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Kisses and Excuses

Max Verstappen x Reader

contains: fluff, smut, gentle sex, switch!reader, switch!Max, mentions of aftercare

This is pretty much my first ever smut so please be considerate!

If you'd like to submit a request, feel free to, I'll write pretty much anything, as long as it's not uncomfortable for me and I know the character!

What is sex? Is it supposed to be gentle, easy?Rough, demanding? Should it be anything at all? And why not everything at once? Discovering our body's needs can be tricky. At first it might make one feel shameful. Is it forbidden to touch yourself in that spot that your mother would talk about only behind closed doors, in a hushed tone? Is it bad? Sinful?Perhaps. But it's definitely not for others to decide. I always wondered what sex would be for me. Would it be pleasurable? How long would it last? Will it hurt? Is it scary? Those question are mostly answered when you meet the person you want to sleep with. It depends on what their character is, on what they like. And what you like.

Sex doesn't have to be gruesome and rough. It can be, of course. There is also beauty in being ravaged. Beauty is subjective after all.And Max... Max was very beautiful to me. All of him, really. Those hands, pale and quite large. Yet their touch strangely delicate and gentle, as if he was afraid to break me. His plump lips, that reminded me of raspberries, every single time I'd glance at them, which was quite often. His eyes and the way they'd narrow, whenever he was lost in thought. His thighs, cheekbones, eyebrows, chest... And how he treated people. There was something insanely attractive about it.

How competitive he was, how he was determined to win and beat everyone else. Yet he was the first to take care of others when they needed it most. And he took care of me. Very well.

It's a quiet evening. The summer heat is slowly dying down, replaced by the cool autumn air. I'm sitting in my apartment, up to nothing, really. I always loved autumn. I could talk about it for hours. And my boyfriend would listen. I smile, thinking about him. It was surreal to me, how such a beautiful soul came to be my partner. I busy myself with baking, smiling at my own thoughts. Over the past few months, I have gotten significantly happier. I began to care more about the little things, ever since I got into a relationship. As I roll out the dough, I hear the doorbell. I quickly rinse and wipe my hands, thanking the Gods above that they weren't that immersed in the dough. I walk over to the door and open it to see Max.

I smile immediately, not expecting him. “Hi.” He says, a bright smile similar to mine present on his face. I take a step closer and hug him tightly. Physical touch was always my thing, but he welcomed it with a smile. I tried to show him affection all the time, and eventually he got used to it. It took him quite a bit, but now he immediately wrapped his hands around me as well.

“I didn't expect you.” I mutter, nuzzling my head into his chest “I would have dressed up for you. What brings you here?”

His chin is on top of my head, resting on it comfortably. He smiles at my words, gently caressing my back with his hand.

“You are gorgeous whether you dress up or not and we both know that very well” He says, his hand moving to play with my hair “As for why I'm here... I found a candle in a shop I was in and decided to use it as an excuse to see you.”

His honesty was another trait that I liked about him. I smile happily, looking up at him. “You bought me a candle?” I ask, physically not being able to stop smiling. I find the fact that he thought of me while shopping incredibly cute. He nods and shows me a pumpkin scented candle. My boyfriend is a listener. He pays attention to every word I say. How I love autumn, how I enjoy candles... “It smells beautiful” I say, still smiling “Thank you, Max. I love you so much.”

I pause, hesitating. I feel like rewarding his considerate behaviour. After all, love and affection shouldn't be one-sided.

“Do you want to...” I trail off, not confident enough to finish the sentence. Directly asking to have sex still felt weird to me. Max smiles, understanding the innuendo.

“Come on schat...” he says, with his smooth, quiet voice “Will you try to finish your sentence? I wouldn't want to assume the wrong thing” he says teasingly, though gently.

I hesitate once more, biting my lip a little, still in his arms. I look up at him with a contemplating look. He looks back at me. Patiently. Calmly. Softly. “Would you like to...” I stammer a little “...Fuck” I say quietly. It's a silly way to say such a bold sentence really. But he doesn't seem to mind, his soft smile widening at my words.

“That's a good girl.” He says, his grip on me tightening just slightly, although not in a way that would threaten me whatsoever “Yes. Yes, I would like that.”I stand on my toes and kiss him, with a hint of hesitation. He smiles against my lips and kisses me back, quickly deepening the kiss. We move further into the apartment, Max kicking the door shut while moving. I'm walking backwards, so I don't notice the couch, before I fall on it, Max on top of me.

“Max...” I whisper breathily, not taking my eyes off his.He tilts his head questioningly, a small smirk on his lips.Instead of elaborating, I kiss him again. He takes the lead of the kiss, both of us unable to pull away. Unable to stop touching eachother. His hands slip under my shirt, slowly caressing my waist, my stomach, getting me comfortable. They begin to roam higher reaching my breasts. Since I stayed home today, I don't have a bra on. He gently squeezes my chest, without breaking the kiss. I breathe in sharply, looking in his eyes. His lips curl up as he plays with my nipples. I bite my lip, holding back a moan.

He leans in, close to my ear, before whispering to me.“I want to hear you, dearest.” It's as if his words wake something up in me. I slowly slide my shirt off my body, without looking away from him and reach for his as well. He calmly lets me take it off, revealing his chest. Max leans down, beginning to place soft kisses all over my stomach and chest. I let out quiet gasps whenever he reaches a sensitive spot. Sometimes he gets rougher, leaving small marks on my skin, nibbling and sucking on it. I stop him from going further and flip us around, now sitting on top of him. I lean down and begin to place kisses on his neck, gradually deepening them and leaving hickeys. He lets out small moans, clearly enjoying the process. He doesn't mind that his girlfriend has her way with him. He doesn't mind it at all.

