#*chews popcorn faster*

[sleepis4theweak]

when u want to go to bed but... popcorn........

[jinxificada]

regina george is so hot.

au!powder x fem!reader

summary: she’s tired of bottling these tormenting desires, would you give her a hand?

cw! comphet awkward, overwhelming first time masturbation (p!receiving) fingering (r!receiving)

men dni. 5,7k wc. no proofread (ignore the jinx's mention, it was initially written for her)

“regina george is so hot.” you hear her voice on your side, making you pause mid chewing.

it was one of your usual sleepovers; popcorn, movies. you also steal cans of beer from her dad’s bar right below the apartment. a routine you’ve set since you were 15.

“yeah..?” you frown in confusion, glancing at her curiously and then back at the screen of her laptop.

“I mean, don’t you agree?”

she pauses the movie to look at you and raising eyebrow expectantly. she already knew what your answer was.. the only right answer.

“obviously,” you play along, sipping on the beer as you avoid her gaze. “it’s just the way you said it… as if you’re attracted to girls.”

as far as you know, powder was straight— you both were. you’ve seen her drool over boys, the walls of her room covered with posters of male artists (and scientists), she loves to flirt around with the male population, never once casting a second glance at a girl like that. hell, you were pretty sure she currently had a thing going on with ekko.

she rolls her eyes and shoves your shoulder like you said the most ridiculous thing, “I’m just pointing out the obvious!”

it was an obvious statement that everyone can agree with. you just don’t mistakenly say it with such a yearning tone.

as you sit together, she takes another look at you with the corner of her eye, a curious thought running through her mind, her heart beating faster… she tries her best to not let it show, but she can’t help to keep drifting her eyes off the movie to you.

she has a pretty girl drinking beer and watching a movie as they laid on her bed.

and she’s yearning.

what if? she thinks to herself, before hastily trying to shut the thought down.

after a few minutes, she takes a long swig of the beer, hoping it’ll help her forget that silly idea…

she tries to focus on the movie, but her mind is a growing mess. what if?... she looks over at you, taking in the way the light from the dimmed screen flashes over your face, enhancing your beauty.

what if i try?

no, she can’t. you’re friends. just friends.. you don’t cross lines like that. you can’t cross lines like that.

but.. it would be so easy to just reach out and… no, stop that.

powder tries her best to act normal, laughing and commenting on the movie with you, but that thought just won’t leave her mind.

curiosity just builds up more and more. her eyes keep roaming back to you, taking in every curve of your face, every move of your body, as my brain is fighting a battle against this sudden.. need to test the boundaries.

she shifts in the bed, trying to find a more comfortable position. her heart is skipping beats as she tries to make it casual, like it’s nothing. her fingers keep rubbing the muscle of her thigh, pretending to be massaging a cramp until she built the courage to finally speak.

“my leg is cramping,” she grumbled while rubbing and massaging her leg. “mind lending me a hand?” she says, hoping that her comment would pass out as a joke so she can forget about this.

you eye her, scoffing a quiet chuckle. “are you serious?”

there it is, she should laugh it off and focus on the movie. she should keep whatever desire she’s feeling buried deep inside and set her mind on ekko, the boy everyone knows has the hots for her—

“please?” she pleads. “it hurts so bad.”

she keeps gently rubbing her leg, and with a subtle shift in her position her oversized shirt rides up, revealing more of her thigh as she angles it slightly towards you.

her stomach flutters when your eyes travel towards her exposed skin. you hesitate, taking in the way her muscle twitches slightly, your left hand finally moves and falls on her pale thigh, starting to knead and immediately looking back at the movie.

powder almost let out a sigh of relief as your hand finally touches her. she watched intently as your hand massages her thigh, working the muscle.

you were so agreeable, too, never having trouble to convince you to do whatever she wanted.

she wondered how far she could take it. how much are you willing to please her..?

she leans back against the headboard of the bed, her mind racing as she silently enjoys the sensations of your touch.. the heat of your hand against her skin, the way your fingers gently press into her leg. her body is responding to your touch in a way it never has before, and it’s taking everything in her to stay in control.

she shifts uncomfortably on the bed, unable to focus on the movie anymore.

but you kept your hand close to her knee.

“is that good?”

she almost let out a squeak as a shudder runs through you. the innocent way in which you ask that, as if you’re genuinely just trying to be helpful, is almost too much for her to handle right now.

she nods quickly, swallowing hard. “y-yeah that’s perfect.” her voice coming out just a tad huskier than before.

you turn to look at her, smiling as you squeeze her thigh. she’s got smooth skin, the faintest freckles on them. you liked that she was a little fit.

“you know… it feels even better a bit higher up.”

the words are out of her mouth before she can stop herself.

but you comply, moving ever so slightly. “there?”

she bites her lip to hold back a soft whine.

“a little higher.. please?”

her heart is racing in her chest as she asks, knowing full well where she’s leading this.

“mmkay,” you chuckle quietly, moving even higher. was it you, or did her skin feel more heated?

she lets out a shaky exhale as your hand moves higher, almost to the top of her thigh. her muscles tense slightly as your finger brushes against the hem of her small tight shorts underneath her shirt.

“h-higher.” she breathes heavily, her body is buzzing with the heat rushing through her. she’s pushing it.

you hesitate briefly, complying anyway. your fingers slowly reaching her inner thighs…

you couldn’t be crazy. she felt so warm, a burning heat coming from between her legs. it was making you feel weird in your stomach.

her breath hitches at the feeling of your fingers on her sensitive skin, the buzzing in her body almost becoming overwhelming. her brain is foggy with this new sensation, the want and need to feel your touch all over her.

she shifts slightly, spreading her legs a bit wider. “like that…”

her hands grip the bed sheets tightly, silently praying you would keep going, to touch her more.

“don’t stop.” she pleads as she feels your fingers slowly tracing the top of her shorts.

“pow…” you mumble in a warning tone. you lick your lips, feeling your mouth dry.

but she’s got so far, you can’t deny her now. please don’t deny her now.

she leans forward, resting a hand on your knee. “please.” she practically whispers, all pretense of a thigh cramp gone. “i need it… i need you.”

an unknown sound leaves your mouth against your will, something like a whimper. you can’t meet her eyes as you move your hand higher, shyly sneaking under her shorts.

she shivers as your hand finally reaches where she wanted it, having to bite her lip again to keep any embarrassing sounds at bay.

“f-fuck.” she breathes, her body going rigid as your eyes meet again. all the tension, the desire.. you can see it all in the look she’s giving you.

it’s almost too much. why do you want to moan if it’s her the one being touched? you cover your face with your free hand, trying to hide how flustered you were.

you keep exploring between her legs. the almost all-consuming warmth, magnetically luring you.

she tries to suppress a moan at the feel of your hand, covering her mouth with her own hand as the other grips at the bed sheets tightly.

“fuck..“ she curses again, her hips rocking against the touch. she’s losing all willpower to stop this now, and she can’t bring herself to care.

you touch her a bit more, flinching when you feel her arousal, pulling your hand away. “w-wait, wait.” you whimper, breathing heavily as you keep avoiding her gaze. you felt overwhelmed, flustered and confused.

and incredibly horny.

powder whined at the loss of contact, desperate for you to put your hand back but also a bit concerned with the look on your face.

she leans into you and brushes a strand of hair out of your face. “what’s wrong?” she asked, her own voice shaky.

“i-i don’t know what i’m doing—“ your lower lip trembled, the heat on your face making you feel even more embarrassed. “sorry, i’m sorry..”

she takes your face in her hands, making you look at her.

“hey.. it’s okay.” powder murmurs softly, soothing you. “don’t worry about it, alright?”

she tries to hide the disappointment from her voice, but neither of you can deny that the feeling of your hands on her was electrifying. tantalizing the vulnerable boundaries of your friendship and sexuality.

“let’s just... let’s just watch the movie, okay?”

you lean into her, hiding in the crook of her neck as you grasp her shirt, powder has her arms wrapped around you in a heartbeat, holding you against her.

“you’re okay.“ she whispers, trying her best to soothe you and ignore the fact she’s painfully aroused right now.

“i’m sorry…” you mumble again, now conscious of her real needs. you wanted to please her, you actually did. you were just so overwhelmed in the moment, the sudden wetness that pooled in your core scared you.

she leans back against the headboard of the bed, with you in her arms. she smelled so good, you didn’t wanna leave this spot.

“…let me try again.” you whisper shyly, now your right hand teasing the edge of her shorts.

powder sucks in a sharp breath as your hand moves back to the edge of her shorts, her body going rigid.

“are you sure? “ she asks hesitantly, still wary of your reaction, and unsure if she could handle the disappointment of you stopping again.

“mmhm,” you nod into her neck, grateful that she can’t see your furious blush. your hand goes back under her clothes, letting out a shaky breath when you feel her pussy with your fingers again.

powder bites her lip to hold back a moan, her head falling back against the headboard, fighting her body to keep her hips from rocking against your palm. she grabs your shirt, fisting the fabric tightly in your hand as she concentrates on her breathing.

“w-wait..” she gasps, trying to speak coherent words as her brain is getting foggy by the pleasure building inside her.

“w-what?” you quickly slip away again, worried that you might have done something wrong, but she reached out, taking your hand in hers and bringing it back to her shorts, guiding you where she wanted you.

“no…” she says, and this time despite her own voice betraying her, she tries to sound more reassuring. “i just… i just need you to keep going.. faster.”

“like this?” you murmur, hesitantly rubbing in circles.

she lets out an unashamed moan as your finger teases her clit, her hand gripping your shoulder as if trying to ground herself.

“y-yeah.. just like that.” her praise is a faint sigh, closing her eyes as the pleasure you’re providing her is the only thing occupying her mind.

you moan too, you can’t help it, your sounds quiet and muffled. she felt so hot, she sounded so hot. you were growing agitated, relishing in the ravenous way she moved her hips into you.

she’s almost shaking now, her body desperately wanting more, wanting release. her breathing is labored as she tries to speak.

“m-more, hm..please.” she manages to gasp out, letting her hand fall from your shoulder to grip the sheets once more.

you obey, paying close attention to which movements made her twitch and moan the most.

powder’s torn between keeping her mouth shut, in a desperate attempt to hold back all the needy moans and whines that threaten to spill from her mouth, and cry out loud, to let the neighbors know how good you’re making her feel.

she struggles to keep her body under control, but your every touch feels like she’s on fire, a ticking bomb waiting to explode. and she doesn’t want anything more than to just give into the pleasure.

her body writhing from your voracious stimulation, she’s not even trying to hold back anymore. she clutches at your arm as your touch grows confident, fingers spreading her folds, reaching her tight entrance to gather her fluids and go back to furiously rub her clit, learning that it was what made her react the most.

she was so close, so close... just a little more, and she’s almost there. powder pressed her hand against her mouth again, trying to stifle a deep moan coming from the back of her throat.

“powder…” you whine quietly, your hand getting drenched in her juices as you work on her pussy. “‘wanna hear you…”

she instantly removes her hand from her mouth, her eyes closed and her mind so overwhelmed from the pleasure and her impending orgasm that she’s not even really aware of what’s happening anymore, her whole focus fixed on you, and the pleasure you’re giving her.

“s-so close—!“ she gasps.

you can’t stop yourself from squeezing your thighs together as she’s making little whines and whimpers in the back of my throat that sound completely needy at this point, aching for release.

“please,” she begged breathlessly. “i’m almost.. i’m so close, i just need a little more…”

her fingers dig into your arm, and you’re pretty sure if she squeezes any tighter her nails would draw blood.

the whine leaving her mouth ringed in your ear, the tension starting to peak. her thighs squeezes your hand, and to your surprise, she got more wet. her creamy orgasm moistened your palm, her body shocking sharply, scaring you for a second. but she doesn’t let you pull back, so you keep touching her as she rides her high.

just after a whole minute she stops trembling that much.

she keeps her eyes closed, her body still trembling ever so slightly. she feels boneless, like all her energy just left her body.

after a few seconds, she managed to blink her eyes open and find your worried gaze.

powder lets out a shaky exhale, and her hand moves from your arm to your cheek.

“i’m okay…“ she assures you, her voice sounding hoarse. she keeps her hand against your cheek, and she’s struck by the way you’re looking at her, your face still flushed with color.

“fuck, powder…” you mumble with a frown, leaning into her hand. you can barely meet her eyes without getting even more flustered. your hand is still inside her shorts.

she chuckled softly, still feeling the afterglow from her orgasm.

“you can take your hand away now…” she murmured, her thumb stroking your cheek.

you flush in embarrassment, quickly shifting away. you look down at your hand, completely drenched in her fluids, her eyes follow your gaze, taking a moment to collect herself and then sit up, bringing a hand to your chin to turn you face her.

“hey..” she says softly, her voice still a tad shaky. “you okay?”

“gotta clean up,” you blurted, rushing to the bathroom in an attempt to escape the awkwardness that filled your body.

what the hell just happened…?

she watches as you dart away, feeling her stomach drop nervously, she took a deep breath and tried to clear her head, suddenly realizing the mess that is still between her thighs.

powder gets up and grabs a towel from a nearby chair, using it to clean herself off before throwing it in the laundry basket.

she considers following you to the bathroom, but she’s not sure if she should. you needed a minute to yourself, and she was worried about making things awkward.

more than it already was.

she sits back down on the bed, still a little shaken from what just happened. you both knew your friendship would never be the same after tonight.

you liked to believe otherwise. desperately. it was probably the heat of the moment, she was horny and you were there, so you gave her a hand. that was it.

though the wetness between your legs said that you were indeed affected by this.

you tried to ignore it.

you get out of the bathroom and make your way back next to her in the bed, not sparing her a glance as you fix the computer where it was and go back the minutes you missed from the movie.

powder can’t help the way her heart twinges a little as you keep your distance and don’t even look at her. it hurts more than she’d like to admit. she’s starting to think that maybe, maybe she did read this whole situation wrong.

so she keeps quiet, unsure of what to say now that you’re back. she can’t even pretend to focus on the movie, her thoughts whirling in her head.

her eyes keep stealing glances at you, searching your face for any clue as to how you feel. she’s trying to find some hint of that flush on your cheeks, something to give her some hope that what you did affected you just as much as it did to her.

the only hint she gets is the way your thighs are pressed so tightly together that it's almost like you're trying to hold back any evidence of what just happened.

you sit there in the quiet of the room, the only sound being the movie playing on the computer. she’s growing antsy, desperate to know if this changed your friendship or not.

finally, her impatience wins over and she can’t sit quietly anymore. she breaks the silence, her voice uncharacteristically small.

