist to knock on the door, but it opened swiftly before your knuckles reached the wood. Before you stood an old woman, petite, back bowed and leaning on a makeshift cane. You stared for a moment, she had a rough, worn face creased by the passage of time, and a strong nose that looked too long for her thin face. Her hair was pure white, and was pulled back in a tight pony tail. You tried to see her eyes, but her eyelids were heavy and swollen. She looked as if she may have been retaining fluids.

The woman before you lifted her cane and let the end drop to the floor, letting out a bang that pulled you back to the present. “Well, honey. You the healer? Don't just stand there”, she said, before turning and moving back in the shack. You followed behind quietly, entering her darkened home. Inside was much more inviting than out. It was only one room, and there were a few piles of scrap in the small space, but the rest was cozy. A small cot was placed against the back wall, covered with a clean blanket and a fluffy pillow, and on the front wall was a stove, cooking what smelled like a very delicious stew you had been served before by other residents of the underworld. Two chairs and a small table sat in the middle of the room, finishing out the rest of the space.

“Your friend said you cut your hand on some scrap, ma'am.” you told her. “I ain't no ma'am, honey, call me Zola”, the old woman replied as she gestured for you to take a seat. You sat down and took her hand, noticing the small bit of cloth she had wrapped around it. It was stained red with blood at the palm, but unusually clean around the top. Her hands were suspiciously clean as well, considering she was digging for scrap in one of the dirtiest places in the galaxy.

You opened your makeshift medical bag and found your small pack of needles and the thread you had made from the remnants of an old blanket you had found peaking out of the mud the first day you had arrived. It was filthy and too small to be usable as much more than a cleaning cloth, but you had painstakingly washed and scrubbed the fibers until they were clean and you could separate them one by one. It had taken you the better part of the week to get enough usable thread, but it had been worth it in the end. Another medic traded you a couple of bent needles for a handful of your thread, and you were able to start the business of survival.

You carefully removed the bandage from her hand, taking care not to pull where it had began to stick to the blood. “This is a deep cut, Zola. I'll have to sew it up. You'll need some antibiotics too, and I've only got a little bit.” The cut wasn't very dirty, but there was very little fresh water to be had here, and you had none on you. You were going to have to sew her palm up as is, and you hoped a shot of antibiotics would keep her from getting an infection.

Carefully you threaded one of your needles and went to work. Zola was quiet while you worked, but you could see her scrunch her face and hold her breath whenever you would push the needle through her skin. The wound continued bleeding as you worked, so you used the wrapping she had bandaged herself with to clean up as you went along. By the time you were through you had placed 7 stitches in the palm of the old woman's hand, and the bleeding had finally stopped.

“There, good as new Zola. I need you to stand up and pull down the top of your pants for me so I can give you the antibiotics.” You filled your needle with the antibiotics and injected them into the top of her buttocks, a place that was least likely to cause her too much pain.

You were worried about the old woman, here alone at the end of the winding path. Afraid that she would meet her end here from whatever was causing the excess fluid. “Zola, you need to see a real doctor about the fluid you're holding. I'm worried that you've got a bigger problem than a cut on your hand. I'll ask around to see if there is someone who can help, but I don't know if I can find anyone. Have your friend ask around. Please.”

“Don't worry honey. I will. I'll be alright until I can find someone. Don't worry about me.”

“Alright, now that I'm finished, what are you going to pay with?” Zola looked up at you and cocked her head to the side. “Well, honey, I don't know what you charge. I don't have any money, and I don't have anything of value I can give you.” You thought for a moment. You hadn't survived here for a year without being flexible with how your clients paid you. Your kind heart wouldn't allow you to not help someone, even if they didn't have any way to settle up with you. You had been left in dire straits from time to time by your personal policy, but your kindness had also won you friends who looked out for you as well.

“I don't do credit, but if you give me a bowl of that stew I'll consider you paid in full. Does it have any meat?”

If the stew did have meat, it was best not to ask what kind. There were very few animals down here, anything not sentient was quickly grabbed and put into the closest stew pot for dinner. The meat in this pot could be anything from a scrap rat to grubs and worms. It didn't matter, though. That bowl was a matter of survival. Jabba the Hutt could be cooking in that pot and it wouldn't make any difference.

“Honey, you may have saved my life today. The least I can do is have you here for supper. Sit down for a while and let's talk. I think I have some information you can use.”

You sat in silence and ate your stew as Zola spoke of her years in the underworld. How she came to find herself in this place. How she found love. How she raised a fine, strong daughter. How they survived. The stew was delicious, and it was a rare treat to hear stories that held more than pain and sorrow.

As you finished your meal Zola rose and walked over to you. She placed her hand on your shoulder and leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“Aleda Vole has work. You should go see her.”

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[ace-angel-judas]

Gucci

Pairing: Sunmi/Yeri, Sunmi/Jongin 

Series: Red Velvet 6th Member AU 

Rating: Fluff 

Synopsis: Gucci Ambassador 

“This is for you,” 

Sunmi looked up and down as the mail person placed two boxes down in front of her, curiosity spreading across her face as she did so. It was a little pink box, about a medium size and another slightly larger but slimmer. 

“Did you buy something?” Yeri asked. 

“No,” Sunmi answered, leaning forward. 

A frown spread across Yeri’s face. Sunmi lifted the lid, her cheeks going red as she picked up the card that was on the wrappings. Looking at the card, Sunmi hummed to herself. 

Stay Warm. 

Opening the box more, she pulled out a cute pink jumper and giggled softly. The words ‘Gucci Sexiness’ spread across the front. Yeri stared at it in awe before Sunmi folded it back and placed it back in the box. 

She opened the other, pulling out a pair of shoes. A pair of small boots, white with gold bits around the laces. 

“Since when did you wear Gucci?” Yeri commented, picking up the jumper, “I get that you don’t trust me right now but you can tell me that you brought designer clothes,” 

“I’m telling the truth,” Sunmi looked at her, “I didn’t buy these,” 

Yeri tilted her head, “Who did?” 

There was a cute smirk on Jongin’s lips as he watched Sunmi on the dance floor, adorned in the cute pink hoodie. Her hair was in a messy pony tail and only light make up on her face. He found it adorable. 

As they were finishing up, Jongin hummed to himself as he approached Sunmi with a smile on his face. She looked up at him, her cheeks going red at the sight of him. 

“It looks good,” He chuckled. 

“P-pardon?” Sunmi whispered. 

He smiled more, “The jumper,” 

“Oh!” Her eyes went wide, realization hitting her, “I thought it was a fan gift, but thank you so much, it’s so comfortable,” 

How didn’t she realize? He was only the Global ambassador for Gucci after all. Sunmi played with the ends of the sleeves, giggling to herself. Jongin leaned against the wall. 

“So,” He whispered, “Do you want to go on a date?” 

She almost choked, “Ah.. oh, where would we go?” 

“Where ever you want,” Jongin smiled, softly stroking her head. 

It was an endearing act, making her cheeks go red. 

“Can we get ice cream?” Sunmi whispered. 

“Anything you ask,” He couldn’t help but chuckle, “How about tonight? I’ll meet you here,” 

Nodding, Sunmi couldn’t help the cute smile on her face. 

[valentines-in-london]

I Need Fire (Part 2)

Gif by @robwiethoff

Previous chapters: Chapter 1

Next Chapter: Chapter 3

Summary:  Rayne moved to LA a few years ago and has never really fit in.  While most of the Sunset Strip girls were movie star beautiful, with thin builds and blonde, Rayne stood at 5′10 in flats, had curves that no diet would make disappear and had big red curly hair.  The only person that ever made her feel normal was her best friend and room mate Jo.  In this chapter Jo tries to play matchmaker…

Authors Note:  Hey there, thank you all for coming back for chapter 2!  Spread the word tell your friends, as always my asks are open for suggestions, reviews, what you like, what you don’t, etc, etc<3</p>

Word Count: 3,297

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Chapter 2

It was a hot weekend in Los Angeles, today alone was going to hit 88° according to the local news.  So what were two girls to do?  Of course, lounge by the pool and catch some sun!  The apartment complex that Rayne and Jo lived in had a giant pool that no one ever seemed to take advantage of, it was always a ghost town.

Rayne brought her boom box to the pool with a stack of cassettes.  First she put in On Through The Night by Def Leppard and pressed play.  “I know you’re gonna say I listen to this too much but the guy at the record store knocked it out of the park with this suggestion!  This band is gonna be big.”

“I mean you certainly have had much worse phases.”  Jo giggled from her lounge chair as Rayne took off her baggy t-shirt.  “Oh Rayne if I looked like you I would wear a bikini!”  Jo complained upon seeing Rayne in an emerald green one piece.

“You’re crazy!  I love my curves but no one wants to see me in a bikini.”  Rayne scoffed while laying back in the reclining chair sliding sunglasses over her eyes.

“Oh I can think of one person who wouldn’t mind seeing you in less than that.” Jo teased taking a drink of her iced tea.

“Huh?” Rayne asked propping herself up on her elbow.  "Who?“

“Well I saw Vince the other night and he told me that his drummer has been talking non stop about some bombshell red head he met the other night at the apartment.  He described you to Vince and then said you left with some blonde who was there for Vince.  Vinny later put two and two together that you must be my friend.

"Oh God!” Rayne put a hand on her forehead in exasperation.  “Of course he’s your fuck buddies friend.”

