#I AM NOT ANNOYED AT HER I’M JUST AN IMPATIENT BITCH

[torturedbitchesdepartment]

it’s me i’m girls

[twitchmattentusiast]

( twitchmattenthusiasts kinktober ! )

“ SOME HOCUS POCUS TYPE SHIT. “

pairings. enemies to lovers + brothers bsf!matt.

warnings. body switching, spells, spanking, bondage, use of toys. switch matt x oc but mostly sub!matt tbh. slight mommy kink major daddy kink.

EXTRA warning: this is kinky as shit, so be warned! oc and matt are ENEMY enemies, so them having sex is going to be rough as fuck and they’re going to take their frustration out on each other, so um, this is your warning! it’s an oc just because i felt it made more sense! 

“this is stupid as shit.”

"you’re stupid as shit." matt instantly shoots back.

bianca rolls her eyes, crossing her arms as she trails behind matt. she’s annoyed as shit right now. if she's being honest, she didn't even want to come to this stupid escape room in the first place, but chris and nate wouldn't get off her back and begged her to come, promising she wouldn't be anywhere near matt, but of course it's just her luck that she's lost her best friends and her brother and has ended up with matt. 

matt rolls his eyes dramatically as bianca goes on yet another rant about how this is her worst freaking nightmare ever. “oh my god, can you shut the fuck up for once? it’s not like i want to be stuck here with your annoying ass either. let’s just find the fucking clues and get out of here already.”

he turns back towards the room, scanning the walls and shelves for anything that might help them escape. “stop fucking whining and actually look for something useful, would you? the sooner we get out of here, the better. i’m tired of being stuck with a fucking brat like you.”

bianca scoffs, following behind matt as he walks into a room. "are you fucking kidding me?" she yells. "i’m the one who's been looking for clues; all you've done is fuckin stand there and text your stupid hoes instead of actually doing shit!”

matt ignores bianca’s bitchy comment, continuing to browse through the various items scattered around the room. he picks up a small vial filled with clear liquid, examining it closely before setting it back down again.

“whatever," he mutters under his breath, rolling his eyes. “keep being a little bitch about everything."

“you’re an asshole, you know that?”

matt shrugs nonchalantly, not bothering to hide his smirk. “so what if i am? at least i’m not some uptight bitch like you."

he moves further into the room, poking around shelves and drawers with little regard for their contents. his gaze lands on a collection of old, dusty bottles, and he starts to grab them, examining each one curiously.

“what the fuck is this shit?" he asks, holding up a bottle with strange symbols etched onto its surface. “looks like some kind of potion or something."

bianca shrugs, looking down at her nails. “probably fake or somethi-“ she’s cut off when matt suddenly opens the bottle and starts sticking his nose in it. “what the fuck are you doing?”

"chill the fuck out, will ya?" matt retorts, ignoring bianca’s warning.

“it’s probably just some lame-ass decoration or something." he sniffs the contents of the bottle, wrinkling his nose at the strong scent. “that smells weird as fuck.”

bianca rolls her eyes, watching as matt continues to mess around with the strange bottles. she lets out an exasperated sigh, clearly growing more impatient by the second.

"you’re such a dumbass sometimes, you know that?" she huffs, shaking her head in disbelief. "put those things down before you break something valuable, yeah?"

matt tosses the bottle aside carelessly, not giving a flying fuck about bianca’s complaints. “relaxx, princess. it’s not like i’m gonna break anything important."

his gaze falls upon another bottle, this one filled with a dark, murky liquid. curiosity getting the better of him, matt unscrews the cap and takes a long swig directly from the container. “tastes like cheap vodka," he remarks with a smirk, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “not bad for some ancient relic shit."

“there’s actually no way you just drank that shit.” bianca complains, looking at matt in total disgust. 

matt shrugs, ignoring the looks of disgust she shoots him. he runs his fingers along another set of bottles. picking a white one up, he twists the lid, holding it close to his nose as he takes another whiff. “you’ll like this one b.” he tells her, holding the bottle out to her, "smells like malibu.”

“malibu?” bianca asks curiously. she appears right behind matt, looking down at the bottle. malibu being her favorite drink. 

matt grins slyly, noticing bianca’s interest “yeah, smells just like it. too bad it's probably not the real deal or you'd be sucking this shit down like a champ, huh?"

bianca snatches the bottle from matt’s hand, uncapping it quickly and bringing it to her nose. her eyes widen in delight as the familiar scent fills her nostrils.

"see, i told ya it smelled like the good stuff." matt smirks, watching bianca eagerly sniff the bottle.

"go ahead and take a shot, princess. live a little for once in your life." he gestures for her to drink it, a mischievous glint in his eye. “unless you're too much of a pussy to handle it." he taunts, knowing full well how competitive bianca is.

“cmonn, i dare ya." matt pushes, wanting to see if she'll rise to the challenge. “drink it all down like a good girl." he goads, egging her on relentlessly.

bianca hesitates for a moment, her competitive nature warring with her common sense. but the allure of the familiar scent and taste proves too tempting to resist. with a defiant glare at matt, she tilts her head back and pours the mysterious liquid straight down her throat.

bianca gasps, her face contorting in surprise as the potent liquor burns its way down her throat. “fuck that shits strong.” she coughs, sputtering as she tries to catch her breath.

but despite the initial shock, bianca can't deny the thrill that courses through her veins. she feels a rush of excitement at pushing past her limits. "guess you were right about it tasting like malibu,"

matt chuckles, enjoying every moment of bianca’s discomfort. “see? told ya it wasn't so bad."

his gaze drifts over to the other containers still untouched on the shelf. picking up another bottle, he examines it carefully before opening it and taking a deep sniff.

“matt that literally says ‘do not touch’”

matt waves off bianca’s concern with a dismissive flick of his wrist. “relax, it's probably just some stupid warning label.”

he rolls his eyes as bianca shoots him a look. “cmon, bianca what’s the worst that could happen?”

bianca scowls, crossing her arms over her chest. "i don't know, maybe we get turned into frogs or something?"

her words come out more sarcastic than genuinely worried, but there's a hint of unease beneath the surface.

with a careless shrug, matt pops open the bottle and brings it to his lips, not caring about the consequences. “cmon b don’t be such a pussy."

bianca rolls her eyes. as she reaches for it, a strange sensation washes over her—a tingling warmth spreading from her fingertips up her arm. it’s just for a moment though, and it goes completely unnoticed as bianca takes a long chug of bottle like matt did.

“happy now?” she asks, sarcastically handing matt the bottle.

before matt can even respond, a man suddenly appears out of nowhere. staring at the both of them curiously. “did you drink that?”

bianca opens her mouth about to reply when matt speaks first. "nahh,” he says, lying smoothly. “just lookin at em.”

the stranger narrows his eyes suspiciously at matt’s denial, clearly not buying it, but doesn’t say anything else. he nods his head towards bianca, who’s standing really close to matt because the guys are honestly freaking her the fuck out right now. “you two are from that group, aren’t you?” 

“umm . . . yeah.?”

the stranger nods his head. “interesting,” he says. “you two get along?”

matt snorts at the question, shaking his head. "hardly. this bitch here thinks she's queen of everything, always trying to tell me what to do."

bianca bristles at his harsh words, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. “shut up, matt!" she spits back, her voice venomous. “at least i’m not a complete asshole!"

the stranger watches them with a mix of amusement and curiosity.

the stranger clears his throat, drawing their attention back to him. “you wish he could step into your shoes sometimes huh? to see what you have to deal with?” he asks bianca curiously.

“oh all the time!” she instantly replies.

the stranger smiles. he shoots matt one last glance before turning around. “i think i know where your group is if you want to follow me.”

matt and bianca are instantly hot on his heels.

it’s been two hours now since the group left the escape room. they’re all at nate and bianca’s, chilling in their living rooms as the triplets are planning to spend the night.

bianca gets up from the couch, stretching her arms as an yawn escapes. “gonna head to bed,” she tells nate. her brother nodding her head and wishing her a good night. “night,” she says, rolling her eyes as matt flips her off.

she heads to her room, instantly jumping into her bed and turning the lights off. more than ready to welcome sleep. today had been a longgg day.

bianca groans, still half asleep, as she moves around the bed. she moves her arms, and her arms hit the back of someone. she sits up in confusion, wondering what the fuck chris is doing in her room. suddenly needing something to drink, bianca quickly shuffles out the room.

she moves down the stairs, her body feeling suddenly really heavy. she’s still half asleep until she stops in the hallway mirror and freezes as she sees matt staring back at her. “what the fuck?” she exclaims, and her eyes are wide as matt’s deep voice fills her ears. she moves her hand around in confusion, thinking it’s a nightmare or her mind is playing tricks on her, but matters follows her back in the mirror.

with wide eyes, bianca quickly moves up the stairs and dashes straight to her room, where she finds herself sleeping peacefully on her bed. only it’s not her, it’s matt.

matt starts to stir slightly as bianca moves around the room. “bianca?” matt says, rubbing his eyes slightly. he’s instantly confused as he realises he’s in bianca’s room. he’s even more confused when he removes his fingers and finds a fresh manicure set on his nails. “what the fuck?!” matt exclaims as he looks up and finds his own body staring at him.

matt blinks rapidly, struggling to comprehend the bizarre situation unfolding before him. his gaze darts between his own body standing there in shock and the unfamiliar female form he now inhabits.

“what the actual fuck?" he mutters under his breath, his voice sounding foreign to his own ears. “this isn't possible..."

he swings his legs over the side of the bed, standing up gingerly as if testing whether this reality is indeed real. matt’s hands instinctively move to cover his chest, feeling the soft swell of breasts beneath the thin fabric of bianca’s tank top.

“did . . . did you do this?" he demands accusingly, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at his former self. “is this some kind of sick joke?"

“you think i did this?” bianca exclaims. “i didn’t fucking do shit!”

“well, it sure as fuck wasn't me!" matt retorts defensively, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he's now in a woman's body. "so how the fuck did this happen?"

bianca crosses her arms over her chest, her expression a mixture of annoyance and disbelief. "i don’t know, okay? maybe it was those weird drinks at the escape room or that creepy guy who showed us the way back. but whatever it was, i didn't do it!"

“this is insane bianca.” matt exclaims. “some hocus pocus shit!”

bianca rolls her eyes dramatically. "spare me the dramatics," she says. "we need to focus on getting back to our own bodies and-“ she pauses as she watches matt stand in front of the mirror, smirking as he moves bianca’s hands over her tits. well, technically matt’s hands since he’s in her body, but-

“what are you doing!”

matt chuckles lowly, his eyes never leaving his reflection in the mirror as he continues to explore his new feminine curves. “just seeing what i’ve got here," he says nonchalantly, giving one of bianca’s breasts a light squeeze through the thin material of her tank top. bianca glares at him, and matt chuckles.

“oh, come on, b, i’m a guy, of course i’m going to want to touch some tits,“ he pauses as he turns around, smirking when he looks down at bianca-well himself. “holy shit, you’re hard!” he laughs.

bianca’s face flushes bright red as she stammers, unable to look away from the obvious bulge in her shorts. "shut up! it’s not like i wanted this to happen!" she protests weakly, crossing her arms over her chest again in a futile attempt to hide her embarrassment.

matt lets out a low whistle, his smirk growing wider as he takes in the sight of his own erection straining against bianca’s shorts. “admit it, b. this is kinda hot, isn't it? being in each other's skin, touching ourselves..." his hand reaches out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingertips grazing her cheek. “we could have some fun with this..."

bianca swats his hand away, her cheeks burning with a mix of anger and arousal. "don’t get any ideas, pervert!" she snaps, but her voice wavers slightly. she can't deny the thrill of exploring her own body through matt’s eyes, the forbidden excitement of being touched by another person - especially her sworn enemy.

matt’s grin widens at bianca’s reaction, sensing her inner turmoil. he steps closer, invading her personal space as he leans in to whisper in her ear. “come on, b, don’t pretend you're not curious. we’re stuck like this for god knows how long... might as well make the most of it."

“you did say you wanted me to see what it’s like to be in your shoes. why don’t you be in my shoes and be me?”

bianca smirks suddenly. “you want me to act like you?”

matt nods eagerly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "you act like me," he says, trailing his manicured fingers down his own chest, which feels weird as shit but strangely excites matt and bianca’s body, "and i’ll act like you.”

bianca raises an eyebrow skeptically. "fine, you're on." she steps back and folds her arms across her chest, mimicking matt’s typical stance.

matt stares at her in confusion, waiting for her to do something. when suddenly bianca pushes him against the wall. matt gasps, feeling the weight of his own body being strange but oddly arousing as bianca reaches down to choke matt with his own hands. 

“what the fuck?” he manages to gasp out, despite the strangling pressure. but instead of fighting back, matt’s hips involuntarily buck forward, grinding against bianca's buldge. “fuck, b, that's...not bad actually."

bianca releases the chokehold and smirks down at matt, her chest heaving. "like that, huh?" she purrs.

matt nods, panting lightly as he looks up at bianca through hooded eyes. “yeah, keep going," he urges, biting his lip.

bianca smirks. “you know matt...” she trails as she pushes a strand of his hair behind his ear. “you’ve been a really bad boy these last few months. always complaining, talking back to me, and shit, and you knew i couldn’t do anything when i was in my body, but since i’m in your body, i can treat you like the slut you are, huh, baby?”

matt swallows thickly, his breath catching in his throat as bianca leans in close, her words dripping with seductive menace. “fuck," *he whispers, squirming under her intense gaze. “do your worst, princess."

bianca grins wickedly before spinning matt around to face the mirror. she positions herself behind him, pressing her clothed body against his backside as her hands roam over his tits and stomach. "look at yourself, matty," she coos, her hot breath tickling his ear. "such a pretty little thing, aren't you?"

her fingers deftly unbutton his shorts and slip inside, running softly against her wet cunt "mmm, so wet already," she murmurs approvingly. "guess being in my body and getting treated like a whore turns you on doesn’t it?”

matt whimpers, his hips bucking into bianca’s touch as her fingers tease along his soaked slit. "yes, fuck, just like that," he moans shamelessly, his eyes locked onto their reflection. the sight of bianca’s hand disappearing into his shorts, coupled with the delicious friction against his clit, sends jolts of pleasure coursing through his borrowed body.

"please, b, more," he begs, his voice high-pitched and needy. In this moment, he's completely surrendered to the sensations, to the taboo thrill of being used by his mortal enemy while trapped in her skin.

bianca chuckles darkly, revelling in matt’s desperation. she pulls her hand out of his shorts and brings her slick fingers to his lips. "open up, slut," she commands, smearing his juices across his mouth. "taste how much you want this."

matt obediently sucks her digits clean, keeping eye contact as he does so. bianca and walks to the bed, sitting down on it and patting her lap for matt to sit on. 

matt saunters over to bianca, swaying his hips seductively as he settles himself on her lap, straddling her thighs. he grinds down against her, relishing the friction of their clothed sexes rubbing together.

“‘s this what you want, princess?" he purrs, draping his arms around her neck. “for me to be your little toy?" matt captures her lips in a filthy kiss, his tongue delving deep to taste himself on her mouth. he rocks his hips faster, chasing the building pleasure, desperate for more.

breaking the kiss with a gasp, matt rests his forehead against hers, panting heavily. “use me," he breathes. “make me yours." he says whining exactly how he imagines bianca does.

bianca flips their positions, pinning matt beneath her on the bed. she looms over him, drinking in the debauched sight of his flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. "gonna ruin you, baby," she promises darkly, hooking her fingers in his waistband and tugging his shorts down his legs. her gaze rakes hungrily over his exposed flesh, lingering on the glistening pink folds of his bare cunt.

matt gasps as bianca tears off his shorts, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. he writhes beneath her domineering presence, craving more of her rough touches. his pussy throbs with need, visibly swollen and aching to be filled.

“you’ve wanted this forever,” matt challenges with a sultry smirk. “to have me completely at your mercy.”’he reaches up to grasp bianca’s face, pulling her in for another searing kiss, his hips rolling upwards to grind against her.

“take what you want,”

bianca smirks, as she reaches into her bedside table to grab a vibrator matt watches as she sticks it in his pussy, jolting slightly as it turns on. matt instantly moans. no wonder girls like this shit. 

matt lets out a guttural moan as the buzzing sensation washes over him, his back arching off the bed. his eyes roll back, lids fluttering shut in ecstasy. he begins to ride the vibrator with wild abandon, his hips jerking erratically to meet each thrust.

“ohh fuck” he cries out, sounding eerily like bianca.

matt's entire demeanor shifts, adopting bianca’s sassy tone and confident air. he spreads his legs further apart, as if eager to show off the pleasure he's experiencing. jis hands move to grip the sheets, knuckles white with tension.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum," he warns, voice breathless and husky. “don’t stop, please..."

bianca keeps the vibrator going strong, watching intently as matt’s orgasm builds. she leans down, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss as he starts to shake and twitch beneath her. when he finally comes undone, bianca drinks in every moan and whimper, feeling the ripples of his climax against the vibrator.

bianca keeps the vibrator on and matt’s eyes widen. she pulls down matt’s boxers. “you gonna be a good girl and suck my cock?”

now bianca was joking. when matt said that she should act like her she took it as a joke, but surprise etches onto a face and a smirk forms when matt whines bucking his (her) hips in the air as he says “yes daddy.”

now bianca was joking. when matt said that she should act like her, she took it as a joke, but surprise etches onto a face, and a smirk forms when matt whines, bucking his (her) hips in the air as he says, “yes, daddy.”

bianca’s cock starts to sit even more uncomfortably, matt’s words making her harder. turns out a girl lying there spreading her legs open turns a guy like matt on a lot.

bianca grabs matt’s chin firmly, forcing him to look up at her as she strokes her hardening cock. "open wide, bitch," she growls, her voice dripping with dominance.

matt parts his lips obediently, submitting to bianca’s demands. she presses the tip of her dick against his mouth, teasing him with the salty flavor of pre-cum. "take it all," bianca commands, pushing forward until her cock fills matt’s mouth completely.

matt starts bobbing his head, sucking lewdly on bianca’s cock. he hollows his cheeks and swirls his tongue around the sensitive head, coaxing out more precum to swallow. the vibrator continues to buzz insistently between matt’s legs, prolonging his aftershocks and keeping him intensely aroused.

matt takes bianca’s cock greedily, swallowing around the thick girth stretching his jaw. he hums in approval, sending delicious vibrations along bianca’s length. matt looks up through his lashes, gazing adoringly at bianca as he worships her dick with his mouth.

the combination of sensations - the vibrator still buried in his cunt, the weight of bianca’s cock heavy on his tongue - is overwhelming. tears prick at the corners of matt’s eyes from the effort of deep-throating bianca, but he doesn't relent. he wants to please her completely, to feel her release coating his throat.

matt grips bianca’s thighs for support as he picks up the pace, sucking hard and fast. his pussy leaks into the sheets “fuck daddy”

bianca smirks, her cock pulsing in matt’s mouth as he calls her 'daddy'. she grips his hair tighter, guiding his head up and down her cock. "that’s right, baby," she purrs. "such a good little slut for daddy."

the degrading words only seem to spur matt on further. he sucks harder, hollowing his cheeks and swirling his tongue around bianca’s sensitive cock. lewd slurping noises fill the room as spit dribbles down his chin.

bianca’s balls tighten, signaling her release. she holds matt’s head steady, fucking his face with quick, shallow thrusts. "you gonna swallow every drop like a good girl?”

matt whimpers around bianca’s cock, nodding frantically in response. he can taste the impending orgasm, the tang of salt mingling with the musk of arousal. as bianca’s thrusts become erratic, matt opens wide, letting her flood his mouth with her cum

he swallows convulsively, gulping down every thick rope of cum. some escapes past his lips, trickling down his chin to join the mess on the sheets below. matt’s own pussy clenches around the vibrator, milking it for all it's worth as he savors the taste of bianca’s release.

bianca pulls out of matt’s mouth with a wet pop, smirking down at the debauched sight before her. matt’s lips are swollen and slick with saliva and cum, his hair mussed from bianca’s rough handling. she traces a finger along his jawline, gathering some of the stray drops and bringing them to his lips.

“clean yourself up, slut," bianca commands, pressing her finger into matt’s mouth. he obeys without hesitation, lapping at her digit with his skilled tongue until it's spotless.

satisfied, bianca withdraws her hand and stands up, admiring how matt looks spread out on the bed - flushed and needy, his pussy glistening with arousal. she trails a hand down his chest, tweaking a nipple roughly before continuing lower.

“you wanna come again?" she teases. she’s half surprised that she’s managing to play the role of matt so well. and also even more surprised that he’s even letting her it’s almost too suspicious if she’s being honest.

matt whines softly, his body craving more stimulation. he nods eagerly, his gaze locked onto bianca’s hand as it inches closer to his soaked folds.

“yes, please... daddy..." he whispers, the word slipping out unbidden once more. matt bites his lip, blushing furiously at his own submission. but the desire coursing through him overrides any embarrassment.

bianca’s fingers brush against his sensitive clit, making matt gasps and buck his hips. he’s painfully aware of the vibrator still buried inside him, the constant thrumming driving him wild with need.