“are we not going to talk about it?”

you frown instantly, distractedly taking some popcorn.

“if you want,” you say, trying so hard to feign nonchalance.

you hear powder sigh a bit too loudly, she’s taken back by your response. she tries not to let it bother her as she gathered her thoughts.

“i just…” she begins, hesitating a little. “i just wanted to know if…” she trails off, not sure how to ask her next question. she bites her lip, trying to summon the courage to just spit it out. “were you.. okay with.. what we did?” she finally managed to ask, her hands clenched into fists in her lap. she was trying to keep her voice even, but it was obvious she was a little nervous about your answer.

your thighs clenched again, letting out a shaky breath.

“y-yeah, sure. i just.. helped you out.” you try to dismiss again, ignoring your own blush and arousal.

“just helped out?” she echoed, a little bitterly.

she bites her lip, unable to keep the pang of disappointment from her heart.

she wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but it wasn’t this nonchalant attitude. she forced herself to continue, trying to keep the emotion from her voice.

“so you didn’t.. enjoy it at all?”

you look at her, wide eyed. “w-we’re not like that, pow.” you reminded her, scared of your own reactions, you… feelings. “i dunno…”

she feels something inside her twist in an unpleasant way, and she fights to control her face and keep the disappointment buried deep inside her.

“you’re right.. we’re just friends...” she murmurs as realization sets in that you really didn’t see anything more about what you did.

she forces herself to look away, staring back at the movie screen so you don’t see the emotions in her face.

but she’s your friend, of course you’d notice.

you don’t like seeing her like that, instantly urging you to comfort her. you cuddle her side, pouting softly as you wrap your arms around her waist. it felt right.

her breath hitches in her throat when she feels your arms wrapping around her. she leaned into your body instinctively, her head falling on your shoulder.

It feels like you’re offering some comfort, some kindness, after the rejection she’s feeling.

“friend’s help each other out.” she murmured half jokingly under her breath, sounding a bit self-deprecating.

you repeat her words in your mind, growing more and more conscious of the burning feeling in your core.

maybe…

you nuzzle into her neck for a moment, before daring to speak. “c-could you help me?”

she’s completely caught off guard by your words, her eyes widening a little as she looks at you. your words had so much implication behind them.

“help you..?” she asks slowly, trying to get you to clarify. a part of her didn’t want to get her hopes up in case she was misinterpreting it.

you’re quick to specify, taking her left hand to press it over your pants, almost naturally rocking your hips enthusiastically. she’s sure she has never seen you so… demanding.

“it’s aching…” you whimper softly, “you made me feel like this…”

she sucks in a breath as she feels the heat coming from your core. she lets her hand linger on your shorts as her eyes roam your face.

“i did..?” she says, surprise coloring her voice. she’s surprised that this effect you were having on her was mutual. “but I thought we’re just friends?” you noticed the faintest smirk tugging at her lips, naturally teasing you.

though powder almost doesn’t believe what’s happening right now. she keeps her hand between your legs, moving a little closer to you, her eyes fixed on your face.

“so you like it when i touch you like this?” she asks in a voice laced with both surprise and just a hint of smugness.

you’re instantly crumbling, nodding fervently as you hide in her neck again, breathing heavily.

“hurry…”

powder slowly drags her hand up your shorts, her fingers playing with the elastic of your underwear, and she takes a moment to revel in the way your breath stutters out, your body shifting restlessly against her.

“hurry..?” she mocked, “are you… impatient?”

“n-no, please don’t tease me, powder.” i begged, grasping onto her shirt. “i helped you out, please.”

she chuckled softly at your adorable begging. “‘can’t help it, you’re just too cute when you’re horny.” she tells you, before giving in to your pleading.

her hand moves further into your shorts, her fingers slowly rubbing against the throbbing button in your panties and drawing out a shaky gasp from you.

“like this, is this what you need?” she murmured, her tone still just a little titillating, but her words were sincere.

“you know it is,” you pouted, buckling your hips into her touch.

“mhmm,” she hummed, pleased to know she’s teased you enough to break you. she keeps her touch light, her fingertips circling teasing you without doing enough to actually give you any real relief.

“you’re already so worked up...” she remarks, feeling the wetness that’s already leaking into your underwear. “i didn’t even do that much to you.” she teases again, enjoying the way you gasp and writhe against her.

she brushes her lips against your neck, nipping and kissing on the sensitive skin. “you’re such a mess…” she murmured against your skin.

you grunted, moving your hand to grip her hair. “please—“ you breathed out into her jaw.

she hears the pleading in your voice, mixed in with just a hint of annoyance, and she can’t help the way her stomach twists with arousal at the sound.

“alright, i won’t tease anymore” she soothes, her fingers moving a little firmer against you, searching for a way to give you what you need.

you whine softly, your back arching into her, you were a tangled mess, her laptop once again sliding to the side as you kept shifting in the bed. you felt her breath against your cheek…

you kinda wanted to kiss her.

she lets her eyes roam over your face, taking in your flushed skin and your parted lips. powder was having a hard time concentrating with you so close, just like you, your every thought circling back to the fact that you wanted to kiss her.

“you’re so pretty.” she murmured absentmindedly, her fingers rubbing a little harder, deciding that she also wanted more, she slipped her hand underneath your panties, caressing your cunt shamelessly and pushing two fingers inside you at once, bringing out a guttural moan from you.

your eyes flickering from her lips to her blue hooded gaze. your chin tilted up without you realizing, feeling dizzy.

she noticed your eyes lingering on her lips, and her breath stuttered for a moment in her chest, feeling her own desire welling up.

she knows she probably shouldn’t kiss you, that it would change everything. but you’re right there, your parted lips so close to hers, and she finds she doesn’t have the self control to stop herself any longer. if she ever had it at all.

her fingers pause agonizingly inside you, as she leaned her head in and closed the distance, pressing her lips against yours before you could let out the irritated cry of complaint.

it’s short, sweet. you kissed her back before pulling away, shyly meeting her eyes for a second.

she pulls back a moment after you, feeling dazed from the short lived kiss. she keeps her eyes trained on you as she tries to regain her bearings a little.

“you didn’t seem to mind that very much.” she commented a little breathlessly, a small smile forming on her lips as she takes in your flushed expression.

you can only frown, tugging at her hair to pull her down again, kissing her deliberately, making her gasp a little in surprise her hair getting tugged harder by your grip as your lips press against hers. she has a moment to react before her mind melts away, and she just leans into you in a more heated kiss.

with her hand still between your thighs, the rest of her body follows as she settles on top of you, her other hand keeping itself propped up in the bed.

the kiss turns just a little more desperate, her tongue seeking out your mouth as it becomes harder to concentrate, but she finds she doesn’t particularly mind.

it gets messier, your dizziness making it hard for tou to follow her pace, her tongue and yours clashing everywhere. you moaned into her lips, grinding your hips against her hand. you felt little tears pricking in the corner of your eyes from the building pleasure.

she moaned with you, her hand moving a little more urgently against you, pounding her fingers mercilessly. and if it weren’t for the way she’s propped up on top of you, she would have probably started to grind against you a little herself.

you have to pull back from the kiss, a growling sound escaping from your throat as your back arches to press into her chest. she was hitting your sweet spot with an unrelenting pace.

she watches in awe as you curled into her hand, her mouth almost going dry at the sight of your face so overcome with pleasure. her breathing is labored as she tries to keep her hand in the most steady pace, her eyes never leaving your face.

“right there?” she asks urgently, her tone almost a little desperate for you to answer.

“yes,” you sobbed, tears streaming down your reddened warm cheeks. “feels so good, hm— i can’t..” you blabbered.

her need to make you feel good, to give you the release you’ve been seeking takes over all my thoughts, powder is utterly fascinated by you, and she’s consumed in the urge to make you fall apart.

her fingers continued their assault on your abused pussy, pushing you to delirium. you never thought powder could be so talented with her hand, if your mind was clearer you would’ve questioned how did she know where and how to push the right buttons. her thumb moved to play with your unattended clit as her face leaned close to your ear.

“don’t cry.” she urged, her voice low and gravelly. “i’m going to take care of you, okay? i’m going to make you feel so good. just tell me you’re mine.”

it felt so good hearing that, just as much as it confused you. “w-what?”

in reality, her own words had surprised her, powder felt herself faltering for a moment. she didn't mean to say that, but with you so vulnerable and desperate beneath her, it just came out.

“just—“ she begins, attempting a confident voice. “just tell me you’re mine right now. that’s all i need.”

you comply without thinking much, her words making you impossibly wetter.

“m’yours.” you whimpered, “i’m yours, powder, only yours.”

powder shivers a little at your words as a possessive feeling seizes her heart, making her want to pull you even closer and never let go.

“good.” she murmurs, as she returns her body against yours, her head nuzzling into your neck. she continues her touch, fucking you at a frantic, almost animalistic pace, the wet sounds of your cunt lasciviously echoing in her room. “now be a good girl and come for me”

she doesn’t have to tell you twice, reaching your peak effortlessly under her touch. you can’t say you really tried to control your body, feeling possessed by something else, something bigger than you. powder doesn’t stop her movements until you’ve ridden out the aftershocks and your body relaxes, a sense of pride welling up in her chest at seeing you come apart so easily for her.

she buries her head into your shoulder, taking a couple more deep breaths to slow her thoughts. she’d be lying to herself if she said this didn’t mean more to her than just two friends helping each other out.

so she rather don’t say anything for a moment, just listening to the sound of your breathing as your body comes down from the high. she let some of the possessive feelings wash away, settling on just enjoying the contentment of staying so close to you.

you feel more calm, but you were craving something. tugging at her hair again gently, you pull her face close to yours.

her eyes lift her head to look at you. her heart stutters seeing you looking so flushed, your hair messy around your head.

“what is it?” she asked softly, resting her chin on your chest.

“kiss,” you mumble so quietly that you barely hear yourself.

a flicker of surprise briefly passes through her mind as she registers your words, her chest almost clenching at the soft and almost shy tone of your request.

her blue eyes search your face for a moment before her gaze lands on your lips. she moved into them without another word, pressing her lips softly against yours.

she parts her lips against yours, taking a moment to relish in the sweet feeling of your mouth against hers. she gently slides her tongue into your mouth, savoring you in a different way than she did before. her hand moving up from your shorts to caress your neck.

but you pull back reluctantly, taking her wrist in your hand.

“dirty fingers.” you point out.

she lets out a sheepish chuckle, her cheeks flushing as she realized her dirty fingers had just touched your skin. “you’re right...” she murmurs, holding up her hand a little bit to look at the evidence staining her fingers.

she brings her messy fingers to her mouth and starts to lick them clean, maintaining eye contact with you as she watches your reaction.

oh my god…

your eyes widened, your darkened gaze fixed on the way she tasted you so greedily, an intense blush creeps on your cheeks as she hollowed hers, humming in delight.

a satisfied smile appeared on her lips as she saw the color on your face and felt the way your breath stutters as you watch her suck her fingers clean.

“you taste so good.” she praised, loving the way her words make you squirm a little underneath her.

“what is it?” she asks, amused at your pouty expression. she shifts her weight a little so she’s leaning on her forearms, hovering above you. she takes a moment to admire the sight of you splayed beneath her, disheveled and breathless from her touch.

you let her now bring her hand up to caress your flushed cheek, her eyes roaming between your face and that pouty mouth of yours. “tell me what you’re thinking,” she whispered, though her voice still sounded a little rougher than usual. “you’re not… not regretting what we just did again, right?”

“n-no, no, i don’t regret it.” you rushed to say, stumbling over your words. you can’t stand the way her mouth pouted at you, anticipating the worst. “that’s.. sort of the problem, pow… i, um—”

“the problem?” she interrupted, almost scowling.

“i mean, not the problem,” you tried to correct yourself. “this is just, um, new.”

ah.

she almost sighs in relief as you explain yourself, her shoulders relaxing. powder lets her body rest more heavily on top of you, her head dipping down so she could rest her chin on your shoulder without having to prop herself up with her arms.

“new and good?” she inquires quietly against your ear, needing to hear the answer to quell her nervousness.

you slowly move your arms to embrace her as she keeps her head nestled in the crook of your neck, cuddling warmly. you’re suddenly consumed with the desire to breathe in the scent of her hair.

“you need time to process things?” she suggested in a murmur into your skin, closing her eyes and just relishing in your closeness for the moment.

“yes,” you quavered, appreciating her understanding. your grip tightened, giving in to your desires as your nose pressed into her soft blue hair. “but don’t leave.”

[slightly-knot-insane]

Idea for fic: where the reader is on the bed teasing the monster that they tied to the wall with a rope or chain and is some how holding the chain (kinda like a pulley system) and accidentally lets go of the chain and the monster pounces on them ;)

a/n: Hehehe, I love this! :3 Thank you for the ask!

Hung-Over

[ m!monster x fem!reader ]

content: grinding

You wait for him to wake up, your arms crossed, a pout on your mouth. You tug the rope around his legs, trying to wake him up faster - you were becoming irritatingly impatient.

With a long yawn followed by a grunt, he opens one eye. "Oh shit... Everything hurts." He notices you and immediately wakes up, his eyes dilating in panic. "I'm... in trouble?"

"You got drunk again!" you snap. "You got drunk again, forgot your phone at a pub, and barged in through the door like a rhino!"

"I broke our door again?"

"No, luckily you were able to use the lock, but you slammed the door so hard, I think the wall next to it cracked."

"I'm so sorry, love, I—" He frowns and wriggles his arms and legs. Or better said - tries to. "Why are my wrists and ankles tied?"

"I told you I'll punish you if you scare me like that again. Now you're hungover, tied and will watch Pawn Stars all morning."

"NO!" He roars, anguish written all over his face. "You know how much I hate those cheapskates! Ow... my head..."

You turn on the TV sit in the armchair next to your bed and grab a huge bowl of popcorn you already prepared. You enjoy the grunts and annoyed comments your boyfriend throws at the TV.