“You know Tommy is pretty sexy.”  Jo pushed the issue.

“Jo he ate a girl out in the middle of a room full of people.  I’m pretty sure her cum is on the walls.” Rayne slid her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose.

“Well at least you know he’s good at it!” Jo laughed before shoving Rayne’s shoulder.  "Oh come on, you deserve to have a little bit of fun!“

Rayne thought about it, maybe she did deserve to have some fun.  But was someone like Tommy worth the trouble he would undoubtedly bring with him?  "I don’t know Jo, I don’t think dating a musician is worth it. They tend to be like leeches.  Remember when Danielle dated that dude from Ratt and found out he was just using her for groceries?”

“I think this band is a little bit different Ray, they sell out every show they play on the Strip.  They’re making money. Vince says he thinks they’ll get signed soon, they have a label executive trying to convince the label to sign them.  And besides, who says you have to date, just fuck him and leave him.”

“If they’re making money why does their apartment look like a bomb went off in it?  God I can’t believe you fucked Vince in there!” Rayne laughed, not even wanting to justify the second part of her friends statement.

“Oh my god it’s awful in there isn’t it?” Jo agreed clenching her hands into fists in front of her.  "I think I saw a cockroach crawling on the floor when Vince had me bent over the bed.  But at that point I didn’t care.“

Rayne gave a loud sound of disgust and threw the sunscreen at her friend.  “Ew!  That’s so fucked.”

Rayne adored moments like this with Jo, where they could just get down to straight up girl talk.  Back home she never had friends that she could talk honestly with, most of her girl friends said that she had no tact and was more like a guy in that way.  Rayne would never forget the first time she ever met Jo after answering a want ad in Recycler magazine for a room mate.  When Rayne entered her hopeful future apartment she was greeted by a disheveled looking Jo, her blonde hair a mess, partially up in a pony tail and an off the shoulder loose fitting top.  Within two minutes of them talking Rayne watched as a guy walked out stark naked, her jaw dropped when he asked if Jo had a pair of pants he could borrow.  The blond smiled at Rayne with a megawatt smile, “I thought he was going to be gone by the time you got here, but I think I wore him out.”  As strange as it sounds Rayne knew in that moment she had met a kindred spirit, even if Jo made Rayne look like a prude most of the time.

The two girls sat by the pool for a few hours gossiping about new bands on the strip, new girls on the strip and every now and then going into the water to cool off.  That night they were going to the Roxy. No bands were playing that they were particularly interested in but the Roxy played the best music when no bands were on and the girls were friends with the DJ who would be spinning there.  Little did Rayne know that Jo had told Vince they were planning on going. If Vince was going that undoubtedly meant that the rest of the band would be there. Jo joked with Rayne that she needed to get laid, and it was all in good fun, but she truly didn’t want the white collar world to suck the fun out of her best friend.  Maybe a bad boy would be just what the doctor ordered.

Later that night the girls entered the Roxy and music already blasted out of the speakers, specifically "Fashion” by David Bowie.  Jo shouted in Rayne’s ear, “I’m gonna go find Robbie.”

Rayne nodded her head making her way over to the bar to grab drinks.  She smiled when she saw that her favorite bartender David was behind the bar. “My love!”

“Hi David.” Rayne smiled hopping onto the bar giving her friend a big hug.  "I keep missing you! We don’t come to the Roxy as much because you guys haven’t been doing live music as much.“

"That’s all going to change soon babe.” David said happily.  David had been working at the Roxy since Rayne moved to LA he was a typical bartender in that he was charming and worked for his tips, he also made a damn good drink.  "What can I get you?“

"I’ll just have a Cardu neat.  Jo is saying hi to Robbie, but let’s get her a vodka cranberry.”

“You got it sweets.” David winked.  After a few short moments he pushed two glasses across the bar.  

Rayne slid a twenty dollar bill back at him telling him to keep it.  "David, would you mind keeping an eye on our bags behind the bar tonight?“

"Always.” David reached his hand out to grab onto Rayne’s leather purse.  "Save me a dance tonight.“

"Oh I don’t know about that.” Rayne smiled and winked.  Rayne crossed the club floor weaving in and out of people to find a decent spot.  She and Jo had become strip rats so to speak, they went out basically every single night, mostly for live music but in that time they had made a little family of friends.  You go out to the same places enough you start to see familiar faces, and you either get along or start to mark your territory against those you didn’t like.  Working her way through the mass of people she spotted Jo coming down from the DJ booth through the crowd of people towards her as Metal Guru by T. Rex started to play.  "David will take your bag for the night, and here’s your drink. Drop your purse and come out and dance with me!“

Metal Guru could it be you’re gonna bring my baby to me She’ll be wild you know a rock and roll child, oh yeah Metal Guru has it been, just like a silver-studded sabre-tooth dream I'II be clean you know pollution machine, oh yeah

The two friends danced to the music singing with each other as they danced.  Swaying her hips to the music, Rayne lost herself in the music she absolutely loved.  T. Rex and Marc Bolan, even if in real life she would have towered over him, were huge influences on her music taste.  T. Rex wasn’t changing the word but they did change hers.  When Marc Bolan died Rayne vowed she would get to the UK one day and pay her respects in some way.

Metal Guru is it you, yeah, yeah, yeah!

The girls sang the lyrics to each other as the song faded into All The World Is A Stage by Slade.

"I thought that was you.” Rayne heard a male voice from behind them.  Spinning on her tiger print heel her stomach flipped when she saw Vince, Tommy and two others with them.  One being the guy who lit himself on fire the other night and the other Rayne hadn’t seen before, he was slightly shorter had long black hair and was wearing aviators, even though we were already in a dark club.  Tommy’s eyes were locked on Rayne causing her stomach to do flips.

“Babe!” Jo shouted jumping onto Vince wrapping her legs around his waist.  The two kissed and Jo mouthed I’ll be right back to Rayne, leaving her alone with the other members of Vince’s band.  Thanks for being my wingman Jo, Rayne thought to herself.

“You like T Rex?” The fire guy asked.

“I love them, they’re one of the greats.  Too bad I never got to see them live.” Rayne smiled genuinely at him.  "What’s your name?“

"I’m Nikki.” He tilted his head upwards in greeting.  Rayne looked down at the shorter man with longer hair.

“And who’s Mr. Way Cool?” Rayne said jokingly to the man wearing aviators.

“Mick.” He said, short and to the point.  "The sunglasses usually make people fuck off.“

"Have you found that works?” He simply nodded, Rayne smiled approvingly.  "Well if that’s the case I might have to start wearing sunglasses when I go out. Not that many people take notice when I’m out with Jo.“

"They should take notice.” Tommy quickly interjected over the music, his dark eyes hadn’t left Rayne since she had turned around upon hearing Vince’s voice.  She saw Nikki roll his eyes and she was sure Mick did behind his sunglasses.

“I need vodka.” Mick said.

“I need a bump.” Nikki quickly said after.  Both of them heading in opposite directions leaving her alone with Tommy.  Fuck, everyone’s leaving me!

“You have to tell me your name.  It’s driving me crazy.” Tommy spoke his eyes begging like a puppy dog.

“Why should I tell you?”  If she was being honest with herself, Rayne kind of enjoyed this game of cat and mouse the two were playing.  Rayne wasn’t used to being chased, in fact since moving to LA she had gone on three dates, just three!  None of those resulted in anything longer than a few weeks and a few free meals.  For the life of her though she really couldn’t figure out why this good looking drummer was showing any interest in her.

“Because you’re fucking beautiful.  You’re a knockout. A ten!” Tommy said enthusiastically.  He certainly had a magnetic energy about him.  His dark hair was fluffed and teased but still maintained its shine.  He was in his leather pants again but this time wore a top with holes cut all through it.  He looked like he was ready to go on stage in this outfit, the other night he seemed more casual, even with the leather pants.

“Look, I appreciate that I really do.  But I am not the kind of girl you want.” Rayne said politely, pulling out a cigarette, offering one to Tommy which he happily took.

“Why not?” Tommy questioned pulling a lighter out igniting a flame for Rayne to use.  Rayne put the cigarette between her lips and leaned into the flame the end lighting up like a cherry.

“I’m not my best friend Jo.” She exhaled gesturing to the ladies room where her friend had gone off with Vince.  "I’m not going to fuck you in the bathroom of a club.“

Tommy flashed a smile before exhaling a stream of smoke, "Oh just give me some time.” As soon as the words left his mouth he closed his eyes and made a face.  "I can’t fucking believe I just said that.“

Rayne chuckled while reaching up and wrapping both her hands around Tommy’s neck, her fingers lazily playing with his hair.  "Don’t worry about it Tommy boy. I’m sure you and the fire hydrant will be happy.”

Tommy had a confused look on his face before it clicked, she was talking about Bullwinkle.  "No she’s not my…”

Rayne pulled one hand away from his neck taking a deep inhale of nicotine, “Yeah, yeah I know.  She’s not your girlfriend. That’s just the point I’m not that girl.  And you guys in bands enjoy being with those girls.”

“Oh so you think you know what we all want?”  Tommy narrowed his eyes.

“I’ve been around enough of you to know it is what you want.  That or I’m a bet between you and your buddies, which has also happened to me before. Good looking guys don’t go after the big girl.  They go after girls like Jo.” Tommy’s eyebrows shot up.