“That feels so good, darling” He whispers, exposing his neck to you more “But I want to focus on your pleasure tonight.” I smile, looking down at my boyfriend lovingly.“We can make it enjoyable for both of us. It shouldn't be one-sided.”

He flips me over, laying on top of me again.“Then I hope you don't mind me doing this” He whispers in my ear, beginning to unbutton my trousers. I don't take my eyes off his, letting him undress me. My hands reach his zipper as well, leaving both of us in just underwear.Both of us are aware of what is happening. Both of us crave for more. As the clothes fall to the floor, his hand reaches under my panties and his fingers slowly run over my folds. He doesn't rush. He's careful and delicate, feeling everything out.

I almost want to tell him to go faster, but before I can do so, he slides one of his fingers in me. It's not expect it, so I moan as he begins to work inside me, gradually adding more fingers. Throughout the whole process we don't break eye contact. He wants to see me, my every feeling, my every expression. He wants to hear my every pant, every breath, every moan. And I'm not holding myself back.

“You're so vocal tonight, Schat.” He says in his quiet voice “I like it.” I let out another moan. Max really had his way with hands. Always knew where to touch to make it feel good.“I can't help it when you do such things to me.” I whisper back. He smiles again, leaning closer towards my ear. “How about I do more?” He whispers, making a shiver run down my spine. Although my boyfriend was always gentle and sweet, he knew very well the effect he had on me. He wasn't ashamed of it one bit.

He smirks and removes his fingers from my clit, shifting his position, about to fill me up with something else. My eyes widen and roll a bit in pleasure as he enters inside me, with his cock. It wasn't enormous, yet it filled me good. At first he starts slow, moving his hips deliberately. He doesn't want to startle me. With time, his movements get faster, rougher. He keeps looking at me, but I'm unable to look back, as I begin to see stars. My lips are slightly open, eyes rolled back, face flushed. He found me perfect like this. I moan as I finally come and so does he. We are both a bit exhausted, so he just lays on top of me, breathing into my neck.

“That was... Something” he says eventually “Did you like it?”

“Mmm...” I nod “Can we move to bed for a bit? I want to lay down with you” I say quietly. I tend to be vulnerable after sex. Exhausted, satisfied, a combination that causes me to open up. He knew me well enough to know that. Actually, he was glad that I voiced my thoughts in situations like this. He was more than happy to provide aftercare.“Of course.” He says, looking in my eyes again.I smile broadly at his answer.“I love you. You don't even realise how much.” I whisper softly.“And I love you to the moon and back, gorgeous.”

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writingforstraykids · 9 months

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More than friends - Chp.5

Pairing: Minho x Chan x fem!reader / Minchan x fem!reader

Word Count: 5519

Summary: On your ride home, Chan notices Minho needs some extra attention tonight, and before you know it, you're invited. Chan makes sure Minho and you feel comfortable throughout the process and lets you experience your own dominance once Minho fully submits to the both of you...

Warnings/Tags: smut, bottom!sub!min, top!dom!chan, switch!reader, p in v, oral (f/m receiving), anal, subspace, very subby min (as requested), chan gets called sir/hyung/.., reader gets called baby girl/kitten..., minho gets called bunny/pretty boy,..., fluff, aftercare, cuddles

A/N: I know I said part 4 was the end, but you asked for more, so here we go. A very subby min, as promised. There's literally no plot, have fun guys😂👀

PART FOUR

Skin to skin, breathe me in Feel with your kiss on me Lips are made of ecstasy I'll be yours for a thousand lives For you ~ Liam Payne, Rita Ora

Minho listens to Chan and you chatter on as he tries to stay awake. The last three weeks have been exhausting, and he's glad to be back home with the two of you finally. He watches you interact from the backseat, smiling to himself as he sees how close you've grown. Stifling a yawn, he gently tugs at the sleeves of his sweater and leans back in his chair.

"Tired, baby?" Chan asks, glancing at him through the rearview mirror.

"Exhausted," he nods before sighing softly. "No idea if I can sleep, though, I feel too tense."

"I can help with that," Chan suggests and Minho smirks at him amused.

"And leave me all on my own?" you pout. A heavy silence settles in the car, and they exchange another glance. "I was joking," you say half-heartedly.

"What if you..join?" he asks almost too quietly to hear.

"No, seriously, let Chan take care of you and-."

"Do you want us to take care of you?" Chan cuts you off, and Minho's throat dries. His eyes filling with need betray him and Chan chuckles to himself. "Judging by that look on your face, you do."

You turn in your seat to face him and search his blown, hungry eyes. "You're sure?"

"Mhm," Minho hums, chewing on his lower lip as need spread through his body like wildfire.

"And you uhm - how is that going to work? I mean, you never…" you trail off, blinking at him. Minho always took control when he's with you so far.

"Don't act so innocent, you weren't exactly submissive when we had sex," Chan snorts.

"That's because you were too needy to make me stop bossing you around," you protest softly.

"Oh, that's a first," Minho snorts, and Chan shoots him a look through the mirror that makes him squirm.

"What's that supposed to mean?" you ask curiously.