After one episode finishes, you look at your prisoner and see him straining to grab the end of one of the ropes, probably intending to either pull it or just chew it off. "Hey!" You jump on the bed and smack his hand away. You stand above him, legs spread and arms akimbo. "You could just apologize and admit you fucked up."

He eyes you from your ankles to your lips. "Didn't I?"

"You can be a real prick sometimes, you know that?"

He sighs. "I know and I am sorry. But I always forget my stuff when I'm drunk." You take the rope and pull it, quartering your boyfriend a little bit more. "Ouch!"

"Ask some of your friends to watch it for you before you get completely pissed. Seriously. I was so worried."

He looks at you, puppy eyes mode on. "Really? You love me that much?"

You click your tongue and pull the rope again, the elaborate pulley system you prepared while your boyfriend was passed out on your bed doing what it's supposed to. He grunts and... laughs? You look down and roll your eyes. A big lump is formed under his boxers. "You really are a freak."

"You know it, babe," he smirks and his tail (that sneakily coiled around your ankle while you weren't paying attention) lifts your leg up. With a yelp you fall on the bed and let go of the rope. A perfect opportunity for him. He simply sits up and, with a yank, pulls one of the ropes out of the pulleys. While you wrestle with his strong tail pinning you into the mattress, he frees his legs and lays on top of you. His wrists remain tied together but that doesn't bother him - he pulls your arms above your head and places himself between your legs. "Aaah, finally. Where I'm supposed to be."

His bulge presses against your groin and you can't escape getting hot under his warm weight. "You asshole..."

He keeps moving his hips up and down, grinding his hardness against your soft folds. He kisses you, moaning even before you do. You push yourself up, to feel him more. He spreads your legs further with every futile push. You feel his cock prodding against your entrance but your clothes are holding it captured. The desperate rolls of your boyfriends pelvis indicate he just might be close... And you are as well. You pant, lick your dry lips wanting to taste his delicious cock and ride it to your orgasm. But all you can do is angrily rub against him, sliding up and down his bent shaft. It becomes almost unbearable and painful, but pleasure building up soothes every burning nerve. You climax grinding against his stomach. He laughs, triumphantly letting you go and getting his cock out. Through his tied hands he blows his load onto you, staining your PJs and hair. But all you can do is laugh with him.

He kisses your sweaty forehead. "I'm sorry for making you worried. I promise I won't let this happen again. If..."

You raise your eyebrow. "If?"

"If we don't dismantle this wonderful pulley system you came up with. I'm sure it will come in very useful in the future."

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ COME BACK TO ME(PLEASE ) kim minji x reader

↳ warnings this takes place during ditto era, minji is down bad, 6th member reader

minji stood frozen, her gaze locked on the ethereal girl as she glided past without stopping. every movement seemed choreographed, every step a graceful dance. time seemed to slow as minji drank in the girl's beauty—a beauty so unique, it made minji question her own perception of the word beauty. 

it was the kind of beauty that transcended mere physical appearance, captivating minji’s senses and leaving her speechless and then that specific feeling started creeping upon minji.

regret.

the feeling of realizing you messed up the best thing that could ever happen to you.

yeah, that’s what she was feeling right now.

"oh no, don't give me that look," minji turned to hanni, who shot her a scolding glance. "you broke up with her, bro. don’t act all heartbroken just because your ego got in the way."

minji’s shoulders sagged under Hanni's sharp gaze, her expression a mix of regret and frustration. "I know, I know," she muttered, “she’s just so pretty.”

minji couldn't fathom why their ceo thought it was a stroke of genius to add yn to the group after pitting her and yn against each other the entire time. It felt like a cruel joke, especially considering the rule of having only "five people" for debut for the group only to suddenly change course and introduce yn months after their debut dropped. the decision felt like a slap in the face.

like everything she did was for nothing, like letting yn go was for nothing, being an asshole was all for nothing.

“she is.” hanni  responded with no remorse, not even flinching at minji’s glare, “and I don’t know what you were thinking.” she says rubbing salt into the wound causing minji to groan and throw her head back.

"I don't know what I was thinking either," minji whispered to herself, the weight of her own words echoing in the quiet of the room. 

with a heavy sigh, she pushed herself up from the couch, a weariness settling over her like a heavy blanket. "I'm gonna go lay down," she muttered as she trudged away, her steps heavy with the burden of her thoughts.

"don’t forget we're all meeting back in the living room in an hour to watch ditto drop!" hanni’s voice called after minji, her words giving a burst of energy that clashed with minji’s mood. but minji was already disappearing down the hallway, her groan serving as a half-hearted response to hanni’s reminder.

minji kept her gaze fixed on the floor as she made her way down the hall to her room, lost in her thoughts and oblivious to the figure approaching that makes their way down to opposite side of the hall with a bag of caramel popcorn in their hands, with a sudden collision, their bodies collided, eliciting a yelp from both parties involved.

startled , minji looked up, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes met yn’s. time seemed to stand still as they locked gazes, minji momentarily forgetting how to breathe in the presence of the girl.

while the girl stuffs an handful the popcorn she already had in her hand in her mouth while clutching the bag in her other.

minji observed yn’s awkward attempt to slowly chew the sweet popcorn, her mind racing faster than her mouth could keep up. "you're still obsessed with caramel popcorn?" she blurted out, the words tumbling from her lips before she could fully process them.

yn’s eyes flicked up to meet minji’s, a hint of sheepishness coloring her expression as she swallowed the popcorn. "yeah," she admitted but immediately hardening up, “that doesn’t matter though, since nothing about me matters.” she responds quoting the older girls words causing minji to cringe.

“yn-“

"I really don't want to hear it," yn interjected quietly, cutting off minji’s attempt to speak. "you said what you had to say already," she added, her tone tinged with a hint of vulnerability before turning and walking down the hall.

minji hand instinctively reached out as if to stop her, but she hesitated, the weight of yn’s words settling heavily in her chest. With a resigned sigh, minji let her hand fall back to her side, watching silently as yn disappeared from view, the distance between them feeling wider than ever before.

she felt the weight in her chest get heavier as she turned around and headed to her room, being around yn has been so hard, the more she interacts with the girl the more she feels like she’s going to explode in tears.

minji lets herself sink into her bed and closes her eyes letting her guilty tears fall, she pulls her blanket over her and lets sleep slowly take over.

and just as she closes her eyes she opens them, when she feels an excited hyein open the door of the room, minji looks at the time, it’s been an hour since she fell asleep.

“minji unnie, get up!”the younger yells, “we have two minutes.” she says before running out the room

minji stares at the ceiling before letting out a sigh and dragging herself out of her bed, she makes her way out her room and she immediately here’s the loud noises of her members.

despite her reluctance, minji knew she couldn't stay holed up in her room forever. with a resigned sigh, she squared her shoulders and began to make her way towards the source of the commotion, steeling herself for whatever awaited her on the other side.

as soon as she walks into the living room she’s met with danielle’s of hurry’s.

minji can’t help but smile at the girls contagious excitement, but that smile immediately disappears when she sees that only spot open is the one beside yn who hasn’t looked up from her bowl of caramel popcorn since minji entered the room.

taking a deep breath to steel herself, minji forced a shaky smile and approached the couch, taking the seat beside yn.

the air between them felt charged with tension, a silent barrier that seemed to loom larger with each passing moment. despite her best efforts to ignore it, minji couldn't shake that feeling she got in her chest around yn.

she opened her mouth to whisper a greeting but was cut off by the greeting and of the other girls as the countdown started.

she played with her fingers as the screams got louder when the music video started, she couldn’t help but smile at the music video, especially the scenes where it was just her and yn, she remembers how nervous she was when the director told her that her and yn will have multiple parts alone together, the filming was so awkward but seeing how nice it tuned out made her warm inside.

feeling a gentle nudge, minji turned to look at yn, who had her eyes fixed on the music video playing on the screen. furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, minji followed yn’s gaze down to the bowl of caramel popcorn nestled between them. 

A soft smile tugged at the corners of minji’s lips as she realized yn’s subtle invitation to share the snack.

minji reached out and scooped up a handful of the sweet and salty treat, the warmth of yn’s gesture washing over her like a comforting embrace. 

as she popped a kernel into her mouth, minji couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope flicker within her, a silent reassurance that perhaps, despite the distance that had grown between them, there was still a chance for reconciliation.

once the music video finished all the girls got up, they all agreed to make cookies after watching the music video, minji watched as they made their way around the corner to the kitchen, their conversation buzzing about the music video.

hanni shot minji an encouraging look before nodding to yn who still at bedside minji with her face in her phone probably texting her family members about the music video, she then turned the corner and made her way to the kitchen like the rest of the girls.

minji swallowed nervously, the lump in her throat betraying the turmoil of emotions swirling within her. "Um, yn?" she began tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper amidst the din of the room.

yn finally tore her gaze away from the screen of her phone, turning to look at minji with a raised eyebrow, a silent question lingering in her eyes. the weight of their unspoken tension hung heavy in the air, casting a palpable unease over their interaction.

minji took a deep breath, summoning the courage to voice the words that had been weighing on her mind. "I... I just wanted to say... I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice trembling with the raw vulnerability of her confession. "For everything."

"I... I don't know what I was thinking," minji continued, her voice cracking with emotion. "the pressure of debuting was just so high, and the fact that it was either me or you getting kicked out of the lineup made everything worse." She paused, her words hanging heavy in the air as she struggled to articulate the depth of her remorse.

"I let my fear and insecurity cloud my judgment," minji confessed, her gaze dropping to her hands as she fidgeted nervously with her fingers. 

“But that's no excuse for how I treated you. You didn't deserve that, and I'm truly sorry for hurting you, I don’t even know how I even thought of hurting someone I love so much, I need you to know that ever since that day all I’ve wanted was you back.”

the weight of her confession hung between them, the silence stretching taut with the unspoken hope for forgiveness. minji heart pounded in her chest, her pulse echoing in her ears as she waited with bated breath for yn’s response.

"the pressure was pretty high, huh?" yn echoed softly, her tone tinged with a mixture of understanding and resignation. she sighed, her gaze flickering briefly to the bustling activity in the other room before returning to minji’s troubled expression.

"I get it," yn admitted, her voice carrying a weight of shared experience. "we were all under immense pressure, and it's easy to let it get the best of us." she reached out, laying a gentle hand on minji arm, a silent gesture of solidarity. "but that doesn't excuse what happened between us."

there was a quiet intensity in yn’s gaze as she locked eyes with minji, a silent plea for honesty and accountability. "I appreciate your apology," she said softly, her words carrying a note of sincerity. "but apologies alone won't mend what's broken.”

minji felt her chest sink and it was obvious that yn could see it in her eyes, “I do see us together minji I really do, but let’s do this slowly.”

minji nodded, her throat tight with unspoken words. despite the ache of longing that pulsed within her, she knew that yn was right. rebuilding what they once had would take time and patience, a delicate process that couldn't be rushed.

"Okay," minji murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I understand, I’ll do anything to fix this, I’m kinda obsessed with you.”

yn laughed and pressed a soft kiss to minji’s cheek, “yeah, it’s obvious.” obvious she teases before getting up from the couch and reaching out her hand towards minji, “lets go help with the cookies.”

minji couldn’t contain the smile that broke out on her face as she interlocked her hand with yn’s letting the girl drag her towards the kitchen.

she looks at yn and is completely mesmerized and just like always her mouth is faster than her mind, “you looked amazing in the music video, best way to make your official debut.”

“oh, shut up.”

[kyoteugly]

Inspired by this post I made a fanarts and it turned into a fanfic. All you can find under the cut.

Kiss me

Buck/Eddie | T | 1.1k | with fanart

Buck had no idea how he ended up in a Lakers game which he had no interest in. Well, it wasn't exactly true. He knew he would end up here eventually, tickets were an anniversary gift after all, so it was given that he would be here with his boyfriend. But he didn't have a boyfriend anymore. Or girlfriend. Or even a date. It would be pretty bold to take a newly met person to a Lakers game. That kind of date could end... enthusiastically. But using those tickets to get laid would make him a bad person, right? Nah, he wouldn't do that.  It crossed his mind that he should return the tickets, he doesn't even like basketball...

"Yes! Go, go, go! Hell yeah!"

Buck stuffed another fist of popcorn into his mouth, watching Eddie take his seat again. He's so excited - commenting the game to Buck and cheering loudly, standing up whenever emotions take over - it's nice to see Eddie like this, smiling and joyful… looking so… alive.

Right, that's why he's here.

He showed Eddie the tickets and he just froze, looking like a cat who saw a Christmas tree for the first time. With his mouth slightly open in wonder and big eyes reflecting every colorful light in them. Buck didn’t even have to think about it, he just gave both tickets to Eddie. And immediately, before even taking them from Buck’s hand, Eddie said something like “Only if you come with me.” And Buck said “sure” - again, without thinking.

And now he’s here, wearing the only yellow t-shirt he could find, because Eddie insisted he has to wear proper colors, when he showed up at Buck’s loft in a Lakers purple hoodie. 

“Great game, we’re gonna win for sure.” Eddie lets out a little huff and runs fingers through his hair to clear it from his flushed face. 

Buck thinks he should take that hoodie off, but he’s also sure Eddie would refuse, giving him an offended look. Somehow this image makes Buck smile with fondness.

And a second later it’s gone, because Eddie insolently reaches for Buck’s popcorn.

“Eyy! You said you don’t want, so hands off!” Buck tries to guard his food but Eddie only grins at him like this is some kind of dare and reaches again. This time he’s much faster and Buck is unable to save his snack from Eddie’s grabby hands.

He looks at Buck with a victorious bratty smile, while chewing slowly. Buck gazes at him like a look could kill, but Eddie is not impressed. He simply sucks his Coke through the straw and still grinning turns back to the court. 

Finding his own soda cup empty, Buck just pouts with his eyes fixed on the seat in front of him. He definitely doesn’t like basketball.

He lets out a short sigh, and looks around. The intermission should start soon, so if he wants to avoid crowds, he should go get a drink now. But before he gets up, a cup of Coke appears in front of him. 

Buck takes it and sinks into his seat with a soft smile and a warm feeling spreading through his chest. Eddie didn’t even look at him, he didn’t have to. Surrounded by all the noise and lights, all the people, he’s still aware of Buck by his side. Excited and engaged in the live game he loves so much, he still sees Buck and knows what he thinks.