“i want... i need..." matt trails off, unable to articulate exactly what he craves. all he knows is that he's never felt so desperate, so consumed by lust.

bianca chuckles darkly, amused by matt’s desperation. she circles his clit with a finger, applying just enough pressure to make him squirm. "tell me what you need, baby," she coaxes, leaning down to whisper hotly in his ear. "i’ll give it to you."

matt whimpers, his body trembling under her touch. "please... use your fingers... fuck me with them..." he begs, his voice barely above a whisper. "make me come, daddy..."

bianca smirks, pleased by matt’s complete surrender. she slides two fingers into his soaked pussy, curling them to hit that sweet spot inside him. matt cries out, his back arching off the bed as pleasure crashes over him.

“that’s it, take it," bianca purrs, pumping her fingers in and out of matt’s clenching heat.

matt's mind goes blank, overwhelmed by the intense sensation of bianca’s fingers violating his most intimate space. he’s never felt so full, so stretched, and yet it's precisely what he needs.

“fuck, yes!" he chants, his hips rocking to meet bianca’s thrusts. the vibrator continues to buzz away, adding another layer of stimulation that threatens to push him over the edge.

“daddy, ‘m... i’m gonna..." matt’s words trail off into incoherent moans as bianca’s fingers find that magic spot inside him again and again. his walls flutter and clench, trying to milk her digits for all they're worth.

with a keening wail, matt’s orgasm hits him like a freight train. his vision whites out, his body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy rips through him.

bianca smirks seeing matt whimper as she removes the vibrator. she takes a minute to admire how fucked out matt looks already without actually being fucked, and then without warning, she flips matt over, leaving him on his stomach and pointing his ass up in the air as she quickly lines up behind him. 

matt gasps as he feels bianca’s hard cock pressing against his entrance, stretching him open. he clutches at the sheets beneath him, his knuckles turning white as he tries to adjust to the sudden intrusion.

“fuckk... so big..." he groans, feeling impossibly full. matt rocks his hips back tentatively, relishing the burn of the stretch.

the new position allows bianca to fuck him even deeper, hitting places inside him that matt didn't know could feel so good. he lets out a strangled moan, his face buried in the pillow to muffle the sound.

“more ... please, daddy... fuck me harder..." matt pleads shamelessly, completely lost to the pleasure consuming him. he clenches around bianca’s cock, urging her to move faster, deeper, anything to satisfy the aching need building within him once more.

matt’s moans start to grow louder. “shut the fuck up!” bianca hisses, spanking matt’s ass. “you don’t want nate to hear us, do you? don’t want your brothers to walk in and see you getting fucked like a slut? you gotta be quiet, matt.”

matt yelps at the sharp slap, his cheeks burning with a mix of pain and arousal. he immediately clamps his mouth shut, biting back a scream as bianca continues to pound into him relentlessly.

panting heavily, matt nods frantically, his mind racing with the taboo scenario bianca just painted. the thought of getting caught by nate or chris while being used so thoroughly sends a thrill straight to his core.

he struggles to contain himself, to stifle the noises bubbling up from deep within his throat. it’s a losing battle, however, as bianca’s merciless pace pushes him closer and closer to the brink once more.

“p-please... can't... hold it..." matt manages to choke out between gritted teeth, his entire body tensing as another climax approaches.

"that's right, you're gonna cum on my dick like a good little whore," bianca snarls, grabbing a fistful of matt's hair and yanking his head back. "and you're gonna do it quietly, got it?"

matt whimpers, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes from the pain in his scalp. but he nods vigorously, desperate to please.

tears stream down matt’s face as bianca holds him in place, her brutal grip on his hair sending jolts of pain through his skull. but even through the discomfort, he can feel the familiar tightening in his gut, the telltale signs that he's teetering on the edge once more.

"yes, daddy... please... i’ll be good, i promise..." matt whimpers, his voice choked with emotion. he squeezes his eyes shut, focusing every ounce of willpower on containing his screams as the pressure builds to a crescendo.

with a low, broken moan, matt’s orgasm rips through him, his inner walls clamping down around bianca’s pistoning cock. his whole body shakes with the force of it, every muscle locked rigid as pleasure floods his senses.

bianca shoots her cun right into him, and matt moans as she starts to fuck it into him. bianca pulls out, and before she can even register what’s happening, matt pushes her so he’s on top.

“my turn,” he smirks, reaching into the drawer to pull out some handcuffs and intensely moving to cuff them to bianca and her bed.

bianca’s eyes are wide. how the fuck did he even know they were there? 

a triumphant grin spreads across matt’s face as he secures bianca’s wrists above her head, the metal cuffs cold against her skin. he steps back to admire their positions, a sense of dominance washing over him now that the tables have turned.

“what?” he asks, smirking as bianca gapes at him. “we said that you’d act like me and i’d act like you, and well, it’s my time to act like you, baby.”

bianca glares at matt, trying to look unimpressed despite her heart pounding in her chest. "oh really? and what exactly does that mean?" she sneers, trying to sound unaffected despite the way her cock is starting to harden.

she squirms slightly in the restraints, testing them. they hold firm. damn it.

matt chuckles darkly, enjoying the sight of bianca struggling futilely against her bonds. he saunters closer, running a finger along her jawline with a possessive touch.

"it means," he purrs, leaning in to whisper hotly in her ear, "you’re going to be a good boy for mommy hm?”

"fuck off, matt." bianca spits, trying to keep her voice steady despite the heat spreading through her body at his words and touch. she tries to jerk her hands free again but the cuffs dig into her wrists painfully, making her wince.

despite herself, a small part of her is curious where he's going with this. what game is he playing now?

matt ignores bianca’s heated retort, instead dropping to his knees beside the bed. he gazes up at her with a predatory gleam in his eyes, trailing a hand down her chest to fondle her growing erection.

“i think we both know you want to be a good boy for me," he coos, giving her cock a squeeze.

with a wicked smile, matt leans in to lick a stripe up the underside of bianca’s cock, making her shudder. he teases her slit with the tip of his tongue, savoring her unique taste before taking her into his mouth.

bianca gasps sharply as matt’s warm, wet mouth envelops her sensitive flesh. despite her best efforts to remain stoic, she can't help but arch into the sensation, a needy whimper escaping her lips.

“mhmm... f-fuck..." she grinds out through clenched teeth, her hips twitching involuntarily as matt begins to bob his head.

matt keeps sucking on bianca’s cock, his tongue swirling around the head. he reaches up and starts to play with her balls, squeezing them gently. he pops off her cock with a loud pop and looks up at her.

matt stands up and moves to straddle bianca’s waist, grinding his own erection against hers. he leans down to capture her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep to claim her mouth thoroughly.

he reaches behind himself to grab bianca’s dripping cock, angling it towards his entrance. slowly, teasingly, he sinks down onto her length, throwing his head back with a guttural groan.

matt feels bianca's hard cock slide into him, filling him completely. the feeling is overwhelming and intense, unlike anything he's ever experienced before. his vision blurs as pleasure courses through him, causing his back to arch instinctively.

his hips begin to move in slow, agonizing circles as he adjusts to the size of her cock. every movement sends jolts of pleasure radiating throughout his body, making him gasp and moan uncontrollably.

bianca grips the cuffs tightly as she watches matt ride her cock, his movements graceful yet desperate. she can see the strain on his face, the way his breath comes in ragged gasps, and it only serves to fuel her arousal further.

“fuck matt.” bianca groans. “untie me please.”

matt slows his hips, gazing down at bianca with a smug, knowing smirk as he hears her pleas. he leans in close, his hot breath ghosting over her ear as he whispers, “not until you beg properly, baby."

with that, he resumes his sensual pace, riding bianca’s cock with renewed vigor. each deliberate thrust makes him cry out in ecstasy, his inner walls clenching rhythmically around her length.

bianca grits her teeth, refusing to give in to matt's demands despite the pleasure coursing through her body. she won't let him win this game between them.

"please..." she finally relents, hating how desperate she sounds. “i need to touch you,"

her hips buck upwards involuntarily, seeking more friction, more contact. the metal cuffs rattle against the headboard with each frantic movement.

at bianca’s plea, a triumphant grin spreads across matt’s face. he continues to roll his hips sensually, relishing the feeling of her hard cock inside him. "there’s a good boy," he purrs approvingly.

with a flourish, he reaches up and uncuffs bianca’s wrists, tossing the restraints aside carelessly. he leans down, pressing his chest flush against hers as he captures her lips in another heated kiss. “touch me then," he challenges breathlessly against her mouth. “show me how much you need it."

without breaking the kiss, bianca runs her hands feverishly over matt’s body, caressing every inch of exposed skin she can reach.

bianca's fingers dance over matt's shoulders, tracing the contours of his muscles before slipping lower to grip his ass cheeks. she squeezes them firmly, pulling him harder against her as their tongues continue to duel.

breaking the kiss momentarily, she nips at his bottom lip before soothing the sting with her tongue. “like this?" she asks huskily, rocking her hips to meet his. “this what you wanted, matt?"

matt whimpers and groans at the intense pleasure of bianca’s touches, his hips stuttering in response to her assertive rocking motion.

“yes, just like that..." he breathes heavily, his eyes rolling back in bliss. “oh fuck yes, right there!"

“you’re so tight, baby," bianca moans. “you gonna let me fill you up hm?”

matt nods frantically, his gaze locked with Bianca's as he pants out, "y-yes, please...i want to feel you come inside me."

his words are punctuated by sharp gasps and whines of delight as bianca’s cock pulses and throbs within him, the sensation bordering on overwhelming.

bianca's grip on matt's ass tightens as she starts to thrust up into him with short, urgent strokes. her breathing grows ragged, each pump of her hips bringing her closer to the edge.

"fuck, matt...gonna cum soon..." she warns, her voice strained with effort. “you ready for it, slut?"

matt throws his head back too, wrapped up in all this pleasure to reply, and whimpers leave his mouth as suddenly he cums. matt moans loudly as bianca shoots her cum into him. 

bianca’s orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, her vision blurring white as she cries out in ecstasy. she buries her face in the crook of matt’s neck, muffling her screams as her cock spasms wildly inside him, pumping load after load of hot cum deep into him.

matt gasps at the feeling, letting out a moan at how good it feels. they take a second to catch their breaths before matt suddenly pulls himself off of bianca. he avoids her eyes and quickly scrambles to grab her pyjamas. "that was alright; can tell why girls go crazy for my cock now."

 bianca raises her eyebrows and scoffs. "don’t try and play it off like you weren't a needy bitch, matt. you called me daddy."

"so?" matt sasses. he tosses bianca his t-shirt and then climbs back into bed. not saying a single word to her, he snuggles up to her chest. she’s surprised, but matt looks really worn out right now.

 “do you not want to get cleaned up?" she asks softly, moving a piece of hair out of his eye. which again is insane; she still can't believe she's in his body and he's in her, and they just fucked!

"nah," matt shakes his head, his voice coming out in a sleepy tone. "’m too tired; let's just sleep." 

bianca nods her head, watching in amusement as matt buries himself into her neck. "alright, but we're figuring this shit out tomorrow." 

matt nods his head, humming in agreement. "after i masturbate with your vibrator, though, that shit is whack."

bianca rolls her eyes and pulls the covers over them.

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okayyyyy i know this is two days later than i promised but listen halloweekend was long and eventful

was this too much or bad i can’t tell if i like it

[jaredpadonlyyyy]

𝙂𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙁 𝙎𝙀𝙓

• 𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏, 𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏𝙏𝙔, 𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏.

• 𝟭𝟴+ 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝘿𝙉𝙄 𝙄 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝘾𝙆 𝙔𝙊𝙐

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂: 𝙐𝙉𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙏𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝙎𝙀𝙓 (𝘞𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴), 𝙋 𝙄𝙉 𝙑, 𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝘿𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙆, 𝘾𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈𝙋𝙄𝙀, 𝙐𝙎𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙔/𝙉.

𝙎. 𝙒𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙃𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙭 𝙔/𝙉

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Y/N knocked on the door of the abandoned home that Sam was in. Ruby had texted her telling her that Dean was dead and her heart broke the Winchester man. She knows what it feels like to lose someone you truly love. Family is the most painful thing you can lose. She could never wish that upon anyone. Not even her worst enemy, it fucking sucks to feel alone. Sam opened the door and looked down at her. “What do you want?” He asked her as he opens the door to let her walk in. “Ruby texted me, telling me that Dean is dead.” She told him as they walked into the home. “Yeah, well.” He shrugged. He looked really bad and she could see how bad he’s grieving his big brother. She’s had to do it before a long time ago,

She almost sold her soul to bring her brother back from the dead, but Sam and Dean were able to stop her from doing something stupid. Dean had talked her out of it a few times. “Why did ruby text you to come?” He asked her as he leaned on the table and took a bottle of alcohol taking a big gulp. “Because, I’m human and she’s not.” She told the Winchester.

“Well, I don’t want you here.” He told her as she scoffed. “Too bad, you big crybaby, you have no one else. So you either have me, or you have ruby.” She told him as he glared at her. “What the fuck do you want?” Sam asked getting annoyed that she was there. “Look, you saved my ass more times than I can count. The least I could do is be there for you as well.” She told him as the man scoffed shaking his head. “I don’t need you fucking pity.” He told her.

“I don’t pity you!” She snapped at him getting annoyed that he was treating her bad when all she wanted to do was help him. “I know what you’re going through!” She yelled at Sam as he just scoffs. “You don’t know shit.” He said as he took another gulp. Y/N walked over to him and snatched the bottle from his hand. “Hey! Give it back!” He yelled at her trying to take it back. “No! What you’re going to do. Is get yourself together and I’m going to help you hunt down that bitch Lilith.” She told him as he shakes his head. “She’s gone.” He told her as she just shook her head. “Ruby told me she’s back. So, you’re going to get sober and ruby’s going to show you how to use those abilities of yours.” She told the hunter.

A month later Sam was getting a little good at using his abilities. Sometimes he was able to send the demon back to hell, and sometimes Ruby would just have to kill them. Sam was being so impatient and it was starting to work her nerves. She was getting annoyed by his constant bitching and for the thing they cannot control themselves. It irked her a lot.

It’s been a month since Ruby and Y/N started to work with Sam in using his abilities. He was getting better, but it was frustrating him that he couldn’t just kill the demon or send them to hell. “I’ll clean up, you both can go.” Ruby told the two hunters and Sam didn’t hesitate to walk out of the room angry. She sighed walking out after him. They both got to the place he was staying in and takes a couple of pills and drinks more. “Hey, you did good.” She told him.

Sam scoffed “what the fuck are you still doing here y/n.” Sam asked her as she glared at the hunter. “I don’t know who you think I am, but I am not Ruby!” She told him as he nods. She gets that he’s grieving but it was irritating her that he would take it out on her. “All I’m trying to do is help you!” She told him. “You, trying to help me? Since when? All I do is treat you like trash.” He told her as he leans against the table. “Yeah, am I get it. I deserve it. But all I want to do is help you Sam.” She walked closer to the Man.

“I don’t need help from the woman who broke my heart.” He said. “I have ruby, I don’t need you.” He told her, dismissing her. But she shook her head at that. “I don’t want to leave.” She said as she walked closer. He didn’t move and only looked at the woman. She hesitantly reached over and moved his hair to the side. His hazel eyes closing at her touch. One he missed at lot. “I missed you so much.” She softly told him. She got in between his legs her lips hovering over his. “I missed you so much, Sam.” She told him.

He reacted and softly pushed her away. “No, I can’t.” He said as he went to go sit on the bed that most likely Sam had put there. She walked over, taking off her jacket and got in between his legs as he looked to the side. She pulled his face to look at her and she kissed him. Sam’s eyes closed as they both softly kissed, but Sam pulled away. “I said no!” He said to her. “Sam, please.” She told him as her eyes watered. “You left me for another guy, Y/n.” He told her as she shook her head. “It’s something I still regret till this day.” She told him as tears fell from her eyes as he shook his head. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t have done what you did.” He said as he looked at her again

“I broke it off with him that same day.” She told him. She wasn’t lying about that. It was a mistake what she did. She was drunk and she let the alcohol take control. Sam looked at her. She placed her lips on his again pulling away and kissing down his neck as his breathing started to pick up. “Fuck.” Sam whispered as she grazed her teeth on his neck. Sam, he hasn’t been with anyone since the last time he was with her.

He couldn’t. He still loved her so much. He tried to do it with Madison, the werewolf, but he just couldn’t do it. He told her the reason he couldn’t and she was so understanding. Y/N pulled Sam’s shirt over his head as he did the same with her, her jeans and his jeans coming off, her panties and his boxer shorts coming off. Leaving them both naked in front of each other. She straddled his hips, her bare chest touching with his bare chest. Y/N softly gasp as she felt his rock hard cock on her entrance as they both roughly kiss.

He pulled away from the kiss, kissing down her neck her head being thrown back as she enjoyed the feeling of his mouth on her skin. She really did miss that feeling of his perfectly shaped lips on her skin. He kissed his way back up, lifting up her body as she grabbed his cock lining it up at her entrance and she slowly slides down both of the hunters gasping as she slides down. “Oh, god.” She moaned softly as Sam hissed feeling how tight she was. She had forgotten how big and long the Winchester hunter was. Once he disappeared inside of her. Sam let her sit, letting her adjust to him again. Meanwhile Sam and Y/N kissed, pulled on each other’s lower lip, suck on each other’s neck leaving marks on them as they both mark each other as their own, and nobody else.

Y/N kissed her way up to his ear, Sam’s eyes closed as he held her hips. “Move.” She whispered and she gasped into his ear as he didn’t hesitate to move her hips. Sam’s mouth falling open as she rolled her hip on his. “Fuck, aah.” She softly moaned as she went slowly up and down. The tip of his dick hitting her cervix. “Fuuck, baby.” Sam groaned as she hugged him closer to her body and him doing the same with her. Y/N moaning into his ear as both of his hands got ahold of her ass and started slamming her into him at a fast pace. “Oh! Oh, god!” She gasped loudly as Sam had his eyes shut hard as he thrusted his hip up into her. “Sam! Aah! Aah!” She felt her legs start to shake. “Sam! I’m coming! Oh fuck!” But he stops.

He takes her off of him. “Hands and knees.” He told her as she shakily turned doing what he asked of her. She could feel her pussy fluttering from her almost orgasm. Sam slapped her ass making her arch her back as she gasped. Sam pumped his cock as his long fingers teased her entrance. “Sam, please.” She begged him. His fingers slid inside of her making her scream out as his fingers went in and out of her in a brutally fast pace. “Don’t stop, fuck! Don’t stop!” She yelled as her legs shook. Sam replaced his fingers with his cock slamming into her. “Aaah!!!” The coil in her stomach about to explode. His cock going in and out of her tight pussy walls as he grunted in pleasure.

Sam grabbed both of her hips and went faster not stopping. “Ooh!!!” She gasped loudly as she lets go her pussy walls clenching hard on his cock as Sam groaned. “Aarugh.” Sam moaned as he felt his cock twitching inside of her, meaning he was about to reach his own high. After she rides out her high. She pushed Sam off of her making him lay down as she got on top of him. She grabbed his dick and she didn’t waist any time sinking down making them both gasp. Y/N because she was sensitive from her orgasm. Sam because he was about to let go when she pushed him off. Y/N started to bounce on him.

Up and down and up and down. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuu—.” Sam gritted his teeth, letting out a low gasp, turning loud as he spill all of his cum inside of her. “Argh!!” Sam tried to stop her but she didn’t stop as she started to shake, her second orgasm hitting her full on force. “Saaaam!!!” She threw her head back as Sam’s cock twitched. Ropes of his white seed painting her walls as he moaned and called her out. Stopping she looked down at his dazed look.

Both were breathing heavily and she could still fee how his cock was twitching. “Oofm.” Sam’s Body twitched as she fell onto his chest looking all fucked out. Both catching their breaths, calming their hearts

Y/N rolled off Sam and she looked up at the ceiling. Her eyes closing as she had gotten tired.

“Fuck, it’s been a while.” Sam said as he stood back up, his dick soften as he pulled up his boxers.

“Now, how about you get dressed and get the fuck out.” He said making her sit up as she looked at him heartbroken that he used her just for sex and now was kicking her out. “But Sam ——.” He interrupted her. “Nah, get the fuck out.” He told her as she nods her head getting up and changing back into her clothes as her eyes watered. “Bye, Sam.” She said.

She walked out and outside she slides down the wall and lets out a loud sob. She knows she fucked up a while back. She knows she shouldn’t not done it, but she did and it was too late to get him to accept her apology. He hated her, and he only used her, to fuck her, to fuck out his grief, to forget about his brother for a little bit. It was meaningless sex to the hunter.

Y/N got up as she wiped her tears. “How’d it go?” Ruby appeared out of nowhere scaring her.

“How do you think?” She sneered as she pushed past her and walked away from the demon.

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I feel like I want to make a pt. 2 to this! Should I? If you have any ideas let a bitch know! Request away!

I also want to start doing tag lists! So if you want to be in my tag list! LMK! In the comment section!

[waynes-multiverse]

Rehab – Epilogue

Series Summary: Thanks to Soldier Boy, the CIA was able to develop Project Bloom under the fierce leadership of Grace Mallory: a final cure to Compound V and a hopeful end to the supe epidemic three years after the explosive incident at Vought. A secret rehab facility in Upstate New York is supposed to help former heroes find their way back to humanity. The catch, though? Soldier Boy has never fucking agreed to any of this shit and is surely not happy about being powerless for the first time in his goddamn long life.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female!Reader

Warnings: +18, language, some crack, a bit of fluff and angst, hard decisions, a lot of goodbyes & all the feels

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: We're here, babes! End of the road! Thank you guys so much for everything. This was a wild ride, and I'm glad I had you in my passenger's seat 💚

Feedback is my fuel 🖤

<< Chapter 8 || Main Masterlist || Series Masterlist

Epilogue: twin flame

You’re gonna be nowhere The loneliest kind of lonely It may be rough goin’ Just to do your thing’s the hardest thing to do…

“Morning.” Y/N smiles brightly as he stirs and slowly wakes. “Wakey, wakey, sunshine.”