"He tends to slip when he's all overworked and needy," Minho smirks nevertheless, teasing Chan. "Suddenly forgets he's in control when he's feeling really good."

"Min," Chan speaks up firmly, and you watch with curiosity how Minho tenses up at the tone, hands clutching his jeans. "Don't make me regret offering you to take care of you."

"Channie hyung, no, I'm sorry for teasing, I'll be good, I promise," Minho breathes out, eyes widening. He licks his lips and stares at him with pleading, soft brown eyes. Chan's grip around the steering wheel tightens. Oh, he's good.

"Mhm, you better," he says calmly, but glancing down, you can tell he's getting hard by Minho's pleading look alone.

"Missed you two so much," Minho says softly. "Missed stuffing you with my cum and licking you clean," he goes on, locking eyes with you. "Missed being good for you and feeling full," he rambles on, looking back at Chan.

"If you don't shut that pretty filthy mouth of yours right now, I'll make sure it's busy with something else," he growls softly, and you instinctively press your thighs together. Minho sits on his hands to stop himself from allowing some much-needed friction against his dick straining in his pants.

"Busy with whom?" you ask, and Chan scoffs.

"That's for me to decide, doll," he says.

You clench around nothing at the sudden change of dynamics in the car, both Minho and you staring at Chan, longing for something to happen. That's what you've been waiting for, what he hasn't allowed himself in the past week yet. Fully taking control, making Min and you bow to his will.

It's silent for a moment before Minho speaks up, barely audible. "Can I eat her out later, hyungie?"

You bite your lower lip hard and glance at Chan excitedly. Chan glances back at you and chuckles softly. "You'd like that, baby girl?"

"Yes," you nod eagerly.

"Please, Channie hyung," Minho chimes in from the backseat. "Wanna make our girl feel good."

Our girl. You might as well pass out.

"Relax, bunny, of course you can," Chan assures him and stops the car in front of your house. "You start when I tell you to, or else you'll get nothing from me today, and you two can figure it out on your own."

Minho's eyes widen and he exhales almost shakily. "I'll be good," he whispers, and you wonder if he's afraid of being unable to switch back from his subby state if Chan drops him like that. It sure looks like it.

You get out of the car, gently adjusting your skirt as you notice you're already soaking your pants in anticipation. Minho steps out of the car, nervously tugging at his sweater to conceal the very prominent bulge in his pants. Chan gets Minho's suitcase, fumbling for his keys and urging the two of you toward the house with a gentle wave. Minho's hand slips into yours as you wait for Chan to unlock the door, and he exchanges an excited look with you. Chan pulls the door closed behind the three of you and raises his eyebrows as Minho drops to his knees the moment he does. He wraps his arms around your legs and buries his face in your stomach with a soft sound. Chan doesn't seem that fazed anymore and reaches out for him, soothingly patting his head. "So eager to please, bunny?"

Minho makes a muffled sound against the fabric of your shirt and nods before lifting your skirt and burying his face in your core, only parted by your panties. You gasp as his nose presses against your clit and exchange a nervous glance with Chan. A needy groan escapes his throat as the soaked fabric meets his skin, your scent taking over. "Hyungie, fuck," he whines, and Chan chuckles, running his hands through his hair before gripping it and pulling him back.

"Did I say you could start?" he asks firmly.

"S-sorry," Minho stutters, lower lip trembling. "Just wanna make her feel good," he pouts, glancing up at him through his lashes. Minho on his knees, explaining himself to Chan, is a heavenly sight, really.

"Please, Channie," you say softly, pressing your legs together at the missing touch.

Chan's eyes meet yours, and you swallow at the dark lust clouding his eyes. "Don't be ridiculous, baby girl, you came three times before we left to pick him up. You can't be that needy."

"You'd be surprised," Minho laughs weakly, fondling your thigh. "That girl's a needy little s-."

Chan grabs his chin and gives him a stern look. "You're not the one to judge here," he points out his current position on the floor. "Now behave, you two. Min, you stay dressed. Y/N, take off your clothes, living room," he instructs the two of you, and Minho scrambles to his feet.

Chan gently kisses your temple to reassure you before sending you off. Minho looks at him fondly and chews on his lower lip. "Kiss?" he asks so sweetly, Chan can't deny him. Minho hums as their lips meet, and his whole body visibly relaxes.

"You know your safeword, I'll be there the whole time," Chan says and takes his hand.

"I'm so tired already, I might slip," Minho whispers. He doesn't mind falling into subspace; he knows Chan takes care of him and ensures he's comfortable and safe. A warning is never too much, though.

"I'm here. I got you," he nods and squeezes his hand. "You know our signals; I know when you are."

"Okay," Minho nods sweetly and pulls him with him to the living room. "You're okay with this?" he checks in with you, eyes glistening as you discard your shirt to the floor.

"I am," you assure him. "I know my safeword and stuff. I trust you guys, and I trust Channie to keep an eye on us."

Minho smiles and steals a kiss. "That's good," he nods.

Chan kisses you next, caressing your cheek. "I got you, baby girl."

Minho wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you with him to the sofa. He sits down with you in his lap and softly kisses you, nudging your noses together. "Gonna make you feel so good, honey."