It’s so natural, Buck never really thought about it. But now he does and he realizes Eddie is always there for him, no questions asked, honest but not judgmental, no matter what’s going on in his life. No matter if it’s silently drinking beer on a living room couch or going on a game together. Because somehow it feels like Eddie is here not only for his own fun but for Buck as well. 

Especially when Eddie nudges Buck to join him, when he starts singing with the most joyful smile on his face. 

“Kiss me, out of the bearded barley Nightly…”

And Buck can’t help it but to look… at this unruly stand of dark hair, at those long eyelashes casting soft shadow over honey-colored eyes… at those full lips, singing…

“You'll wear those shoes and I will wear that dress Oh, kiss me…!”

Eddie nudges him again and Buck caves, singing along. 

They both look at the screen, watching people smiling and kissing. And Buck is sure Eddie, like always, is here for him. To make him feel this carefree lightness, to simply enjoy the moment, either it’s a game or making fools of themselves singing corny songs on top of their lungs.

They butchered the second verse, none of them sure what the words are, but it doesn’t matter. They laugh like they hadn’t in a long time, together in this freeing act of simply being themselves. And they give all they got when the chorus plays again…

“Oh, kiss me, beneath the milky twilight Lead me out on the moonlit floor Lift your open hand…”

Buck looks at Eddie and he thinks some silly thoughts… how beautiful Eddie is, how happiness makes his eyes sparkle mischievously but at the same his lips curve with fondness… how he knows him and loves him, not despite being Buck, but because of it… he looks at Eddie in this warm golden hue and he thinks he’s like a sun…

Eddie turns to him and Buck immediately avoids his gaze because…

Suddenly Buck sees himself on the big screen and somewhere in the back of his mind he knows he should wave “no” but he can’t… because Eddie is still looking at him, and all Buck wants is to meet his honey-colored eyes.

“So kiss me”

Buck isn’t aware he exhales the lyrics when Eddie gently cups his face. And then he kisses Buck. Softly and oh-so sweetly, with the whisper of longing in the light pressure and delicate movement of his lips. It’s tender, it’s perfect, it takes Buck’s breath away.

And then Eddie pulls away, ducking his head and smiling shyly.

“Sorry… I got carried away.” Abashed, he's scratching the back of his head.

Buck knows he’s blushing, his face is so hot, he’s sure he’s red up to his ears. He wants Eddie to keep kissing him, he wants to kiss him back but before he’s able to process this, Eddie asks sheepishly.

“Can I have some popcorn now?”

Buck laughs, his blue eyes shine with fondness because somehow this question makes him want to kiss Eddie even more. But he doesn’t. They share a snack and get back to watching the game. Buck would never admit to it but he kinda starts to like basketball.

Somewhere during the second half, Buck takes Eddie’s hand, and without taking his eyes off the court, without any questioning look, Eddie squeezes Buck’s hand gently, and throughout the rest of the evening, he doesn’t let go. 

[jamesmcalover]

cinematic - pt 2

Fred Hechinger x afab!reader

Warnings: fluff, SO ROMANTIC, hinting at smut (didn't feel like writing actual smut sorry xx)

Summary: reader works at the cinema and a really cute blonde man walks in one day

part 1

2.5k words - not proofread!

I'm so sorry it took me so long to finish this, please forgive me :( I hope you like it!! <3

The train ride home was quiet, but my mind was anything but. I stared out the window, watching the blurred city lights streak past, replaying the events of the night like a movie reel I didn’t want to end.

Fred Hechinger.

His name sounded surreal in my head now, almost like a punchline to a joke I hadn’t been in on. And yet, there he was, smiling at me like I was someone worth noticing. Not just a cinema employee stuck selling popcorn to unfriendly customers.

The crumpled receipt sat in my lap, his number staring back at me in messy scrawl. I’d unfolded it twice already, smoothing out the creases with my thumb as if memorizing it would make it feel more real.

Would he really want to see me again? The thought made my stomach flip. Actors didn’t meet random strangers in bars and ask for second dates. Not in real life.

But then again, Fred didn’t feel like every other actor plastered on movie posters. He was normal. Warm. Real in a way I hadn’t expected.

Still, the doubt crept in. What if this was just some fleeting moment for him? A funny story to tell on some late-night talk show one day? I tried to push the thought away, but it clung stubbornly, casting shadows over my excitement.

The train screeched to a halt, and I snapped out of my thoughts, gathering my bag as I stepped onto the platform. The cool air hit my face, and I took a deep breath, trying to clear my head.

When I finally made it home, I dropped my things on the kitchen counter and stared at my phone. He’d asked me to text him when I got back, but now that the moment was here, my fingers hovered uncertainly over the screen. What if I was overthinking it? What if he was expecting me to?

I grabbed the receipt again, reading the number for what had to be the fifth time. This is ridiculous, I thought, shaking my head at myself. He wanted me to text.

Finally, I typed out a message, simple and casual, though my heart was racing like I was about to step on stage for the first time.

Hey, it’s Y/N. I just got home. Thanks again for tonight. It was fun :)

I hit send before I could second-guess myself.

The reply came faster than I expected.

I’m glad you had fun. I really meant it when I said I want to see you again.

I read the message twice, a smile tugging at my lips despite myself.

A week later, I found myself standing in front of my closet, chewing my bottom lip as I debated the life-altering question of what to wear. This was not supposed to feel so stressful.

Fred had texted me every day since our first meeting. Little conversations that felt easy and effortless, like I’d known him for years instead of days. He was funny, thoughtful, and occasionally self-deprecating in a way that made him even more endearing. But tonight was different.

Tonight wasn’t just texting. Tonight, I’d agreed to meet him again, this time for dinner.

I tugged out a black sweater, then frowned and shoved it back. Too plain. A dress? No, too much. I groaned, flopping onto my bed, surrounded by a graveyard of rejected outfits.

My phone buzzed beside me, and I grabbed it instinctively, already knowing who it would be.

I hope you’re not stressing too much about tonight. Whatever you wear, you’ll look great. I promise.

I blinked at the screen, then let out a laugh. How does he always know?

Are you psychic, or do you just assume I’m a chronic overthinker?

A little bit of both. ;) See you soon.

I rolled my eyes but smiled anyway. Maybe he was right. I could spend hours agonizing over details, or I could just… let it happen.

Thirty minutes later, I was stepping out of my apartment, the cool night air nipping at my skin as I hailed a cab.

When I arrived at the restaurant, Fred was already waiting outside, hands stuffed into his coat pockets. He spotted me instantly, his face lighting up in a way that made my chest tighten.

“Hey,” he greeted, his voice warm and familiar.

“Hi,” I replied, suddenly hyperaware of the way my pulse quickened.

He held the door open for me, and we stepped inside, the buzz of conversation and soft clinking of glasses filling the air.

By the time our drinks arrived, I realized that Fred wasn’t just easy to talk to. He had a way of making me forget everything else. He asked questions about me – genuine ones, not the superficial kind – and listened like he actually cared about the answers. He told stories about awkward auditions and the chaos of filming, peppered with self-aware humor that had me laughing until my sides ached. I found myself laughing more than I had in weeks, my usual self-consciousness melting away under his easy charm.

At one point, Fred tilted his head and studied me, his expression softer than I’d seen before. “You’re different than I expected.”

I blinked, caught off guard. “Different how?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged, smiling faintly. “I guess I thought you’d be a little more guarded. But you’re… real.”

The sincerity in his voice left me momentarily speechless. My chest tightened, and for a fleeting moment, I wondered if I was imagining things.

“Thanks,” I said quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

Fred’s grin returned, and he leaned back in his chair. “Glad to hear it. So… what do you say we keep this going?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Keep it going?”

“I mean, if you’re not sick of me yet…” He hesitated, looking uncharacteristically shy. “I could show you my place. It’s nothing fancy, but I’ve got some decent coffee. Or tea, if that’s your thing.”

It was such a simple offer, but something about the way he said it made my pulse quicken.

“Sure,” I said, surprising even myself. “I’d like that.”

Fred’s apartment was cozy in a way that felt authentic, like him. The small living room was scattered with personal touches; a guitar leaning against the wall, a stack of dog-eared scripts on the coffee table, and a framed photo of him with what looked like an older woman, maybe his mother.

“Sorry for the mess,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck as he led me inside. “I wasn’t exactly expecting company.”

“It’s fine,” I assured him, taking in the space. “It feels lived in. In a good way.”

He smiled, gesturing toward the couch. “Make yourself comfortable. Coffee or tea?”

“Tea, if you’ve got it.”

Fred disappeared into the kitchen, and I sank into the plush cushions, my fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of the throw pillow. There was something disarming about being here, surrounded by the pieces of his life. It felt intimate in a way I hadn’t anticipated.

When he returned, he handed me a steaming mug and sat beside me, close enough that our knees brushed.

“So,” he said, his tone playful, “what’s the verdict? Am I as terrible a host as you imagined?”

I smirked, taking a sip of the tea. “Not terrible. But you could’ve vacuumed or something.”

Fred laughed, shaking his head. “Harsh. Next time, I’ll roll out the red carpet.”

For a moment, the room fell quiet, but it wasn’t awkward. It was the kind of silence that felt full, like words weren’t necessary.

“You know,” he said suddenly, his voice softer, “I don’t usually do this.”

“Do what?”

“Invite people over. At least, not like this.” His eyes met mine, searching. “It’s just… different with you. Like I don’t have to try so hard.”

The vulnerability in his words took me by surprise, and I wasn’t sure how to respond. Instead, I reached out, my fingers brushing his. It was a small gesture, but it seemed to mean everything in that moment.

Fred’s lips curved into a faint smile, and he turned his hand over, his fingers tangling with mine.

“Do you ever think,” he murmured, “that maybe some people just… get each other? Like right away?”

My heart skipped a beat. “Maybe.”

I didn’t know if it was the tea warming me from the inside or the way Fred’s hand felt in mine, steady and grounding. The weight of the moment pressed gently, making the air feel heavier, like it carried more meaning than I was ready to put into words.

“Tell me something,” Fred said, his voice low, like he didn’t want to break whatever spell we were under. “What’s something about you that no one knows?”

I hesitated, looking down at our joined hands. His thumb brushed over my knuckles, an absentminded movement that made my chest feel tight.

“That’s a big question,” I murmured, trying to smile.

“I’ve got time,” he said, leaning back a little, still watching me like he actually cared about the answer.

I thought for a moment, the words catching in my throat before I finally let them out. “Sometimes… I think I’m more afraid of being understood than being misunderstood.”

Fred’s brow furrowed slightly, but he didn’t interrupt. His hand stayed where it was, grounding me in a way that made the confession feel a little less terrifying.

“When people misunderstand you,” I continued, “it’s like a shield. You can hide behind it, tell yourself they just don’t get it. But if someone really sees you – like really sees you – there’s nowhere to hide. That’s what scares me.”

Fred was quiet for a moment, his gaze never leaving mine. When he spoke, his voice was softer than I’d ever heard it. “I’ve never thought about it this way. But I think I get it.”

His words hung between us, and I could tell there was more he wanted to say, but he held back. Instead, he shifted closer, his knee pressing into mine more firmly now.

“You don’t have to be scared with me,” he said finally. “I mean, I don’t know if I’ll ever really get you, but… I want to try. If you let me.”

The honesty in his words made my breath catch. I didn’t know how to respond—at least, not with words. Instead, I leaned forward, closing the small gap between us. His breath hitched as I pressed my forehead against his, the tea mug in my hand forgotten on the coffee table.

“I think you already do,” I whispered.

For a moment, neither of us moved. His fingers tightened around mine just slightly, and I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin. Then, slowly, Fred tilted his head, his lips brushing against mine in the softest, most hesitant kiss.

It wasn’t rushed or hungry. It was tender, careful—like he was giving me the space to pull away if I needed to. But I didn’t.

Instead, I leaned into him, letting the moment wrap around us like a cocoon.

When we finally pulled apart, Fred’s eyes searched mine, his expression open and unguarded.

“Was that okay?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled, my heart fluttering somewhere between nerves and something sweeter. “Yeah,” I whispered. “That was okay.”

His thumb brushed gently over my hand again, slower now, lingering. Neither of us said anything for a moment. The quiet was different this time. Charged, almost heavy with possibility.

Fred leaned back slightly, his gaze flicking to my lips and then back to my eyes. “I was gonna ask if you wanted another cup of tea,” he said, voice low and warm. “But that feels kind of ridiculous now.”

I laughed under my breath, not letting go of his hand. “Depends on what kind of tea.”

“Oh,” he said, pretending to think. “The ‘stay a little longer’ kind, maybe.”

My pulse fluttered again, this time in my throat. I didn’t look away.

“I could be convinced,” I murmured.

Fred’s smile tugged a little wider, less amused now, more certain. His gaze lingered, steady and searching, as if waiting for me to take it back. I didn’t.

He stood, his hand never leaving mine, and I followed his lead, pulse drumming steadily beneath my skin.

The apartment felt smaller as we walked. The hallway dim and quiet, interrupted only by the soft brush of our steps and the weight of everything unspoken between us.

At his bedroom door, he paused, turning to face me again. There was no smirk now, no clever line. Just a glance that asked a question without words.

I answered with a nod, barely more than a breath.

Inside, the room was just like the rest of his place. Lived-in. Comfortable. Real. The sheets on the bed slightly rumpled, a hoodie draped over the back of a chair. I didn’t have time to overthink it, didn’t want to.

Fred let go of my hand just long enough to turn toward me. His other hand found my waist, careful, like he was still giving me space to pull away.

I didn’t.

Instead, I reached up, fingers brushing the edge of his jaw, and leaned in. This time without hesitation. The kiss was deeper now, slower, with a kind of patience that only made the heat coil tighter beneath my skin.

His hands slid up my sides, thumbs grazing over fabric like he was learning it by touch alone. And when we broke apart, just for a moment, his forehead rested against mine, his breath unsteady.

“Still okay?” he asked softly.

I didn’t answer right away, just smiled, letting my hands find the hem of his shirt.

“Still very okay.”