Blue eyes flutter open and fearfully widen, his brow scrunches in confusion as he looks around and scans his environment. He tries to wiggle free of the handcuffs around his wrists, keeping him tied to the metal bed frame.

Not that it matters – he can’t leave either way.

She turns off the radio with a blissful sigh. “You know, that was one of his favorite songs. Your father’s,” she clarifies. “He sang it all the time. It was fucking annoying.”

“Why the hell can’t I move? Get me the fuck out of here,” the man in a sky-blue hospital gown demands and lifts his head off the mattress, only a few inches, attempting to get up.

Needless to say, that attempt is futile and fails miserably.

“Don’t strain yourself, John, or you might shit the bed. And I ain’t cleaning that mess… You’ve been in a coma for three weeks,” Y/N tells him with an amused smile. “Oh, and you can’t move because you’re paralyzed from the waist down. I even doubt that meager dick’s still working.”

His nostrils flare and let out a huff. “It’s Homelander, you bitch. No one calls me by that name.”

“Yeah, not anymore.” Y/N twitches her shoulders in mock apology. Her mouth curves into a Machiavellian grin. “Scared yet?”

“Where the fuck am I?” he growls through gritted teeth, upset by her blatant disrespect.

“You’re at a rehab facility for former supes. I mean, it’s discontinued. Abandoned, really. It’s just you and me,” she replies flatly and then forces a customer-service smile to her lips. “So, guess I’ll be your nurse for the day. How are we doing, you–”

Her brow furrows as she tries to remember the exact words, pensively pursing her lips.

“Wait…” She holds up a finger to stop him from interrupting her as she fishes out a crumpled piece of paper from her jeans pocket. She squints her eyes in concentration as she skims over its content.

“Ah yes!” With a smile, she clears her throat and reads from her paper. “So, how are you doing, you bootlicking… carpet-munching… cockboy?”

Homelander frowns at the insults. Y/N does too, but for a different reason as she shakes her head.

“Jesus fucking Christ, your dad’s handwriting is an atrocity,” she mutters as she tilts her head with narrowed eyes at the paper in her hands.

The blond man’s eyes narrow in both shock and confusion. “How do you know my father?”

“Oh, uhm, I’m his wife,” Y/N says and smiles complacently. “Which technically makes me your step-mommy, but let’s not go there, you–… Wait.” She peeks once more at the paper in her hands. “You cumguzzling… cowfucking… cuck fluffer.” Her brow draws up, impressed. “Huh, nice. Little alliteration going on there. Guess all those books paid off…”

“Can we skip to the part where you tell me what the fuck you’re doing here?” Homelander snaps impatiently, annoyed with the shenanigans.

“Alright, your dad sent me here to, you know… gloat,” Y/N says simply and shrugs, flashing him an easy smile. “He wanted you to know that he’s the one that put you into this damn bed. Funnily enough, he once woke up in this very room, tied to a bed. Not in a kinky way, though. Although, he probably would’ve loved that…” She chuckles fondly. “This place really changed him, but I doubt it’ll do the same for you.”

“And why the fuck isn’t he here telling me this, huh?” John asks with a challenging look. “I didn’t reckon him for a fucking coward.”

Y/N’s facade cracks a little at his words, a vicious smile tugging at her lips. “Oh, he was not a coward. He was the bravest man I’ve ever known. He was and is a fucking hero and surely getting celebrated as one.”

Y/N leans back in her chair and grabs the remote from the bedside table, switching on the TV. A news report flickers across the screen. It’s a recording from a few weeks ago, but Homelander doesn’t know that. It shows a row of celebratory parades held all over the country. A statue of Soldier Boy is being erected next to the Statue of Liberty.

Homelander finally defeated. Soldier Boy dies a hero in fierce combat. America breathes a sigh of relief.

Homelander watches the news and reads the taglines as they scroll in front of his eyes. His mouth is agape in bewilderment before Y/N switches the television off again.

“Everyone loves him… and fucking hates you. Like spit-on-your-grave hate,” she summarizes and watches his face darken. She rises from her seat and smiles down at him. “Have a nice life chained to that bed till you rot to death, you dickfaced, inbred, garbage-eating fascist.”

With a wide smirk, she then leans down and whispers into his ear, “Those were my insults, by the way.”

“Well, he’s dead, and I’m fucking alive, which means I won,” Homelander snarls from the bed with a contrivedly triumphant sneer, rattling with his handcuffs. He’s close to an explosion, she can tell.

“Yeah, you’d be telling yourself that if it makes you feel better…”

With a roll of her eyes, Y/N turns her back. As she marches out of the room, Homelander’s furious screams of agony haunt the clinic’s empty hallways, but there is no one here to hear them anymore.

Project Bloom has been disbanded. There’s only a handful of CIA nurses left, tasked to take care of Homelander until his hopefully slow and painful death. If someone decides to hold a pillow over his head at any point, she supposes she wouldn’t be that mad about it either.

Homelander is history. Soldier Boy is dead. And Ben is at rest.

Finally, Y/N can leave this godforsaken place behind her.

Y/N slides into the driver’s seat of her Prius, her head falling back as she exhales a long, exhaustive breath and rubs her temples. That damn brat gave her a fucking migraine with his whiny bitching.

“Finally,” it huffs from the backseat. “Took you long enough. How the fuck did it go?”

Y/N blinks into the rearview mirror and catches a set of expectant green eyes. Her hand drops from her temples as she chuckles.

“Your handwriting is horrible,” she says as a response and pulls out the paper, pointing at a word. “What the hell is that one?”

Ben leans forward between the seats and squints his eyes. “Mmh, pube flosser,” he supplies and frowns. “You didn’t use that one?”

Y/N sighs. “I think he’s got the gist without it.”

“Yeah, but that was a good one,” Ben mumbles and sighs disappointedly. “Did you play him the song?”

“Yes, I did. I played him the song and did everything else you wanted me to do,” she confirms patiently. “You know, you’ve got a weird knack for torture.”

“Thank you. It’s a gift.” Ben blushes and adjusts his baseball cap. “Did you sell it properly? You know, acting is a skill. The most important thing is to–”

“Ben! For the love of God, shut up or I’ll run you over with my car,” Y/N snaps. If he gives her one more acting lesson, she swears she’ll turn herself a widow.

“Fine.” Ben scoffs and rolls his eyes back. “Did he fucking buy it?”

“Yup, he surely thinks you’re dead. Like the rest of the world,” Y/N says and shoots him a smile over her shoulder.

He matches it and scratches his shaved chin, letting himself fall back into the seat. “Good. So, we’re done, right?”

“Yeah, he was the last stop on our list,” she replies quietly, her smile mixing with sadness. “How’s the arm?”

“Good, good…” He nods, his head bobbing thoughtfully as he clutches the scar on his right bicep. “Healing nicely. Finally got a real war wound. Always wanted one.”

“Okay, then… Let’s go, I guess.” With a heavy swallow, Y/N turns the ignition and starts the car.

“You know, I’d really love to kiss you now,” Ben notes, heartache swinging in his voice, and finds her eyes in the rearview mirror.

Y/N bites down on her lip and nods. “Yeah, wouldn’t that be nice…”

Three weeks ago…

A guard gestures down the hallway to the restrooms, but as soon as Y/N rounds the corner and is out of sight, she takes a turn in the opposite direction.

The good thing about a super secret government facility that’s not supposed to exist is that it only comes with the necessary manpower. There’s no abundance of guards at every corner. It’s quiet and desolate.

Moreover, no one expects a silly and weak human to cause any trouble. It surely has its advantages to be constantly underestimated.

Y/N finds the lab she’s passed on their way in, where she spied a glass fridge with vials of different colors. It’s guarded, but only by one person. It’s sloppy, honestly.

A flirty ambush, a stab to the neck with a dull pocket knife, a stolen keycard, and she’s inside. She drags the body in, too, leaving no trace of her crime behind.

Her fingers rummage through differently labeled flasks. There’s plenty of blue and yellow, but not the poisonous green she’s looking for.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon…” she mutters to herself as she desperately searches every drawer, every goddamn cabinet of the laboratory.

Out of breath, she stops and grips her temples, shoulders slumping as her mind spins. She wants to curse and scream, but that would draw too much attention. She knows she’s running out of time. No one takes that long to fucking pee. Decisions have to be made quickly.

She grabs a blue vial.

Rolling down her sleeves, she walks nervously back into the control room. Neither Mallory nor Edgar pays her any mind. Everyone’s eyes are glued to Soldier Boy and Homelander. Father and son. It’s biblical.

It’s as if she isn’t even there.

Her veins twitch, her blood boils. It’s tingling in her fingertips.

“Little help would be fucking appreciated!” Ben yells as he wrangles with a defunct Homelander.

Stan Edgar’s smile. So vicious. So cold. So calculating.

She knows the air in the room is about to shift. Her hands ball into fists by her side, gather their energy.

He gives his command. She screams.

“No! That wasn’t the fucking deal!”

Edgar doesn’t even look at her fully. A sideways glance is all she’s worth. “Take her out, too.”

Mallory sees it first, her eyes widening when she realizes what’s going on. It’s too late to warn anyone, however, her cries for help unheard as the acid rots her throat.

Edgar and two guards are next, metal weapons melt and mix with a puddle of human soup on the ground. Then, she goes after the one that got away.

The third guard hurries inside the prison cell, but Y/N slips through the crack of the door before it slams shut. The first gunshot goes clean through Homelander’s spine, but the second is deterred and only strikes Ben’s arm as the guard bubbles to a pond, a hot spring in the concrete.

Ben clutches his bleeding wound with a hiss before his green eyes lock with hers. They widen, and it takes him a moment to make sense of it all.

“Y/N, what–”

He takes a step forward. She takes a step back.

“Don’t come near me,” she orders him with panic blinking in her eyes like a flashing alarm. Her chest rises and falls with every anxious breath.

He holds his palms up high, surrendering. “It’s okay.”

Ben carefully walks around her and steps over the bubbling human puddle on the floor. He peeks outside the door, purses his lips, and nods in impressed satisfaction.

“Those little blobs outside–”

Y/N bobs her head at his unfinished question. “Mallory and Edgar plus two guards,” she replies.

“Nice job.” He whistles lowly and shoots her a devilish grin, taking a step closer. “Gotta say, I’ve never been more turned on by you. I’m getting fucking hard.”

“Ben!” Y/N scolds and backs away from him until she’s pressed against the wall. “I told you, don’t touch me,” she warns him again.

Ben’s smile fades as he recognizes her fear. His features soften, the jokes disappear. “Hey, it’s alright. Twenty-four hours and you’ll be fine again. Just gotta get through it.”

Y/N shakes her head, tears welling in her eyes. Ben’s brow knits in confusion, his face stern.

“What-… Why are you shaking your head?”

A tear escapes and streaks her cheek. “It won’t go away in twenty-four hours,” she chokes out. “They were out of Temp V.”

Ben’s face drops at the realization. “No, no, no… Tell me you didn’t fucking do this!” he yells.

“They were going to kill you! What was I supposed to do?” Y/N explains tearfully.

“Die, Y/N! You were supposed to let me fucking die!” Ben’s jaw tightens as anger surges through his body.

“I didn’t let you die the first time! What made you think I would let you fucking die right now, huh?” Y/N cries through gritted teeth, her hands balling into fists. “Stop trying to kill yourself. You fucking promised me!”

Licking his lips, Ben swallows. He’s quiet, running a palm over his face while his mind races a mile a minute. “Okay… alright,” he says finally, his voice significantly calmer now. “Where did you get the Compound V from?”

“There’s a lab here,” she replies in the same calm manner.

“They got more?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” Ben nods and finds her eyes. “Show me.”

Y/N presses her lips into a thin line, shaking her head once more. “No.”

His anger returns, nostrils flaring as his brow creases. “What d’you mean no?”

She swallows thickly. “Look, if you really wanna do this, then I won’t stop you,” she says, a pleading glimmer haunting her eyes. “But you finally got a chance. You can live the normal, boring life. You can go on road trips, see Mount Rushmore… I know you want to.”

Ben swipes his tongue over his teeth and averts his gaze. He pinches the bridge of his freckled nose, and Y/N can see that she’s right.

“I’m not even sure if I want powers,” she continues after a pause. “But at least this time it was my choice. And I don’t regret it if it means I got to save you, okay?”

When Ben finally looks at her, it breaks her heart. “I don’t wanna be alone.”

Y/N gives him a sad smile. “I know… And you won’t be. I promise.”

Their attention is then temporarily drawn to a groan on the ground. Y/N’s brow furrows as she looks at Homelander’s body and notices his fingers twitching.

“Is he still alive?”

“Looks like it,” Ben replies. But as Y/N gets ready to take care of the problem, he stops her, holding out his flat palm. “Wait, wait, wait… Judging by the wound, he’s gonna be a fucking vegetable. It’s a waste of a kill.” He then grins mischievously at her. “I’ve got a better fucking idea. The other question is: how the fuck do we get outta this place… alive?”

Y/N’s mouth opens, but she doesn’t have an answer aside from a helpless shrug for him. This is as far as she has planned. Actually, she hasn’t planned any of this at all.

“I might be able to help with that,” a woman’s voice sounds behind her.

Y/N’s eyes widen as she recognizes the newcomer, her mouth parting anew in both surprise and shock. Ben, on the other hand, furrows his brow and glares at the stranger as if she had just spoken Russian.

“Who the fuck are you?” Ben prompts and then leans closer to Y/N, whispering in her ear, “Kill her.”

Y/N frowns, but her eyes are glued to the young woman in front of her, the familiarity sinking in. “I can’t,” she grits through her teeth.

“Why the fuck not?” Ben asks now loud enough for everyone to hear, including their guest.

“Because I’m the president,” the woman replies, smiling complacently. “And an old friend.”

Ben’s brow creases even more. “President of what? Cunt-town?”

“The United States, Ben,” Y/N tells him flatly. If she could kick his leg right now, she would. Leave it to her husband to get them both killed.

“Wait, a skirt is president?” Ben arches an eyebrow and mutters, “No wonder this country’s going to shit…”

“Charming,” Victoria Neuman says with a small sigh, but seemingly unbothered by the old-school views. Much like Y/N, she ignores the comment and doesn’t take offense to it. “I can see why you married him,” she adds wryly, looking at Y/N.

“Technically, she wasn’t elected. She was Vice President till President Singer died… accidentally,” Y/N explains, knowing Ben only reads the paper for the sports section and the comic strip. She swallows the thick lump in her throat, her heart thrashing wildly in her chest.

“Ah, I know what that’s code for.” Ben smirks coolly. “Bold move. I can fucking respect that.”

“Yeah, God knows some old fuck’s approval is what I’m looking for,” Neuman taunts, the sarcasm dripping from her red-painted lips.

Ben’s face drops as a bit of anger bubbles up inside of him. That bitch is lucky he’s V-free. He forces a tight-lipped smile. “I’m just saying I would’ve done the same thing, okay?”

“No offense, but you’re too much of a moron for that,” Neuman replies dryly.

Ben’s nostrils flare as he grits, “Offense fucking taken.”

“Okay!” Y/N tries to cut the tension with a nervous chuckle, pushing herself between Neuman and Ben. “How about you just tell us what we have to do to get out of this one?”

“See? She’s smart,” Neuman says and smirks at Ben. “I’ve always liked you, Y/N. You know, when Stan and Grace told me their plan of getting you two involved, I warned them. But they just wouldn’t listen. Everyone always underestimates the orphan. I should know, and so do you. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

“Yeah, guess we’re MVP, after all, Nadia,” Y/N says and makes it a point to emphasize her real name.

Victoria just smiles in response. “So, since you took care of two problems for me, one in here and one out there, I have a proposal for you.”

“What is it?” Y/N knows she’s really out of choices. Either she agrees, or Ben and her will spend the afterlife together.

“I need a new Chief of Staff. I want you to do it. You’re smart, driven, and I know you wanna change shit around here. You wanna make a difference? This is your chance,” Neuman proposes. “You can’t take the cure again. It’s going to kill you. Trust me, we’ve done studies, and the results are not pretty.”

Y/N thinks for a few breaths. “What about Ben?”

“I guess he can live. It’s not like he’s a threat to anyone,” Neuman says and almost sounds bored. “Hell, for all I care, we can even make Soldier Boy a reformed hero for dealing with Homelander. He dies heroically in battle and quietly lives out his retirement in fucking Florida or some shit. We get him a big fucking statue. It’s good publicity.”

Y/N shares a look with Ben. “What d’you think?”

Thoughtfully, Ben clicks his tongue. He supposes it’s the best deal they can get, and declining it would probably get them nowhere, although he hates everything about it.

Swallowing, the former supe nods. “Alright, let’s fucking do this,” he agrees and states his conditions, “But for the record, I’m not moving to shit-ass Florida. I want a nice lake house in Minnesota.”

Victoria rolls her eyes. “Fine, whatever. Minnesota it is.”

“You okay? You ready?” Y/N checks as Ben has made it up the stone steps and halts in front of the big, red door.

“I don’t know. You really think this is a good idea? I’m not sure I can do this,” Ben says and insecurely eyes the entrance.

“You’ll do great, alright?” Y/N smiles encouragingly. “I believe in you.”

“I don’t wanna do this alone. What if I fuck up?” Ben asks.

Amused, Y/N chuckles. “Oh, you’re for sure gonna fuck up.”

The green-eyed man scowls. “That’s fucking reassuring. Thanks.”

“Look, this way you won’t be alone. I’ll wire you money every month and check in as much as I can, alright? You can always call me. This isn’t the end,” Y/N soothes his worries. “Maybe one day there’s a cure that’ll work, and we can be together again for real.”

She forces a weak smile to her lips, although she doesn’t believe her own words. But as long as Ben believes them, it’s enough.

“Okay.” Ben nods and takes a deep breath – in through his nose and out through his mouth. “I think I’m ready now.”

“Good.” Y/N sends him a smile. “You thought of a new name yet?”

“I’m still marinating on it,” Ben grumbles.

“Well, marinate faster. I have to introduce you.”

As they enter the orphanage, Y/N checks them in at the reception and fills out all necessary forms. Ben taps his foot nervously and scratches the back of his neck as they wait before one of Y/N’s former colleagues walks in with a little boy in hand, who’s no older than five.

Ben tries to smile but isn’t sure if it looks creepy, so he stops and opts for a more neutral expression. Y/N, however, immediately kneels down to the young boy and smiles brightly at him. It causes Ben’s heart to ache. She deserved to have all of this, but instead, she gave it all up for him.

“Hey, Benny,” she greets the boy. “You ready to meet your new adoptive parent?”

The boy scrunches his brow in careful suspicion as he eyes his future father-to-be. “I guess so,” he says. “Is that him? He looks like he drives a fucking minivan and offers candy to kids. Are you sure he’s not a pedo, Ms. Y/N?”

Ben purses his lips, biting the insides of his cheeks. The initial smile was definitely a mistake. They’re not off to a good start.

Y/N presses her lips together to muffle her snort. “Yes, Benny, I’m sure,” she replies patiently. “He’s cool, trust me.”

“Fine, whatever.” The kid rolls his eyes. “As long as he’s not fucking vegan like Ms. Teresa. They’re the worst.”

“Ugh, agreed! Do I look like a fucking plant-shitter to you?” Ben asks the boy rhetorically.

“No, you look like a fucking pedo to me,” the boy retorts.

Ben grins broadly at Y/N. “I like the kid. I think I get what you mean now. I see the resemblance.”

“Well, great. Glad you two are hitting it off… I think,” Y/N says with a crinkled brow, although a part of her is doubting her idea. Honestly, it’s wild she’s trusting him with a child. A year ago she would’ve thought that it was insane. “Alright, uh, Benny, this is, uhm–”

“Sam,” Ben proudly introduces himself with his fake name and shakes the kid’s hand. He then notices Y/N’s strange look. “What?”

“Nothing, just… you don’t really strike me as a Sam. That’s all,” she tells him in a whisper-tone, shrugging.

“Oh, really? Well, I don’t give a fuck. I love it,” Ben quips, grinning rather smugly.

“Fine.” Y/N sighs. She turns back to little Ben with a smile. “You guys ready to hit the road?”

“Where are we going?” Benny asks curiously and promptly takes Ben’s hand, dragging the older man through the doors. He’s been waiting to get out of the orphanage for a while, the excitement of finally being able to leave visible in every step he takes.

It’s a fresh start for both of them.

“Uh, Mount Rushmore,” Ben answers.

“Cool! Can we get burgers on the way there? I’m starving.”

“Sure can, kid.”

Y/N can see Ben’s initial hesitance until he eventually accepts it and eases into the situation, holding the boy’s hand tightly. He helps the kid into the car, even puts the seatbelt on, and shuts the door behind him.

Her heart twinges as she watches the two, wishing she could go with them if things were different. However, she knows the risk is too big. She would never forgive herself if she hurt either of them. She doesn’t trust herself enough yet. Maybe someday she can.