You allow yourself that little moment of reassurance and watch Chan as he prepares your favorite pillow for your head. You're only wearing your underwear now, and a shiver runs down your spine as Chan opens your bra, kissing the back of your neck as he pulls it off your body. A soft groan escapes Minho at the sight of your breasts, nipples hardening at the sudden change of temperature. Chan cups your breasts and kneads them, making you moan out his name. He kisses your shoulder softly and exchanges a fond look with Minho. "Such a beautiful girl. Y/nnie and I are going to take good care of your needs, bunny," he promises him, and Minho beams at him so full of love it makes his stomach flutter. Chan soothingly fondles down your sides, coming to a halt on your hips. "Get on your back for Minnie, okay?"

You nod compliantly and get comfortable. The sight of your boyfriends admiring your body makes you squirm a little. Their eyes seem to be undressing you even though you're only wearing panties by now. Minho glances at Chan obediently, sitting on his knees between your legs. "Hyungie, can I start?" he asks gently.

Chan gets comfortable in an armchair opposite you and nods. "You can start, baby." He watches as Minho pulls down your panties and marvels at the form of your naked body. "Open your gorgeous legs for Min," he tells you, smiling as you do without hesitating.

Minho doesn't waste a second, getting comfortable between your legs and burying his face in your soaking core with a sweet groan. "Mhm fuck missed you so much," he tells you and licks up between your folds agonizingly slow.

You hum softly at the motion and smile down at him. "Me or my pussy?"

Chan snorts, and Minho shoots you a playful glare. "Both, obviously," he clarifies, rubbing up your thighs and spreading your folds with his fingers, watching as you clench around nothing. He hums to himself before burying himself in your wet core, dragging his tongue across your tensing hole. His nose pushes against your clit as he does, and you shudder above him. Fuck, he missed that. "Sweet girl," he marvels, tongue traveling all over your soaking pussy to lap up your juices. "So fucking wet for us."

"Can I touch him?" you ask, glancing at Chan and almost choking on your breath. Chan's sitting on the armchair, legs spread wide, and strokes his dick, still fully dressed besides that.

"Sure," Chan hums gently before his eyes travel back to Minho buried between your legs.

You glance down as well, biting your lip hard as Minho looks up at you through his long lashes, moaning sinfully at the taste of you. You reach out for him, running your hand through his hair, and he hums pleased, eyes fluttering close a little. Minho pushes his tongue inside, thumb lovingly caressing your clit. He moans, vibrations shooting up your body at it. "Shit, Min, feels so good," you moan blissfully and tug at his hair.

Minho whimpers against you, and glancing down, you notice him more or less subtly rutting against the sofa.

"Min," Chan moans out, and Minho pulls away from you, making you whine at the sudden loss. "Stop fucking the sofa, I told you we'd take care of you." Minho doesn't even protest, even though his dick hurts as he watches Chan. You follow his eyes, swallowing softly. Chan's curls frame his face beautifully, lips parted with soft pants as he strokes himself. "Go on," he breathes out.

"Please don't cum yet," Minho says quietly, and Chan frowns at him. "Want to suck you off when I'm done with her."

"No need, this is enough," he says, gesturing at the two of you.

Minho's body trembles, and tears brim his eyes, making you gulp softly. "Hyungie, please," he pouts sincerely, and you gently take his hand, soothingly fondling it. Your heart hurts at how desperate he looks, and you begin to understand why Chan is so damn protective of him. If that's the side he sees of Minho when they get intimate and vulnerable, it's no surprise he'd keep him safely stored in his pocket if he could. "Wanna make you two feel good before you take care of me, please."

Chan searches his eyes observantly before nodding. "Okay, Minnie baby," he says, eyes growing incredibly soft. "Now, take good care of Y/nnie."

"I will," he nods eagerly, a beautiful smile covering his face. He squeezes your hand tenderly before burying himself back between your legs, sucking at your clit.

You gush against him with a loud moan, hand shooting back into his hair and pressing him close. "Fuck," you whisper, hips bucking up against him. "Ch-Channie," you press out, stomach tightening at Minho's skillful little licks and touches. Chan hums in response, only lazily stroking himself now. "M'so close."

"You like it that much?" he asks, and you whine in response. "Hear that, Minnie, she can't answer properly with your mouth on her." Minho almost purrs at that, squeezing your thighs. "Go on then, beautiful, make a mess of our pretty boy."

The sinful moan against your clit that leaves Minho's lips at that is enough to push you over the edge. You moan out his name loudly, body spasming beneath him. Your eyes roll back as Minho collects all your juices, not stopping even as you whimper from overstimulation. "Fuck, Min, stop," you beg, trying to squirm away, but he keeps you in place. "Min-ohh," you squeeze your eyes shut as he sucks on your clit so eagerly it makes you cum again. You pull at his hair and shake at another intense orgasm. "Channie," you plead as Minho keeps going on, too pussy drunk to stop.

Chan tucks himself back in and steps next to you, grabbing Minho by his hair and pulling him back. Minho leans into the firm grip, lips parting with a breathy moan. His face is a mess, and so is his hair, and he smiles at you lazily. "Easy there, bunny, not so eager."

"Sorry," he apologizes softly to you and fondles your thighs. "Love you, kitten."

"Love you too, honey," you assure him softly.

"Mhm, look at the mess you made," Chan hums gently, wiping his thumb across Minho's glistening lips and licking it clean with a soft sound.

Minho moves onto the floor, reaching up to unbutton Chan's jeans before hesitating. He glances up at him with pleading eyes. "Can I suck you off now, hyung?"