Fred’s breath caught, and I felt it more than I heard it. My fingers, slow and uncertain at first, slipped beneath the hem of his shirt. His skin was warm under my touch, and I let my fingertips graze lightly across his stomach, just enough to make him shiver.

He didn’t move right away. Just stayed there, his forehead resting gently against mine, as if anchoring himself to the moment.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he murmured, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

I laughed, quiet and breathless. “I thought actors were supposed to be dramatic.”

“Only when it counts,” he whispered.

His lips found mine again, deeper this time. Still unhurried, but with something heavier behind it. A quiet hunger, restrained only by mutual reverence. I felt his hand slide along my thigh, slow and careful, as if asking without words.

I answered by tugging gently at his shirt, my eyes meeting his with quiet certainty.

Neither of us said anything. We didn’t need to.

A moment later, Fred shifted, pulling the shirt over his head and letting it fall somewhere beside the bed. I traced the line of his collarbone with the back of my hand, and he leaned into the touch like he’d been waiting for it.

The kiss deepened, breath mingling with breath, until everything else, every doubt, every second-guess, melted into the hush between us. The kind of hush that doesn’t need to be filled.

Only felt.

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Learning How XV

Bob reynolds x trans male reader

Woooo next chapter will be Bob going on a date so if you guys have any kind of idea of a date you would like to take Bob on leave a comment

Warnings: Classic thunderbolts warning, talking about passed issues, Imposter syndrome, BPD, mental health struggles.

Word count: 4.3k

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Bob and Ava are sprawled out on the mattress in front of the massive flat-screen TV, surrounded by snacks, half-eaten lasagne, and empty soda cans. A marathon of House M.D. played on the screen.  

“Okay, seriously, why does Dr. House get away with being such a dick, like I've had some shitty doctors while in the sentry project but like” Bob asked while gesturing to the Tv, glaring at the screen as House delivered yet another scathing comment to his team.  

“Because people love assholes when they’re smart and save lives. It’s like a free pass,” Ava replied, popping a handful of popcorn into her mouth, chewing on it loudly.  

Bob rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, if I acted like that, I’d just get punched or worse. No one’s giving me any free passes for being a book nerd and being able to tell you everything about algebra. Or if i decided to be a smart ass about the Masuda method in older pokemon games”  

Ava snorted, nearly choking on her soda. “ Let’s be real, you’re not mean enough to pull off the House vibe. You’re more like… I don’t know, Chase.”  

Bob froze mid-sip of his soda, narrowing his eyes at her. “Chase? Chase? The guy who’s just there to look pretty and occasionally do something useful?”  

“Exactly,” Ava said with a grin, clearly enjoying herself. It was her way of giving Bob shit because he was one of the most powerful members on their team yet couldn't use his powers unless under extreme stress.  

Bob grabbed a pillow and chucked it at her, but she dodged it effortlessly by phasing, laughing as it bounced harmlessly off the wall and dropping to the floor. “Oh you have to be faster than that” she snipped at him  

“Okay, fine,” Bob said, leaning back against the mattress with an exaggerated sigh. “Who are you, then? Cameron? All soft and idealistic?”  

Ava grinned smugly at him. “ I’m Cuddy, obviously.” 

 

He returns it with a deadpan look. “You’re not nearly smart enough to be Cuddy nor by the book when it comes to malpractice.”  

“Excuse me?” Ava gasped, clutching her chest in mock offense. “I’ll have you know I’m a genius. You’re just too dumb to recognize it.”  

“Sure, sure,” Bob said, smirking. “Keep telling yourself that.”  

“Bet he’d ask to see your ‘special place,’ my sweet meth head.”  

Bob nearly choked on his soda, coughing as he glared at her. “What the hell does that even mean?” he demanded, his face flushing slightly. He never took the meth head jokes to heart; he made enough of them now that he trusted Ava and Yelena with those jokes. Ava was the only one who ever took them.  

Ava grinned, clearly delighted by his reaction. “You know exactly what I mean, you’d totally end up on his radar.’”  

Bob groaned, covering his face with his hands. “says the Woman who lives off Orange slices, How's the Vitamin C overload treating you, at least you don't have to worry about Scurvy.”  

“awww have you had it before sweet prince?” Ava teased back in a sickly sweet voice, nudging him with her elbow. “need Doc House to treat you, maybe you'll finally get a decent therapist from a snarly doc.”  

Bob shook his head, muttering under his breath. “I hate you so much right now.”  Bob was mid-laugh, sprawled out on the mattress with Ava, when Yelena walked into the room. 

She looked like she’d just come back from a jog with John, her hair slightly damp from sweat and her cheeks flushed from the exertion. A water bottle was clutched in one hand, and she had that smug, satisfied look she always wore after a good workout.  

“What are you two doing?” Yelena asked, raising an eyebrow as she surveyed the scene, snacks scattered across the mattress, the remnants of lasagne on a plate nearby.  

Ava grinned and opened her mouth to respond, but Bob beat her to it.  

“Well,” Bob said, sitting up dramatically and giving Yelena a mock-serious look, “we were just solving medical mysteries with our good friend Dr. House, making snarky comments, eating garbage, and generally being far more productive than you.”  

Yelena snorted, crossing her arms over her chest. “You call this productive?” she asked, gesturing at the mess around them.  

Bob leans back on his hands. “Hey, I cleaned the kitchen and did laundry before this. I’m basically a domestic god today.” he says proudly, he had been picking up on Ava’s humour too much as of recently. 

Yelena’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You cleaned the kitchen?”  

“Yep,” Bob said, popping the “p” with a grin. “Scrubbed the counters, did the dishes, even wiped down the stove. It’s so clean, you could eat off it. Not that you’d want to.”  

Ava snickered. “Don’t let it go to your head. Next thing you know, he’ll be calling himself a ‘cleaning king.’”  

Bob gasped, clutching his chest like she’d mortally wounded him. “Excuse me, but I am a cleaning king. I even vacuumed the living room. And let me tell you, vacuuming is a sport.”  

Yelena blinked, looking genuinely impressed. “You vacuumed, too?”  

Bob shrugged nonchalantly. “What can I say? I’m on a roll today. Next up: world domination.” while giving a side eye to Yelena. It earns a loud laugh from Ava.

Yelena chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re feeling good today, huh?”  

He tilted his head, considering her words. “Yeah,” he said after a moment, his tone softer but still light. “I guess I am.”  

Yelena stood there, watching him. She didn’t say it out loud, but she was glad, really glad to see Bob having a good day. He looked relaxed, happy even, and that wasn’t something she got to see often. The fact that he’d not only tackled a list of chores but also seemed to be genuinely enjoying himself was a bonus.  

“You know,” Yelena said, her tone teasing now, “if you keep this up, we might have to make you the official team housekeeper.”  

Bob rolled his eyes, his smirk returning. “Oh, please. Like I’d work for free. You want me to clean? Line of Coke and three red bulls and i'll be unstoppable.”  

“No Bobby you're not having Coke but if you're lucky you can have some Sherbet if you really want powders,” Ava quipped, shaking a wizz fizz packet at him.  

“Shh,” Bob said, holding up a finger. 

Yelena laughed, shaking her head as she unscrewed the cap of her water bottle and took a sip. “Well, whatever you’re doing, keep it up. It’s good to see you like this.” before turning to head toward the kitchen. “I’m grabbing a snack. Try not to destroy the place while I’m gone.”  

“No promises!” Bob called after her. 

Ava turned to Bob, a sly grin on her face. “Aw, she’s proud of you,” she teased. “Little Bob the builder all grown up.”  

“Don’t make it weird,” Bob muttered, though there was no real bite in his tone. As Yelena disappeared into the kitchen behind the book cases they had set up, Bob cupped his hands around his mouth and called out after her in the most annoying, sibling-like tone he could muster.  

“Yelenaaaaaa!” he drawled, dragging her name out like a whiny little brother.  

“What?” came her sharp reply, her voice echoing from the kitchen. He could practically hear the eye-roll in her tone.  

Bob grinned, exchanging a smirk with Ava before calling back, as if to say ‘watch this’ “Can you get me a vanilla malt milk on the way back? Pleeeease?”  

There was a pause, followed by the unmistakable sound of a cabinet slamming shut. Yelena walked back into the living room, arms crossed over her chest, her expression unimpressed. “Do I look like your personal delivery service?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.  

Bob tilted his head, giving her his best wide-eyed, innocent look. “No, but you aremy favorite person who likes to jog around the city, and you’re already going out anyway…”  

Ava snorted, barely holding back her laughter as Yelena continued to glare at Bob. “You’re lucky I don’t throw this water bottle at your face,” Yelena huffs with a fake eyeroll.

“So… is that a yes?” Bob asked, grinning shamelessly.  

Yelena let out an exaggerated groan. “Fine. But only because you cleaned the kitchen. Do not expect this to become a habit.”  

“I won't!,” Bob said, beaming as Ava laughed beside him. Yelena shook her head, muttering something in Russian under her breath as she grabbed her water bottle, snacks and headed for the door.  

As soon as she was gone, Ava turned to Bob, her grin wicked. “You’re gonna milk this good mood for all it’s worth, huh?”  

“oh, Absolutely,” Bob said, popping another gummy bear into his mouth. “Gotta take advantage while I can, for all I know I'm going to have an existential crisis in the very near future.”  

The TV hummed softly in the background, the familiar voice of Dr. House delivering one of his signature biting remarks, but most of it was drowned out by the sound of Bob and Ava bickering again.  

“Well, obviously Chase is the most useless character,” Bob said, carefully folding a t-shirt and setting it in the growing pile of laundry on the coffee table.  

“You’re so wrong it actually hurts,” Ava shot back, her tone dripping with mock disbelief. She held up a pair of socks, shaking them at him like they were a weapon. “Cameron is hands-down the most useless. All she does is pine after House and occasionally say something vaguely ethical. At least Chase is hot.”  

Bob snorted, shaking his head as he grabbed another shirt from the pile. “Oh, sure. Let’s forgive Chase’s complete lack of a backbone because he’s good-looking. That’s some A-plus critical thinking there, Ava.”  

“You’re just mad because you’re a Chase,” Ava said with a smirk, tossing the socks into the folded pile with an unnecessary amount of flair.  

Bob paused mid-fold, narrowing his eyes at her. “I am not a Chase!”  

“Oh, you so are,” Ava said, clearly enjoying herself. “Quiet, weirdly good at your job, but no one takes you seriously because you look like you’d rather be anywhere else. Total Chase energy.”  

Bob opened his mouth to argue, but before he could get a word out, a pair of boxer briefs came flying across the room, smacking him square in the face. “Really?” Bob said, pulling the fabric off his head and glaring at Ava, who was now cackling like she’d just pulled off the greatest prank in the world.  

Bob rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. The two of them continued folding in companionable silence for a while, the occasional sarcastic remark or mock insult breaking the quiet as they worked their way through the pile of laundry.  

But then Bob’s hands froze, his fingers brushing against a familiar piece of fabric.  

It was a shirt, soft and worn, the kind of shirt that had been through countless washes and still managed to feel like a second skin. He held it up, his brow furrowing as he took in the ‘In my defence i was left unsupervised’ on the chest, the frayed stitching around the collar.  

He knew this shirt. It wasn’t his. But it was the one he had threatened to keep after his night at Y/n but he hadn't meant it. 

“What’s that?” Ava asked, glancing over at him as she folded a hoodie.  

Bob didn’t answer right away, his mind racing as he stared at the shirt. It wasn’t just the shirt, either. There was a pair of sweatpants just as out of place in his laundry pile.  

Bob’s chest tightened as the memories came rushing back. The night Void had lost control. The fear in Y/n’s eyes, the way Void had thrown him like he was nothing.  

And after all of that, after everything Bob had put him through, Y/n had taken him in. Given him clothes to wear, made him feel safe when he didn’t deserve it.  

“I… I need to return these,” Bob said softly, more to himself than to Ava.  

“What?” Ava asked, leaning closer to get a better look at the clothes.  

“These are Y/n’s,” Bob explained, his voice distant. “From that night…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “I borrowed them when I stayed at his place.”  

Bob ran his fingers over the fabric, his jaw tightening as a wave of emotions crashed over him. Guilt. Grief. Gratitude. He hadn’t thought about that night in a little while, he’d forced himself not to. But now, holding these clothes in his hands, it was like everything he’d been trying to bury was bubbling back to the surface.  

“Hey,” Ava said, her tone lighter now, trying to break the tension. Ava reached over and plucked the sweatpants from the pile, holding them up like she was inspecting them. “You know, these are actually pretty nice,” she said, trying to lighten the mood. “You sure you want to give them back? They look way more comfortable than anything you own.”  

Bob managed a small smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yeah, they’re nice. But they’re not mine.”  

Ava gave him a look, her expression soft but knowing. “You should talk to him,” she said after a moment. “He's been giving you space because he doesn't want to overwhelm you”

Bob glanced up at her, his brow furrowing. He felt like a fish out of water hearing that, he knew Y/n hadn't been as active around the tower but he hadn't expected that “What?”  

“Y/n,” Ava said, gesturing to the clothes. “You should talk to him. About… everything. I mean, you clearly still feel bad about that night” 

Bob opened his mouth to argue but then closed it again, his shoulders slumping slightly. “I...” Bob started, his voice quiet, like he wasn’t even sure he wanted to say the words out loud. “I just hate that every time I look at him, all I remember is that night.”  

Ava’s teasing demeanor melted away, replaced by something gentler, softer. She didn’t interrupt, just let him speak, knowing he needed to get it out so he didn't bottle it up.  

“It feels like he’s tormenting me,” Bob continued, his voice cracking slightly. “Not on purpose. He’s not doing anything wrong, but it’s like… I can’t see past it. It’s not us sitting there eating pizza, acting like normal people. It’s not him doing my hair while I’m sitting there in a fluffy robe, laughing, teasing me about books I like. It’s that.”  

He sighed heavily as he stared down at the shirt in his hands. “It’s throwing him across the room. It’s the look on his face when he hit the wall. It’s the bruises, the way he still managed to smile at me afterward, like it didn’t even matter.”  

Ava leaned back slightly, her arms resting on her knees as she watched him. “But it does matter to you,” she said softly.  

Bob nodded, his grip on the shirt tightening. “It does. I know he’s forgiven me, he’s told me as much. And I believe him. But I can’t forgive myself.”  