“You okay?” Ben asks as he sees the unshed tears brimming in her eyes. He’d dreaded this day for the past few weeks, hoping she’d still change her mind. He hates that this is goodbye, but he supposes he has to set her free now.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Y/N says with a forced smile, but a tear escapes and rolls down her cheek.

“C’mere.”

Y/N protests as Ben slings his arms around her and pulls her flush against him, holding her tightly. He hasn’t touched her since that night, but he doesn’t care anymore. He presses his lips against hers and tastes her one last time.

Breathlessly, Y/N withdraws and sniffles. “Are you fucking insane? I could kill you.”

Ben simply smiles at her. “Hey, if I die kissing you, then that’s a fucking great way to go out. ‘Sides, insanity is contagious,” he quips and sends her a wink. “Thank you… for everything, you know?”

“You’re welcome,” she says quietly and swallows harshly as the tears fall freely now. Not every film has a happy ending. “I guess I’ve done my job as your sponsor. You’ve been successfully rehabilitated.”

Ben snorts. “If by that you mean I’m fucking boring and responsible now then yeah, you’ve done your job.”

“You won’t be bored for long. The kid’s already trying to hotwire the car,” Y/N tells him, laughing.

“Wha–” Ben spins around and points a warning finger at the boy. “Ay! Hands in your fucking lap!”

The kid raises his palms in surrender and yells, “Hurry the fuck up!”

With a shaking head, Ben turns back to her. “Gotta watch that kid like an eagle,” he mutters. He exhales a dreaded breath and licks his lips. “So, I guess this is goodbye, huh?”

Y/N smiles softly, the corners of her mouth reaching her dimples. “Maybe.”

Little Ben gets me every time 😂 Alright, now you may yell and complain, but I love this bittersweet ending 🥲 (But of course, you're welcome to send in requests. Whether it's deleted scenes, bonus shots of a potential future, or some fun Big Ben/Little Ben drabbles)

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[hiraethminds]

i'm interested in hearing more about what you've to say about One and Fanny (but you don't have to talk about 'em unless you want to)

idk if your talking about the ship or the separate characters so I’ll do both:

first normal cannon:

I guess I’ll talk about what attracted me to the characters in the first place! First I liked Fanny bc she has a nice design in bfb and that was it. As I kept watching I really resonated with how expressive and open she is even if it was kinda just… “I hate ____” I love how she seems like a dumb hothead but when you dig a little deeper she has legitimate reasons for her behavior! With good intentions! She’s very passionate about things it’s just hard to tell under that outward demeanor (I am a huge fan of this trope “mean guy with a heart of gold” IT KILLSSS MEEEE J LOVE IT)I liked her even better in tpot because she caused a lot of strife+went thru a lot. I ❤️ messy bitches, but through it all she kept her head on a swivel and came out a better person.

as for one egh I most just like her for the mystery… OKAY BUT IN THE EPS WITH BB AND GATY I KINDA “EHEGHEGEED” a little I LOVE HOW SHORT OF A FUSE SHE HASSSSS. She’s the exact opposite of Fanny and conceals a lot of frustrations she has with the world but you can see peeks of this anger when she gets impatient. I don’t care for villains who have all their shit together and are “cool as a cucumber” 24/7 I so happy she sounds desperate sometimes and that she get annoyed over the smallest things it’s awesome.

Ship ramble below

Thank u for being my sacrificial lamb so that I feel like I have permission to ramble about my crack ship of all time.

disclaimer. This is a crack ship that only exists to amuse me. I don’t take myself seriously. It’s okay if you hate it. If you think I’m the worst person to ever walk the earth for even thinking about it you’d be right, I’m for sure going to all the hells. Judaism, Christianity, Islam, there are also many hells in Buddhism & Hinduism I will be bathed in brimstone.

also this ship is naturally ooc so I’m not to concerned with staying completely in character.

Literally the closest comparison I can make is movie dr.robotnik and stone. it’s entirely one sided, fanny likes girls and one closely resembles a typical girl so wah la girlcrush. But Fanny would also appreciate One’s resilience she would lothe One’s dishonesty so equal parts admiration and “what is wrong with her” the hate leads to an odd obsession which leads to fanny finding something genuinely admirable about One and then this cycle starts over again.

One is uncomfortable working with equals and entirely views Fanny as a dumb pawn, maybe she is aware to some extent Fanny is romantically interested in her but she’ll probably exploit this. Very toxic and bad.

but One finds this entertaining! She dgaf! eventually these feelings of amusement bleed into genuine affection but One will never see Fanny as her intellectual equal. So when Fanny starts getting pissed and is not scared to start calling One out on how much of an asshole they are being, One eventually get #humbled. And then they can be like normal gfs or whatever.

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Next Door

When you try to save your friends from bad press (your father's opinion on them) ending up having to find a way to survive it turns different than what you expected, but along the way there are your best friends, new friends and a very annoying gym bro that lives just Next Door

Previously on... Next Door//More about... Next Door//Next on... Next Door

Vol.7 Ch.30-little kids

She regretted everything: having had too many drinks; focused on the wrong guy; getting drunk to not think about what was happening, but mostly important she regretted how her main focus was Zoro interacting with kids.

She had never saw him like that, and it was not even because he didn’t notice her, he did, and she knew he saw her at her table downing drinks after drinks like no tomorrow.

Her head was throbbing so much Y/N thought her brain was about to get thrown out of her skull.

Taking her phone she checked the time: 8:33 am, then a text message got her attention. It was from Kidd, she unlocked the phone and opened the message app. A simple ‘we need to talk.’

The second she answered, he called. Y/N imagined Kidd eyeing his phone like a hawk. She laughed at that.

“Do you like him?” He started.

“Good morning to you too, I’m great just an headache. What about you? Have you slept good?” She mocked. It was insane, she thought it was just insane to start a conversation like that.

“I don’t… just answer my question. Do you like him? Yes or not?”

“First of all, who do you think I like? And second, why don’t you answer my question?” Leaving her bed she walked to the kitchen, maybe she could try and eat something.

“Because I am waiting for my answer. So? Do you like him?” Y/N had to remind him to be more specific, she had a couple of guys that she liked, not in a romantic way that’s it, but still. “Roronoa Zoro. Do you like Roronoa Zoro?” She laughed. “I’m serious don’t laugh.”

“Are you for real? Roronoa Zoro? The Roronoa Zoro that is always annoyed if I just even breath his way? Man please don’t make me laugh.”

“I’m not, I am dead serious. I didn’t say anything yesterday because it was your cousin’s wedding and I didn’t want to cause a scene but I swear…”

“You swear what? What were you going to do if we weren’t at the wedding?”

“Never mind.” The conversation was going nowhere, Kidd just started yelling and as a consequence Y/N kept raising her voice, which got Eustass Kidd angrier the more they talked.

Y/N was getting impatient, she just wanted to end the conversation here and there but whenever she tried to put an end, he started once again with his stupid ideas that she was just using him to get back at Zoro.

“You are just stupid at this point. I’m not that desperate to get a man attention like that.”

“Oh you forgot how we started talking?” She scoffed, what had that anything to do with their conversation? “I overheard you talking about Law and the second Chopper told you he is not interested in a relationship or whatever you wanted, oh look at her going into her next victim, aka me. I should have known better.”

“Hold on. Is not my fault I like it when a guy looks good. And before you could say…” he cut her off, Kidd didn’t want to know more, he made a mistake and he was paying the price of his decisions. He hung up the phone. “I can’t believe this.” She said and in the heat of the situation she smashed the plate on the ground. She had to cool off before doing anything, before having breakfast, before going out. She has to let it slide and move on with her day.

“Mutherfucker blaming me for his insecurities. Fucking bitch, how dare he yelling at me like… ugghhhh” she walked to her balcony, thinking that maybe some fresh air could have helped her. It did. A bit. Because the memories of last night came back but honestly, she was glad they did. Seeing Zoro making a child smile with just his presence was helping calming her nerves.

The phone in her pocket kept on buzzing, it was getting annoying so she decided to check what was so important to make her phone go off like that.

Zoro was pacing, back and forth in front of the door, he didn’t know what to do, nor what to think. Was the sound he heard a good or bad sign? Was she okay? Was he supposed to call an ambulance? The police? Both?

His phone dinged, taking him away from a spiral of stupid questions, to be honest, and took a deep breath when he saw it was Y/N. She had screenshoted his tweet, he didn’t care much, sent it to him and told him to get inside, the door was unlocked and that she was on the balcony.

He walked inside, the main space was clean, cleaner than what he assumed it was. Zoro had a picture of what Y/N was like and the fact that she always proved him wrong made him upset, he was always right.

Moving his focus to the kitchen, there he saw it: a plate smashed on the ground. Looking more carefully he was happy to not see a single drop of blood, thanking whoever was above him that she wasn’t hurt. Walking to the terrace he started thinking how to approach the topic, how to ask her without being too noisy and without making her mad once again. After hearing her scream he didn’t want any repeat of that.

“So, I heard you screaming and smashing things. Is everything okay?”

“Nothing is okay.” She didn’t move from her position, not a glance his way, nothing. He had to not think much about it, the two of them hated each other. “I woke up with an headache because I got drunk yesterday and I got drunk because…” a pause. “I wanted to” Zoro knew it was a lie but he didn’t care, she was talking to him without a hint of teasing in her voice and for him was good enough.

He spaced out in the middle of her talking, Zoro heard nothing of what she said after, the man was so into his own thought he forgot he was with someone else. Just when Y/N called his name he was back on planet Earth.

“Sorry, you were saying?” She rolled her eyes and walked inside. “If you don’t care, why bother asking.” It wan’t a question and he wasn’t asked to explain himself but he did it regardless. He apologized, explaining that when she talked about the wedding his mind, on its own, started to remember bits of the night before.

“Really, it wasn’t planned. I wanted to know if you were doing fine, genuinely curious.” She sat on her couch and he followed, cautions in case she didn’t want him there. Y/N didn’t say a word, he took it as a good sign, it was fine for him to take a seat next to her. “So, if is not too much to ask, why were you screaming.”

“Eustass fucking Kidd.” Zoro noticed how she called him by his name and not referred to him as ‘punk boy’. He had to bit the inside of his cheeks to not smile at that. “Man is so insecure he thinks I was using him. He implied am I an attention seeker. Do you think I seek for attention?” She was now looking at him, deep into his eyes, his soul. He felt weird.

“No, I don’t think so. Also, Eustass is stupid so don’t listen to him. He is always wrong.” He said. He knew she was going to say something stupid so he managed to play his cards right by anticipating her next question by shutting it down before she could even ask.

“Thanks.” Never in his life he ever thought to heard that word from her, not if it was meant for him, no sir. He didn’t say anything, until he had an idea.

“Are you free today?” Y/N looked at him confused, Zoro could guess what she was thinking right now, but just waited for an answer. She told him Franky was nice enough to give her a day off. “Great. So go change, I have something in mind that might take your mind off of things.” She pondered what to do, he saw it but then agreed.

“I’ll be right back.” She said heading to her room.

Y/N was dying inside. She wanted to know where were they going, what were they going to do, but she didn’t dare to ask. Zoro had told her it was going to be a surprise, so even if she asked he wasn’t going to talk.

“Please tell me.” She gave in. She couldn’t stay any longer without knowing.

“I told you it is a surprise, and besides we are almost there.” He answered.

It was true, not even five minutes later Zoro parked his car and invited her to get out the car, to which she didn’t have to be told twice.

“A…dojo?” Seeing the building she was in a loss for words. Why did he took her there? Was she going to take part of the class? Was he going to give her a private lesson? What was happening?

“Yeah, I have a lesson and a meeting with a special guest. I thought it was going to be of help. I can drive you back home if you want.” Y/N looked at him, then she looked back at the dojo. Her eyes shifted between the man and the building a couple of times, she couldn’t believe what was happening. “So?”

She agreed. It could go any worst than this morning right?

She regretted accepting the idea. She was surrounded by kids, not older than 10 years old, asking questions and question and more questions all together. Some of them complimented her beauty, one of the kids joked about being the happiest guy if she was to go out with him.

“Do you like master Roronoa?” She didn’t know if she was supposed to laugh or yell at the kid for the question. It took her sometimes to come up with an answer good enough to shut him up but before she could mutter a single word, Zoro walked in.

Y/N had a thought, for a second she had an unholy thought about Zoro dressed in that samurai edoten. The color wasn’t that flattering but she knew that if it was anyone else they couldn’t pull it off as much as Zoro was.

He smiled at her, the kids too immersed in the stretching session to notice the exchange of looks the two adults were having. Y/N scoffed and went back to the exercises.

After the stretching was over, Zoro personally handed the students a wooden sword.

“Do as much as you can. This time I won’t push you too much.” He said, winking at her.

“No, I don’t…”

“Okay now, before the beautiful lady that joined us can waste our time take your position and let’s start.” Y/N’s mind was racing, she couldn’t believe he thought she was coming back at the dojo; she couldn’t believe he winked at her while saying that; she couldn’t believe he called her beautiful. He just called her beautiful and she didn’t know what that meant.

She couldn’t ask for explanations, she couldn’t take Zoro outside and ask him to explain himself so she just kept on doing what she was told to do.

Zoro was happy, happier than usual. He loved training his little samurai in the art. He grew up in the dojo, he was immersed in such a beautiful tradition he took proud in teaching the new generations about it, in hope they would take it to heart and teach it to the future generations.

His happiness was because she was laughing. It was the first time since the wedding he saw her laughing to her heart content and now, watching his students show off in front of her, Y/N was having the time of her life.

“Okay okay, enough now. Give me back the swords and go change. I have a little surprise so don’t be late.” As on cue the kids rushed to Zoro heading their weapon, Y/N followed in tow. “You can go home if you want, I need to stay and check the kids for another hour and a half.” He said once she was close enough to hear him. Unbeknownst to the both of them the kids were looking at them, laughing and giggling at the interaction.

“I think I’m going to stay. I don’t want to go home yet. If that’s okay, of course.” He waited before answering.

“Go change then. I’ll see you at the front desk later.” Zoro watched her leave the room and when he was sure she couldn’t him he called his little students. “Okay, listen to me. The lady that joined us today had a pretty bad morning so now do me a favor. Either in groups or one by one, I really don’t care, go to the garden by the main entrance and give her a compliment. Anything to make her smile okay?” They all nodded “great, now go change first.”

It didn’t took Zoro long to change so he was able to see, from afar that’s it, the kids doing as they were told, watching carefully how Y/N reacted at the compliments she was receiving.

“I thought you hated her?” Kuina asked, stopping next to her cousin.

“I thought that too.” He said. “Now let’s get this room ready for our guests.”

[tealfling]

Thinking about my game on a 7 hour car ride.

A/N: Does anyone else notice in game you can just turn around and Astarion is nowhere to be found? (Probably stuck on a ledge)

Amaranth hates that.

Astarion x Named F!Tav Amaranth

Summary: While looking a bookshelf, tiefling cleric Amaranth notices a normally close member of her party is missing. This sends her into a panic attack as she tries to find him.

Part 1? Idk, part 2 would probably be just smut (which I’m willing to try if there’s interest), none here though. Allusions to all Cazador’s shit. Pg13 SFW. Wrote on my phone during a car ride, light proofreading

Tail end of Act 1~

Do Not Go Far From Me.

The dust made her nose itch. Amaranth pulled a sooty tome from the rotting shelf. The spine was in surprisingly good shape considering how long this particular establishment must have been abandoned. Its title had faded from the cover, but she thumbed through it. There were enough readers in camp that it could be interesting to someone. In fact, she was sure Gale was in the room ahead doing the very same. He and Lae'zel rounded out the day's team.

It wouldn't show very good leadership skills to continue to leave them at camp just because they'd hurt her feelings. Amaranth felt if not given the chance to use the sword she was constantly sharpening Lae'zel might turn it on the group at this point. And, admittedly, Gale's knowledge of the arcane was unmatched in their party.

Amaranth skimmed the pages. A pointed grin bloomed when she realized it was a rather raunchy read, not A Pleasurable Deal, by any measure, but certainly the sort of thing she and her favorite traveling companion have been secretly hiding in each other's things. Part of their game. "Ooh," she cooed, "looks like I found something else for you to sink your teeth into, Fangs," her tone intentionally flirtatious. When there was no response, Amaranth turned calling over her shoulder, "Astarion?" The small chamber was empty of the pale elf she sought. Huh. He was right behind her in the hall. Maybe he went ahead with Gale.

The purple tiefling went to the next room with a call, "Gale?" His immediate response relieved her in a way she wasn't expecting, at least they hadn't decided to leave her behind.

"Yes?" The brunette human man looked up from the book he was inspecting.

"Have you seen Astarion?"

"No, last I saw him he was with you." Gale answered, replacing the tome in hand and pulling another from the shelf.

"Same. Where's Lae'zel?" Amaranth looked around, noticing the grumpy gith was absent from the room.

Gale answered over his shoulder, "She went to through the door on the left, just there." He nodded in the direction of the far side of the chamber. His demeanor was calm and it helped Amaranth stay level. They were all adults. They didn't need hand holding. They were just exploring these rooms for supplies like her. She didn't need to mother hen them. They didn't need her to keep tabs on them. Astarion often became impatient of her looting. He preferred to pilfer treasure or items obviously worth their weight in gold. While Amaranth seemed cursed to touch everything. He was probably in the next room bitching with Lae'zel.

Except, he wasn't. Lae'zel was the only living thing standing in the dim chamber. She was lighting a brazier. The room had more of the same, broken or rotten wood furniture and crumbling stone. No elf. Amaranth's stomach churned.

"Hey, have you seen Astarion?" She was sure she asked calmly. Sure her voice didn't crack.

Lae'zel clicked her tongue annoyed, "I am not your pale shadow's keeper."

Amaranth's heart dropped in her stomach. Fuck. She'd fucked up. "Gale!" She called whipping around on her heel. When he met her at the door, she didn't give him a chance to speak. Her purple hands grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him in the gith's direction. The wizard opened and closed his mouth several times, settling on a worried look when he realized how panic began to manifest on their leader.

"Stay with Lae'zel." The fighter rolled her eyes and hissed, an objection or snide comment cut off when Amaranth snapped at her, "DO NOT let him out of your sight! Do you understand me?! That is an order!" The tiefling's opal eyes blackened and her fangs reared, they'd only seen her do this the few times she's threatened someone and her emotions got the better of her. It'd never been used on any of them before. Lae'zel smirked. Teethling.

"I'm going to double back and look for Astarion," Amaranth continued, forcefully taking slow deep breaths. She didn't mean to bark at them like that. A leader should be level-headed and calm. Why did they give her that damned title? She felt like she was going to vomit. "Please," she begged, "stay here. Stay together."

She whipped around, rushing through the previous room. Her mind raced. She only looked away for a second. He was right there. She should have paid more attention. He needed more of her attention. Sure Mizora had popped into camp once, but she hadn't threatened to take Wyll. Just days ago they had run into a Gur monster hunter, in the middle of a swamp of all places, looking for Astarion. Her pulse hammered in her ears. People were looking for him, hunting him. Her mouth ran dry, but she swallowed nervously. Cazador was going to take him the first chance he got. Amaranth felt so stupid. How could she be so careless? It was foolish to take her eyes off him for a moment. Every footfall, every heartbeat, every empty hall, every rapid glance where he wasn't, Amaranth's fear grew.

She was supposed to protect him. She said she would help him. She was beginning to think she could save him. How could she do anything if she lost him?

In the odd way she had come to serve the Raven Queen, Amaranth had never once felt the need to pray to her Matron. Not like a normal cleric. But in recent times Amaranth had experienced many firsts, and the sting in her eyes had a new one form on her heart. As the name of the Raven Matron bubbled her lips, Amaranth cornered a right straight into a wall.

A pliable, leathery wall.

Amaranth stumbled back, disoriented from the unexpected change in momentum. Quick arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her forward again. She grabbed at their base trying to steady herself from the constant change in direction. Her head was already dizzy from all the panicked adrenaline. When the room stopped spinning, Amaranth looked up into a pale face meeting red hooded eyes.

"Thank the fucking gods," Amaranth choked in a small breath. All of them if she needed to.

"Why, hello, my Sweet, looking for a--" Astarion didn't get to finish his line before purple fists slammed into his chest.

"No! None of the seductive bullshit! I was looking for YOU, you dumbass!" Again she brought her fists down on his chest piece in fury, much of the force was taken by the armor so it didn't bother Astarion. Not the way the angry, teary eyes scanning him did. "Where the fuck were you?! You were right behind me last I checked and then you were gone! No one knew where you were!! I thought a monster hunter or-*gasp*- or- *wheeze*- Cazador's minions had grabbed you!" She gripped his armour, trying to shake him, but there wasn't enough strength in it to move him.

Now Astarion was the one that was concerned, the little purple tiefling kept trying to swallow air she wasn't getting, making a sickening wheezing noise instead. Her bright diamond eyes unfocused and wild. A panic attack. Something he was all too familiar with. Her pulse rapid and unnatural in his ear, her delicious scent tainted with fear, her expressive tail limp on the ground.

Thinking quickly, Astarion cupped her cheeks, massaging them with his thumbs, as he shushed her. "Darling, I need you to take deep breaths for me, okay? I'm sorry. Listen to me, I need you to breathe," he mummered. He took several breaths of his own, but she didn't slow hers. "My dear, look at me, what color are my eyes?" The tiefling continued to gasp, "My Love, you're ok. You're all right. I'm all right." Astarion was trying his best to calm her, but he could feel her hands trembling on his arms even through the bracers. "Try to breathe with me, please Amaranth," he implored, touching his forehead to hers. Her breath hitched and she finally focused on him, slowly catching his rhythm.