Chan chuckles softly and unbuttons his pants for him, pulling them down to his knees with his boxers and sitting down at the end of the sofa. "Come here, baby," he nods, and Minho does, resting his chin on his knees. Chan reaches out for you, soothingly rubbing your thigh as you're still coming down from your high. He smiles gently as Minho eagerly leans forward as soon as Chan makes room for him, spreading his legs. He licks up his shaft, hand stroking him experimentally. Chan groans softly as Minho wraps his lips around him and sinks down deeper. He tenses as he hits Minho's throat, and he gags around him, tears shooting to his eyes. Chan pulls him back and leans down, cupping his face. "Stop rushing, baby; we have all the time you need, okay?" he asks soothingly, kissing his forehead, nose, and lips. Minho kisses back with a soft moan, gripping the fabric of Chan's pulled-down jeans. Chan lovingly runs his hand through his hair, soothing him for a moment before guiding him back down. Minho takes his time now, relaxing his jaw as he goes on, moaning at the taste of Chan on his tongue.

You sit up shakily after a few moments and lovingly kiss down Chan's neck, who throws his head back against the sofa to give you more room. Your hand roams his stomach before covering Chan's, buried in Minho's hair, and intertwining your fingers. Chan gasps as you bite down below his ear, nipping at his skin and guiding Minho's head with him. "Minnie, look how good you're making Channie hyung feel," you tell him, and Minho glances up, fingers gently massaging his balls.

Chan's jaw grows slack, plump lips falling open with a beautiful moan. His eyes flutter close as Minho takes him in deeper, moaning around him. His hand sinks down to his neck, keeping him in place as he thrusts into his mouth. "So good, bunny," Chan presses out. "Doing so well for me, fuck," he pants, pushing himself further down Minho's throat. Chan turns his head, chasing your lips, and you let him kissing him passionately. He moans into your mouth, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as he gets close. "Min, baby, fuck," he barely gets out before shoving Minho down his dick roughly, releasing down his throat with a guttural groan.

Minho pulls back with a fucked out look on his face once Chan loosens his hold on him and licks his lips in anticipation. Chan catches his breath and cups his face with one hand, gently wiping the spit off his chin with his thumb. "Good?" Minho asks sweetly.

Chan smiles fondly, tucking himself back in. "You've been very good."

Minho glances at you expectantly, and you can't fight the smile covering your lips. "So good," you agree and lovingly ruffle his hair. Minho hums, pleased with himself.

"Now, bunny, I'll prepare you so I can make you feel all good and full as you wanted," Chan explains, still caressing his cheek. "Once you're ready, Y/nnie will help me out, okay?"

"Okay," Minho nods quickly.

"Y/N?" Chan checks in, and all you can do is nod. "Speak up."

"Yes, sir," you stammer, not quite sure where the hell that comes from, but Chan doesn't seem to mind, poking your cheek. You let him guide you into your previous position and watch them curiously as he pulls Minho to his feet. Chan helps him undress, kissing him firmly as he does. Minho lets him, chasing his lips with soft whines. Chan lets Minho undress him beside his boxers and kisses him one last time before whispering something to him you can't hear. You watch Minho cautiously as he comes over and laugh, surprised as he climbs on top of you, cuddling you close. "Hey there," you smile as he nuzzles his face in your neck. The simple act of feeling his weight on top of you, his golden skin pressing against yours, makes you feel so safe and grounded it's ridiculous.

"Missed you," Minho whispers against your skin.

"I missed you too, darling," you tell him and watch Chan getting comfortable on the sofa behind Minho, gently pushing your legs apart to scoot closer.

Chan fondles Minho's back for a moment before grabbing his hips and pulling him onto his knees. "Ready?" he asks, and Minho hums, agreeing, burying himself deeper into your neck as his bum is on full display for Chan. Chan locks eyes with you and smirks. "Our dear boy felt a little embarrassed because of the sounds he makes when I stretch him out," Chan explains, and a smile creeps on your face. "I thought cuddling you might help."

"Aw, really, Minnie?" you ask softly, and Minho nods, squirming a little in your arms. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, love," you soothe him as Chan spreads his cheeks with his fingers. "Let us hear how good you feel; I bet you sound incredibly sweet."

"I'm not sweet," he mutters playfully offended, grip on your hip tightening in surprise as Chan licks up between his cheeks. A soft whine falls from his lips, proving your point.

Minho's face grows hot against your skin as Chan eats him out skillfully, hands kneading his thighs and bum. His warm breath tickles your skin, and his hand gropes your hips and thighs, trying to steady himself. Beautiful tiny moans, whimpers, and whines, growing in volume and pitch, now fall freely from his lips. He's pushing back to meet Chan's tongue and grows desperate in his movements. Chan eases two fingers inside and brushes them against his prostate. Minho collapses on you with a broken moan and starts fucking himself on Chan's fingers, dragging his dick through your folds and against your clit as he does. "Hyungie," he whines, and you fondle his hair, eyes fluttering with every drag of his hips. You kiss his head and moan softly as he starts intentionally grinding down against you. “God, Y/N.”

Chan lets him for now, kissing up his back, and soon has four fingers buried deep inside. He can tell Minho is getting close by how his body arches into his touch and his moans grow higher pitched. He suddenly pulls out, and Minho cries out his name in utter despair. "Shh, bunny, you can't cum yet, okay?"

"Why?" he asks, sounding heartbroken.

Chan gently rubs his sides and smiles down at him fondly. "Because you wanted to stuff our pretty girl with your cum, didn't you?" Minho moans weakly and nods face still buried in your neck. "Good, now switch positions with Y/N."