Ava tilted her head slightly, her expression thoughtful. “Why not?”  

Bob let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Because I don’t deserve it. I let Void out. I let my emotions get the better of me, I felt so safe that for some reason it made my body and mind think I was in danger. And Y/n…” He trailed off, his voice thick with emotion. “Y/n got hurt because of me. And every time I see him, I can’t stop seeing that. No matter how hard I try.”  

“You’re stuck on the worst parts, the fear, the pain, the guilt. But I bet when Y/n looks at you, he doesn’t think about that. He probably remembers the way you came back to yourself. The way you were terrified for him, how you stayed up all night checking on him, apologizing over and over.”  

Bob’s jaw tightened, his gaze dropping back to the shirt.  

“Look,” Ava continued, her voice softening even more. “I get it. Void is a part of you. A part you don’t like, a part you’re scared of. But you can’t let that one part of you define everything.”  

Bob swallowed hard, the lump in his throat making it difficult to speak. “It’s not that easy, Ava,” he said quietly.  

“I know,” 

Bob let out a shaky breath, his fingers relaxing slightly as he set the shirt down on the folded pile. “I don’t even know where to start,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.  

Ava smiled faintly, reaching over to nudge him lightly on the shoulder. “Start by giving him his clothes back. It’s a good excuse to talk to him, at least.”  

Bob chuckled softly, though the sound was still tinged with sadness. “Yeah,” he said, nodding slowly. “Maybe.”  

“You’re not very subtle about your feelings. Just talk to him.” she hums while taking a mouthful of her tonic water.   

Bob blinked, his brain short-circuiting for a moment before he scoffed, shaking his head. “What the hell are you talking about?”  

“Oh, come on,” Ava said, sitting up and tossing another pair of socks into the folded pile. “You think I haven’t noticed the way you look at Y/n? You’re about as subtle as a brick to the face.”  

Bob’s face immediately flushed, a deep red coloring his cheeks all the way to the tips of his ears. “I don’t… I don’t look at him like anything,” he stammered.  

Ava raised an eyebrow. “Really? So you’re telling me you don’t turn into a lovesick puppy every time he walks into the room? Or that you don’t get all quiet and weird whenever he talks to you?”  

“I do *not* get quiet and weird,” Bob muttered, though his voice lacked conviction. He hated the fact he was being called out for it by someone that wasn't part of his own subconscious.

Ava snorted. “You totally do. And don’t get me started on the whole ‘avoiding eye contact because you’re afraid he might actually look back at you’ thing. It’s adorable, honestly. Pathetic, but adorable.”  

Bob groaned, burying his face in the hoodie. “Why are you like this?”  

“Because someone has to call you out on your bullshit,” Ava states. “And let’s be real, you’re not exactly fooling anyone. Even Yelena’s noticed, and she’s not exactly the queen of emotional intelligence. But unless someone bluntly tells you i doubt your going to do anything about it”  

Bob's eyes go wide with panic. “Yelena knows?”  

Ava rolled her eyes. “Relax, she doesn’t know know. But she’s definitely suspicious. You’re lucky she hasn’t cornered you yet.”  

Bob let out a long, frustrated sigh, dropping the hoodie onto the pile.. “I can’t just… talk to him. What if I screw it up? What if he doesn’t feel the same way? Or worse, what if I make things weird between us?”  

“Bob,” she said, her voice gentle but firm, “you’re overthinking this. Y/n already likes you. Everyone can see it. He’s not going to freak out or stop talking to you just because you tell him how you feel.”  

Bob shook his head, his jaw tightening. “You don’t know that.”  

Ava rolled her eyes, reaching over to flick him lightly on the forehead. “ stop being such a coward and just talk to him.”  

Ava’s words hung over him like a cloud, swirling in his mind. She was right, he wasn’t subtle about his feelings for Y/n. He knew that. He’d known that for a while. But knowing didn’t make it any easier.  

Because liking Y/n wasn’t the problem.  

The problem was himself  

He didn’t just have feelings for Y/n, he wanted to be close to him, wanted to share those quiet moments again, sitting on a couch eating pizza, laughing over some stupid book or movie. He wanted the softness of those nights, the warmth of Y/n’s presence. But every time he thought about it, every time he thought about letting himself hope, there was a voice in the back of his head that whispered, 

You’re not good enough.  

Bob let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head as he folded the last shirt and set it neatly on the pile. “You don’t get it, Ava,” he said, breaking the silence. His voice was low, almost a mutter, but Ava heard it.  

She tilted her head, watching him carefully. “Get what?”  

“I’m a recovering drug addict. I spent years destroying myself, Ava. Meth, heroin, whatever I could get my hands on. I didn’t care what it did to me. Hell, I didn’t care if it killed me.”  

Ava stayed silent, her expression softening as she let him speak.  

“And even now, after everything, I still struggle,” Bob continued, his voice trembling slightly. “Every day, it’s there. That itch, that pull. Some days it’s quiet, but other days... other days it feels like it’s clawing at me from the inside. And then there’s Void.”  

He paused, his hands curling into fists in his lap. “I wouldn’t wish Void on anyone,” he said, his voice tight. “Not on my worst enemy, and definitely not on Y/n. He already got hurt because of me once. I can’t risk that happening again. I can’t risk him seeing that side of me, that... darkness.”  

Ava sighed, leaning back against the couch. “Bob, no one’s saying you’re perfect. Hell, none of us are perfect. You think I don’t have my own issues? You think Yelena doesn’t? Or Y/n?”  

Bob shook his head. “It’s not the same, Ava. What I have—it’s different. It’s ugly. It’s dangerous. And Y/n... he deserves better than that. Better than me.”  

Ava stared at him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, and fixed him with a steady gaze.  

“Bob,” she said quietly, “you’re not giving Y/n enough credit. He’s not some fragile little bird who’s going to break just because you’ve got some baggage. He’s been through his own shit. He gets it.”  

Bob avoided her gaze, his jaw tightening.  

“And yeah,” Ava continued, “you’ve got your struggles. You’ve got Void. That doesn’t make you a bad person. That doesn’t make you unworthy of relationships.”  

Bob’s hands clenched tighter, his knuckles turning white.  

“You’re not perfect,” Ava said, her voice softening. “But no one is. And you don’t have to be perfect to be loved. You just have to let people in. And trust me, Y/n wants to be let in. You just need to let yourself believe that instead of making this narative up in your head that you're not allowed nice things, to be loved or friends with people. Hell you don't even have to confess your undying love to him. Just tell him you want to spend time with him”  

Bob closed his eyes, his chest tightening as her words sank in.  

“I’m just... scared, what… what if i've made him into this idol in my head and the moment i get to close I'm disappointed, or worse what if I'm just making myself likeable and then he sees me and is disappointed ” he admitted after a moment, his voice barely above a whisper.  

“I know,” Ava said, leaning back with a small smile. “I know it's hard, I know you're struggling. Robert, you aren't an imposter, say it with me ”  

Bob nodded slowly, the weight in his chest easing just a little. “I'm not an Imposter, I'm Me” he said quietly. sitting back on the couch, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his jumper. His knee bounced nervously as his thoughts spiraled, clouding his mind with doubts he couldn’t shake. 

Ava’s expression softened, and she reached out to place a hand on his shoulder. “Bob, listen to me. Y/n’s already seen the worst of you, hasn’t he? He was there that night. He saw Void, he saw what happened, and he still forgave you. He still cares about you. If he was going to leave, he would’ve done it by now.”  

Bob’s throat tightened, and he looked down at his hands, his fingers twisting the fabric. “yea,” he muttered.  

Ava sighed again, leaning back against the couch. “You know, you could always just ask him out on a date,” she said casually, like it was the easiest thing in the world.  

Bob snorted, a bitter laugh escaping him. “Yeah, sure. ‘Hey, Y/n, want to go out sometime? That’ll go over great.”  

 “First of all, you don’t have to say it like that. Second, what’s the worst that can happen? He says no. And guess what? You’ll survive. You’ve been through worse, Bob. A little rejection isn’t going to kill you. Just… ask him if he wants to grab a coffee or go for a walk or something. Make it casual. See where it goes.”  

Bob was quiet for a long moment, staring down at the hoodie in his lap. He wanted to believe her. He really did. But the fear was still there, gnawing at the edges of his mind.  

“I’ll think about it,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.  

Ava smiled, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Good. That’s all I’m asking. Just… don’t write yourself off, Bob. You’re worth more than you think.”  She pulls him in for a hug. “ We need to try and get you a better Psych.” She hums which makes him snort. 

“Fucking tell me about” he grumbles back  

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Couch-Locked | Stoner!Choso x Reader |呪術廻戦

plot: You and Choso have a movie, but Choso had an idea how to make this movie night a hit.

contains: weed, symptoms of being high, kissing, missionary, prone bone, full-nelson, you're both high as shit.

wc: 1.6k

"So you mean to tell me, you've never had a hit before?"

You snorted at the question, what a question to ask. But you shook your head at the question, where Choso had a small smirk in his face. He then leaned back on the couch to continue watching the movie.

You wake up, and look around the room, nothing but a white room. You were naked, completely butt ass naked, and legs were spread and propped up, like as if theu were resting onto something. Like a pair of shoulders. Your eyes were dilated, and something about you, felt different, like you felt so good all of a sudden. You felt so good, you made yourself moan a tad bit.

That response made the sensation go even faster and harder. Your mouth was tapping open, trying to mutter out words, but all you had were moans to dish out.

"So you mean to tell me, you've never had a hit before?"

You snorted at the question, what a question to ask. But you shook your head at the question, where Choso had a small smirk in his face. He then leaned back on the couch to continue watching the movie.

Watching movies with your best freind, Choso at your place every weekend had become something almost of a religious practice you two had going on. Your movie nights were a tradition, a routine you both always forward to week after week, especially after getting off a long shifts from both jobs.

With his legs stretched out on the coffee table, wrapped snugly under a blanket with you beside him, and a rolled up joint in his mouth, Choso felt at peace. His attention was fixed on the screen, fixated in the hot making out scene  which eventually led up to a spicy moment between characters in the movie unfolding before him.

"What if we tried that?" His voice broke the silence, accompanied by the sound of him grabbing a handful of popcorn. He turned to you, chewing slowly. He was obviously high to start asking questions like that. 

"Have you ever thought about it? You and me?"

Choso's gaze returned to the TV, readjusting his position on the couch.

"Just for fun," he added casually, as if testing the waters.

You really did enjoy the movie nights with him. Your eyes widened at the suggestion, you then looked at him.

"What?" You look over at him with a small laugh.

"We kiss? Or you and me in a relationship?"

Choso chuckled lightly at your reaction, looking more amused by the second. He set down the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, turning to face you more directly.

"No, not a relationship," he clarified, resting an arm along the back of the couch. "Just the kissing part."

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he waited for your response, his intense gaze fixated on you.

"Man, you must be high." You laughed still the crazy, yet tempting request.

You were the only one laughing about this, as your laughter died down a little, you soon look at him in the eyes. Choso jist continued to look you in the eyes as he still had his joint in his mouth. You sat up straight, and cleared your throat.

"What made you think that?" You smiled nervously.

The thought of a kiss from your closest friend did sound exciting. And he was pretty cute, and you looked back at him with soft eyes.

Choso ran a hand through his black hair, letting out a soft sigh. He leaned forward a few inches, his smirk still in place.

"I don't know. But it's just a kiss, just for fun. No strings attached."

As if to emphasize his point, he raised a hand to lightly caress your chin. He tilted your face up, meeting your gaze with an almost suggestive look.

"You're definitely high right now."

You snorted and took the joint he was smoking right out of his mouth and soon took a hit yourself.

Choso couldn't help but laugh at your accusation, a wide grin spreading across his face. Watching you take the joint from him and take a hit yourself, he chuckled again.

"Don't blame it on the weed" he began, his voice low and smooth. He closed the distance between the two of you, his thigh now pressed against yours.

"I'm totally sober and it's a good idea."

"Really now? A good idea?" You asked him, blowing away the smoke.

Choso nodded slowly, his eyes still fixed on your face as he leaned even closer. He could practically feel the heat radiating from you and it sent tingles down his spine.

"Yeah, a good idea," he repeated, his voice dropping even lower. "Just a little harmless fun."

His gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips for a moment, his mind already contemplating how they would feel against his.

"Well, I guess, I wouldn't wanna disappoint."

You lean in closer to him. Your eyes were focused on his lips.

Choso chuckled lowly, his hand now moving to rest on your bare thigh, just above your knee. He gave it a light squeeze, his fingers tracing small circles on your skin.

"You wouldn't be."

His voice was almost a growl as he closed the gap between you, his gaze fixated on your lips as well. Every fiber of his being wanted nothing more than to pull you onto his lap and taste your mouth.

You placed the joint down on the ashtray. Then, you looked at Choso once more, and your tint of red eyes were looking at Choso in a different way, you thought wasn't possible.

As your lips touched his lips, you slowly let the magic happen between you two.

Choso’s heart skipped a beat as your lips finally met his, sending a rush of heat through his entire body. He moved even closer, wrapping his free arm around your waist and pulling you onto his lap.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue grazing your bottom lip, seeking entry into your mouth. He let out a soft hum, his hand on your thigh moving up to grip your hip, his fingers digging into your skin.

Your eyes slowly started to close as you just wanted a vivid image of this moment.

Choso let out a low moan as your eyes fluttered shut, his hands beginning to explore your body. His fingers roamed up and down your sides, feeling the softness of your skin beneath his touch.

He pulled you even closer, his tongue now exploring your mouth, tasting you as he had wanted for so long. His free hand traveled under your shirt, moving up your back, drawing you impossibly close against him.

As your eyes were shut, you felt lighter all of a sudden, that's when you were seeing things you normally wouldn't see. You were sitting just sitting there. Your body was on autopilot, you see a swarm of flowers coming around your body, they looked beautiful.

You were sitting up at first, you started to even giggle a bit. You looked down at the flowers near your nether regions. You felt something warm crawling and gently thrusting into your entrance. You couldnt help but softly moan at the reaction from it. The fingers were digging into you, you were on Choso's lap as he fingered you with two fingers.