When it seemed like her breathing and her pulse were manageable, Astarion gently tucked a strand of Amaranth's pearly hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "Are you ok now?" He asked pulling her into his arms when she nodded that she was. "Good," he said resting his cheek on her forehead.

What the hells just happened? He had gotten distracted looking at something, he couldn't even remember what it was. Certainly nothing worth, well, causing this. Amaranth was known for becoming engrossed in looting herself, sometimes wandering away, and though it often gave Astarion a nervous pit in his stomach, it'd never been this bad for either of them. She'd mentioned the Gur and Cazador. That conversation happened a couple of days ago now. Like most things, Amaranth seemed to take it all in her righteous stride. Barely noting that Astarion's baggage would add extra people after their tail, but promising to deal with it if it came up all the same. He didn’t think it bothered her this much. That she cared this much. He didn’t want her to feel this way. Astarion stroked her hair guiltily, this was not part of his plan.

Amaranth pulled back her head, giving herself room to palm the tears from her eyes and cheeks. "Sorry," she sniffed. "You scared the life out of me! You dork!" She grumbled, smacking him on the chest again this time more playfully. Astarion made a big show of wincing, even though she knew she didn't hit hard enough to hurt. They chuckled. "I found another raunchy book for you," she explained, suddenly looking around for a book she was no longer holding, "guess I dropped it."

Astarion purred, "Pity, I do so enjoy our secret book club." If she was feeling better, he wanted to get her laughing and joking again. He still had his arms around her waist, where she was trapped and couldn't flee, making it easy to lean in for the tease.

"Yeah, well, when I went to hand it to you, you weren't there!" Amaranth huffed leaning back, then she pinched her brow. "Instead, I found myself alone with Gale and Lae'zel,” she pouted.

Astarion mocked apologetically, "A truly detestable fate, my Dear, and one I am sincerely sorry for inflicting on you." He gave her a roguish grin before nuzzling his nose into the side of her jaw and peppering kisses down her neck. His trail followed his favorite vein, stealthily monitoring her steadying pulse. "Tell me, my pet, how would you like me to make it up to you?" He punctuated each word with a kiss and his tongue intentionally grazed her throat when it could, pursuing a reaction.

"Well, going forward," Amaranth stated evenly as Astarion worked his lips along her neck down to the dip of her clavicle in search of his desired response. Bracing herself on his biceps, but offering more of what little flesh she had exposed from armor she continued calmly, "if you're going to disappear, you could do me the honor of taking me with you. That way if anything does happen we can at least die together. Better to be dead with you than left alone with the other two."

Her statement was matter of fact and untheatrical, but ripped Astarion from his endeavor immediately to catch her gaze. When she turned her chin to face him, Amaranth wore her normal gentle smile.

There was a long, pregnant pause hung in the air. It grew heavy. Something building between them. Ready to birth. After Astarion didn't move for several seconds, Amaranth thought that she might have broken him with the way his face was frozen. It wasn't an expression she'd seen on him before and after a while the intense way he bore into her made her uneasy.

She chuckled nervously surveying his face, "What? What is it? Astarion?" Amaranth crinkled her nose and silver brows confused. His face softened and his red eyes flitted from her eyes to her lips. That strange weight of the moment deepened as she felt her lids lower, her own eyes set to mimic his. She felt the pull when she regarded his mouth and realized it was drawing closer to her own.

He brought one hand up to cup her face, almost smiling when he felt her tail hesitantly curl around his leg. The last time Astarion had her in his bedroll was the first time he felt her tail that way. Admittedly, at the time, it surprised him as he hadn't anticipated a slithering sensation around his leg. But right now, it felt like it could tether him to her. An anchor him to her safety. Her warmth. Whatever this building between them was. Inviting him. He slowly slid his fingers through her hair, losing himself in her eyes, being lulled by the steady increase of her pulse as her anticipation grew.

Amaranth slowly brought her hands to his face, delicately fluttering her fingers along Astarion's defined jaw, preparing to pull him closer. To close the gap.

"Have you found him?" Gale's earnest call from around the corridor corner startled Amaranth completely making her jump back. When she whirled around, Gale was just rounding the cobbled corner. “Hello?”Lae'zel's armour could also be faintly heard echoing off the stone--now that Amaranth wasn’t listening to her own heartbeat ring in her ears. "Ah, there you are," Gale said cooly. "Sorry to defy orders, but we figured more eyes would better the search. Seems like you found him easy enough. See? No need to worry yourself."

Amaranth exhaled heavily, putting a hand to her chest. "Mystra help you, Gale, you almost gave me a heart attack!" The tiefling bit, straightening herself.

"Ah, sorry about that. Well, seeing as you don't currently appear to be experiencing cardiac arrest, I'll say that's no harm done." Lae'zel clicked her tongue when she appeared behind the wizard. Gale peered around Amaranth, "What about our vanished vampire friend?" The human's chipper tone dropped when two very vexed crimson eyes shimmered over her shoulder.

Astarion hissed, “Oh, I’m fine, Gale. Just peachy. I didn’t realize you’d miss me enough to come looking for me yourself. I must say, I’m touched.” The elf placed a hand to his chest, but his tone didn’t match his words.

“g'lyck.” Lae’zel sneered, “Now that Astarion is found, I see no reason to waste time any longer. If this place does not contain the answers we seek, let us return to camp.”

For once, Amaranth was thankful of Lae’zel’s short fuse. “Alright, Lae’zel, lead the way,” she nodded, “I don’t think my heart could handle anymore jumpe scares.”

[crimsonedquill]

Hey there! Just gonna pop in and tell you you're doing god's work! 💚💙 And I'm addicted to Tumblr again bc of your blog lmao

If you're still accepting requests, can we have some sweet, loving and deliciously smutty Imelda x f!mc, except MC is self-conscious about her battle scars and Imelda rushing to console her even if she isn't particularly good at it

A Little Love (Imelda Reyes x f!MC)

I keep insisting this totally isn’t an Imelda Reyes stan blog but then I see another Melly request and it’s like who am I kidding lol

I also say this far too often but I really had a ton of fun with this prompt, it might just be my favourite yet. Imelda x feelings is a combo I’ll never not enjoy writing!

(Also, to the lovely anon who requested a sequel to the smutty shower post, I know this doesn’t technically count but I definitely consider it a spiritual successor 😛)

Content warning: NSFW (18+). Foul language, heavy smut, discussion of feelings.

MC was lying on her back in the middle of the big four-poster bed when she heard wet footsteps approaching from the adjacent bathroom. She looked up from the book she’d been reading to see Imelda leaning against the doorpost, hair still damp from her shower, wearing nothing but a comfy shirt and a particularly shit-eating grin.

“See anything you like?” MC asked as she returned to her book, her lips forming a smile behind the pages.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” came the retort. “We both know I could get much better.”

“Right. Can’t help but notice you’re standing half-naked in my bedroom, though.”

Imelda left her spot at the door and strode toward the bed, swaying her hips in that especially alluring way she knew MC liked. Sure enough, the girl briefly stole a glance over the cover, though her eyes quickly darted back to the text when the Captain stopped in front of her, hands at her hips. “I do admit you may have certain… redeeming qualities.”

“Uh-huh,” MC said.

“All the studying definitely isn’t one of them, though.” Imelda let herself fall on the bed, plopping her head on MC’s belly. “Fuck’s sake,” she sighed, “You have no idea how horny I am right now.”

MC flipped a page, undisturbed. “So, play with yourself or something.”

“Oh, I just might. I bet you’d love to see me put up a show.” The Slytherin smirked at her, propping herself up on her elbows. “Hey, I have a better idea.”

“What’s that?”

“You dump that stupid book, and I’ll fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk upright for a week.”

“Merlin,” MC laughed, “never really been one for romance, have you?”

Imelda rolled her eyes. “Okay. How about, “I wish to consummate our love, you stuck-up precious bitch”?”

MC giggled again. As far as love confessions went, this was probably the best she could get from Slytherin’s finest.

“Whad’ya say, though?” Imelda asked, eagerly nuzzling her tummy. “Up for a little girl-on-girl time?”

“Oh, I don’t know. There’s just so much studying left to do –”

“Fuuuuuuuuck that,” Imelda whined. “Your books always get all of the attention. I think it’s time you gave me some.”

MC smirked. Annoying Imelda Reyes would never not be one of her favourite pastimes. “Someone’s sounding a little needy.”

“Damn right I do. I’m a needy little love sponge. And I need you to soak me.”

All right, that had no business sounding as hot as it did. It probably also didn’t help that she’d been feeling a twitching down in her core since the moment Imelda had appeared in the doorway, practically looking ready to jump her right then and there. Not that she’d ever admit the Slytherin had that effect on her. She wouldn’t hear the end of it.

Imelda lightly caressed her through her sweater, correctly having read her lack of response. MC murmured, adjusting her hips a little. She felt a couple of fingers trying to sneak under the garment and quickly moved her hand to intercept them. “The top stays on.”

Imelda huffed something, too impatient to put up much of a fight. MC knew she had every right to complain. They’d had sex before, but it had never gotten to the point where MC had felt comfortable enough to go completely bare. There had always been stupid reasons, silly excuses, even the occasional argument. But Imelda had never pressed her.

Sometime, they would figure it out together, she decided. For now, however, Imelda seemed content, quickly hooking her fingers into the waistband of her trousers before slipping them over her hips. Her eyes lit up at her find.

“Oh, you lying –” she cursed triumphantly, “you are dripping like a good little bitch.”

Indeed she was. In fact, now that her cunt was exposed to her partner’s gaze, MC felt just how much she was throbbing, folds thick and swollen with desire. Imelda placed her hands in her thighs, slowly forcing them apart, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin. MC was glad the book was hiding most of the dark flush that was suddenly creeping up her cheeks. Not that she doubted for a second that Imelda knew exactly what she was doing; the mischievous smirk as she was drawing small circles around the rim of her achingly hot cunny said as much.

“You want this, don’t you?” the Slytherin teased, bringing up a finger, tip coated in slick. The other brushed ever so closely past her damp folds, causing a shiver to course through MC’s body. She simply nodded, lest her shaky breath would betray just how much she was dying for Imelda’s touch –

Another menacing chuckle, another brush against her tender lips. Fucking hell, there were days when she really wanted to curse Imelda’s proficiency in girl pussy – she knew she could keep this up all day if she wanted to, just edging her until she was a hot mess, begging for release.

“I guess I could give you what you need, but, oh, I don’t know,” Imelda mused. “What’s in it for little old me?”

Of course. Everybody knew Imelda Reyes didn’t do favours. Normally MC wouldn’t be so quick to indulge her, but she was bloody aching and she wanted to get off –

“Please…” she murmured from behind the book.

Imelda traced another circle, chuckling to herself. “I’m sorry, what’s that?”

MC dropped the book to shoot her a glare. “Would you please fuck my pussy alr –”

But the rest of her plea was lost in a powerful moan as her mouth fell open, eyes widening.

Ooooooooooh fuuuuuuuuuuuu –

It was good. So good. Imelda had plunged two of her fingers inside of her, cutting off her breath and sending her into a delightful fit. She shuddered as the digits dipped past her folds, sliding inside, sliding home.

“Bloody hell, I can tell how much you’ve missed me,” Imelda said, almost in wonder. Merlin, yes, she didn’t even realise how much she had been yearning for the feeling, but all of that didn’t matter now; Imelda had her, she had her now and she wouldn’t stop until MC was screaming her name –

MC whined softly, chest rising, book slipping out of her fingers and landing on the ground with a thud. Imelda smiled up at her, beginning to pump at a slow pace to let her acclimatise to the rhythm. Hell, if only MC realised how much this was turning her on, having her completely at her mercy, dictating every pulse, every twitch, every component of her pleasure. She felt heat beginning to build up between her own legs as she watched the girl writhe and twist on her fingers.

“Such a good, tight pussy,” Imelda cooed. “So fucking wet for me.”

She twisted her fingers, curling them inside of MC so she could reach that special little spot that always made her squirm. As she had predicted, it didn’t take long for her effort to be rewarded with a whimper and a gush of sweet juice spilling from MC’s fleshy curtains.

“That’s it,” she hissed contently. Fuck almighty, she had to get in on this somehow. Without losing pace for even a second, she wrestled her undies down past her knees and climbed on top of MC’s thigh, letting out a groan of relief as her heat was met with some much-needed friction. She began rocking back and forth, wetness spilling out of her, eyes burning lustfully as she fingerbanged MC nice and hard.

MC was beyond words. Her head had fallen to the side, eyes closed, lips mouthing silent curses as she fought back against the rising tide of her orgasm. She didn’t want this to end, fuck, she wanted to feel like this forever, she wanted to be fucked right out her senses, and then she wanted Imelda’s mouth on her until the sun came up and then she wanted oh fuck fuck fuck –

“Come on then, bitch,” Imelda growled between her own gasps, “you know I won’t stop until I’ve got you spitting over my fingers like a sweet little –”

That did it. MC came, clamping down on Imelda’s fingers, a strained cry slipping through her lips as electric waves rippled up from her core. The Slytherin looked on in awe her back arched up from the bed, the sweater slipping back to reveal just a tiny inch of marked flesh – wait, was that…

But then MC collapsed back again. Imelda waited a moment before she withdrew her fingers, the digits making a lewd sloshing sound as a blob of MC’s girly juices trickled from her well-fucked hole. Neither of them spoke as they sat there, air thick with the musky scent of sex and the sound of their breathing. Imelda noticed she she was more preoccupied with her new discovery than the fact that that she hadn’t even achieved her own climax yet. She had never told her about the scars. Why had she never told her about the scars?

As she managed to recover her breath, MC lifted her head to flash her a weak smile. Imelda didn’t return it. Without warning, she suddenly reached for MC’s sweater and gave it a yank, causing the girl to back away from her with a gasp. She drew her knees up to her chest and looked at her, breathing heavily, eyes wide.

“When were you planning on telling me?” Imelda asked, sounding betrayed.

MC seemed at a loss of words. She was clearly panicking, stuttering as she frantically searched for an excuse. “Mel, I –”

“‘Cause these aren’t new,” Imelda interrupted, pointing to her stomach. “Is that why you always weasel out when I want to see you? Are you saying you don’t trust me?”

“No, Mel, t-that’s not it at all –” MC sighed, casting her eyes down. “Look, I was going to tell you, but I didn’t want to do it now –”

Imelda shrugged, crossing her arms. Maybe she should have felt bad for more or less ambushing MC during what was clearly a vulnerable moment, but either way, she wasn’t feeling any hint of shame. “Might as well. Who knows, I could reward you with another fuck when you’re done confessing, since you seem to think that’s all I’m good for.”

MC’s eyes suddenly shot up again, her tone shifting. “Really? You’re not sure you’ve got that backwards?”

Imelda frowned. “Huh?”

“Because that’s exactly the reason I was afraid to tell you,” MC continued. “Look, Mel, I – I think you’re great. I think the sex is great. But I keep wondering if that’s literally all there is to… us. Our relationship. To be honest, most of the time I can’t even tell if you’re in love with me or with my body.”

The words lingered, prickling, stinging. Imelda felt something unpleasant crawling up inside her chest. She wanted to say something, but her mind had trouble stringing together her thoughts. That wasn’t true – she didn’t think of MC that way, did she?

“I didn’t want you to know because –” MC hesitated, but then said firmly, “Because I thought you’d lose interest if you knew.”

Oh, shite. This couldn’t be happening. Imelda squeezed her eyes shut, sighed, pinched the bridge of her nose, tried to gather her thoughts. “Fucking hell, MC.”

“You wanted to know. Now you do.” MC sat silently, still holding her knees as she waited for the Slytherin’s response. There was nothing more left to say, no more secrets. Whatever was coming, she would face it.

“I – I don’t –”

Imelda growled, frustrated with herself. She never got tongue-tied, so why was she doing it now? Pull yourself together, Reyes.

“I don’t love your body,” she muttered, before correcting herself. “No, I mean, I do love your body, but I also love you and… fuck, you know what I mean.”

MC was still looking at her, her expression unchanging. She took a deep breath and tried again.

“What I mean to say is – yes, okay, I like sex. Sex is nice, it’s simple. I’ve never cared much for sappiness, the pet names and flowers and holding hands, because you know, there’s always… more. I suppose I just… I’m afraid to get bogged down in stupid shite and commitments I don’t want.”

Hell, that couldn’t have come out crappier even if she had wanted to. She quickly tried to think of something else to say, but then MC suddenly took her hand. “I understand.”

Imelda looked at her, confused. “You do?”

“Of course. Merlin, I was surprised when you took an interest in me in the first place. The great Imelda Reyes, stooping to the level of such a measly peasant –”

“Oh, fuck you.”

MC chuckled. “But, you know, it’s all right. I never expected you to ask for my hand in marriage. You have your life, and I have mine. Though, that doesn’t mean we couldn’t get a little… intimate when we have each other to ourselves.”

Her thumb lightly stroked Imelda’s hand, the simple gesture doing more to excite her than she’d ever expected. She suddenly realised they were both still bare past their navels, her pussy immediately throbbing at the thought.

The expression on MC’s face bore something soft, something tender. It was as if Imelda only now realised how utterly beautiful she was. She swiftly moved in at her own volition, and just like that their lips were moving together, tongues meeting in a delicious kiss. Imelda slipped a hand underneath MC’s sweater, lips curling at her being rewarded with a soft moan. She spent a few moments palming the naked flesh before moving in with her other hand. MC shivered as she was relieved of the garment, though she wasn’t afraid – not anymore.

Imelda cooed with delight as she drank in MC’s naked torso; the embroidery of scars etched into her abdomen and arms, and then her breasts, beautiful curves ending into pink nipples. She didn’t know what all the fuss had been about, MC looked fucking hot. She was barely able to contain herself as she bent over and pressed her face between MC’s tits, devouring them with a ravenous hunger. The girl threw her head back, whimpering as Imelda kissed and suckled on the tender flesh, taking one of her nipples between her teeth to tug at it.

The sounds MC was making shattered the last of her resolve. That was it, she had to feel her. Quickly pulling back to throw off her own shirt, Imelda rushed to return to MC’s warmth, letting out a relieved groan as their tits started rubbing together, bodies slick with sweat.

“So pretty,” she gasped, “so fucking pretty,”

MC smiled at her, bringing a hand around to pull her down into another feverish kiss. She brought up her hips, essentially locking Imelda in place as they continued rutting in their sweet embrace. It was pretty damn perfect. As she moved, Imelda imagined she could even slide into her own release if they kept going like this, though then her lust-fuelled mind conceived of a better idea.

Wrestling herself free, she sat upright as MC looked at her with questioning eyes. “Patience,” she smirked as she seized MC’s legs and started repositioning herself. It took her a while to find a satisfying configuration, but eventually she managed to bring herself into a good position, her aching cunt just inches away from MC’s.

A sigh of relief fell from her lips as their slick cores finally came together. She quickly started scissoring, their folds producing a series of increasingly wet sounds as they rubbed against each other. They quickly mixed with the moans and whines from the two girls, joining as one in their experience of nothing but pure bodily ecstasy.

Imelda was seeing stars. She’d always loved physicality, whether it was punishing her body during a Quidditch match or rubbing one out when she was feeling needy. This, however, this felt… amazing. It was as if she was experiencing MC in a whole new realm of pleasure, feeling everything from her frantic breath to the muscles moving underneath her damp skin to her clit brushing against her own –

As much as she had resisted the idea, she had to admit that making love did seem to have some benefits.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a particularly loud cry from MC. “M-Melly,” she whimpered, “c-close…”

Imelda, too, sensed her own climax approaching, waves of heat welling up from the place where they connected through their slick.

“Good girl,” she purred. “Come for me…”

It took just a few more ruts for MC to crash over the edge; her own release followed suit, arriving in a paralysing surge of pure pleasure that had her choke back a loud roar. She collapsed on top of MC, letting her head fall in the crook of her neck. MC held her close, whispering soothing words to her as she trembled with aftershocks.

After they had recovered from their respective mind-shattering orgasms, they settled into a spooning position, MC wrapping herself in Imelda’s embrace. They lay silently for a while, until MC spoke up: “So… how was that for you?”

“Still weird as hell, I’ll admit,” Imelda replied. “But I think I’m coming around.”

MC chuckled. “As long as we aren’t discussing feelings, clearly.”

“Hey, I was making an honest effort there, bitch.”

“I know.” MC turned to kiss her on the lips. “I love you, okay?”

“Uh-huh.” Imelda wrapped an arm around her, pulling her bare frame closer against her own. “Let’s go to sleep, I’m tired.”

Closing her eyes, MC prepared herself for her venture into nightly depths, enjoying the feeling of Imelda’s warm body. She’d surely have thought the Slytherin was fast asleep the moment she had gone silent, but then came Imelda’s voice: “MC?”

“Hm?”

“I love you too.”

[r-ando-m-w-rite-r]

Heroes Don’t Always Wear Capes

-A little Revenant x reader story. 

-2601 words (oooooooh, I see you, me)

-This was a crappy prompt that I just followed through with, not sure if anyone will like it and I’m about to find out.

-FYI: The real fluff is at the end, even though there really isn’t much, sorry not sorry.