Minho falls into the cushions heavily, staring up at the two of you with his tired, soft brown eyes. He looks adorably handsome like this, and you can't stop the moan tumbling from your lips as Chan pulls you flush against his body. "Fuck, Channie hyung, you're gonna…," he trails off as Chan runs his fingers down your folds, collecting your juices, and pushes in. You melt against him with a loud moan, reaching back and tangling your hand in his hair to steady yourself.

"Patience," he tells Minho and locks eyes with him as he opens you up, thumb caressing your clit. "Such a good girl," he praises you as he soon eases in a third finger, stretching you out perfectly. You whine softly and roll your hips, meeting his fingers needily.

Minho moans at the sight of you and casually spreads his legs, slowly picking up on Chan's delicious idea.

Chan kisses his way down your neck, making you whimper his name. "Get a pillow, Minho baby." Minho reaches out for one and lifts his hips, shoving it beneath him. "Good boy," he praises him, and Minho bites his lower lip hard. He pulls his fingers from you and pats your hip, deciding you're ready. "I'll go get the lube, you two behave."

"Yes, sir," you say compliantly.

"Min," Chan says firmly, and Minho's head snaps from your dripping pussy up to his face.

"Yes, hyungie, of course," he promises quickly.

A few minutes later, you're straddling Minho's lap. His fingers sink into the flesh of your hips as he's buried fully inside you, lips parting with a soft gasp at your tight heat. His face contorts with pleasure, eyebrows knitted together, and eyes squeezed shut. Chan plants a soft kiss on your shoulder, groaning as he eases himself inside of Minho. A mutual moan escapes them as he's buried deep inside. Chan inhales softly, glancing down at him. "Min?"

"Mhm?" Minho hums, eyes still squeezed shut as he gets used to the feeling of Chan's dick stretching his hole and you clenching around him at the same time.

"You're good?" he asks, at the same time fondling your hip.

"Yeah," Minho nods breathlessly, cheeks flushing red. "Need a moment," he chuckles.

You bite your lower lip with anticipation as you watch him adjust to the overwhelming feeling. It's enough for you already to have him that deep inside without him moving and Chan right behind you. You can't imagine how good Minho must be feeling now.

"That's alright, you're in charge," he assures, soothingly fondling his thigh, making his boyfriend hum.

Minho slowly opens his eyes and takes a few deep breaths. Chan has repeatedly told him that he was in charge whenever he fully submitted to him. Chan wouldn't do anything that pushed him over his limits; he'd never hurt him on purpose, and he'd stop at any time without getting mad. This has created a net of safety and comfort for Minho early on, allowing him to submit that easily in the first place. He meets Chan's sweet chocolate orbs and feels a warm wave of safety crashing over him, numbing his senses. Then he meets your feverish soft eyes and feels so fond of you his heart might burst. "Okay," he breathes out.

"Baby girl?" he asks softly, and you hum in response. "You can start moving slowly."

"Thank you," you breathe out, relieved, and lift your hips before sinking back down on him. Minho beneath you sighs and fondles up your thighs shakily. You moan sweetly at the very needed friction and brace yourself on Minho's chest.

Chan lets you find your rhythm for a bit before gently rubbing Minho's thigh. "Tell me if it's too much," he says, and Minho nods, whimpering with pure need as Chan braces himself on the sofa and pulls back, only to thrust back into him slowly. He matches your pace, pulling out whenever you sink down on Minho and pushing back inside when you lift your hips. "That's okay?"

"Very okay," Minho breathes out, eyes fluttering. "Feels good," he adds after a moment, a soft whimper lacing his voice.

Chan taps your hips, signaling you to speed up a little, and once again adjusts to your rhythm. "How's the view, bunny?" he asks, lovingly cupping your breast.

Minho chokes on his next moan and grips your thighs tightly. "So pretty, Y/nnie," he tells you. "Wanted to fuck you so bad, missed that gorgeous - god fuck - pussy so bad," he rambles, making you shiver at the raw lust coating his orbs.

You moan softly and meet his hips. "Yeah? You've only had it for such a short time but can't get enough of it, do ya?"

Chan eyes you curiously as you seem to switch a little, growing more dominant with Minho. His boyfriend stares at you with wide eyes, seemingly incredibly turned on by you doing so.

"What did you miss more? That pussy or your hyung's dick stuffing you until you're dumb?" you ask, and Minho swallows softly, wincing as you grab his chin.

"Don't make me choose," he pleads softly, and Chan didn't think he'd see him do that with anyone else but him.

"What if you had to?" you ask, enjoying this little game.

Minho's eyes dart back and forth between you and Chan, growing confused, and suddenly, he looks almost anxious. "I don't know," he whimpers, eyes brimming with tears. "I don't wanna choose just one, wanna have you both."

"Fucks sake," Chan groans deliciously, burying his face in your shoulder as his hips buck forward.

You smile fondly and brush back his hair. "That's why you're such a good baby boy," you praise him, and Minho whimpers in response, lower lip trembling.

"Yeah?" he asks timidly.

"Yes, gorgeous," you smile at him and pat his chest. "Such a good baby."

Chan rubs his thigh and flashes him a smile. "You're doing so well, such a good little bunny for us," he tells him.