You could feel yourself throb from pleasure as you felt a bit of leakage come out of you. You then feel your body tugging, like someone was grabbing you. You were nodding your head in agreement, as you felt a dull pain enter inside of you.

"A-AH—" You moaned out.

You were on you back as your vision was getting a little more clearer. Choso had you on your back, and your legs were resting on his shoulders.

"Ive always wanted to get a little more of a taste for you." He spoke to you softly.

Choso bucked his hips into you deeper, hearing you break apart was something he'd never thought he'd get to hear.  The way his balls were slapping on your clit and making you feel alive on the inside.  The sensation stopped momentarily as he was turning you around every which way.

You were somehow on your stomach, still a bit fuzzy and light headed from the weed. You then felt that same sensation go inside you again making you moan even louder. He had a firm grab on your hips and folding, drilling into you as he let out some low groans and moans. You felt so good, the sound of skin slapping on skin was driving him crazy. You were in tears, and falling apart as he was physically holding you and had you in the most impossible position. You couldn't move an inch, and his low laugh could be heard.

"What's wrong? Can't move?" He teased you. "That's kind of the point."

You both didn't want the ride to end, but one thing was for certain you weren't ready for kids yet. His thrusts were becoming sloppy and he too was falling apart as he hurriedly pull out of you and gently stroked his cock.

You were panting as you felt yourself throbbing, as you slowly turn to face him, you felt something warm and sticky hit your face. You wiped a bit of it off, then felt both hands in your shoulders as you felt a pair of lips crash into your again. Leaving once again, back to your own thoughts.

Choso noticed your reaction, the way your body trembled and the soft moans that escaped your lips. It fuelled him even more, making him even more desperate to have you completely.

He flipped you under him, pinning you against the couch as his lips sought out yours once again. His hands roamed your body, exploring every inch, making his own desire evident as he pressed against you.

You slowly pull back, leaving you both speechless about this sudden request.

Choso looked at you, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to gather his thoughts. His hands still held your wrists pinned against the couch, his body still firmly pressed against yours.

"See?" he began, his voice low and hoarse. "Told you it was a good idea."

TAGLIST: @ryomens-vixen @littlemochabunni @blkkizzat @buttercupblu @lowkeyremi @yung-notorious @arlerts-angel @honeeslust @nkogneatho

[bloodndirt]

TLC-

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley Short

Pairing Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader

MDNI! I prefer to keep my page 18+

Warnings: crappy jobs/manager, stressful days and an overwhelmed reader. Read at your own discretion.

Your day had proved to be nothing short of awful.

Starting from slipping and almost falling when you got out of the shower, to burning your toast-and finishing all that off with breaking the only hair tie you had brought with you.

The day somehow went from bad to worse by the time you arrived to work.

Being treated with nothing but disrespect from the public and your manger chewing you out over what you had done wrong closing up shop the night before.

As your lunch hour came by, your frustration only increased, spilling sauce on your uniform, leaving a dark pigment on the front of your shirt.

The day had been exhausting, mentally and physically.

The only form of comfort you had was not here with you, Simon.

About that time your phone rang, his usual lunch call.

Just to see how you were doing he insisted, yet his only true purpose was to hear your voice.

“hey, Si.”

Your usual chipper tone long gone.

“How’s my Lovie?”

He asked you with a hint of suspicion,he wondered why you sounded so down.

“I’m doing okay…”

You’d typically rattle on about various things in the work place, different tasks you had been assigned, what you had for lunch, and just how much you had missed him that day.

But today he couldn’t get anything out of you. Not even your usual giggle from his hilariously bad jokes.

When he finally continued pestering you to find out what had happened, the flood gates opened.

You had told him just how bad your day had been, from everything that happened since you woke up. Even confessing how the beginning of your day left you feeling down as he had went into work early. Only leaving you with a note saying he loved you and couldn’t bear to wake your sleeping figure.

None of this was his fault of course, but you needed to vent, and without fail, your Simon was always there.

Simons heart ached to hear you continue on about the incidents that seemed to follow you throughout the hours.

Wishing he was there to scoop you up and make everything better.

You had both ended the phone call with “I love you’s”, Simon even apologizing many times for how the day had turned out for you, and telling you how much he’ll make it up to you-even with you insisting he didn’t need to fix anything.

Your lunch break was soon over and you had told yourself to chalk it up as one of those “today was not my day” moments and move on.

You tried to zone out for the rest of your shift, doing everything that was asked of you, passing and re-passing with your co-workers. throwing yourself into any work as much as you could. Somehow the day seemed to tick by faster than you'd thought it would.

Meanwhile, as Simon had gotten off work earlier than you, he had made it his mission to give you the happiest night he could muster up.

He began by going into the shops and buying your favorite items-some popcorn for the movie night he was about to prepare, your facial moisturizer that he noticed was getting low and even finishing off his list with a box of your favorite brownies to bake.

After he took all the necessary items home, he began with his work.

He checked his watch and seen that you’d be home in about an hour, so that would be enough time for him to get everything set up for you both.

Simon put all the ingredients to your favorite meal on the stove and let them simmer while he worked on the sweet treats.

He set the table, even placing a small candle in between both of you. He put your favorite drink in the freezer to be chilled while he cooked and set up the couch with the best fuzzy blankets he could find.

He mixed together the brownie batter and preheated the oven, hoping when you walked through the door you’d be met with the blissful aroma of your favorite things being made fresh just for you.

Simon was no chef, but he learned early on how to make your favorite meal as a way to show his love for you.

He scrolled through the various streaming services and found the movie you had been dying to watch-but had never had enough time after you got home from work, always too exhausted to stay awake to watch anything.

Simon glanced at his watch again, this time finding you would be home in less the 15 minutes- he quickly turned off the fluorescent kitchen light, knowing how much the brightness bothered you. Moving to turn on an amber hue lamp in the corner and lighting the candle on the kitchen table. He plated the food and seen the brownies only had a few minutes left to bake- perfect timing for you to walk through the door.

You and Simon had been going strong for a while now, yet he still felt himself being nervous when you came home. Hoping that everything he done was to your liking, foolish of him really. You truthfully loved everything Simon had ever done for you- even if that meant stopping by your work and bringing you some lunch because you had forgotten yours- or planning an extravagant date night for you both. No matter what he done, it always warmed your heart.

Everything was set, and Simon was eagerly standing by the kitchen table for you to come in and see what he planned for you, Simon felt as if he would combust.

He heard your keys jingle to unlock the door, he listened to you set your bag down- and kick off your shoes to walk down the hallway.

Your expression was absolutely priceless, face frozen and stunned in complete heartwarming shock as to what Simon had done for you, yet from his perspective-he couldn't quite tell if you were surprised, happy or neither.

Simon rocked back and forth on his feet nervously as he closely watched your expression, your eyes flicking between the beautifully set table- your favorite meal already plated up and the best double chocolate brownies you'd ever seen- still steaming from having just been taken out of the oven.

You were overwhelmed with love, feeling so appreciated and comforted tears brimmed at your lash line.

Simons face quickly turned from happiness, fear, shock and lastly landing on worry. He was honestly confused on your reaction-even becoming more fearful as tears began to trickle down your cheeks. Had he done something wrong? Made your night worse? Had you wanted to come home unbothered and rest by yourself?

Simons doubts were fast replaced with relief as soon as you walked over to him and began to thank him in between sobs, his t-shirt turning a dark shade of grey as you cried while hugging him.

Simon finally understood in that very moment that you were significantly overworked, overwhelmed and exhausted- knowing that Simon got to be with you in your vulnerable moment, meant the world to him.

After Simon consoled you-you quickly padded upstairs and changed into your favorite comfy pjs he laid out. You began the night with Simon by eating up all your favorite food and treats he had prepared, swearing you might actually be in a food coma for good.

He then told you about the movie he rented for you both to watch, you were ecstatic.

You both padded over to the couch, snuggling up with those fuzzy blankets you love, Simon loved them too- Simon grabbed the remote and played the flick you wanted.

You eventually drifted off to sleep on Simon’s shoulder, it didn’t matter to him, you two would finish the movie tomorrow.

Simon was happy to know that your night had become a good memory for the both of you.

The stressful day you had was soon forgotten, now feeling at peace, safe and loved above all else.

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AHHWWWWW SIMONNN💕✨

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I do not approve of my work being stolen, replicated or used in anything to do with AI.

[lyragrayson4ever]

ok i've got an idea for a lyrason fic: it starts out as your basic jealousy fic BUT Lyra basically tells the guy off and is the middle of absolutely chewing him out when Grayson finally gets out of a. conversation with the intention to "save her" but the guys already crying in a puddle on the floor bc that's just who lyra is. Eh?

Try me (Lyra x Grayson)

Lyra could feel it before the guy even opened his mouth—the kind of entitled arrogance that clung to men who thought "no" was a flirty challenge.

She was halfway through her sparkling water and very much not in the mood.

“I’m just saying,” he drawled, smirking like he thought it was charming, “you don’t look like you belong at a tech gala. You’re way too gorgeous to be talking about market disruption.”

Lyra blinked once. Slowly.

“No thanks,” she said. Polite. Dismissive. Clear.

But this one? Persistent. Like a rash that thought it was irresistible.

“Come on, just one drink,” he pushed. “What, you got some boyfriend hiding in a corner pretending not to be jealous?”

She looked over his shoulder briefly, scanning the room. Where the hell was Grayson?

The guy kept going. She’d tried polite. She’d tried cool indifference. He still wasn’t getting the hint.

So Lyra decided to stop giving hints.

“No,” she said sharply. “Let me make this crystal clear, since you seem to be struggling.”

His grin faltered.

“You are not interesting. You are not clever. You are the kind of man who hears 'I'm not interested' and thinks it means 'try harder.' Newsflash: it doesn’t.”

He opened his mouth.

She kept going.

“You’ve been rejected repeatedly and you’re still hovering like a fly around a dinner plate. Take the damn hint, and stop looking at my chest like it’s going to give you a different answer.”

His jaw dropped. She could practically see the ego leaking out of his ears.

“Because if you try one more time,” she finished, voice low and lethal, “I will break your nose in front of this entire room. And I’m wearing heels, so I will step over your body without hesitation.”

The man blinked, frozen like someone just punched his soul.

Then he turned and practically fled, muttering something about being “misunderstood” as he tripped over the edge of a rug.

Lyra took a slow sip of her drink.

“Nicely done,” came a smooth voice behind her.

She turned to find Grayson, hands in his pockets, watching her with a mix of admiration and barely-suppressed laughter.

“You saw that?” she asked casually.

“I was halfway over here to rescue you.”

She arched a brow. “From him?”

Grayson glanced toward where the man had fled. “He looked like he aged five years in thirty seconds.”

Lyra smirked. “I was being generous.”

Grayson stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Should I be concerned you didn’t let me do the saving?”

She leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “I’m not the damsel, Hawthorne.”

“I know,” he said, eyes warm and proud. “But I was looking forward to throwing him through a window.”

She laughed softly. “Next time, get there faster.”

“Next time,” Grayson murmured, curling an arm around her waist, “I’ll bring popcorn.”

Lyra tilted her head, teasing. “Jealous?”

He leaned in closer, voice dark and smug. “Possessive.”

She grinned. “Good.”

Because who she belonged to was never in question.

But if anyone forgot, she didn’t mind reminding them—

Loudly. Publicly. Permanently.

[heresthestorymorningglory]

The World Goes On Without Us

Summary: Dark theatres are almost as good as dark roads. Almost.

A/N: You guys know the drill; NSFW 18+ because here, we like it spicy ;)

I was bored and wrote another movie theatre date, it won't be the last.

As always, my darling soul sister, @ken-dom, thank you for the beta read and endless support and reassurance! Although…I still think you’re biased. 🩷 Title credit also goes to her beautiful face. Comes from 'I Belong In Your Arms' by Chairlift

Enjoy my loves!

You climbed the steps, empty handed because he insisted; to the very back row, tucked in the corner.

He followed behind, admiring the way his scorpion jacket looked on you, you looked better in it than he did, even if it was a little big.

You sat with a thump as the seat folded down into place, taking the bag of popcorn from him as he put the drink in the holder before taking the seat next to you.

You chewed on your popcorn thoughtfully as you watched the theatre fill up before you turned to notice him studying your profile.

Scrunching your nose you popped more popcorn into your mouth. “Creeper” you smiled before holding a kernel up to his lips.

He opened his mouth letting you feed it to him; a gloved hand curling around your wrist, kissing your salt coated fingertips.

The theatre darkened slowly, falling quiet as the coming attractions rolled.

You leaned on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around you as he kissed the top of your head.

You watched the screen, his fingers dancing lazily on your thigh after a minute or two, he reached a hand to unfasten the button on the front of your jeans. You instinctively grabbed his hand, turning to look at him.

“No” you whispered harshly, the theatre was almost full. By some miracle the seat directly next to him was one of the very few that were empty.

He didn't speak, his free hand simply moving yours out of the way. He shifted slightly, his mouth kissing along your jaw, his breath hot against your ear.

“Shhhh”

Your eyes fluttered closed as he bit gently on your earlobe, making you gasp. One hand pushing deeper into your jeans, the other disappearing under your hair, pulling you closer.

You rolled your hips shamelessly into his hand. A moan slipping from your lips, muffled against his as he kissed you deeper.

You gripped the popcorn bag hard in your hands, before blindly moving it to the floor at your feet. He lifted his hand from the back of your neck, his fingers curling around your wrist, as he pulled back from your kiss, and his eyes met yours, pulling your hand between his own legs, your palm resting on his very prominent bulge. Your eyes flickered to his briefly as something particularly funny happened on the screen. Neither of you paid it any mind.

The conditioned leather was soft against your folds as he stroked his fingers back and forth. Your own hand mirroring his motions having pulled his cock free from inside his jeans, your thumb teasing the glistening head, making him lean back in his seat, biting his lip to keep from drawing attention. Seeing this only made you stroke him a little faster.

You shifted as he pushed a finger inside you, his mouth reclaiming yours with a hungry kiss, teeth biting your bottom lip before his tongue tangled with yours.

His finger fucking you slow and as deep as he could manage with your current restrictions.

You tried hard to sit still in your seat as you rocked against his closed fist; his hard cock twitching in your hand as you brought him closer. He was breathing heavily against your ear, fighting to keep himself quiet.