-Warning: Threats, fluff, bad grammar, and extreme annoyingness. Sorry in advance to all those Octane lovers out there, I used to be one myself. [ Still kinda am ;) ]

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“Ay, (y/n), sup?”

You jumped slightly at the sudden hand that landed on your shoulder. Octavio Silva hopped onto the open barstool beside you, quickly swiveling to face you. His eyes were lethargic as he quickly looked over you. Like you hadn’t noticed. “Say, what brings you here?”

“I just wanted a drink, the week’s been stressful.”, you muttered out, not really looking to socialize. Matchmaking had been a bitch over the last few days, and almost every game you had played in you had been partnered with the annoying twerp next to you. Of course, he was only yet a child, so cut him some slack. 

However, you began to feel frustrated now that he thinks you and him were ‘meant to be’ or whatever he said with dreamy eyes last match. “Chica, we’ve been paired again! Looks like we’re meant to be!” Yeah, no thanks. 

“Hey, chicaaaa, hola? You there?” You retreated from your thoughts to the speed devil’s annoying nagging and his hand waving in your face. You gently but firmly pushed it away before taking a swig of your beer. It was almost empty, so you tapped it on the counter. Within seconds, Mirage appeared in front of you.

“Another fill?”, he asked in a hurry. Somewhere off there was a crash that sounded like a glass shattering, followed by a yelp, and he sighed. Suddenly, another Mirage came running up. “Hey! Whatchu doing? I run the bar around here, get back to work.” He pointed towards where the commotion was coming from, and the first Mirage sighed again. “Worth a shot.”, he muttered, walking off.

“So..”, the real Mirage, you assumed, said. “Another fill?”

“Yes please.”, you replied, sliding the glass over to him impatiently. Mirage nodded, but before he could walk off, Octane interjected.

“Wait!” Mirage’s back was to him, but you barely saw him roll his eyes before turning to the kid with a forced grin plastered onto his face. 

“What is it, buddy?”, he said, a note of irritation in his voice. “I’m a little busy here.”

“Charge her bill to my tab, will ya?”, he said carefree, turning back to you. “It’s the least I can do, since I would consider this our first date.” You saw Mirage’s eyebrow lift, and you knew what was coming.

“Are-are you guys-?”

“No, we aren’t dating.”, you muttered. “In fact, not even interested.” Octane just scoffed before looking at the bartender and whispering to him, “She’s just nervous.”

“I can hear you.”, you said nonchalantly. You were getting pissed at him, and quick.

Octane gave you a look before continuing to say, “Like I said.” That was it. You quickly stood up, your fist slamming into the counter. Both of the men looked at you, confused. Mirage slowly backed up, opening his mouth to say something, but you cut him off.

“You know what?”, you muttered through semi-gritted teeth. “I think I’ve had enough alcohol for the night.” Fishing out a twenty from your pocket, you tossed it on the counter. “Keep the change.” You turned around, walking in the opposite direction and towards the exit. 

“T-Thanks?”, you heard Mirage say, but it was quickly cut off by Octane. 

“W-Wait, (y/n)!” You heard his metal legs scrambling across the floor as he tried to catch up with you. You took a deep breath, trying to control yourself. Why wouldn’t he just leave you alone? At this point, most of the people in the bar were staring at you, and you didn’t like the attention.

He caught up with you, panting slightly. “Now just hold on a second, chica.”, he started, keeping pace with you while struggling to look at your face. “Did I do something? Do you want me to get you another drink? Can I-” You pushed through the swinging doors, and as you did, one swung back and smacked him right in the face. You heard him grunt in pain. Good, maybe it broke his nose and it would hurt too much to talk. 

You started down the hallway, leading to your dormitory on the east wing of the Apex Legends Facility. As much as you enjoyed visiting Paradise Lounge, Octavio was just too much to handle on a daily basis.

You listened, but you didn’t hear him anymore. Good. You turned a corner, looking back for a second, but as you did you ran into something. Something hard. You stepped back, shaking your throbbing head before looking forward. There stood a growling Revenant. Shit.

His two bright LEDs shone down at you, and he looked very pissed. But he also looked kind of..confused? “Damn, sorry, I didn’t mean that. Oh, ah, I gotta go-”, you jumbled out quickly before anything could escalate. There were too many things going on at once. Darting past his large metal frame, you continued on. You heard metal scraping against metal and could only assume he turned his head to watch you walk off. Eerie, but you did just run into him, so.

You growled as you turned another corner, this time looking ahead. Guilt floated around in the back of your mind as you thought back to Octane, but you just pushed it away. The sun was setting though the glass walls that bordered the hallway, and a purple hue was appearing just above the horizon. 

Speaking of her, Horizon turned the corner, pieces and parts falling from a box she was carrying. She looked tired, but smiled at you through passing. “You okay, dearie? You looked panicked and a tad bit flushed.”, she said in her heavy accent as she leaned down to pick up the stray parts. 

You decided to help, picking up a screw and a coil that had rolled over by your feet. Throwing them in the box, you sighed. “Yeah, I’m fine, its just-”

“Octane.”, you both said at once. You looked up at the Scottish time traveler, bewildered. “H-How did you know?”, you asked, confused. 

Horizon just chuckled before replying. “Dearie, I know all the secrets of the universe. And let me tell you, his nouve passion is no secret.” You rolled your eyes, and she just gave you a sympathetic look. “If you feel uncomfortable, just tell the lad to back off.”

“But I HAVE.”, you cried out, beginning to stress again. This kid was just too much. 

“Or have you?”, Horizon replied, tapping her temple knowingly before picking up her box of parts and walking off. “Thanks for the assistance, dearie! See you in the match tomorrow.” You groaned, not looking forward to tomorrow whatsoever. 

Suddenly, the muffled sound of metal scraping on something echoed off the walls. Whipping around, you looked to see if Horizon had accidentally dropped her box, but she was nowhere to be seen. In fact, the hallway was empty, and getting dark, too, as the sun was almost fully set now. 

Chills ran up your spine, and you felt the sensation of being watched. However, you dismissed it in a hurry, striding off. At least you were almost back.

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You were coming up to your hallway, and then you would be home. Good, because no matter how many times you tried to push away the feeling of being watched, it would always come back. And you were hearing weird noises, too. You began to wonder if it was the ventilation system, or some wiring within the plaster walls. But you swore the one time it sounded like claws dragging across the floor, and you began to wonder if there was something actually there.

Nevertheless, you were relieved to turn the corner and into your hallway. Your door was the second one down, and soon you were standing in front of it, fishing your pockets for your keycard. Suddenly, a hand rested on your shoulder, and you whipped around, heart beating, adrenaline spiked, ready to tackle whoever had touched you. But to your relief, and annoyance, there stood Octane, a piece of medical tape plastered to the bridge of his nose.

He held up his hands but didn’t move away, and you slowly lowered your fists. “Octavio, it’s you.”, you said.

“Y-Yeah..”, he muttered, obviously shaken up by the fact that you could’ve just punched him in the face. You breathed in sharply before continuing, and he just looked confused.

“Listen.”, you began, but before you could continue, he held up a finger to your mouth, shushing you.

“I get it, chica, I get it.”, he said. “I’ve come to finish what I started as well.” You nodded for a second, relieved he felt the same way, but when his hand hit the wall beside your head, blocking you in, you immediately felt your stomach flip. What? No! “Octavio, that’s not-!”

But before you finish, his lips clashed into yours, his other hand grasping for your squirming waist. You quickly pulled away, hitting your head on your door in the process and hissing in pain, but he just leaned back in. However, before his lips even made contact, a low growling emitted from the left, towards the front of the hallway.

Both you and Octane looked in that direction, and there stood the murder bot, Revenant. Your mind quickly put together two and two, and suddenly the sounds you had been hearing on your journey back to your room made sense. However, your chest constricted when you really thought about it. Had he been hunting you since you ran into him? Was he going to hurt you? God, why did you have such bad luck with men?

“Ay, can we get some privacy chico?”, Octane blurted out angrily. Revenant’s LEDs glowered at him, seemingly glaring holes into his eyes. For once in your life, you were truly scared. Scared for your life; scared for another person’s life.

“Back away from her.”, he growled in a deep, menacing voice. “Or else.”

Octane indignantly scoffed. “So what? She’s mine anyway. You can’t just barge in and take her!” You quickly whipped your head back to give him a scathing look. You were not just property to be handled and claimed. 

You watched as Revenant took a step forward. He shook one of his hands, and his claws morphed into a dagger, making a wrenching metal sound as they did so. Octane jumped in surprise, quickly backing away from you. “Alright chico, you win, you can have her. Just let me leave in one piece, alright?” 

Revenant growled, but before he could make another move, Octane stabbed himself with one of his stims, booking it past the simulacrum and disappearing from both your guys’ sights. “Such a shame..”, Revenant growled out. You looked back at him as his weapon for a hand morphed back into his normal claws. “I could’ve used a skinsuit pelt.” He looked up at you, and you quickly took a step back. He snorted before muttering, “Not you, you’re too delicate.”

You weren’t sure whether to take that as an insult or a compliment, but then again, you were never sure about anything that came out of that bot’s voice box. Either way, he had just saved you, so you at least would give him the respect of thanking him. “Hey, well, thanks for that. Didn’t think he’d go that far, I thought he was done after the bar.”

Revenant perked up a little at this. “What about the bar..?”, he said in a slightly curious tone. Still menacing though. 

You sighed. “Nothing much, he was just being super clingy and annoying..” You hesitated slightly, but decided against yourself and continued. “..a-and intimate.”

The bot’s LEDs turned into slits. “So he made you uncomfortable.”, he growled outloud.

“Uhm..yeah. You could say that.”, you replied, confused. Since when did Revenant care about someone being uncomfortable, let alone caring about someone in general. 

He growled, muttering, “I’ll kill that pervert.” He wasn’t joking, either, because he whipped around and began pacing off. 

“No, wait!”, you shouted, running up to him. He abruptly stopped, and you didn’t brake in time, running slightly into his back. He turned around to face you, looking slightly annoyed but nothing compared to before. Weird. “No..no.”, you said, rubbing your temple. “No, I don’t want him dead.”

“Why not?”, Revenant snorted. But his tone became serious as he continued. “He made you uncomfortable..” You noticed his hand twitch slightly. “He didn’t stop after you demanded him to..” His hand was moving now, moving up. “He could’ve hurt you.” He growled that last line, but his voice didn’t match his actions. Slowly, his metal hand gently stroked the side of your face, skimming your cheek. 

Flustered, your cheeks began to grow warm. He must’ve noticed, because he withdrew his hand. But you reached up quickly, pushing his hand back. The cold metal felt nice on your cheek. His hand abruptly cupped your chin, his thumb now stroking your cheek, back and forth, back and forth...It was so welcoming, so comfortable, so..reassuring. 

At this point, you were both staring into each others’ eyes, your hand holding his to your face. You two stood there for what felt like minutes, and it seemed like a trace. However, a door opening behind you broke it, and you both quickly pulled away. Whipping around, you saw Fuse sauntering out of..Bloodhound’s room? 

He looked up after closing the door, and he quickly made a comment, like he always does during awkward situations. “Well, looked what I walked out on!” He chuckled at his own joke, but when neither of you laughed along, he went silent. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I just had some playtime with someone myself.”, he said. You flushed immediately, both by what he meant and by what he was assuming between you and Rev.

You quickly made your way over to your door, and you heard Fuse mutter, “Tough crowd.” before walking off. You looked back one more time as you scanned your keycard and opened your door. Revenant just stood there, a mix of emotions flashing over his somewhat emotionless face. 

You didn’t know what else to say, so you just muttered “Goodnight.” before walking inside. Locking the door behind you, you slid down the door, your backside finally landing on the floor after a moment. Everything flashed through your mind. The bar. Octavio. Horizon. The fight. Revenant. Revenant. Was there something between you two now? Had he truly ‘claimed’ you, as Octane had said earlier? Nonetheless, you couldn’t get that bot out of your mind.

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Little did you know, the bot couldn’t get you out of his mind, either. As he arrived at his room later in the evening, you were all he thought about. Your features. The feeling of your skin. The intimacy. It seemed as if he hadn’t experienced it for lifetimes, which he truly hadn’t, and now that he was exposed again to the wonders of love, he couldn’t get enough. Even though he couldn’t technically sleep, he wouldn’t have been able to anyway, the thought of you would’ve kept him up. 

His system overloaded for you. He dwelled over you. Even the minor things he recalled as the hours of the night went by, like seeing you on a banner in game or even though passing worked him up. He exhaused himself over you, even into the wee hours of the morning. And deep down he prayed that he wouldn’t be on the same team as you during the match of the day, or else it would be pointless trying to focus on anything but you.

[wonopia]

NUISANCE | 003. the truth

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“hey, soyeon,” eunbi greeted her, “nice shot.”

“thank you,” she smiled innocently.

nari looked up from her toes to the ceiling, “we all should eat out together as a group since we won,” she thought aloud.

soyeon looked over at eunbi for a reaction.

“sure,” she replied, “if you guys want to.”

“hey hana, ryujin, yunjin!” nari called out, the three heads turning around to them.

“do you guys wanna eat out together as a celebration?” soyeon spoke.

“yeah sure!”

“i’m down.”

“okay, first whose paying?” yunjin questioned with a goofy smile.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

as the girls started to walk off campus, coincidentally the boys were just leaving too.

“hey eunbi!” a familiar voice yelled causing their heads to turn.

“oh hey jake.”

“where are you guys headed?” behind him, soyeon could see his group bundled up together in their own world walking over to them.

“we’re going to go eat out as a celebration,” eunbi told him.

“ohh i see..” he mumbled, still awkwardly standing there. the heat almost swallowing them whole.

“is that all you needed?” ryujin asked impatiently as she fanned her face with her hand due to the sweat rebuilding on her body, “it’s getting hot so we better get going.”

“she’s right,” soyeon commented, “why were you asking?”

“oh uh, we were wondering if we could join,” jake explained, scratching the nape of his neck, “why have one small friend group when you can have a one big one,” he laughed off.

“uhh..” soyeon blankly stared, clearly judging.

“sure,” yunjin told him, “but we’re not paying for you guys. no money equals no invite.”

soyeon’s head turned as fast as lightning to her best friend about to curse her out but eunbi grasped at her shoulder before anything could happen.

“catch up, yeah?” eunbi forced a smile, turning the group of girls out of the school.

“why’d you invite them?” soyeon whined, she was mostly sad over annoyed. 

she was sad that she wasn’t able to eat in peace especially since her friend group was one of the only ways he could stay away.

“it’s just one time. plus, it’s getting hot and why argue when we could just be eating,” yunjin shrugged, her face glistening as she patted it down with the rag wrapped on her neck, “and even though they’ll be at the same place, it doesn’t mean we’ll have to interact with them or anything.”

for once, soyeon had actually believed her but once they arrived at the bus stop for public transportation the boys had chosen their spots selectively.

“hey kim,” he let out a sigh, standing beside her. 

both of them turned to the street as they waited at the crowded bus stop. 

“why come if you're going to be moping?” she asked, already tired of his voice.

“as if your not,” jungwon retorted glaring an eye at her.

“i am not moping,” she told him, “i am simply hungry and it’s still blazing hot out even though it’s almost 7.”

“yeah, i’m sure girls like you are always hungry.”

she scoffed at his response, “okay.. didn’t know you were a body shamer. i wonder what would happen with your line of bitches once they find out that this is how you felt,” she fake pouted.

“i’m only like this with you,” he pointed out as if it wasn’t already obvious.

“and why’s that?”

“because-“

“you’re so tease able,” she mocked, his voice echoing in her head.

he hatefully smiled at her while saying, “do you remember everything i say? are you in love with me that much?”

“ha ha, very funny. no, there’s just no need to repeat yourself, i heard you the first time.”

“then why ask?”

“why come to this dinner if you’re just gonna bother me the whole time?” she said, raising her voice at him. suddenly she wasn’t in the mood to eat dinner anymore, “god, i’m going home.”

soyeon scoffed, walking to go say bye to sunoo and her friends just as the bus was in view, her hand clutching onto her side bag.

“hey sunoo, i’m going home. i’m not feeling too well,” she said as if her lame excuse would even work, sunoos mouth dropped open a little in thought.

“i’ll go with..“

“no no no, stay here, go eat out with them,” soyeon insisted, “i’ll be fine at home. bye girls, i’ll message you guys later.”

soyeon started to walk away from the bus stop. she could hear the engine rumbling and the bus doors peeling opening. she bagan to pull her phone out of her back pocket when a hand clutched onto her wrist before dragging her alongside him and onto the bus.

beep.. beep.

“for two, please,” he said before pulling her to an empty seat for two, gesturing for her to sit at the window seat.

he turned around to face her as she gave him a ‘are you serious?’ look.

“don’t make me regret this,” she mumbled, taking the window seat. he sat down beside her, they’re shoulders pressing against one another. she could feel her face heat up, she’d never been close to a boy before, but she immediately shook the thought off since it was jungwon.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

the bus ride was short and quiet. they hopped off and started to walk in a line of some sort as they headed up a somewhat steep street to another bus station. there were groups of twos and threes chatting and near the back was jungwon and soyeon. 

they hadn’t spoken since the bus, the walk was silent and the weird part was that it wasn’t uncomfortable.

most of the time she wasn’t bothered by jungwon’s company, she only minded him when he’d blabber with no objective. it’s not like he’d ask questions to expect an answer, but interrupt me before she could respond, he’d expect a reaction of some sort every single time. as if a sign of acknowledgement to remind him that he still existed. at least thats what soyeon thought. 

“so why’d you tell sunghoon about hana liking him?” soyeon spoke, making jungwon look over at her as she attempted to start a conversation and she looked back at him hoping that it would work.

he chuckled before looking forward again, “well sunghoon’s my best bud, i wouldn’t have told him if i didn’t think anything was going to happen,” he pointed forward.

soyeon peaked around the groups before seeing hana and sunghoon near the front, laughing together

“i didn’t know you were a matchmaker.”

“oh trust me,” jungwon said looking at her, “i got heeseung with his girlfriend now, jake.. sort of. well not sure about jake but jay, i got him with his 3 year crush.”

she smiled at his achievements, “impressive, i must say, but not one for yourself?” she asked.

he stumped at the thought, looking at the floor ahead of him.

“or are you not into girls?” she joked, he laughed before poking at her shoulder.

“I’m not gay.”

“okay, okay, I was just asking,” soyeon told him while taking large steps.

he thought carefully, “i..” he paused, “i never really thought about being in a relationship. i value friendships much more.”

“clearly cause we’re obviously best friends.”

“well of course we are,” he smiled, “no but even with all the arguing i would consider you a very close friend.”

now that got her attention. how could she be one of jungwon’s close friends? they don’t even know anything about each other, let alone the idea of just now being able to sit in a comfortable silence with one another. he was speaking his truth but she couldn’t seem to believe it one bit.

“from the start, i felt like we were gonna be close friends considering my friendship with sunoo,” jungwon attempted to explain, “it’d make sense if you don’t understand but it’s how i feel.”

she nodded, “i sort of understand. i can’t really say the same but maybe if you didn’t always push my buttons we would be a little closer.”

“yeah but, i’m pretty sure that the only reason we’re friends is because of how much i push your buttons,” he reasoned, and soyeon couldn’t help but agree.

3 years ago, he and her brother were already close friends but it wasn’t until the year after that, that he had started to put some notice into her. she never talked to jungwon but teasing her just became a natural instinct. she began to realize how much of a difference he had on sunoo and her. 

if she were thinking realistically, she knew jungwon for almost three years but truly began to know him two years ago. they’d been to each other’s houses, watched movies together, and at times they did get along, but for the most part it was only on rare occasions.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

they had been talking and getting to know each other more as they waited at the second bus stop.

“you do push my buttons a lot,” soyeon laughed, the bus starting to halt at a stop.

“how about this,” he said as he reached for her wrist, holding it softly and lightly, “let's stop arguing and actually become friends.”

jungwon stopped to face her, meaning every word that comes out of his mouth, “i mean come on, aren��t you tired of arguing back and forth? do you really want to remember me as your high school frenemy?”

“i thought you hated me,” soyeon asked with a somewhat mad face.

“nope,” once again he led her into the bus, paying for both of them. soyeon didn’t need to say anything as he gestured the two empty seats to her, she chuckled before sitting at the window seat. jungwon sitting beside her.

unexpectedly, the ride was silent between the two. it wasn’t until they got off again did she realize he hadn’t bothered her since the hill. for once he mustve tooken her seriously.

when they had gotten off, they had to walk down a one way street before arriving at the shop.

once again, jungwon and soyeon stuck together, walking down the street in silence. it wasn’t uncomfortable but it was peaceful, and since it was peaceful. this was new, and she was starting to enjoy it.

“why are you so quiet?” she questioned, not bothering to look at him but he glanced at her due to her sudden talking.

he chuckled, “I thought that’s what you wanted.”

she kept quiet at that. she attempted to think about what to ask. it felt as if this was the only moment to ask him these questions.

“whats on your mind?” jungwon asked.

“well..” she hesitated, “you haven’t teased me yet and it feels kind of weird. what about you, what are you thinking about?”

“i’ve been thinking more about why i teased you, and the only thing that comes up was that we never truly talked. i guess i.. i dont know,” he tried to explain.