Minho seems to melt beneath you, blushing heavily at your combined praises. He throws his head back as the two of you pick up pace once more. His jaw grows slack as you seem to punch out whiny, shaky moans from him. He doesn't hold back anymore, falling apart with every roll of your hips, with every thrust Chan delivers. Minho feels heavenly, and the combined pleasure is almost a little too much. He feels himself starting to slip away and reaches out for Chan with one hand weakly. "Channie, hyungie," he whispers.

Chan intertwines their hands and searches his face observantly. "I'm here, you can let go," he assures him, and Minho moans sweetly.

Minho's face relaxes, a lazy smile spreading across his lips and his head slowly drops to the side. His hand relaxes in Chan's but stays there, his other drops from your thigh onto the sofa.

"What's happening?" you ask quietly, stopping your movement and frowning when Minho whimpers in protest.

"Keep going, baby girl," Chan tells you, soothingly fondling Minho's hand. "Subspace. Happens sometimes."

"Oh," you nod gently and pick up your previous pace, bouncing on him.

"I'll know when something's wrong, but practically all he wants is for you to keep using him the way you did before," he tells you between pants before speaking up again. "Min, you're okay?" he asks, and Minho needs a moment before reacting to his voice and squeezing his hand.

Minho feels like he's floating, heart bursting with joy to be used by Chan and you. His needy moans turn into tiny, weak whimpers, and Chan's hand feels heavy in his. He can hear your voices through a heavy fog, feeling safe as you two talk to him.

Your stomach tightens at the sight of Minho being so fucked out he can't respond besides squeezing Chan's hand. "I'm so close," you tell Chan.

"Cum whenever you're ready, beautiful," Chan encourages you, chasing his own high.

You desperately roll your hips and reach down, toying with your clit to give yourself that last push. Chan gently encourages you, guiding you through it as you cum with a loud groan of their names. Minho beneath you whines as you clench around him repeatedly, shaking on top of him. "Fuck, Chan," you whisper once you start to get overstimulated, and Minho's eyes fill with tears.

"Kiss his neck for me, baby girl, let's help him out," he says soothingly.

You lie down on Minho, still keeping him inside, and gently litter his skin with kisses that have him humming appreciatively. The force of Chan's thrusts and Minho's weak attempts to push back make you bounce on his dick, moaning against his neck. Chan behind you grows quiet, his once-controlled pace gets messy, and you can tell he's close. "Come on, Channie hyung," you moan out softly. "Let go."

Chan spills into Minho with a long, loud groan, slamming his hips inside of him roughly. "Fuck, yeah," he growls, and Minho suddenly tenses up, tears slipping from his eyes as his face scrunches up in pleasure.

A loud sob ripples through him, and you can feel him coating your walls. Continuous weak little moans leave him as you two help him through it, and he can do nothing but enjoy the pleasure coursing through his body.

Chan pulls out very carefully, and Minho whimpers at the loss. He lifts you off his dick, and that's when Minho reacts.

"Hyung, no, please," he cries, grabbing your arm. "Don't go."

Chan soothingly rubs his side. "We're here, baby, you're okay."

You get comfortable on his left and Chan on his right. You both cuddle him close, soothingly fondling his hair and body, whispering sweet nothings to him. "You're so pretty, darling," you whisper.

"You did such a good job, Minho baby," Chan adds, and Minho closes his eyes, cuddling into the two of you. Chan seems to know exactly how to coax him back out, and you do your best to support him. Once he's sure Minho's alright, he exchanges a glance with you. "We should go and clean up," he says, and you nod tiredly.

Chan prepares the bathtub for the three of you and carries you there first, helping you into the warm water. He kisses your forehead and smiles fondly. "I'll go get Min."

"Okay," you smile softly.

He gently lowers Minho into the water with you before getting in himself. He pulls Minho into his lap, who cuddles up against him tiredly. You cuddle into Chan’s left side, resting your head on his chest next to Minho’s. Minho’s hand finds yours in the warm water, easing your bodies. For a while, you all simply relax in silence before Chan and you help Minho washing his hair and body for him. Chan then does the same for you, and you’re ready to sleep once he’s done. You’re amazed at how quickly Chan has the two of you in bed, comfortably dressed and hair dried. Minho clings to you as Chan leaves you to finish up himself, and you lazily fondle his hair.

Chan smiles softly at the sight of you two, all cuddled up and waiting for him. His curls are still damp from rushing a little to take care of you as soon as possible. As soon as he climbs into bed, the two of you are clinging to him, having him chuckle, and his heart swell with pride. He kisses both your heads and whispers to you how much he loves you, telling you to sleep. Neither Min nor you need a second invitation, dozing off quickly, trusting Chan to keep you safe in your sleep.

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ageingfangirl2 · 1 year

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Surprise Me! Mihawk (OPLA)

y/n is a new assassin who catches the eye of Mihawk. She thinks her past is private but the warlord knows a lot about her and wants to talk. Part 2 to Fight Someone Your Own Size.

Part 1

Y/N

After your encounter with the warlord Dracule Mihawk, you decided to skip town. He had an infamous reputation and it wasn't wise to get on his radar for good or bad reasons. You had a past, a bloody past that led you to skip from town to town until you landed in the last town and actually felt safe until those stupid guys had to attack you in the alley. You were a trained killer, a fresh one at that, which is how you garnered a leave me alone kind of reputation. The reason you never settled down was the fear of being hunted down for what you did.