“So you think I’m good looking then?” He smiled wide resulting in Rayne playfully shoving his shoulder.  He’s a beautiful idiot, Rayne thought to herself.

“Oh fuck you.” She laughed, pushing his shoulder slightly.  Rayne had to give it to him he was charming.  His eyes were chocolate brown and strangely kind, if she didn’t know better Rayne would have thought he was being genuine with her.

“Come on!  Have a drink with me?” Tommy motioned over to the bar.  Her heart wanted to, badly. Her mind on the other hand…

“You never give up do you?”

Tommy leaned in close, so close that Rayne could feel his hot breath against her ear.  "Not when I see something I want.“ His response was simple and resulted in an electric shiver to coarse down Rayne’s spine.  Tommy reached down to take her hand in his and Rayne thought the two would catch on fire from the sparks she could feel between them.  She’d never experienced anything like this before.

Just when Rayne was about to open her mouth and say something, she was almost tackled to the ground by an excited Jo.  "It’s our song!!!”

Jo’s approach had snapped Rayne out of her Tommy fog and she realized Stay With Me by The Faces was blasting through the speakers of the club.  "Let’s dance!“ Jo led Rayne away from Tommy to a clear spot on the floor.

Red lips hair and fingernails I hear your a mean old Jezebel Let’s go up stairs and read my tarot cards, c'mon

“That’s you girl!” Jo smiled at her best friend pointing to her hair.  "I bet Tommy wouldn’t mind going upstairs and pulling on that hair.“

"Shut it you perv.”  Rayne laughed while continuing to dance.  She occasionally stole a glance over to Tommy and Vince who were watching the two girls intently.  She knew she’d regret it later but she definitely danced a little more seductively knowing Tommy was watching her.

Hours flew by music, smoke, drinks and swirling lights surrounded everyone in the club.  It was so easy to lose yourself along to the music, it was intoxicating.  Surprisingly Tommy left Rayne alone for the rest of the night, in every way at least except his eyes.  He couldn’t take them off of her. The way she moved, her smile, the way she’d get excited when a song she liked came on, and that mass of curly hair swaying back and forth.  Her hair was a shade of red that resembled fire, a mix of copper and wine that Tommy just wanted to run his fingers though and pull on.

“Tommy if you keep staring at her you’re gonna burn a hole in her ass.”  Nikki said sitting down next to Tommy at the bar pouring out a line of coke.

“It’s great to look at though dude.  I’d like to do more than look at it though.” Tommy smiled at his best friend as Nikki dipped his head down snorting up the dust.  "I’m just drawn to her. I don’t know why, I’ve never felt this way before.“

Nikki sat up and rolled his eyes at the statement, "Really Tommy?”

“Dude!  I’m fuckin serious!  I’m getting a fuckin boner just from watching her dance, that hasn’t happened to me since I first started getting boners.”

“She hasn’t given you the time of day, forget about her and take a look at the sweet thing over there who’s practically drooling at the sight of you.  She’ll definitely relieve the blue balls induced by red over there.”  Nikki spoke gesturing toward a blonde girl at the end of the bar. She wore a hot pink string bikini top and pursed her lips when she saw Tommy look at her.  "I think we could have a threesome on our hands man.“

"Or a two-some, just you and her.”  Tommy laughed clapping his hand on Nikki’s shoulder before his eyes went to his beautiful red head on the dance floor.  He turned back to Nikki and simply said,  "She doesn’t even compare.“

"Well, T-Bone turning down pussy.  I think you should see a doctor man.” Nikki smiled before getting up and approaching the blonde.  Tommy stared down at his drink until he heard a voice from heaven next to him.

“Hey David, we’re heading out for the night can you grab our bags?”  Rayne spoke from beside him. The bar was packed so he could feel her pressed against him as she leaned over the bar.

“You’re just cruel you know that?” Tommy said shaking his head in disapproval looking up at her from his seated position.

“Am I?”  Rayne asked flirtatiously leaning into him, he could tell she’d had a few drinks.

Tommy spun on the stool fully facing her, taking a risk and resting his hands on her hips.  "Let me take you on a date. Come on.“

Rayne’s green eyes drifted to the ceiling in thought.  "Tell you what rockstar, if you can find me this week before your next show that I’m sure I’ll be dragged to by my best friend.  I’ll go on a date with you.”

“You promise?” Tommy smiled up at her leaning in to try for a kiss, his hands sliding down to her ass.

“Oh no you don’t.  I’m drunk but I’m not that drunk.” Rayne grinned grabbing Tommy’s hands and putting them in his lap.  He looked like a kid that was just told he couldn’t have cookies before dinner.

“Come and find me.” Rayne huskily said leaning in and kissing Tommy on the cheek, leaving a stain of red lipstick behind.  When she pulled back she broke eye contact. “Thanks David, see you later.”

And with that she was gone in a sea of people.  Tommy turned to the bartender that had handed her bag to his red haired beauty, gesturing for him to come over.  "David,“ he called him by the name she had used, "let’s talk you and I.”

Tommy punctuated his statement by pulling out a $50 slamming it on the bar.

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Song Inspiration for this chapter: Def Leppard-Rock Brigade T. Rex-Metal Guru Slade-All The World Is A Stage The Faces-Stay With Me

[literal-nick]

Private Time

Summary:  Jack Morrison hasn't gotten to see you given scheduling conflicts. So he takes the chance to come see you while he can.

Inspired by @miss-conduct

Words: 1937

Pairing: Jack Morrison x Gender Neutral Reader

Also on Ao3

This work is rated E. For Explicit. So, Fic under the cut!

Soldier: 76 was a private man. Stoic and responsible, a respectable man and an excellent marksman. It was no surprise to anyone that he prefered to work alone. You counted yourself lucky, to be with him. His solid, warm presence that enveloped you and made you feel safe. Eased your concern and helped to calm your anxiety that lead to contingency, after contingency. It was a constant that you relied on.

The best moments laid in those that you got to experience in private. The quiet times when he let his guard down and let himself be comfortable. Actually comfortable. You smiled at the thought of your commander in those moments. His deep voice that rumbled deep into your bones, and the way he whispered in your ear when he spoke those sweet nothings that left you blushing as he would chuckle, eyes filled with mirth.

You were actually on your way to the room you shared with Jack. Your journal full of plans and routes in your arms, having been coming from a meeting with Winston about an upcoming mission. Your boots padding on the ground, hair bouncing slightly over your shoulder from the pony tail it was in.

When you walked into the room, you found your partner downing the last of his coffee. He places his mug down with a small tap before turning his gaze to you. His gaze holding something other than the usual silent greeting. You quirk an eyebrow.

“Something wrong, Jack?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine sweetheart.” He hold his arm out to you.

You walk over, a small bit skeptical, placing your journal beside his mug as you step between his legs. His arms wrapping around your waist as he presses his face against your neck, breathing in. You smile and run your fingers through his hair. When you feel a kiss against your neck, your smile widens, and your cheeks start to warm.

“Sure seems like you missed me.” you laugh, a little awkwardly. But don’t push him away.

He makes an affirmative noise as he kisses up your neck. “Our schedules don’t give us much time together.”

You nod and feel yourself heat up more when he moves his hands to, in one swift motion, pull your legs so that you’re sitting in his lap. Feeling just how much the straight-to-the-point soldier missed you. You wrap your legs around his hips, taking his face in your hands to kiss him. You’d be a liar if you said that you didn’t want this. But, before you could get to far, he grabs your hips and leans back.

You try to lean forward and follow him, a small indignant groan coming from you when he pushes you back by one of your shoulders. You were only a few inches apart, but it was enough for you to see his face when you opened your eyes.

“If you want to do this, I have to know you’re comfortable with-”

“-Of course I’m comfortable, Jack, why wouldn’t I be?” Your eyebrows were furrowed, and there was a small sigh in his shoulders as he shook his head.

“I was going to ask if you were comfortable doing anal, Y/N.” He states, and you feel your cheeks heat up. He really was very straightforward.

You blink at him and have to process the request for about half a second before you find yourself nodding. “I mean, yeah - as long as we use lube?”

“Are you sure?” He asks, looking directly into the depths of your eyes. You nod.

“I’m sure, Sir.” You say, the smallest smirk appearing on your face when you feel how his hands tighten on your hips.

He leans forward and kisses you, it’s rough, and he’s pulling you close as you return the same enthusiasm that he has. Heat blooms in your chest, face, between your thighs and just about everywhere else all at the same time. Suddenly you’re on your back, both of you tossing off your boots. Jack all but rips off your shirt before you manage to get your socks off.

“Eager, are we?” you smile as you unbuckle your belt and unzip your pants, the bottom half of his clothes already somewhere else in the room. When you toss your pants off, he raises an eyebrow. You smirk at him as he pulls your underwear off and leans down.

“Can I kiss you?” he says, the timbre of his voice rumbling against you as his chest presses against yours.

“You can, ange.” You consent, immediately feeling his lips press against yours. You bite at his bottom lip and he opens his mouth for you to slide your tongue into. (Turns out, knowing French was good for more than one thing.)

You kissed as he pressed his hand against you, down between your legs. You gasped against him, and moaned as you tried to rock your hips so that you were rutting into his hand. Breathing becoming heavier as the heat between you built. Jack was starting to breath heavier too, as he kissed you and put pressure where you needed it.

Then he stopped.