“so you decided to tease me?” she scoffed, “thats’s a horrible way to get a girls attention.”

he gasped at her accusation, “i did not want your attention,” she peeked over at him, signaling for him to continue, “i… i just wanted to be friends. i mean you easily became friends with jake and heeseung, and you were sunoos sister so i basically saw you every other day but somehow you were closer to the people you barely saw. not to mention you always being at my house because of hana.”

soyeon nodded at his reasons before smiling, “i guess that makes sense.”

jungwon paused in his tracks, soyeon copying, “would it be okay if we restarted?” he nervously asked, clearly hesitant.

“you mean you want to be friends?” she asked with a teasing smile.

he nodded in response. for one, this would be the first time they’d eaten out together even if it was with friends. in the past, the closest he got was when he would stay for dinner at their house or vice versa at his.

but this would definitely be one of the first times she’d be smiling at him. never once when they met had she ever genuinely smiled this brightly due to his presence. in a way it made him happy.

“of course we can be friends,” she told him before adding, “jungwon.”

“soyeon,” he cringed at himself, “ew its weird.”

“hey!” she smacked his arm, “my name is not weird.”

“no no no,” he assured her, “i’m talking about how weird it is to say your first name.”

“oh.”

“yeah, your name is perfectly fine,” jungwon reassured her as he started to walk again, and she followed his movements.

“you can call me.. yeonie.”

“is that your nickname?” he asked, for some reason he hadn’t heard anyone call her that.

“no,” she said plainly, “I just thought of it right now.”

“oh.. yeonie..” he repeated to himself, “yeonie. it works!”

“guys hurry up! they’re seating us,” eunbi called out to the pair, soyeon and jungwon could see their friends enter a small barbecue restaurant.

“come on, youre sitting with us,” jake added before turning around to hold open the door.

soyeon reached for jungwons wrist before pulling him all the way to eunbi and jake. jake held the door open, letting them walk through first as eunbi guided them to their table.

there were only four people at each table, spread out around the room. jake sat beside soyeon and jungwon sat beside eunbi and they immediately started ordering.

“so jake,” soyeon spoke, “what’s your major?” presumably because they’d went to an college preperatory high school, soccer wasn’t a major.

“i’m a physics major,” he told her, “but i also do photography.”

almost everyone at the table besides jungwon had been flabbergasted.

“you must help me with physics, i’m actually really bad at it,” soyeon laughed.

jungwon started to lay the meat on the stove as it started to sizzle and the smell of braised pork began to cook filled their nose.

“of course,” jake smiled, “if you ever need help you can always message me.”

“oh i don’t have your socials.”

his mouth formed an ‘O’ before putting his hand out, surprised she hesitantly unlocked her phone before handing it to him.

“okay okay you guys can stop flirting now,” eunbi spoke up.

“we weren’t,” soyeon sighed, recieving her phone back from jake.

“anyways, whats your guys’ majors?” jake asked them.

“i’m a creative writing major,” eunbi answered while flipping over some meat, “soyeon is an art major.”

“yeah but i’m good at math, especially pre-calc,” soyeon added.

“oh hey,” jake snapped as if he’d gotten a brilliant idea, “jungwon sucks at math, you could help him. especially since he’s basically failing pre calc this semester.”

“way to rat me out,” jungwon sighed, moving the cooked meat to a seperate plate before equally distributing the pieces of bugolgi on everyone’s plates except jake’s.

jake pouted, “oh come on.”

“nope,” he shook his head, “take the plate.”

eunbi and soyeon laughed at their bickering. soyeon started to eat, already in aw with the smell.

“god I’m so hungry,” yunjin groaned as she stared at the meat with mesmerised eyes. yunjin was sitting with heeseung, sunoo, and nari and even though they sat a table away they could still hear her.

“well anyways, i am not failing calculus,” jungwon defended himself as he kept a good eye on the sizzling meat, “i have a C.”

jake scoffed, “that’s basically an F.”

jungwon’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “no it’s not. it’s still passing.”

“not the point,” eunbi butted in.

“i could help you, jungwon,” soyeon told him.

“you really don’t have to.”

“calculus is fun so i wouldn’t mind.”

“you think it’s fun?” jungwon questioned.

“it’s anything but fun,” jake said, letting out a laugh.

“aren’t you in AP stats now?” eunbi asked while jungwon picked up the cooked meat before placing it on people’s plates as jake added more meat on the grill.

soyeon nodded before picking up her meat and stuffing her mouth with rice.

“dang you must be really smart,” jake gasped.

“is it that surprising?” she gave him a unconvinced look.

“no..”

note: long chapter, i did no lie. do you guys prefer long or short chapters. ill make a poll on my page. enjoy, my loves <3

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[yezzyyae]

I hate Sydney Adamu so much I made my mom stay up 12am this morning so I can explain everything I hate about it! I really hate Sydney I hate how ppl make her out to be this savior or how she makes Carmy better which the fuck she don’t! Carmy did not need help from Sydney he was grieving his relationship with Mickey & his suicide. Dealing with “The Beef” which is a family restaurant but Sydney came in being this arrogant person that Carmy needed her help! Carmy didn’t need help with the menu or the design of the restaurant. I don’t know why Sydney is even there acting like he needs to call her for every approval. Only Natalie & Jimmy & Carmy needs to communicate because they are the ones with the money. Not Sydney talking about she wants a “star” fuck her! Well go open your own restaurant Sydney & get your star ⭐️ fucking weirdo! Carmy needs to put his foot down & fire Sydney she can’t handle pressure, she oversteps Carmy’s boundaries(involving Claire), and she is not respectful to Richie at all! I don’t root for Sydney at all & I am a 34 y/o BLACK WOMAN FROM Philadelphia! Sydney is not a good person she is hurt that’s why she came in the restaurant hurting Richie & even hurting Carmy by putting pressure on him. Smh she don’t respect anyone’s boundaries but want hers respected! And Sydney can’t cook I stand by it name one meal she made that everybody liked smh not one time!

Carmy don’t even know she stalked his whole career & life! She lied when she was asked “why she want to work there” she is a creepy weirdo! Even her not telling Carmy that her mom is dead when she was talking about the annual dinner her & her father have is soo weird! Like Sydney wtf why imply that your mother is still alive she is a weirdo! I hate her character and everything she stand for smh 2 seasons of a headache!

And her vomiting 🤮 at the end of season 2 episode 10 better for her health and not some anxiety effect cause that’s just corny! She better be sick & not like anxiety took over her so much that night when she didn’t do anything but watch everything Carmy did which is not her job. Sydney is the CDC so that means Carmy can be anywhere do anything he wants but she have to have control of the restaurant w/out being a weirdo and questioning Carmy about why he going to Claire’s table 😡that made me soo pissed and when he told her to refire the “7 fishes” she argued back with him & he said “I’m sorry” 1st not her but 5 mins before she was arguing with Tina and didn’t think Tina should say anything back to her & do what she say. I am so confused how Sydney think Carmy can’t confront her or challenged esp in the kitchen it’s disrespectful to him & it’s weird. Every woman is not always correct I’m tired of them trying to make Sydney like she is the only sane person! She is disrespectful to Carmy esp in the kitchen she always saying something back always!

Carmy is one of the best chefs in the world and Sydney only had a catering business & she is impatient & green! I don’t understand why ppl think Carmy needs Sydney to be better. Smh it’s disrespectful to Carmy’s skills and accomplishments! Carmy got stuck in the walk in because he was arguing with Sydney then he had to say “I’m sorry” 1st. Smh which is not fair because when Carmy say something in the kitchen nobody should challenge him esp NOT FUCKING SYDNEY!

Sydney have no respect for Carmy! Sydney knows she can take advantage of Carmy. Smh Carmy deserves better his mind is already fragile. Sydney never gave him a hug or said “I’m sorry about your loss” so how is everybody so in love with Sydney. And Carmy had every right to scream & yell at Sydney for not being prepared & forgetting about the tab on the “pre-order” option! Sydney never accepts responsibility for her actions it’s annoying! Now a person can stab a person at work because Sydney is black which is bullshit because Carmy sent Richie to help make the sauce and Sydney being a bitch that she is & mad that Carmy finally saw her mistake took it out on Richie which is fucked up but nobody seems to see that!

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Besties

Nasir

“Are you serious right now, Asia? You breaking up with me to be a hoe?!” I questioned as she packed her belongings and huffed. “I am not a hoe, Nasir! I’m trying to jump start my career and you’re just holding me back.” She shrugged. “We been together for three fucking years and you telling me you leaving me to move to LA and become a fucking OnlyFans model! Be real with yourself right now and tell me what the real reason is!” “You don’t have to support my decision, Nasir, but don’t shit on my career path!” She pointed angrily. Rolling my eyes, I grew more and more impatient before punching the wall. “Nasir, stop! Are you serious?!” She cried trying to stop me before I pushed her off. “NO! THIS IS THE DUMBEST FUCKING SHIT I’VE EVER HEARD, ASIA?!?! Look at me, Asia.” “What?” She griped turning around as I got on my knees. “Can you honestly look at me and tell me that you don’t love me anymore? Can you really do that after everything we’ve been through?” I said genuinely as I took hold of her small hands. “I love you, Nas, but I’m not in love with you anymore.”

Watching her get into her Uber with her bags in tow, I cried silent tears praying this was just some big ass joke. Three fucking years down the drain for some hoe shit. Shaking my head, I retreated to the kitchen and grabbed the fresh D’usse bottle from the liquor cabinet before grabbing a glass of ice and sitting down. Chugging the malicious liquid, I wiped my face and headed back up with bottle in hand as I cut on my music and tried to clean the mess that was my relationship. Moving lazily through the clothes, I stopped spotting a picture frame on the floor. Bending to retrieve the picture, I stared in anguish at the image of us at our first date. Feeling the tears burning my eyes yet again, I gruffly threw the frame against the wall letting it clatter as I started to wreck the room.

TWO HOURS LATER…

Huffing and puffing as I finished off the 4th bottle of liquor, I leaned against the wall feeling my head and hands pounding but not caring to see the results of the pain. She’s really gone. My everything, bruh. Shaking my head viciously as if to rid of my thoughts, I heard the annoying ringing of my phone and yelled a sharp ‘go the fuck away’ before reclining back as it went to voicemail. Hearing the persistent ringing again, I groaned reaching over with pained, bloody fingers to find my phone and the culprit. Finally getting ahold of it, I sighed looking at the messenger.

Incoming call from ‘BreBre👩🏾‍🎤’

“Bro, what?” “Ewwww, uh uh. Get that nigga’s dick out yo ass and greet me properly, Nasir.” “La’Brea, what do you need? It’s not a good time right now.” “Damn, what happened, bestie? You and luh Fish Cakes having an argument or something?” She joked throwing in her usual snide comments about Asia. “She left me, Bre. She’s gone.” Hearing the silence on the phone, I waited for a moment before checking in. “What no stupid ass joke?” “Ayo hold on, Nasir. Yea, I’ll see y’all later. I gotta check on my peoples.” I heard her shout in the distance followed by slight shuffling. “Bre, what are you doing?” “Boy, get out my tea. What happened, though?” “She wanna move to LA and be an OnlyFans girl.” “What?! Don’t she know they barely making it right now? Bhad Bhabie came through and swept the game clean.” “Bre, shut up.” I laughed as she giggled. “I’m serious, nigga! She made bank, I’m jealous. How are you holding up though? Forreal.” “Drunk as fuck. I broke my hand too. I can’t feel that bitch, but I know it’s damaged.” “Nas, you gotta chill with the anger shit.” “What else was I supposed to do? That girl was my life, bruh. Threw me away like I was trash on the street.” I seethed. “Didn’t I just say chill? Damn! Yo ass never listen.” “Yea aight. If you was going through this you’d be mad too.” “Whatever, open the door though. This shit heavy.” She heaved before I heard an eager knock.

After helping me clean up the mess I made, Brea treated me to snacks, pizza, and liquor so I could get my mind off of earlier. Finishing the last slice of pizza while she bandaged up my hand, I winced as she hit a nerve in my knuckle. “Damn, girl.” “Shut yo ass up! Ain’t no one in the world that told you to go and fuck up your hand. I hope you know you not getting that deposit back for them walls in there either.” “Man fuck that landlord. He don’t scare me.” “Yea until it’s time to get that deposit back.” She complained under her breath as she finished up and took another shot. “Thank you.” “No problem, Nas. But I told you so.” “Huh?”

“I told you that girl was trouble.” She pointed drinking again as I rolled my eyes. “Brea, you and Asia have had this long standing distaste for each other and I just could never understand why.” “Because the bitch is just an awful person! She acts like her coochie don’t stink and she walked all over you, Nasir. How can you not see that?” “Bre, you didn’t even try and get to know her.” “Try?! I’ve been supportive from the get even when I could see she was a manipulator and that was for your sake!” “By calling her out her name at every turn and making snide comments?” “You know what, Nas? Fuck you, okay? I’m done wiping your wounds while you let that girl walk all over you. You wanna go after her, fine, but I’m done watching you let her ruin you.” She spat getting up for dramatic affect but swiftly falling as her heel caught the chair. “Oh shit, you ok?” “No! Stupid ass heels.” She griped taking off the shoes and tossing them before rubbing her ankle. “Why you got this outfit on anyway? Where you was headed?” “I had a date up until your lonely ass called.” “Awww, you canceled your date for me? That nigga wasn’t jealous was he?” I laughed handing her an ice pack. “Oh shut the hell up! You not that damn special.” She winced trying to apply it. “Here, let me help.” “Unt uh get away from me, jackass. I’m finna head home.” “You know you can’t walk on that shit right now.” “Watch me.” She spat before hopping up to try and leave but failing again as she fell to the floor clutching her ankle. “Man, quit being fucking stubborn and come here!” I fussed before picking her up bridal style and sitting on the couch before elevating her ankle on a pillow in my lap. “Who not listening now?” “Nigga, you not my fucking man or my daddy, so I advise you to hush.” “Here you go with this goofy ass fucking attitude, bruh.” “Nasir, shut the fuck up because my attitude is completely fucking justified! I told you that girl was no good, that she was a hoe, how she don’t really give a fuck about you and your interests, and I got called a jealous ass bitch because of it and you didn’t do not a fuck thing to stop it! Now look at you! Where is your beloved girlfriend now?! Bout to get her shit blown out in LA like I fucking said! So please miss me with the bullshit.”

Sitting in my thoughts for a little bit while she furiously typed on her phone, I shook my head before looking over at her. “Brea, I’m sorry.” “You can keep that fake ass apology, Nasir. I don’t need it.” She replied not looking up as she kept typing. “Forreal, La’Brea. I’m real life fucking sorry.” I said gently taking the phone from her and setting it down. “I should have listened those years ago and maybe I wouldn’t even be in the predicament right now. I know you had no ill intentions, and I’m sorry that I didn’t listen. I’m also sorry for not stepping in when she said those hurtful things about you. Can you please forgive me?” I pouted sincerely as I laid my head down on her stomach. “Buy me the new Louis bag first.” “Yo you serious right now?” “As a heart attack! My presence is very valuable and I need to be compensated for my suffering.” “Fine.” “Forreal?” “Yeaaaa, go ahead and order it.” “AHHHHH, thank you, bookie pop!” She squealed hugging me and shaking me back and forth as I laughed. “Aye, chill. But forreal though. Thank you, Brea.” I said genuinely looking into her eyes. “For everything.” “Yea yea. You know I got your back.” She smiled hugging me again. Leaning back, I stared at her face after a little while taking in her gorgeous features. “Nigga what you, lo- mmm.” She asked laughing before I crashed my lips into hers.

La’Brea

Feeling the embrace of his soft lips against mine, I was stuck in a daze. This is my best friend of ten years! I’ve always loved him as a brother but those lips. Those fucking lips. Snapping back to reality, I quickly pushed him off as I heaved trying to catch my breath. “Why would you do that, Nasir?” “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I-It’s the alcohol talking.” “I should go.” I said getting up and grabbing my purse and shoes. “But your ankle, Brea. I didn’t m-“ “It’s fine! Nas really, I’m fine.” I snapped before cooling down as I picked up my keys and headed out. Making it to my car, I got in and locked my doors before rubbing my ankle as the tenderness began to worsen. I need to make an appointment to get this checked out first thing in the morning. Being startled by the chime of my phone, I looked down to see a few missed texts.

From Baeeeeeee😩🥵: 10:43 PM:

Baby everything okay with ya ppls? Lmk I miss u💔🌎

From Baeeeeeee😩🥵: 11:52 PM:

Baby girl, cmon back to the crib😭 I know we didn’t get to have date night so I wanna make it up to you. In more ways than one👅❤️

From NasiPoo💙🤞🏽: 11:55 PM

Brea I’m so fucking sorry. I’m really fucked up rn about this shit and I crossed a line. Pls don’t give up on me, I need you BreBre💔🥺😩🤞🏽

Reading the messages, a small tear slipped from my eye before I quickly patted it away and started my car to drive home. Pulling into the driveway, I saw the car and shuttered my feelings about earlier away. Grabbing my items, I locked my car and limped into the house stopping at the site of roses and candles everywhere. “Surprise.” “Oh my gosh. Yasmine, what is all of this?” I smiled as she came around the corner with a beautiful bouquet of roses and a gift bag. “Well, I know our date night plans got canceled and I missed you so I wanted to make you feel good when you got home. Are you ok? Why you limping?” “What? Oh! These cheap ass heels. I twisted my ankle coming out of my car. I should be okay though once I get it looked at.” “Awwww, my clumsy princess.” She smiled leaning in to kiss me. Receiving her lips, I wanted to cry as the shame continued to fill me up. “These roses are beautiful, baby.” “Not as beautiful as you are in this dress. You tryna tease me, miss?” “Only if you’ll let me.” Smirking at my feistiness, she showed me the rest of the surprise dinner date before presenting me with what was in the gift bag: the Louis I just talked about with Nas. Feeling my stomach as it flopped to the pit of my ass, I became consumed with guilt about the previous hour with Nasir. Yasmine and I are something completely new. I mean, it’s only been a few months of dating and I haven’t even divulged anything about us to my close friends and family despite her knowing of all of them. She’s an amazing woman, she shows her appreciation and respect for me, and she’s super caring, so it’s really eating me alive right now that I kissed my best friend and can’t tell her about it.

“So is everything ok?” “What?” “You said you had an emergency with your family?” “Oh! It was just Nasir. He and his girl broke up and I had to pull him off the ledge.” “Damn, baby, I’m sorry to hear that. You said they were together for what, three years? That’s gotta burn.” “Yea, but he’ll be ok. He’s strong.” “Yea he seems like a pretty level headed guy. Plus he has you in his corner.” She smiled holding my hand as I dryly swallowed my lamb chops. “True, but enough about that. How was your day?” “It was pretty amazing, I got to interview with Ryan Gosling and Emily Blunt for their movie.” “Baby, that is so amazing! I know you were drooling the whole time at Emily.” “Nah, she don’t have nothing on you.” She smirked seductively as I blushed. “Oh you’re trying to take this upstairs, I see.” “Shittt, after you.”

“Fuck, baby!” I panted as she swirled her beautiful tongue around my pearl. Gripping the sheets as All Mine by Brent Faiyaz flowed through the house, I cried out nearing yet another successful orgasm as her punishment on my pussy never ceased to let up. “Oh my god! Baby, I’m-I’m cumming!! Ohhhhh shit!” Biting her lip, I pulled her up to me to gingerly kiss her lips as I tasted myself. Melting our bodies to one another, I reached down and massaged her warm peach in my hands as she cried out. “Shiiiitt! Don’t stop, baby.” She huffed hoarsely in my ear while I laid her on her back. “My turn, baby.” Straddling her lap, I hooked our legs into one another as I bit my lip and started grinding against her juicy lower lips. “Ohhhhhhh fuck!” “Yessss, baby!” Growing more and more passionate with each stroke of our gyrating hips, I caressed her body as we neared our synchronized climax. “Oh my fucking god, baby, this pussy feel so good!” “Yesssss baby!!” Feeling ourselves get closer and closer, we kissed roughly taking in each other’s love faces. Feeling the euphoria race through me, I shook violently causing her orgasm to follow from the friction of our session. “Shittttt! Shit shit shit!” Trying to catch our breaths, I looked down at her with low eyes as we reconnected lips and cuddled up together. “That was amazing, beautiful.” “It absolutely was, baby girl.” Watching her doze off, I smiled before swallowing the lump in my throat as I went to use the bathroom. I really kissed my best friend.

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Off topic I fucking hate Menwha accs on tiktoks who recommend these comics and like sure the story basic and it can be tempting to read but ffs GIVE ME THE CHAOTERS AND PAGES TO LOOK FOR WHERE I SEE THE FL GET HER REVENGE AND THE MFS GET WHAT THEY DESERVE- like I don’t wanna read 200+ chapters and be annoyed that it isn’t rhe chapter I’m looking for-

Like I’ve read a few and honestly I just get impatient with the plot and just wanna see a bitch slap and an asshole get what deserves and gets his balls kicked hard just spoil it for me PLS-

If anyone knows this menwha exclusive possession the benevolent wife and the pages where the step mom, sister and the shitty man get what they deserve let me know bc I’m tired of getting these acc on my tiktok and then pressing the I’m not interested button for months later to have it back on my fyp- SPOIL ME I AM TOO IMPACTIENT FOR THIS PLOT

[gaywattpadstorykid]

Chapter 2: Rose

Someone is ringing my doorbell; I haven’t heard that old thing in an eternity, so I didnt know what it was at first. But now I’m pretty sure it’s the doorbell. What’s the fuck?