His hand slapped over your mouth as you whimpered, your free hand reaching to grip his thigh, your nails clawing uselessly at the denim as you moaned against his palm.

In return, he moaned loud enough to catch the attention of the person sitting in front of him. They hadn’t turned around, but you slapped your hand over his mouth to muddle the sound.

The thrill of getting caught spurring you both on. You were a tangle of limbs, twisted in seats that were far too small for any sort of extracurricular activity, teetering on the edge, trying to keep the other from giving you away.

His body went rigid as you leaned against him, tearing your mouth free from under his grasp; your lips pressed against his ear as you breathed hard.

“Shhh” you whispered, pressing your hand harder against his mouth, forcing him to breathe harder through his nose. His release spurting from the tip, coating your hand and fingers as it dripped to the floor between his feet. You kissed up his neck and along his jaw, keeping your hand in place until his breathing relaxed. He watched you closely in the dark as you brought the hand coated in his release to your lips, sucking it from your fingers like it were the most natural thing in the world; your eyes never leaving his.

He shifted so you had no choice but to brace yourself against the wall, partially lifted from your seat as you turned to face him, he leaned closer, the hand that wasn’t between your legs, gripping your chin, turning your head to give him better access to your neck and jaw. You gripped his shoulders, his breathing hot and heavy against your ear before he spoke; his fingers working your clit as he slid a second one inside you, making you groan.

He shushed you quickly, his lips claiming yours, but his fingers never stopped moving; you were able to use the wall for leverage and he was using it to his advantage.

You loved it when he was like this, so possessive and hungry. It made your whole body burn with want.

He broke your kiss, pressing his lips to your ear, his fingers fucking you faster, making you clench your tighs together around his hand.

“Cum,” he whispered “For me”

You practically melted into the floor, unable to form any sort of coherent thought as you clenched around his fingers inside you, the moan tumbling from your lips much louder than you had intended, he had moved his hand to cover your mouth and you bit down on the space between his index finger and thumb as you breathed hard through your nose; shamelessly grinding against this hand, riding out your orgasm before you slid back into your seat, kicking over the bag of popcorn as you did.

You leaned against him catching your breath as he rebuttoned your jeans, picking up the bag of popcorn and putting it back in your shaky hands before tucking himself back in his own jeans and taking a sip of your drink.

[lord-squiggletits]

I 1000% don't mean this in a moral judgement manner, or saying ppl aren't allowed to like evil characters, or saying that silly fandom stuff means people don't take analysis/real world parallels/whatever seriously

But honestly I have yet to experience as emotionally/mentally jarring of an effect as I did hearing about MTMTE Megatron so positively from the fandom (best Megatron ever! best character in IDW1! sad grandpa! compelling character arc! tragic villain!) only to actually read MTMTE myself and go "This guy is so fucking annoying, self-righteous, insufferable, and an asshole, what are you people talking about." ladjskfjsdalfk

Like I get that Megatron can't go from fresh off a heel-face turn to being an actual hero, and believe me I know that ppl in this continuity are almost all flawed/jerks in some way. But MTMTE Megatron was a special breed of annoying to me like. It wasn't just "he did bad things so I dislike him." In fact, the moments where Megatron regressed closer to being his old self (such as massacring the DJD during Dying of the Light) were the moments I liked him the most.

I don't really know how to describe it, bc it's not the idea of Megatron being redeemed that bothers me (I love redemption Megatron), and I'm not one of those ppl who postures about how I don't like him because his crimes are evil IRL (I literally like villain Megatron more than I like Autobot Megatron). There are characters who have done things that I found shitty/annoying but didn't have a significant reaction to besides going "omg what a jerk (chews popcorn faster eager to read more drama)". It's literally just Megatron where I have this feeling of being viscerally annoyed/pissed at every other thing he says salkfjsdkaf

[soaps-mohawk]

Hey hey that new chapter of Cherry Red, Crimson Blood?????

The horror of that first part cause so thought Simon had made his worst nightmare real but naw man just was messy.

I love how everyone is slowly getting closer and healing and it showing in the little things!!!

But that fucking cliffhanger???? I am chewing glass. I need all the boys to fuck up Omega's dad and I cant wait to see how the interaction with the Mom is going to go. Cause idk what to expect but my popcorn is waiting for the drama.

Cant wait for the next part!!

You know I love a cliffhanger 🤭 but really Simon was just a messy boy. Got too excited lol

I'm so excited for everyone to see what happens next. If only I could write faster...

[luminousepochmutant]

Top-Rated Emergency Dentist Leander TX: Quick, Compassionate Care

Dental emergencies don’t wait for a convenient moment. Whether it’s a sudden toothache, a cracked crown, or an accident that leads to a knocked-out tooth, you need immediate care from someone who not only understands the urgency—but treats it with compassion. That’s where a top-rated Emergency Dentist Leander TX can make all the difference.

In times of crisis, knowing where to turn is half the battle. Having access to an experienced emergency dentist ensures you're not left suffering in pain or risking further damage to your teeth and gums. If you're a resident of Leander or surrounding areas, this guide will walk you through when to seek urgent dental care, what to expect, and how to find the best professional for the job.

What Is Considered a Dental Emergency?

Understanding what qualifies as a dental emergency can help you make informed decisions and seek help at the right time. Here are some common dental emergencies:

A severe toothache or persistent oral pain

Broken, chipped, or cracked teeth, especially if there's nerve exposure

Knocked-out teeth due to an injury or accident

Loose or lost crowns, fillings, or veneers

Bleeding from the gums, mouth, or after an oral injury

Jaw injuries or locked jaw

A scenario should be considered an emergency if it results in severe discomfort, bleeding, or jeopardizes the long-term health of your teeth and gums.

Why Timely Dental Care Matters

Irreversible harm to your gums or teeth

Infections that are spreading to other body regions

Higher treatment costs due to complications

Loss of teeth that might have been prevented

Quick and professional intervention from an Emergency Dentist Leander TX can not only relieve pain but also prevent these risks, ensuring better outcomes and faster recovery.

What to anticipate from your urgent dental appointment

Stabilizing your condition and reducing your discomfort are the top priorities when you come at an emergency dentistry facility.

Initial Evaluation: The dentist will examine the affected area, review symptoms, and ask about the cause of injury or pain.

Diagnostic Imaging: X-rays or scans may be taken to assess damage or infection not visible to the eye.

Immediate Relief: Pain management, infection control, or temporary restorations are typically administered on the spot.

Treatment Plan: Depending on the case, you may receive a complete treatment immediately or be scheduled for follow-up procedures like root canals, crowns, or extractions.

Compassionate care is a core component of emergency dentistry. A leading Emergency Dentist Leander TX will ensure you’re comfortable, informed, and supported every step of the way.

How to Choose the Right Emergency Dentist

Not all dentists offer emergency services—and even among those who do, there’s a wide range in experience and responsiveness. Here are some tips for finding the best emergency dentist in Leander:

Availability: Seek out clinics that provide extended hours, same-day appointments, or round-the-clock on-call assistance.

Reputation: Check patient reviews and testimonials to ensure you're choosing someone with a track record of excellence.

Technology: Modern diagnostic and treatment equipment speeds up care and improves accuracy.

Comfort-Focused Care: Emergency dentistry can be stressful; opt for a clinic that prioritizes gentle and understanding care.

When pain strikes, having a trustworthy Emergency Dentist Leander TX in your contact list provides peace of mind and ensures you won’t waste time searching for help.

Preventing Dental Emergencies

While some emergencies are unavoidable, others can be prevented with good oral hygiene and a little caution:

When participating in sports or other physical activities, wear a mouth guard.

Avoid chewing hard foods like ice, popcorn kernels, or hard candies.

Maintain regular dental check-ups to catch issues early.

Don’t ignore minor pain or sensitivity—it could worsen over time.

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[cielodental]

Your Guide to Life with Braces: Do’s and Don’ts

Getting braces is a big step toward achieving a beautiful, straight smile. While the journey to perfect teeth takes time, proper care and habits can make the experience much easier. Whether you’re just starting your braces journey or looking for ways to improve your routine, this guide will help you understand the do’s and don’ts of life with braces.

Do’s: Best Practices for Braces Wearers

1. Follow Your Orthodontist’s Instructions

Your Orthodontist in El Paso will provide specific care instructions based on your treatment plan. Make sure to follow their guidance, including how often to visit for adjustments and how to maintain proper hygiene.

2. Brush and Floss Regularly

Braces create extra spaces where food particles can get stuck, increasing the risk of cavities. Brush after every meal and floss daily using a floss threader or water flosser to keep your teeth and gums healthy.

3. Eat Soft and Braces-Friendly Foods

Stick to soft foods, especially in the first few days after getting your braces adjusted. Foods like yogurt, mashed potatoes, scrambled eggs, and pasta are gentle on your teeth and won't damage your brackets.

4. Use Orthodontic Wax for Discomfort

Brackets and wires may cause irritation, especially in the beginning. Applying orthodontic wax to rough spots can reduce discomfort and prevent sores from forming on your gums and cheeks.

5. Wear Your Elastics as Directed

If your orthodontist prescribes rubber bands, wear them as instructed. Consistently wearing your elastics ensures that your treatment progresses on schedule and helps achieve the best results.

6. Protect Your Braces During Sports

If you play contact sports, wear a mouthguard designed for braces to protect your teeth and prevent injuries. A custom-fit mouthguard from your El Paso Orthodontist can provide maximum comfort and protection.

Don’ts: Habits to Avoid

1. Don’t Eat Hard, Sticky, or Chewy Foods

Certain foods can break your braces or get stuck in them, causing discomfort and delays in your treatment. Avoid:

Sticky foods like caramel and chewing gum

Hard foods like nuts and popcorn

Chewy foods like bagels and tough meats

2. Don’t Skip Orthodontic Appointments

Regular visits to your Orthodontist in El Paso are crucial for adjustments and monitoring your progress. Skipping appointments can prolong your treatment time and prevent your braces from working effectively.

3. Don’t Use Your Teeth as Tools

Avoid using your teeth to open packages, bite your nails, or chew on pens. These habits can damage your braces and slow down your progress.

4. Don’t Ignore Pain or Broken Brackets

If you experience severe pain, loose brackets, or poking wires, don’t wait for your next appointment—contact near Orthodontist in El Paso immediately to prevent further complications.

5. Don’t Drink Sugary or Acidic Beverages Too Often

Sodas, energy drinks, and citrus juices can cause enamel erosion and staining around the brackets. If you do consume these drinks, use a straw and rinse your mouth with water afterward.

Final Thoughts

Braces may require some lifestyle adjustments, but with the right care and habits, your journey to a straighter smile will be smoother and more comfortable. If you have any concerns, always reach out to Cielo Dental & Orthodontics for expert advice and support.

By following these do’s and don’ts, you’ll not only protect your braces but also ensure a faster, more effective treatment process. Soon enough, you’ll be showing off a beautifully aligned smile!

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From 120 lbs to 95 lbs: Lose Weight Easily by Repeating These 6 Simple Habits!

My Weight Dropped from 120 to 95 Pounds: The Six Small Habits That Led to My Transformation

Losing weight isn’t about extreme dieting or intense workouts—it’s about building sustainable habits. Here are six small but powerful changes that helped me successfully shed 25 pounds and become a healthier, better version of myself.

✅1.Eating Clean

I used to rely on takeout and snacks, often underestimating my calorie intake. Eating clean means avoiding processed foods with additives, high sugar, and excessive salt—like chips, cookies, fried chicken, and popcorn. Cutting these out significantly helped me control my calorie intake.

To lose weight, I changed my eating habits, prioritizing nutritious, home-cooked meals. I ensured my three daily meals contained high-quality protein, carbohydrates, fiber, and essential vitamins. Foods like chicken breast, fish, shrimp, fiber-rich vegetables, whole grains, and legumes became staples in my diet. Cooking with minimal oil and salt also reduced my overall calorie intake and helped my body function more efficiently.

✅2.Eating Slowly and Stopping at 80% Full

I used to eat quickly, stopping only when I felt stuffed. To lose weight, I started chewing each bite 15 times and eating more mindfully. This allowed me to recognize fullness signals in time and better control my portions.

Additionally, I began eating only until I was about 80% full, which naturally reduced my calorie intake by about 10% per meal. Over time, this habit helped me slim down without feeling deprived.

✅3.Drinking More Water

Water has zero calories and plays a crucial role in nearly every bodily function. Previously, I drank only when I felt thirsty. Now, I proactively drink at least 2 liters of warm water daily, replacing sugary beverages entirely.

Staying hydrated speeds up metabolism, helps flush out toxins, and even suppresses appetite, making it easier to stick to a healthy eating plan.

✅4.Using Spare Time to Exercise

I used to be inactive—sitting whenever possible, avoiding movement. As a result, my metabolism slowed, and my body stored excess calories as fat.

To lose weight, I made movement a priority. I started walking at least 10,000 steps daily, burning an extra 400 calories each day. After work, I incorporated brisk walking into my routine. I also swapped elevators for stairs whenever possible, allowing me to burn more calories effortlessly.

✅5.Managing Carb Intake

Carbs are the primary culprit behind rising blood sugar levels and fat storage. However, cutting them out entirely isn’t a sustainable solution, as our bodies need carbohydrates for energy.

To strike a balance, I reduced my intake of refined grains and increased my consumption of whole grains like brown rice, oats, and corn. I also controlled my portion sizes, ensuring I had just enough carbs to meet my energy needs without excess storage.

✅6.Sleeping Earlier

Late-night snacking and poor sleep patterns contribute to weight gain. On the other hand, quality sleep enhances recovery and boosts metabolism.

To support my weight loss, I gradually adjusted my bedtime, going to sleep 30 minutes earlier each night. I also avoided screens before bed, helping my brain relax and fall asleep faster.

Getting a full 8 hours of sleep improved my body’s ability to burn fat and regulate hunger hormones. It also helped lower cortisol levels, reducing cravings and keeping my metabolism running efficiently.

Conclusion

By consistently following these six habits, I managed to lose 25 pounds, going from 120 to 95 pounds. My body became noticeably slimmer, I felt lighter, and my overall well-being improved. If you’re on your own weight loss journey, try incorporating these habits into your daily routine—you might be surprised at the transformation they bring!

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