You whined and lent your head back to look at him. Eyebrows furrowed. He looked at you, a smirk forming on his face. “Lay on your stomach sweetheart, knees under you.” He says, and you obey, turning yourself onto your stomach,getting into the position he asks you to be in. Your ass in the air, and a small pillow under you in case you it overly hurts and you need something to clench your hands into.

Jack lubes up his fingers and places his dry hand over the small of your back. He lubes up your entrance and puts yet more lube on his fingers, replacing his dry hand on your back again and pressing one of his fingers inside of you. He hears your intake of breath as it slowly goes in; the way you tense.

“It’s okay sweetheart. Just relax.” He says as he prepares you. Making sure everything is well lubed, especially when he pushes in a second finger and hears you whine as his fingers spread you open.

“You’re doing so well, baby.” he compliments. Moving his other hand you between your legs, and make you gasp, moan and breathe a small ‘fuck, Jack’ as he teases you.

Soon enough, you have three of Jack’s large, thick fingers inside of you. And you’re a lubed up mess with his hands teasing and toying with you. Your moans filling the room. He takes his fingers out, slowly. And your fingers press into the pillow, knowing that he’ll push his even bigger cock into you any second.

He doesn’t.

Instead, you feel what you think is his fist firmly knock against your buttcheek. Three times, something similar to a knocking sound coming from Jacks direction. You furrow your eyebrows and lean your head up to look at him. A mix of confusion and lust written all over your face.

“What?” He says, “it’s always polite to knock before coming in the back door.”

You blink at him, in all seriousness.

The expression on your face must be funny because it’s a few long seconds after that he chuckles, and then he’s laughing. You sit up, and can’t help the smile on your face. Nor the laughter at the absurdity of his words.

“That was horrible.” You say as the pair of you laugh.

Slowly, the laughter turns into chuckling and he kisses your cheek. “I know, but, it is polite.”

There’s a grin on his face, and one on yours too. But you shake your head.

“I love you. But seriously, just, please, fuck me.”

“That joke got you all demanding, sweetheart?” He asks, teasing down between your legs. You suppress the urge to whine.

“Please, s-sir , fuck me?” Your voice sounding pleading.

“Much better.” He says in that low voice of his as he puts you back into position to fuck you.

He takes your hip in one hand and guides his cock to your entrance. You bite your lip in anticipation before he presses it inside you, slowly. He groans as his cock spreads you open further. Your whine not going unnoticed as he reaches his free hand around to your front to give you attention.

Once he’s all the way inside, he plays with you until you’re moaning, barely able to get a proper breath in with your small whines.

“Please, Sir - ah! - I need more!” You beg, pleading him to do more to you.

“You need more baby?” he asks.

All you can do is moan in desperation as he sends a particularly sensitive bolt of pleasure through you. You hear him chuckle through an almost panting breath as he starts to move inside of you. Slow at first until you’re whining and moaning, needing more that what he’s giving you. (It’s been a long couple of months).

He starts to move faster, his own groans becoming louder, the word fuck breathed in huffs as the force of the movement starts to make the bed rock if only slightly. You feel his hands on your hips. You whine.

“I know baby - fuck - I know.” he says, pulling you against him with each thrust.

“P-please sir-! hah~ need-!” You moan as begging and forming words becomes harder to do.

“You can touch yourself Y/N.” He says, and the way he practically growls your name sends pleasure through every part of you.

You reach your hand down between your legs, touching yourself as he fucks you harder into the mattress. Everything feeling hot, you feel a familiar coiling sensation as everything starts to tense.

“Ss-Sir!” You moan as you tremble and shake. Jack fucking you and running one hand over your thigh now, telling you something but you can’t hear over the sound of yourself moaning as your orgasm hits you, your hand becoming wet as you keep playing with yourself, feeling unable to stop, like you just need more.

Jack keeps thrusting into you, telling you that you’re so good. Cumming for him. Everything feels sensitive, and more intense, but you don’t stop. It doesn’t feel bad at all so you want to keep going. Your hand between your legs, and Jack fucking you into the mattress.

You feel so hot, and you’re both covered in sweat. Feeling a second orgasm starting to push its way forward as Jacks thrusts became more erratic, but also harder. He’s groaning and the sound sends all your other senses mad.

Everything building until you feel yourself cumming again. This time, when you squeeze around him, you feel him cum inside you. His orgasm making him moan your name in the sexiest way you’ve probably ever heard. A mix between a growl and an outright howl as he’s panting and trying to thrust into you to ride out his orgasm.

Everything feels so sensitive as you tremble and shake, your orgasm sending waves through you.

As you tremble and shake, Jack runs his hands over your skin. Recovering from his orgasm a lot better that you were. He helps your shaking, slowly soothing you until he can pull out of you and pull you into his arms when he sits himself beside you.

“You did so well sweetheart.” He says, knowing you get the shakes when you cum particularly hard as he rubs your arms up and down and tries to make you more comfortable. He’s going to have to get you cleaned up. But for now, he’s content to soothe your shaking frame, and give you sweet praises.

[manictipsyfangirl-blog]

Saints and Sinners

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. (Forgive me father, for I have sinned); Unbeta-ed, Not proof read. I’m a pathetic loser sorry guys.

Word count: 2577 (Sorry mobile users. Its super long.)

Genre: Angst/Smut

AN: I am not sure yet but I think I’ll be writing a series of smuts in form of chapters(if you guys think I should). Each chapter may/may not be interlinked. Chances are they wouldn’t be because I suck at maintaining integrity haha lmao. I am so bashful rn I can’t even tell you guys Bughead smut is such a turn on I haven’t a written any fics before on this forum. All the beautiful writers out there, thank you so much for the inspiration. Just a humble attempt from me haha. Also, English isn’t really native language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes! Please try to ignore thanks! Please leave reviews. Happy reading :)

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Betty Cooper has always deemed herself to be the strong, independent woman who knows the better of everything. But that never implied she wasn’t prone to jealousy. And when she saw Southside High’s very own Mafiosa, Toni Topaz sitting beside Jughead at the cafeteria leaning onto him with her legs crossed idly on the table, her insides convulsed in swirls of jealousy so strong even she hadn’t known there could exist. Betty could feel herself suffocate as the sound of girly snickers coming from this one particular table surged into her senses. Toni was talking in between her giggles and god knows what it was about but she had managed to score Jughead’s attention oh, and not just that he was even laughing.

Looked like he really enjoys hanging with her. Wonder what that girl was all about.

Betty shrugged the thought away with a sigh. It had been so long since the last time they met. At least a a month ago. Travelling from one side of the town to another was difficult for either of them and now with Jughead joining the Serpents, there was hardly any time when he’d not be preoccupied. Of course there was skype and text messaging but no matter how naff it sounded, Betty missed Jughead. She missed working on the Blue&Gold with him after school and she missed his little beany hat and god, how the skin of his palm feels on her neck. But most of all she missed his presence around her.

And here she was, travelling 10 miles on a bicycle wanting to surprise Jugheadd by making an appearance at his school??? What was she even thinking. He clearly was having the time of his life in a place where he says he fits in and dear god, how many times has he mentioned he absolutely hates surprises?

Betty felt dejection form a lump in her throat. She clenched her hand into a fist and subconsciously let her fingernails dig deeper into her skin and made up her mind to leave.

Betty wasn’t wrong, actually. Jughead was really into Toni Topaz but not exactly how Betty thought it to be. His instincts towards Toni was very and only friendly. It was safe to say that Toni was his only friend in Southside High, going by the kind of social grip he has and jughead indeed enjoyed her company.

But today was different. Today he was distracted. Today, he was missing Betty way too much to focus on any other thing and while sitting with her at the cafeteria when he had let his eyes wander off, they had hitched onto a familiar pastel cardigan and blonde hair tied in a pony tail.

“Betty” Jughead rose from his seat, his lips involuntarily curving into a smile.

Betty stopped in her tracks hearing her name.

Her name, his voice. God it had been so long. She turned to face him breaking a soft smile.

“Why were you-How did you get here!” he spoke, putting his arms around her.

“I-uh” Betty ventured, haltingly. “I just thought I could come and see you. In your new school.”

xx

They held hands as they walked back from school to Jughead’s new home. It was a trailer that one of his mates from the Serpent’s group offered to him after he was asked to evacuate the previous one, for security purposes. Betty hadn’t spoken too much on the way. The thought of Jug and that girl from the cafeteria throbbed in her head. At one time, she even considered she could be over-thinking. And it wasn’t like Betty and Jug were girlfriend and boyfriend. Truth is, they never got a proper closure to what was going on between the two of them.

“D-did you do all this with her?” she finally spoke, cutting whatever Jughead was talking about midway.

He failed to grasp what she was talking about and stared back at her with a puzzled face.

“Walk back home with her” she shrugged, her eyes already brimming with tears. “Hold hands.”

“Betts” Jughead stopped walking. “What are you talking about?”

“What am I talking about?” she said, now fuming. “I am talking about your new high school romance with whoever she was you were sitting with.”

Jughead smirked. “Betts, you getting jealous?”

It did not take time for him to realise. Betty Cooper was indeed jealous. Jughead hadn’t seen this side of her before and he wouldn’t lie, he was kind of enjoying it until he saw her eyes well up.

Betty dug her nails deeper into her palm and let blood trickle down her fingers. She was having a hard time controlling her tears already and on seeing Jughead smirk, she broke into tears immediately.