Eh, It’s probably an accident… I’ll just wait until they realise they’re at the wrong door…

I start getting impatient…. And then it stops.

See, I kn- Now they’re knocking?

“Rose! Open up, I know you’re in there. You haven’t left that goddamn apartment in months! … if you don’t open up, I’m gonna assume you kicked the bucket and I’ll open this fucking door myself…!”

What? What does she want from me? I haven’t talked since forever. I stand up, I’m kind of worried about my wound, I didn’t check to see whether it healed fine. Another ring.

“Open this fucking door right now, kid. Or I’ll break it open.”

I panic. She wouldn’t do that, right? I jump to my feet and the wound stings so badly I almost wince out loud. Almost.

I creep up to the door, take a breath and then open it. My landlord looks like she was about to ram the door. “Holy shit! Don’t scare me like that…” Her eyes wander over me, resting on my face. “Girl, how long since you last washed yourself? Ever taken a look in the mirror?”

I don’t look at her and open my mouth to say something, but I close it again, wordlessly. “Go on, speak.” she exclaims, while grinning at me. Does she think this situation is comedic in some way? “I- “

I try to something, but my throat is so sore saying even a single word would feel like someone has ripped my vocal cords out of my larynx. “Coward”, she scoffs. How am I a coward? I haven’t talked in months, and I didn’t drink today, and yesterday, only a small amount. I’m not a coward for not speaking because of that. And if I could, I’d shout it in her face, but I can’t, so I don’t. “Speak.”, she looks annoyed. I don’t. I can’t. Otherwise, I would, of course I would. Before I cut myself off from society, I was really short tempered. I used to hit other children, sometimes until they bled, back in the adoption center. Doesn’t matter though, that’s from the past. Now I’m here. In front of this bitch of a landlord.

“Ok, then you won’t talk, freak. Anyways, you’re not renting this apartment anymore.” She’s quiet until she adds “I’m throwing you out is what I’m saying.”

I look her in the eyes. Not a single sign of pity. She doesn’t care, does she? Why would she throw me out? I’m paying her. Is not leaving the apartment a crime now? What the fuck?

“Wh- “I cough. “What?”

“Oh look! It’s talking! What a surprise!”

“-Why?” My voice is so shaky and raspy. It’s not because I’m about to cry, but because my voice isn’t stable enough to talk a full sentence, really. My throat is so dry. Talking hurts almost as much as my foot, which is still hurting like shit. I don’t care though, it doesn’t matter. Really.

“Ah, you don’t know why, right? Because you haven’t paid your goddamn rent the past two months. I even contacted you, because I’m so professional”, she says in a mocking tone, “But I guess you don’t check your shit, so you wouldn’t know. Well, you’ve got ‘bout a week, then you’re out.” I nod, talking hurts too much. I shut the door in her face.

She curses a bit before stomping down the stairs. Fuck. Fucking shit, fuck, fuck, fuck. Okay, alright, what do I do? The pain on my foot and the huge fear of being homeless is overwhelming me, it all caves in on me at the exact same moment. Knowing you can’t do shit about a situation, that you’re helpless… It’s the worst feeling imaginable. I just wanna go back to bed and rot away like I always do. At least then I had a feeling of closure. I feel so weak. I feel so… my foot hurts so much. I’m shaky and weak on my own legs, it feels like they can’t hold me anymore, I’m like a skeleton that’ll fracture at any given moment… I haven’t eaten in the past 3 days; I didn’t drink today. My head hurts, I have a headache and it feels like my head is about to explode. Everything is horrible, everything is ruined and it’s all my own fault.

Rainy Days

TW:signs of depression, blood(described), wounds and later chapters WILL discuss suicide and self harm. If you are triggered by these themes do not read this. I will make happier stories

I do not relate to this, and this might not be accurate. My grammar and writing abilities aren’t good, please correct me or give me constructive criticism ❤️ also, this story was PERFECTED!!! With AI, I wrote it myself, everything, but because I’m German and my whole family doesn’t know much English, this is one of my only options. I have the original where I wrote it into my notebook and made notes for myself and I still have it in it’s earlier stages (I already wrote much more when I was younger, my grammar was pretty bad tho) if anyone wants proof (the notebook) I’ll release it on @toulouseradiosilence <3

enjoy!

Chapter 1: Rose

I wake up to the sound of rain pouring onto the roof. The first thing I do after lying on my side for another 5 minutes is to look at the alarm clock. The time it’s displaying is barely visible, yesterday’s meal is standing in front of it. Would you call that dinner or breakfast? It was at about 4AM, so I’m not really sure, but it also does not matter, so I shove the leftover ramenbox and cheap diet lemonade off of the bedside table. The bottle shatters on the floor, startling me. Besides the cars, rain and airplanes outside this is the first noise I’ve heard today, and probably one of the ones I will hear. I finally look at the time. 10:30 AM. I’m not late to anything, I haven’t been late to anything in months.. or years. Because there is nothing to be late to. Nobody needs me, I’m not part of this “system”. And I think that’s not as bad someone would expect. I don’t have any responsibilities whatsoever. I don’t have to take part in this society, I can do whatever I want. And I choose to lay in my bed, draw or sleep. I have food in my storage (ramen, diet lemonade/ water). Sometimes I crave foods I used to eat when I was younger, but it’s certainly not worth going to the store for. Some days I eat a lot, some I don’t eat at all. Most days, actually. Some days I don’t get out of bed and some I don’t even wake up. Others I don’t sleep. Sometimes I look at drawings or other posts on tumblr. That’s all I really do. Sometimes I think about signing up and posting my drawings, but I’m not good with social stuff and this is too social for me in many ways, so I don’t. I have to go to the toilet, which is pretty unusual for me, considering i barely drink anything. I don’t want to get up though, so I continue lying in my bed for another 20 minutes, until I feel too uncomfortable. I sit up and put my feet onto the ground. Something sharps cuts into one of them. I don’t do anything; I don’t even look down to see what just hurt my foot. Another minute of just sitting there and staring goes by until I decide to check. A piece of a broken diet lemonade bottle. I stand up and shove the trash under my bed, I didn’t remove the shard. I start walking. The cut stings. I really do not care though. Dragging myself into the bathroom, I push the door open and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, but I quickly look away. I sit down onto the toilet and.. pee.. yeah, I pee. Afterwards I continue sitting on the toilet and my eyes trail along the way I was walking on, from the toilet to to the door. The door is open. I live alone. There’s a trail of blood on the floor. What? Oh. It’s my blood. Wait, yeah, of course it is. Who else’s would it be? I put my leg into the other to look at my foot. The shard is still in there. I actually kind of panic because it looks really, really bad. Almost my whole foot is cut open. And THAT is a reason to stay in bed all day (as if I wouldn’t do that anyway.. but now I have an excuse, I guess.) I limp over to my bed, but before laying down I check whether I still have some water. Luckily, I do. So I let myself fall onto the bed back first, take a chug of water and start to sleep.

Next chapter will probably release next week❤️

[unofficial-dawg]

Wednesday Addams X Fem Reader | Bite Me Pt II

A/N: Y’all gave so much love to Bite Me Pt I, I simply had to deliver on Bite Me Pt II. Its rough around the edges, grammatical and spelling issues probably, spoilers. Also, Bite Me Pt III, anyone? My Tumblr is very much rough writings, this story will be fully fleshed out and posted to my AO3 (this is a massive project im working on this week and next week)! I’ll drop the @/link, when I get it completely set up, as pinned post. Also Xavier Thorpe x Reader coming soon maybe????

Word Count: ~ 1,712

Watching Wednesday and Tyler interact made your teeth ache. It was weeks since your fight, and though you both weren’t on speaking terms, her friends were your friends too. Or rather, your friends were her friends seeing as you had been attending Nevermore longer than the petite girl ahead of you. “You get a bad vibe from him too right? Like I’m not crazy am I?” You ask Enid. Her momentarily silence said enough but for her to have followed it up with:

“I think its good Wednesday is making friends and I can totally see them being a cute cou—“

“Finish that sentence and I’ll rip your throat out” You spat, pointing your finger at her, your chair sliding back as your long form becomes even more inhuman.

With a sigh of frustration you flatten out your outfit, having been a free day you wore several layers to keep you and yourself away from the sun. Even when it was raining,, the UV rays were a bitch. You re-tuck the band t-shirt that was overtop a long sleeve turtleneck. Your high-waisted jeans gave with ease as they were baggy, making it easier for the layers to adjust. You impatiently tap your left foot covered by a platform loafer on the ground, glancing to the side to stare at the girl you were enamoured with.

If Wednesday was goth, you were her grunge counterpart. The two of you looked..correct standing next to eachother. Complimented and highlighted eachothers beauty. You clench your jaw, your gaze focusing back onto Enid’s form, she sunk into the booth, her claws gripping the table, no doubt because she was quite startled of your previous outburst. Your anger was a force to be reconned with.

“I’m…sorry, I’m just—“ you look at her and begin sincerely apologising, “I-“.

You were stumbling over your words struggling to produce a coherent sentence, luckily, or rather unluckily, it is forgotten as man rapidly presses the countertop bell, “Where’s the service in this place?!”

You glance back where Tyler and Wednesday were previously standing. “Well isn’t that convenient”You grit your teeth in frustration. “Something isn’t right with that boy. This whole situation is fucked” You stare out the window in disdain. It appears Xavier also had slipped from the café.

“Y’know, y/n, maybe she gets distracted by you and thats why she doesn’t bring you with her anymore” The pathetic attempt to comfort you was appreciated nonetheless and you smile sadly looking down at the girl.

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The following weeks didn’t seem to get any better. Wednesday was giving you emotional whiplash. You’d both hang out and the routine of back and forth banter would repeat and then suddenly she’d be ditching you to spend time with Tyler or stalking Xavier.

“It’s like I don’t even exist to her anymore” You complain to your roommate. Bianca looks down at you with an annoyed expression, “God, you sound like Xavier y/n…Seriously Wednesday isn’t that special.” She rolls her eyes catching the pillow you haphazardly throw at her.

“It’s not fair… What does he have that I don’t?” You finally show your face to her, the unshed tears seemed painful.

“Do you really want me to answer that question?” She smirks amused at the stupidity of your question.

“Ew. I do not wish to ever have to think about MY girlf—“ you quickly catch yourself “ about Wednesday being with Tyler like that. Or anyone for that matter. she’s mine.” you pout

“If you’re so upset why don’t you just talk to her? It’s a two way communication street y’know.” she lectures “I mean really, y/n/n, sitting here bitching about some girl? The old you would beat you to a pulp if she saw your pathetic ass like this. Over some girl no less.”

This made you pause, “Oh god— Have I been “moping”?” you put quotations around it.

“Brooding, whining, crying being a general nuisance.” she rattles off, “Look y/n, I care about you. But this obsession with Wednesday is turning you into this. I know for a girl thats been alive for this long,, you know more than anyone that people are temporary. And Wednesday will die one day, and what will you do then? Better to rip it off like a bandaid and start fresh yeah?”

“I mean she might as well have stabbed me with a stake in the heart, and not in the good way.” you sit up and rub your face in exhaustion. “I know you’re right, I just… love her. I love her so much and I want to go when she does. I want her to kill me. What do I do B?”

“You vampires are so dramatic” she says and amused tone shining through the mask of annoyance. “Go talk to her. Gift her your cold dead heart, play her your stupid violin, do something to show her how you feel. And when she inevitably breaks your heart pick yourself up and show her why she was interested in you in the first place. You’ve lost your spark y/n. You follow her around like a sad dog. A dumb dog.”

You slide on your jacket, and with a quick “Thanks, B.” you’re slipping out the door to track down the Enigma that is Wednesday Addams.

Enid proceeded to lie to you about Wednesday’s whereabouts for ten minutes. Very quickly you realise she is stalling and you rub your temples in frustration partially giving up on the whole notion of confronting her.

“And so then I came back from Yoko’s room and she wasn’t here.”

You quirk your brow in slight amusement “You’re a terrible liar.”

“I’m not lying!” she says fidgeting slightly

“oh right right. well if you say so.” You shrug pretending to turn and walk away. She quickly attempts to shut the door, but you had other ideas as you snap around, catching the door with your foot.

“But if you were lying,, hypothetically of course” you grin wickedly. Your form was always sickly and a bit inhuman, but when you would shift your posture slightly, and bare your teeth, you looked infinitely more nightmarish.

“Honestly, y/n! We got in a fight and i left, i only came back to look for my nail polish. My guess is the crypt” The girl in front of you cringes at the mention of the monster. You can only assume she’d seen the beast for herself.

Your hand that was resting against the door frame began to turn white, your nails were sunken so deeply into the wooden beam that it was splintering with every slight shift of your hand.

“Is she?”

“Thats all I know” she waves her hands in the air.

“Thank you for the information.” You pry your hand off the door frame and walk back towards your room, assuming you were probably too late. Subconsciously, you glance out the window not thinking you’d catch sight of the goth’s form being enveloped by the shadows of the woods.

With a newfound sense of anger you rush down the corridors to catch up with her. There’s a gracefulness to your movements despite the speed. You suppose it’s a vampire thing. Or at least one of your blood status though you never really bothered to care or pay attention to that.

“Wednesday!” You shout following after,, “Wednesday!”

“stalking me now are we, y/n?” she doesn’t even bother to look at you, choosing to continue on her path to the crypt.

“you need to get a better guard dog.”

“Why is it any of your concern? You think I can’t do this investigation without you?”

“You’re seriously sneaking out to see him?” You deduced, frowning whilst you finally catch up to her.

“You may be blinded by your attraction to him but he is just as much of a suspect as everyone else-“ You grab her wrist harshly.

“I don’t have to explain myself to you.” she wrenches her hand from your grip immediately.

You glance down at the faded puncture wounds she has on her neck. “so i guess that means nothing to you then?” your facade falls briefly

“We were never official.” she reiterates to you, almost brushing the thought off completely.

“Oh yeah? Cause vampire bites are just something to take so casual right?” You hiss out. “Whatever Wednesday. I’m sick of this shit.” you turn to leave but she grabs your arm. The uncharacteristic movement made you freeze, and hope had electrocuted your heart into beating for a few fleeting moments.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” her emotions breaking through from her usual somber expression and apathetic mood.

“How should I know Addams? You have everyone wrapped around your finger. Xavier, Eugene, who is in a coma, And prime suspect number one.” you readjust your posture, you were quite taller than the girl before you. “You’re gonna get yourself killed. And for a guy no less? For a normie? One that bullied Xav? You are so busy chasing after some guy to see-“

“To see you? Don’t be vain y/n it doesn’t suit you.” she drops her hand and stares at you, her eyes hollow from all semblance of emotion. Your eyes narrow before you turn around,

“As opposed to being what, Wednesday? A selfless idiot that would die for you? The world doesn’t revolve around you and I am perfectly fine in solitude just as much as you are, so we’re done.” You flip her off over your head, not sparing her a glance, as you head back into the castle grounds.

The way your eyes went from a blur of anger and pain to a void abyss greatly intrigued Wednesday. She tilted her head before turning around to meet up with her,, almost boyfriend? At least he didn’t seem to care for titles. Why did you? Why did it all bother her so much? She focused on the task at hand, ignoring the way her stomach twisted into a knot. An unsettling feeling consumed her whole as she arrived at the Crypt.

In your fit of rage, you tipped the police about the stolen motorcycle. At least you could fuck up their date plans a little bit.

[valeskawhore]

“Nothing compared to me.”

Written by: @valeskawhore

Characters/parings: Jeremiah Valeska x Villain! Female! Reader! x Jerome Valeska

Words: 1.6k(?)

Summary: Reader is a bad ass villain and believes the Valeska twin’s way of handling Gotham is messy and chaotic. So why not take matter into her own hands?

Warnings: Profanity, creepy obsessive brothers, Jerome and Jeremiah have formed a “somewhat?” Alliance.

“Your all so FUCKING STUPID!” I screamed, smacking one of my henchman upside his head. “FIX IT!”

“Y-yes! Ma’am!” He screeched, running off with the rest of his troop. I sighed loudly and gripped my hair out of frustration as they hurriedly ran out the door, shutting it with a click.

“Fucking idiots!” I started to rant, “IF GORDON catches THE SLIGHTEST FUCKING WHIFF OF MY PLANS THEN EVERYTHING IS FUCKING RUINED!” I slammed my hands down on my desk, turning my head down to face my blueprints I had spread across the wooden surface.

I breathed deeply in through my nose. Everything is fine, it’s fine! Everything is fine-

“Calm down, hot stuff-“ My eyes snapped open at the new voice. I grasped my dagger and threw it towards my attacker in a flash.

Jerome caught it with ease, smirking like the smug bastard he was. “WoAh- didn’t know you were so excited to see me babes, I wouldn’t come sooner if only I knew.” He hopped down from my dining table, striding towards me.

“How the FUCK did you get in, and WHY are you here?” I threatened, blowing the loose strand of hair from out of my vision. I straighten my posture, trying to look presentable.

Wordlessly, He pointed towards the open window. I sighed. “Just because that’s open, doesn’t mean you can just invite your self in!?l

“Oh no doll, I was pointing towards your guards out by the front gate. They let me i-well.. ‘let’ is a strong word? They didn’t wanna die so… I’m sure you already how that went down, dont’cha?” He asked, rhetorically.

“I’m also here.”

I stopped and groaned loudly, turning to face the other twin’s calm and cool demeanor. He arched an eyebrow, tightening his tie. “What? You didn’t think I’d let my idiot of a brother get all the pleasure of being in your presence, did you?”

“Why the fuck are you both here?” I asked.

“We’ll doll.. it’s a long story but ya see, we’ve formed a -somewhat-alliance? If that’s the right word to use.” Jerome spoke up. I bust out laughing.

“Hah? Both of you!?” I glanced at both of them, scoffing slightly. “That’s Rich! Your both morons on you own and now you wanna rub two brain cells together?? That’ll start a fire boys.”

“You both really are fucking insane.”

Jeremiah growled, taking offense to my comment. “I am NOT insane, you, my dearest, are dead. Fucking. Wrong. If you think I’m ANYTHING like these psychotic maniacs.”

“Um, excuse you, four eyes. It’s ‘Maniax’s. If you’re gunna insult me then do it right for once.“ Jerome shot back, stepping up to jeremiah.

“Oh please. You and your gang of rejects are so damn dyslexic it HURTS-“ “HOW ABOUT YOU WATCH YOUR FUCKI-“

“BOTH OF YOU! SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I screamed. The twins snapped their heads towards me. “This is why you both won’t work out! You both bicker like an old married couple!”

They two remained silent. Jeremiah stopping quickly to adjust his glasses and Jerome relaxing his posture, pulling both hands out of his pockets.

I went to continue my rant but stopped Abruptly when my phone began to rang. The twins cocked an eyebrow as I walked over to my desk and checked the caller ID. I groaned and answered the phone. “Make it quick, bitch. I’m in the middle of a lecture.”

“M-ma’am…” One of my goons called out.

“Yessss…???” I emphasized the word, showing my impatience. I tapped my foot, growing annoyed by every passing second without a response.

“Tell her- No! You tell her-“

Voices and whispered echoed in the background. “What? Tell me what?” I picked back up the conversation.

“Ma’am.. the plan it-“

“Let me guess,” I cut them off. “It fucking failed right?”

One of my goons mumbled out a quick and trailed ‘yes’ in the background. I breathed deeply in through my nose and hung up the phone, Slamming it back down on the table with a loud thud.

The twins eyes still trained on me, curiosity and amusement swirled in their eyes. “See doll, if we would just work together! None of this-“

“Shut up Jerome, it’s time for plan B.” I tore my hands away from my head and picked back up my phone, dialing a certain number. “Dearest?” Jeremiah asked, “what’s plan B?”

“I don’t know, but I have a feeling, she’s not talking about the pill.” Jerome cut in.

Soon enough, Oswald picked up the phone with a breathless chuckle, I turned him on speaking phone. “Y/n! You called!,” he leaned into the phone with an excited giggle. “Is it time?” He asked eagerly.

“I’m sick of playing games with these people, Ozzie.” I laughed, “blow it, blow it the fuck up right now. I wanna see!”

“You got it!!“ he hung up the phone. I walked out to my balcony and stared at the breathtaking scene before me. Cool crisp wind blew through my air and tickled my nose, I wrapped myself in my own arms, preparing myself.

Gotham city was always so beautiful during this time of night, so peaceful, so quiet. It’s amazing how the city remained awake even during this time of hour.

The twins walked up from behind me, Jerome leaning in close behind my shoulder and whispering in my ear. “What’s going to happened, doll?”

“Plan B.” I smiled. I held up all ten fingers and began counting backwards to dooms day. “Ten, nine, eight,”

“Dearest?” Jeremiah interjected, placing a firm hand on my shoulder, “you can’t be serious..”

“Oh but I am.” I scoffed, “This city needs to learn who the hell their messing with.”

I continued to count, “Three, two one..” I smiled widely.

Within seconds, explosions and flashing lights tore through the crashing city before us. The sounds of screams and cries of innocent civilians rippled through the air like battle alarms on the day of war.

Building were falling to the ground like janga blocks. Ashes feel from above as the sky lit up a bright orange from the burning flames.

Gotham had finally learned its lesson. After all,

Y/n l/n was not someone to be fucked with.

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