“N-no. It’s -just” she said, her voice breaking as she looked away. “All these people they are with you every day. They get to be around you every day. And I don’t.”

“Oh Betts” Jughead engulfed her in a hug. He thought she’d rage and hurl words at him but instead when she started crying, he felt remorseful about trying to draw amusement out of her state previously.

“Juggie, I miss you” her voice muffled as she spoke into her chest, her tears staining his dark green t shirt.

“I missed you so much Betty.” His words came out as a whisper as he breathed out, trying to absorb her warmth into his body as they remained like that in each other’s arms outside Jughead’s battered trailer.

xx

Jughead pulled away from her lips and attacked her neck, earning a low squeal from her as she arched her neck, letting her head drop back exposing more skin for him to reach. His fingers fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, the cardigan already sinking on the floor. He was leaving marks in all the places his mouth had been- under her jawline, her neck, the hollow of her collar bones and the flesh of her chest and by the time he got rid of her peach lacey bra, he had her squirming beneath him as they lay on the couch, Betty’s head resting where the back rest meets the arm rest and Jughead cornering her into position as his body hovered over hers.

His thumb brushed over her breasts taking his own sweet time when he reached her aching nipples.

“J-juggie” she moaned out his name. When he replaced his fingers with his mouth, she shuddered.

“Its been so long” she struggled with her words as Jughead continued with his entrancing attacks paying absolutely no heed to what she said. His hands had kept hers locked, pinning them down on either sides of her head.

This was torture. She needed to feel his weight on him and his skin on her fingers. Betty tried to wriggle out of his grip but in vain, he was too strong and he wouldn’t budge.

“P-leaase” it came out as a whimper. She was losing her mind.

“Please what?” Jughead’s voice vibrated on her chest.

“I want to touch you” she said, the frustration clear in her voice. He chuckled letting go of her hands allowing her to tug at his t-shirt and then complying as she tried to pull it off him over his head.

She noticed how the muscles on his abdomen had toned as she ran her hands over them feeling the texture of his skin on her fingers. She put her hand around his neck and rubbed slow circles on his nape as her hips rocked rubbing herself on his stiffening cock. She knew how much this turns him on.

She let out a throaty giggle on hearing him growl.

“You’re gonna regret it so much now” he whispered.

“Sit up.” He instructed. Betty had lost her ability to think so she complied whatever he asked her to do. Jughead pulled her into his lap with her back towards him. Betty’s skin flushed. She spread her legs even without him asking her to. The red of her face had now spread till her chest and god, she was dripping for him. His hand slipped in through the waist band of her matching peach panties and rested on her opening. Just rested there feeling up her warmth, not moving. Not even a bit. He could feel her throb under his touch and wasn’t he enjoying it.

“Jug-OH” she gasped as his finger nipped at her clit encircling it in slow agonizing circles. His other hand was on her chest kneading into the flesh of her full breast, his fingers deftly rolling her nipples which were now flushed red and sore. She moaned, this time in pain and Jughead instantly eased his fingers realising he was going too harsh on her. Causing her discomfort would be the last thing he wanted to do especially when they were making love. Betty relaxed her head on his shoulders and turned so that their lips could meet and when they did, she nibbled on his before giving into a full mouthed kiss.

Betty pictured their present situation in her mind. Jughead without a shirt in his denims, his slumped laxly on the couch with his hands wound around her toying with every intimate spot on her body and herself splayed across him as exposed as she could be only with her undies on. The thought of herself in such a compromising position with him made her leak. She moaned into his mouth as she felt his stiff member rubbed against her hips.

“I-“ she gasped, breaking from the kiss. She was out of breath and incredibly turned on. It had been so long, she was afraid she’d not last a minute longer. “Juggie, I need you! Please”

He needed her too. If Betty was thinking he hadn’t missed her and he hadn’t yearned for her every night lying on his bed, she was wrong.

But today he was in mood to play.

“Jug please. Stop doing this to me” she groaned in frustration as he pushed her back to their previous position, cornering her on the couch and proceeded to go down her body, sucking on the supple skin of her stomach and tracing the biting softly at her belly button. He pulled her panties off her waist and dragged them till her ankles which Betty quickly rid.

“Just one taste, Betts” he muttered before dragging his tongue across the length of her slit in one long motion.

“Fuck! Juggie –I don’t think I can last long if you keep doing that.” She found it difficult to structure proper sentences. She had lost control of her senses. Her breathing was erratic and her insides twitched every time her clit came in direct contact with his tongue. Betty’s toes went rigid as she struggled to hold back, curling them and dragging slowly across his back.

“You see, Betty” he spoke, in between striking his tongue at her entrance. She squirmed and wriggled in her position which only resulted Jughead hold her thighs down apart firmer. “This is how I feel all the time when you’re not with me. Smothered and out of breath.”

Betty was afraid she'll pass out. She was a quivering mess under his uncompromising assaults and she didn’t care. She wanted more. Betty had never been edged to this extent before. Usually, Jughead would give in to her pleads after teasing her for just a little bit but today he seemed he had no plans to stop.

“And if you think anybody else in this whole freaking world can make me feel the way you do” he stopped to suck in her juices that were dripping all over the place now. “You’re very wrong Betty Cooper. Do you understand?”

She hysterically nodded a yes fearing, begging him to take her on the couch as deep as he could with no holding back, no inhibitions.

To her extreme gratification, he finally let her thighs go and rose from his position.

“I love you so much” he croaked, lowering his face closer to hers. Taking her hands in his, he kissed the scars on her palm frowning when the acidy taste of blood hit his tongue. So this is why she didn’t rage. This is what stopped her from hurling words at him previously.

“I am so sorry, Betts” he looked into her eyes. “I shouldn’t have.”

“I love you, Jughead Jones. More than you can ever know” her eyes glistened. She could cry.

Betty’s toes had started tugging at the ends of his blue jeans. She wanted them off him and he knew better than to tease her any longer. He rose up and unbuttoned his pants and in one swift motion he pulled them down along with this boxers.

“C-can I?” he asked for permission before thrusting in to which she only growled in agony. He pushed into her opening slowly at first, pushing as deep as he could go. No sooner, they had picked up a rhythm. To and fro, in and out. Betty accepted his thrusts unreservedly, wrapping her legs around him. No inhibitions. She was losing integrity as the pooling sensation intensified at the pit of her stomach.

“God you’re so freaking tight!” He felt her insides clench around him as he continued his motion. “Betty I am going to-” before he could complete his sentence, she had pursed her lips on his not only giving him permission to finish but also letting know that she needed release too.

When they came, they came together in one intense wave of orgasm rippling through their bodies. Jughead’s body rocked with hers as she involuntarily rubbed her legs against him. Soon, he relaxed his weight, balancing himself on his elbow and sliding to one side.

“That was” she started but Jughead finished her sentence. “The best sex ever?”

She laughed. “Never knew delayed sex could be the best sex ever.”

“Are you saying we should stay away for weeks before I finally get to be indecent with you?” he asked, arching his eye brows.

“You know, just for the feeling” Betty smirked.

“I am sorry I don’t think I can stay away from my girlfriend for this long again” he spoke into the crook of her neck, his voice still hoarse from their afternoon ordeal.

Betty frowned, still keeping the smile plastered. Jughead looked at her questioningly on seeing her frown.

“You just said I’m your girlfriend” she blushed.

“Are you not my –I mean, don’t you want us to be that way?” his eyes widened and heart hammered

“Juggie” she whinged. “Yes, I obviously do its just that” she stopped. “What was that all about? You and that girl at the cafeteria”

“You mean Toni Topaz” he answered. “We’re great friends in school Betts. She has been of great help and with a lot of things around school. But if it bothers you so much- “

“Juggie, no” she shook her head. “I’d never want you to –I trust you. You need friends” she smiled, cupping his face. “I don’t know what happened to me I just –I overreacted. I am sorry.”

“Its okay Betts" he smiled. “I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy that part even a bit.”

Betty rolled her eyes and looked outside. It was evening. When she looked back at Jughead his eyes were closed and his lips wore a smirk.

She got up from her place and walked over to this particular chair on the other hand of the room and picked up his Serpent’s jacket.

“Hey Romeo”  she leered. He looked at her.  “Drop me home?”

Jughead smiled at what he saw. Betty in his Serpent’s jacket. Only in his Serpent’s jacket. These were the times Jughead regretted saying he hated surprises cause this girl right here was blowing his mind.

Thats it guys. You made it. Yay!

[charlottemalfoy-blog1]

Fameless 3 - Roman Reigns

A/N- My aim is one up each night from now, I’m doing a lot of things right now. However, most have been written up today so it’ll just be a case of editing and posting, so hopefully, one a night will work. The next one up will be Aj’s story tomorrow, then Seth’s story the day after, and then the day after that the one you all want me to post :p I’m meannn! Enjoy!

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“Oh really? That’s how you are gonna be Mr Reigns?” you laughed as you sat on facetime to your now boyfriend for the filth time in the week. He had gone away on tour and of course you couldn’t go with him, you had work and your family would not approve, even if you were a fully grown adult, you “hardly knew the guy” they’d say.

“Oh please, you love me, stop acting like you don’t” He joked back chuckling with you and shaking his head. You had been talking for just over an hour and a half when you looked up and noticed the time.

“Oh shoot.. Roman I have to go.. I have work in a bit” you frowned sighing slightly. You hated having to go to work after talking to him. Going into work kind of made you miss him even more.. And it sucked.

“No worries babe.. I’ll speak to you tomorrow okay? Be safe, it’ll be late when you come back home right?”

“Yeah, about 11pm tonight, I’ll be safe.. Night Ro” you smiled and waved, ending the call and getting ready for work, picking up your bag and leaving for your shift.

The next day Roman had gone into work very tired. He decided to facetime you after you had gotten in from work to make sure you were okay. Neither of you had noticed the time and you had fallen asleep with him on facetime at about 2am.

“Woah you look exhausted.. Let me guess, up all night with Y/N?” Dean asked with a slightly teasing manner. All Roman did was roll his eyes at the man and start to dig through his bag.

“Looking for your phone to text Y/N again?” Seth added jokingly, smirking at Roman slightly.

“Will you guys shut up?” He replied shaking his head and sighing.

“Dude is she real? Like you say she is… but we never see her…” Dean teased even more. If there was one thing Dean knew how to do, it was rile Roman up.

“Yes Dean she is real. She might not want to meet you guys. I don’t blame her, annoying fucks..” He muttered jokingly back to them causing them both to chuckle

“Dude come on please? We need to make sure she is good for our brother, right?” Seth begged, Roman had no idea what he was meant to say. He wanted you to meet them but he didn’t know what you would want to do.

“Alright.. Let me talk to her, if she says yes then you can talk to her on facetime okay? But if she says no then that is her answer got it?” he said sternly not wanting to scare you off with his crazy friends. Both of them nodded and smirked to each other, happy with the outcome.

“Ro, I don’t know, what if they don’t like me or something?” you said nervously as you brushed your hair into a pony tail.

“They will, you’ll love them as well. Come on Y/N please? For me? Cause you love me?”

“Ughhh whatever Roman Reigns… You are a very lucky man to have me agree to this!” You mumbled getting ready for the boys to come onto the screen. You watched Roman walk to his door and call for the boys, watching him stand back as they ran in. You chuckled and heard Roman mutter “Such kids I swear..” as he sighed and sat back where he was sitting before.

“Ohhh she is real! Hello pretty lady, I’m Dean.” Dean introduced himself smirking. You smiled and waved to the camera.

“I’m Y/N, Romans.. girlfriend..” you smiled at Roman and giggled as he winked back at you smiling as well.

“I’m Seth, and we also wanted to ask how much Roman paid you to tell us that you two were a thing?” Seth asked. Roman chuckled and shook his head and looked at you, waiting for you to tell them that he hadn’t and be on his side. You sighed quietly and looked towards Roman.

“I guess the jig is up, a lot, he paid me a lot, we’ll say that” You joked back causing Seth and Dean to laugh.

“Babe! Really! Don’t encourage them!” Roman tried to act hurt the best he could but ended up chuckling anyway.

“I like this one.., keep her…” Dean mumbled slightly. You grinned and looked down at your watch and sighed.

“Work time babe?” Roman asked knowing what type of sigh that was.

“Yeah.. I better go.. I’m sorry.. I miss you” you blew Roman a kiss, just as he was about to reply Dean and Seth cut in.

“We miss you tooo!” They both hummed pretending to be loved up, causing Roman to roll his ees and you to laugh.

“Night guys, speak soon. I’ll ring you when I’m back Ro.” Roman nodded at your words and blew a kiss back to you, then hung up the phone.

“I like her. Keep her.” Dean said as he patted Romans shoulder before walking past him.

“Me too bud, she’s cool” Seth added smiling and walking out of the room as well, leaving Roman for the night waiting for your texts. He couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face every time your name lit up on his phone. You were the one. The guys knew that, and so did Roman. He just hoped that you felt the same.

[yyubrk]

ep3; peformance

song; applause - lady gaga / skill; aerial silks / outfit -  hairstyle + makeup

There was an advantage to going first, it was quicker and easier to set up her stage. It was only going to take few minutes and during that time, Yubin was off to the side. Unlike some of the others, she wasn't singing or dancing or doing anything that looked like it would be her performance. She had started to strength, being mindful of what was around her. All the while she thought of the disadvantages, like the fact her performance could be forgotten.

Then her eyes wondered off to the set, Yubin wasn't happy with just watching the staff set up for her stage. She trusted them, but not enough to not check it herself. That's how she found herself hovering behind the staff. Experimental tugs were given to the silks and hoop hanging from the ceiling. At one point, much to everyone's surprise she hoisted herself up onto the hoop just to make sure it was properly in place. Finally she was pulled away by hair and make up to do the finishing touches.

Finally, the recording had really started it.

After she finished introducing her performance, Yubin turned and gave the hoop one more tug. It was like a triangle hanging above her. The hoop was in the middle, it hovered just a few feet off the ground and had a silks hanging from it, forming a small seat for Yubin. There was a silk behind the hoop that also hovered a little off the ground and one both sides of it that did touch the ground. They were in close distance, just an arms reach away from each other. It was an very important part of the performance.

The music started once she had placed herself on the silk. Some parts had to be cut, so she opted to make the intro a little shorter and remove the whole first verse so it went straight into the pre-chorus.

As the music started, her head was bent down. Both her hands started to go up into until she clutched both sides of the hoop.

I live for the applause, applause, applause I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me The applause, applause, applause

As the lyrics came in, she lifted her head with a smirk playing on her lips. Then she lift herself off the silk and into the hoop. Once she was balanced, she leaned her head back and brought it up slowly.

With a slight haughtiness in her movements, she brought both her hands down to her side, holding onto the hoop as an anchor. Then she ducked her head under the hoop and started to lean back slowly. By now, her she had started to reach her hand out and her body was being support just by the hoop. Just as the chorus hit Yubin pulled her whole body onto the back silks. For a few seconds she climbed up the silks and started to twist, letting the silks wrap around her body.

Give me that thing that I love (Turn the lights on) Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch (Make it real loud) Give me that thing that I love (Turn the lights on) Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch (Make it real loud)

For a moment, she stayed like that until she left herself unravel until she was hanging upside down with one hand on the rope and a little around her waist. With little effort, she pulled her body up grabbed the silks with her free hand. From that moment, she dangled in the air the rope being her only support. It didn't last long, slowly she started to rock back and forth. Once she was close enough, she reached for the silks that were on the right side of the hoop. Now that her both her hands were around the silk she pulled her whole body onto it.

Yubin drew both her legs tight around the silk and twisted it with her arms. Once she had it twisted enough and she was holding on tightly she started to spread her legs into a straight horizontal line. Yubin held the pose a little, her arms hand to be locked for this and she put all her strength into maintaining the pose.

Make it real loud Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch (A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E) Make it real loud Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch

With a kick, she pulled her legs up and wrapped herself around the silk. It only took a little push before she grabbed onto the silk that the hoop hung from. Both her her arms and legs were wrapped around the silk now. Slowly she slid down until she was she was sitting on top of the hoop.  

So far it was going smoothly, she didn't pay attention to anyone's reaction. Her focus had to be on her presence and her moves. She wouldn't be too hurt if she crashed onto the pads below her but she'd be embarrassed. Taking a deep breath she used one hand to hold onto the silk while her other held onto the hoop. With ease Yubin lifted her legs into the air. For a second she steadied herself and finally her legs were in a v shape.

She started to move again, lifting her legs all the way into the air. Once again, she opened her legs they formed an horizontal line again. Taking her hands off the silk, she held it away from her body. It was if she was doing a single hand, hand stand. Again, Yubin held the pose before grabbing onto the hoop with both her hands. Slowly she brought both her legs down until she was sitting on top of the hoop.  

Once she had a good grip around the hoop with her legs, she reached her arms out towards the left silk. Using her body to move the hoop, once it rocked she started to fall forward. It might have looked scary but Yubin was completely in the zone, her body relaxed. Her hands caught the silk quickly, it only took a moment before she was moving again.

I live for the applause, applause, applause I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me The applause, applause, applause

In time with the beat, she spread her legs a little and started to swing her body. The move she swung, her legs went a little higher. As her she gain momentum she started to swing her legs closer together. At the word cheer, she swung both to the right of her. It had been nonstop movement as she twisted both feet in the air. With a small kick, she wrapped one leg around the silk with the other hung free. For a moment she tangled, one hand waving in the air as the other held onto the silk.  Her leg wrapped around the cloth acted as a balance and she spun around until she was able to right herself.

Give me that thing that I love (Turn the lights on) Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch (Make it real loud) Give me that thing that I love (Turn the lights on) Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch (Make it real loud)

Swinging, she grabbed onto the silk that held the hoop. Pulling them together, she slid her body into the silk with the hoop. The left silk swayed a little before going into place. Once she was settled on the silk, her back was facing everyone. Slowly she let one leg hang down, as she did that she moved herself down until she was sitting inside the circle. Slowly she started to lift her right leg as she leaned back a little her hands on the circle for support. Once she her leg half way twisted around the circle, Yubin leaned all the way back. Her left leg hung in the circle as she pulled her right arm in closer to her on the hoop.  After holding the pose, she brought down the leg that was twisted slowly, once both her legs were inside the circle, she pulled the top half of her body up.

For a moment Yubin, sat there her back was to those viewing but she see the camera would catch every angle, so she made sure her face reflected the song. She wanted praise, she wanted attention when she was preforming and this was it. Right now, above everyone else she was comfortable and confident.

And the highlight was still to come.

Ooh touch, touch ooh Touch, touch now ooh ooh ooh ooh

As the chorus came, she ducked her head under the hoop. Slowly the whole hoop started to swing and once she was close, she grabbed onto the the silks hanging behind it. Finally, she had both hands on the silks and pulled the rest of her body around it. Once the hoop swung back into place, she started to separate the silks. It was a feat to see, with one hand and her feet wrapped in the silk, she started to spin the other around her body.

After she put enough around her body, Yubin started to pull herself up the silk her arms were holding onto. Once she was in her perfect place, she paused.

I live for the applause, applause, applause I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me The applause, applause, applause

As the beat started to build back up, Yubin lossened her grip she had on the silk. Carefully, she losened the silk around her wasit. Her body was laid sideways, so her feet weren't caught in the silk she was holding. With one arm hanging by her side, she losened the grib she did have on the silk a little more.

Finally she started to unravel, it started off as a slow freefall. Once the beat started to build even more, she barely held onto the silk that was in her hand. The effect was instant her body started to fall at a rapid pace and her pony tail flew around wildy but there was nothing but pure confidence on her face.

She knew some people's faces might have looked worried but she didn't focus on looking at them.

Give me that thing that I love (Turn the lights on)

Just as the final beat hit and it looked like she would hit the mats under her, she stopped. As she was falling, while her hand wasn't holding onto the silk she started to twist her arm around it. The result was her body hanging vertical swaying a little. Her left arm still dangled while her right one had the silks twisted around and it was her only anchor at that point.

Once she had enough time to properly breath, she twisted her body and brought up her dangling arm. It only took a few seconds for her to pull herself up the silks. Once she was stable, Yubin started to swing it a little more. Once she was close enough, she transferred herself back to the hoop. Once she was settled on the inside the hoop and facing everyone there was only a smirk on her face.

It was almost the end of the song, and finally it felt like she could really breath. Just as the last chorus hit, Yubin lowered herself onto the silk seat hanging from the hoop. Once she was sitting down, she crossed one leg over the over the other, compeletly at ease.

A-R-T-P-O-P

Just like in the music video, she mimicked spelling out the word art pop with her hands on the beat. Her head dropped with the final 'p'. There wasn't any music now, so she paid attention. There was sweat trailing down her face and she knew that if she had let her head down, it would be sticking to her face.

This was it though, she ended her performance without laughing or making any major mistakes. Now, she had to wait to hear the final judgment. Yubin only hoped everyone enjoyed the show as much as she enjoyed preforming.

[lovemesomesurveys]

1. What type of criminal would you be? I wouldn’t be.

2. What are you listening to right now? An ASMR video.

3. If you had to choose a stripper name, what would it be? I’ll spare everyone from having to see this body of mine.

4. If your phone started ringing, who would you hope is calling? I don’t hope anyone calls. I get anxious when my phone rings.

5. Do you drink? Not alcohol.

6. Do you smoke? No.

7. What is the first thing you notice in someone? It’s not the same on every single person. <<<<<

8. Do you get attached easily? Yes. And I fall too hard, too fast.

9. Do you like your eye color? I wish I had blue or green eyes.

10. Have any stupid human tricks? What would be a “stupid human trick”, exactly? Whatever they are, I’m sure I don’t have any. I have no talents.

11. Humor me. What physical ideal do you imagine in a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner? I don’t have an exact type, really. I’ve been attracted to guys of different builds, heights, hair color, eye color, etc. Initially their physical appearance may catch my attention, but it’s the personality and we connect that I really fall for.

12. What type of personality traits do you look for in a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner? Sense of humor, kind, caring, patient, understanding, helpful, trustworthy, loyal...all that good stuff. Someone I vibe with and just have that connection with, ya know?

13. Any other essential quirks/interests/other you look for in a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner? I mean, they’d have to be able to put up with me for one thing. I can be moody and irritable. I’m annoying and sensitive. I have health issues they’d have to be understanding of. Someone who doesn’t mind just chillin at home and binge-watching together. Oh, and someone who respects that I need my alone time.

14. Any romantic gestures you really like? Compliments are nice, doing little things that let me know they think about me are nice, but I don’t care much for big romantic gestures. <<< I like this. Same. And bringing me coffee and/or food is good. ha.

15. Any sexual fantasies? Are you daring enough to share one? Nah.

16. Have you ever been in love? Yes. Twice.

17. Do you have a crush/romantic interest in anyone? Alexander Skarsgard.

18. What’s your sexual orientation (if you feel comfortable answering)? Straight.

19. What’s your favorite color and why? Yellow, teal, mint green, and pastels.

20. What was your most embarrassing moment? Blah.

21. Do you ever wish you were someone else? Yes. Quite often.

22. What were you like when you were a kid? I was quiet and shy. Not a whole lot has changed.

23. What would your dream house be like? Uhhh. Wooden floors and spacious enough. It doesn’t have to be a huge house with a bunch of rooms and such, but just one that my family and I could live in comfortably. Nice backyard.

24. What last made you laugh? Something on Tumblr.

25. Do you have a place you like to go to collect your thoughts? No, not particularly.

26. What is your favorite/least favorite word? I can’t stand the c**t word or the p***y word.

27. What turns you on? Blah.

28. What turns you off? Bleh.

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? No.

30. Would you go bungee jumping/sky diving if given the chance? Noooooooooooooo.

31. Do you have any siblings? I have two brothers.

32. Do you like to dance? No.

33. What is your definition of cheating? …probably about the same as everyone else’s. <<<<< Right? 34. Have you ever stolen anything? No.

35. Do you regret anything? A lot of things.

36. Do you have any phobias? Yes.

37. Ever broken any bones? Yes.

38. Ever come close to death? Yes.

39. What is your religion/spirituality, if any? Christianity.

40. Have you ever been to a psychiatrist/therapist? No, but I’ve been wanting to for a long time.

41. Are looks important in a relationship? They’re not the most important thing, no, but I feel like there’s got to be some physical attraction. There’s more important things that keep the relationship going, but I can’t say looks don’t matter at all.

42. Are you more like your mom or your dad? I have a lot of my dad’s personality traits. The negative ones.

43. What is your favorite season? Fall.

44. Do you have any tattoos? Nope.

45. Do you have any piercings? Just my earlobes.

46. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had? One with the title, but I don’t really feel like it was a relationship. The one that felt more like one in some ways didn’t have the title because we weren’t actually together. Basically, zero.

47. Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? On TV shows.

48. What is your favorite thing to do? Read and study the Bible, drink coffee, Tumblr, watch YouTube videos, read, and do surveys.

49. If you could only visit one place outside of your hometown, where would it be? Hmm. There’s a lot of places I’d like to visit.

50. Do you get jealous easily? More envious than jealous, really. I need to work on it.

51. What is your favorite type of food? Chicken tenders, burritos, and pizza.

52. Do you ever want to get married? I don’t know.

53. Who was your first kiss with? Derek.

54. How many people have you kissed? Three.

55. What is your idea of the perfect date? Just being with the person and enjoying each other’s company. If there’s food and/or coffee involved, that’s good, too.

56. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Introvert.

57. Do you believe in life on other planets, ghosts, or mythical creatures? I don’t know about life on other planets. I believe there are demonic spirits that you shouldn’t mess with. I don’t believe in mythical creatures.

58. What talent do you wish you’d been born with? Having a talent would be nice.

59. What is your saddest memory? Blah.

60. Do you believe in love at first sight? No.

61. Do you believe in soul mates? I don’t know if there’s one person out there you’re meant to be with.

62. Have you ever dyed your hair? Many, many, many times over the years. I’ve dyed it once a month for the past two years, Well, I’ve slacked these past few months, but yeah.

63. Has someone ever spread a nasty rumor about you? No.

64. Would you go against your moral code for money? I don’t think so.

65. What are three things most people don’t know about you? It’s 4:09AM, I don’t feel like thinking about it.

66. Have you ever been diagnosed with depression? Yes.

67. Have you ever contemplated suicide? Yes.

68. How long was your longest relationship? Sigh.

69. Is the glass half empty or half full? Half-empty.

70. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you? Play me a song on the piano or guitar.

71. Who is your most loyal friend? My mom.

72. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner, what is your favorite thing about him/her? --

73. What is your favorite thing about your body and your personality? I like my red hair when the color looks good and my roots aren’t showing. I just wish I had the energy and motivation to do something with my hair besides just throwing it up in a pony tail all the time. I don’t know why i get it done and let my hair grow out (it’s really long now) when I don’t even do anything with it. What a waste.

74. Are you a bad person? I feel like it sometimes.

75. Are you a lover or a fighter? A lover.

76. What did you do on your last birthday? My mom made my favorite dinner on my actual birthday and we had cake. Afterwards, I opened presents. Super chill and lowkey and I liked it. The following day we went to my favorite restaurant and invited my older brother and his boyfriend to join us.

77. What is your favorite quote and why? I don’t know.

78. If your best friend died, what would you do? I hate this question. I means seriously?

79. If you had to go back in time and change one thing, what would it be? Gah just one thing? Though, I suppose there is one thing that led to a series of other things that I’d like to change.

80. If you only had 24 hours to live, what would you do? I’d be too upset and scared to do anything else.

81. What is the strangest dream you’ve ever had? I’ve had many.

82. Are you happier single or in a relationship? I’m just not happy in general. A relationship isn’t going to change that. I need to work on things within myself.

83. Who were you in a past life? I don’t believe in past lives.

84. What is your happiest childhood memory? Just being a kid.

85. Have you ever experienced unrequited love? That’s the only kind I know. Both times I’ve been in love, the feelings were not returned.

86. Have you ever had an imaginary friend? No.

87. What is the story behind one of your scars? Spinal surgery.

88. What is your ideal career? I don’t know. That’s the problem. 89. Do you want kids? I don’t know.

90. Are you conservative or liberal? --

91. Is the male or female body closest to perfection? Who am I to say.

92. How do you feel about PDA? I don’t mind some PDA.

93. If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be? No hate.

94. Where would you like to live? I’m not sure, but it’s not here. By here I mean the city in which I live.

95. Where would you go on your dream vacation? Sweden.

96. Describe yourself in one word. Sensitive.

97. Describe yourself in one sentence. I have make things complicated.

98. Where do you see yourself in five years? I gotta take it a day at a time, buddy.

99. What is your greatest accomplishment? I don’t feel like I have one.

100. What is the meaning of life? That’s for you to find out.

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Image 2 & 3 - A double-page spread from the ‘Feature’ section of the Capital Herald, dated Saturday, 15th May 2021. The information is arranged in boxes with pale peach coloured backgrounds. Each box also contains a picture of the character or characters described therein - two of these characters are symbolised by random background characters from Good Omens. Full transcript below the cut. End ID.]

The Capital Herald, Saturday 15th May, 2021 Feature, page 8-9

Where are they now? The Celebrities behind the masks of The Masked Singer UK’s first live series, three months later They sang, danced, and were unmasked live in front of the nation. But what do their lives look like beyond the mask? We caught up with 2021′s Masked Singers to find out what’s changed MARY HODGES with additional contributions by EDWARD BIGGS & SCUZZ FISHER

Page 8

Top left: Dr. Raven Sable - APPLE Dr. Sable is awaiting the dates of an inquiry into the hospitalisations of Adam Mann and Lilith Root, former ambassadors for his CHOW brand, who allege that their conditions were the direct result of their employment with him. If the allegations are upheld, it's likely that Sable will be struck off and will no longer be permitted to practice medicine. Already, sales of his CHOW lifestyle products and books are down and stocks in his company are plummeting. Sable maintains his innocence on all counts.

Top right: Newton Pulsifer - AXOLOTL Anathema Device - BLACK CAT The unexpected it-couple of the year were spotted having a cosy picnic just last week. It seems love's young dream still has its hold on this adorable pair, who obliged passing reporters with a few posed photographs before asking for privacy for the rest of their date.The two made their relationship public at the beginning of April, and so far they show no signs of tiring of one another. Pulsifer is preparing to provide commentary on the Premier League starting in August, and Device is scheduled to set off on a UK tour in October.

Centre left: Carmine Zugiber - WAR Zugiber recently returned to Celestan, just in time to report on its division into Lestern and Fernor. While the fighting has now largely died down, Carmine intends to stay on in the country to report on the political situation as it develops. While some of her reports will be published through News World Weekly, she's also established a new website of her own where she can, as she says in the introductory post, “dig deeper into the underlying factors beneath the headlines”.

Centre right: Esther James - NINJA After leading the Red Roses to Six Nations victory in March, James began work – alongside her girlfriend, Jane Adams – on setting up a charitable foundation to encourage LGBT+ youngsters to pursue their sporting dreams. Officially set to launch in June this year, Off The Pridelines will offer scholarships, help connect youngsters with teams, and run various support services, as well as a training and accreditation scheme for teams and venues to become more supportive. “A lot of gay and trans kids have a lot of fear tied up with school PE lessons, changing rooms, and sports. Many don't know where they can safely train or play,” James states in the foundation's pre-launch press pack. “Off The Pridelines aims to fix that and help them become more confident and active without having to hide who they are.”

Bottom left: Sergeant Shadwell - BELL As well as forming an unlikely duo with Marjorie Potts – the two have been spotted together in tea shops, at antiques fairs, and even admiring the properties in the window of an estate agent's – Shadwell has been making frequent trips to the town of Little Dyvyn, where work on the restoration of Godleigh Manor has recently been allowed to begin. “Lucy [Godleigh, the owner] is really keen to keep the Wytchfynder Army informed and involved in the process, and I think it's really interesting to get to see inside the walls of the place,” Shadwell told viewers in a recent YouTube video, “so I reckon I'll pop in every so often, have a look around and report anything interesting I find out. For example, that rattling noise from the first video? Turns out there are wooden window shutters inside a hollow wall, and a draft was blowing through them. Something to keep in mind in future 'haunting' cases.”

Bottom Right:

Agnes Nutter - BONFIRE “Some stories wait for no-one,” as Nutter tweeted a couple of weeks ago, and that certainly seems to have been true of her latest book. Just a month after she first mentioned that she'd begun writing a new novel, Nutter has already reported that the first draft is almost finished, and she appears to be planning for a September release date. “I'm going to dedicate this one to my new friend Marjorie,” she told Twitter, “she's been a font of fascinating anecdotes and very generous in allowing me to draw inspiration from them.”

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Top left: Pat Maputi - SQUID P-White's Chalkdust tour is in full swing, with packed crowds selling out arenas across the UK and Europe. Tickets are currently on sale for the American stretch of the tour, which should keep Pat busy until next spring. After that, Maputi plans to “sleep for about a month and then start writing a new album”, they told the Capital Herald – although they will be making time to attend the Blue Peter garden party. For now, though, it's life on the road for Maputi as they wrap up this leg of the tour.

Top centre: Aziraphale Fell - GOOSE Anthony Crowley - SNAKE The Amazing Mr. Fell's magic show has been sold out for three solid months, ever since his appearance on The Masked Singer, and even adding extra shows on Wednesday and Saturday afternoons doesn't seem to have entirely sated the public's demand. Fell himself seems to be spending most of his time off in the company of Anthony Crowley, predominantly in various London restaurant establishments. Most recently, the two were spotted enjoying a late lunch at the Ritz to celebrate the announcement that Crowley has been cast as Rafferty in the new TV adaptation of Sir Thomas Parsett's The Grasswater Affair. “Yeah, thrilled to get another go at Grasswater,” Crowley told the Capital Herald, “and with the support of Noel [Garmin, showrunner] and all the people who've helped me reach the point where this is possible.” Asked about the nature of his friendship with Fell, Crowley seemed lost for words, but Fell stepped in with a brief statement. “I'm afraid it's quite ineffable. And, if you don't mind, I believe those are our desserts.” So it seems The Masked Singer's contestants still have some mysteries for us!

Bottom left: Marjorie Potts - TEAPOT Madame Tracy has been a very busy woman – as well as returning to TV with her show Drawing Back the Veil on Saturday nights, she's also still writing for the New Aquarian and overseeing her increasingly popular Psychic Hotline. But despite all this, she's also found time to be seen at the forefront of a couple of protests, notably against proposed changes to the Freedom Pass system, alongside fellow Masked Singer contestants Agnes Nutter and Sergeant Shadwell. The latter has also been seen making frequent calls to Potts' Camden address – but she's tight-lipped on the subject. “I don't kiss and tell, dear,” she told our reporter – and perhaps you can draw your own conclusions from that.

Bottom centre: Lawrence Richmond - PONY Last week's General Election - the third in four years - saw Richmond lose the Toffley South seat he'd occupied since 2005. In a speech to his supporters immediately after the result was declared, he announced his intention to take a brief break from politics in order to spend more time with his family, and is currently holidaying with wife Victoria and son Horace in the South of France.

Right-hand column: AND THE REST... Jeremy Wensleydale While Wensleydale is currently in rehearsals for a production of Turandot at Glyndebourne this summer, he has also found time to announce that he will be spending the autumn recording an album of some of his favourite operatic and choral numbers, along with a number of famous voices. This will be Wensleydale's first full album since 2018, and is already eagerly anticipated by his many fans. Brian Thames Thames is now coming to the end of his latest tour, The British Inquisition, and has recently found time to appear on several comedy panel shows and chat shows. He's then scheduled to run an online comedy masterclass, which he'll be recording immediately after his tour ends. “I had a teacher at school who told me I had a real talent for helping people remember things. I think usually it was just because they remembered the jokes. So I could hardly pass up this opportunity - this one's for you, Miss Tyler.” Pepper Moonchild Moonchild is currently filling in as a presenter on The One Show, and recently announced that she hopes to publish a detective novel next year. “I've been getting loads of advice from my literary hero, Agnes Nutter – it's something I've always wanted to do, but my agent at the time advised against diversifying too much. My new agent has been nothing but supportive - they even put me in touch with a good literary agent, so now all I have to do is write the best book I can and see how it goes!” Adam Young and Warlock Dowling After years of rumours and speculation about their relationship, presenters Adam Young and Warlock Dowling eloped to tie the knot in New York last weekend.“We didn't tell anyone we were getting married,” Dowling said, after breaking the news on Pam and Sam AM earlier this week. “Our families were a bit surprised! But we just wanted it to be really low key, a day just for us.” “Yeah, some glares were exchanged when people realised they'd missed out on a wedding,” Young confirmed. “But we're going to plan a big party soon! Besides, we didn't do anything in the Big Apple that wasn't worth the trouble we got in for doing it.”

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