You were an orphan, a scrappy one at that, fast and light-fingered, which is how you gained the attention of your former master. He took you in when you were ten, housed and fed you, training you to kill those who wronged others while giving you an education you wouldn't have gotten on the streets. You owed him everything, but you couldn't give him everything he wanted.

If anyone did come looking for you those men from the alley knew your face, it was a rookie move leaving them alive, you had to go back. They wouldn't sell out Mihawk, no one would believe them but they would throw you under a cart to save their own skin.

You return to town at night, grabbing your knives and scouting each of the men's homes. It was simple after that, breaking in and killing each of them with a single sliced throat. Now you could leave town without fear of being exposed.

However, that was really short-lived as you're stopped in your tracks by a familiar voice that sent shivers down your spine, 'huh...'

You gulp and dare to look up from his bare chest to meet his piercing eyes, '...what?'

He watches you intensely, like a rabbit he had caught in a trap and wasn't sure what to do with it next, 'nothing, I just didn't know you had that in you. You also don't seem like the type to come back to the same town twice y/n.'

This makes you laugh, 'the fact you think you know anything about me at all, is genuinely hilarious.'

You go to step around him but he continues to block your path, 'your real name is y/n l/n, your parents died in a house fire when you were five but it wasn't an accident. Your father abused your mother and she snapped when he forced himself onto you so set the fire. You lived on the streets for five years before being taken in at age ten by a man calling himself David. And for the next eight years, he made you into a killer. But now he's dead and you're all alone again,' he lists off your life story blankly.

Your hand goes for a knife, 'you knew David? Are you going to kill me because I killed him?'

'You think you killed him y/n? What do you remember?' Mihawk asks, intrigued by you.

'Before you saved me in that alley I've seen your face before but I can't remember where. Do I know you?' you answer his question with your own question.

Mihawk inhales loudly, clearly annoyed that you weren't answering him, 'I like people to follow my orders. When I ask you a question you'll answer. But I'll let it slip just this once y/n, now tell me about that night.'

You click your tongue and bow your head, 'not much, it's all a bit of a blur. He tried to come onto me and I must have snapped remembering my father because next thing I know he's dead.'

You shudder, remembering vividly the night David put his hands on you and got angry when you refused. If you didn't submit to him he was going to kill you, so you had to fight back.

MIHAWK

I do the unthinkable and pull y/n into me watching the wheels turn in their head, 'we met briefly when you were eleven, I was curious what David saw in you. We then met for a second time when you were eighteen. I believe men should show honour and respect women, so when I saw him on top of you I killed him, you passed out and I left.'

y/n looks up at me, and through their emotions, I see further, I see hunger and drive, 'what happens now Mihawk?'

'You're still not ready to be out on your own so you're coming with me and I'll finish your training. You don't have any say in the matter because now you owe me your life,' I state, and y/n nods.

y/n then motions around them, 'any more loose ends to tie up?'

I shake my head, 'All taken care of, now let's go.'

I place my hand on y/n's back and guide them into the shadows. They continued to surprise me, and with my training, everyone was going to fear them.

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colubrina · 1 year

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what does querying mean

Ah! OK. I forget that normal people don't know what this process entails.

So, if you want to be "trad" published (which basically means the kind of published that gets your book into bookstores) you will probably need a literary agent. Some small presses do not require that writers submit books for consideration through an agent, but pretty much every book you've ever heard of went through both a literary agent and a publisher that requires authors use them. So, how do you get a literary agent? You send a very specialized letter called a 'query letter', often with the first few pages of your novel, for them to read and decide if they want to 'represent' it, which means try to sell it for you in exchange for a 15% commission. The query letter I used for the 6th book I queried was this...

Dear [agent],

NO GOOD WITCHES is a 90,000-word YA speculative that will appeal to readers of A Deadly Education and Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes. It’s a ‘girl goes evil and gets shit done while awe-stuck boy holds her purse so she can do the murders’ kind of book with popular tropes including found family, female friendship, dark academia, morally grey characters, power corrupts, and a romance where the boy is bad but the girl is worse (you could save him, I could make him worse; we are not the same).

Seventeen-year-old Calla watches the witch burnings on television along with everyone else in the United States. Witches can move things with their minds. They know what people are thinking. They’re terrifying, and dangerous, and the shows are a nationwide reminder that witches will not be tolerated. Her friends have never suspected Calla is one, and she needs to keep it that way. But when she answers a question before it’s asked in a history class, her future goes up in flames. She can read minds. She’s evil. Game over.

Caught and terrified, Calla is surprised when she isn’t dragged to a pyre, but to a hospital where she’s poked and prodded to find out how powerful she is. Turns out, good witches—compliant witches—don’t get sent to the stake. They get trained in hidden schools and sharpened into weapons. Their ability to manipulate matter powers the electrical plants and their mindreading gets used by the diplomatic corp. Calla doesn’t feel like getting burned alive, so she learns everything she can.

Including how she—and her new witch friends—can burn the system down rather than let powerful men exploit their magic.

By the time she’s done, there won’t be a single good witch left.

I was mentored in both the Pitch Wars and Author Mentor Match programs, and I was previously represented but my agent and I have amicably parted ways and this manuscript has never been on submission. I live in Connecticut with cats, my family, and some unhappy plants. I am not a witch.

Thank you,

Collie

I sent 69 versions of this query out, 2 of which were referrals (meaning a current client of the agent recommended me)

17 times the agent ghosted my query.

43 times the agent rejected at the query stage

7 times the agent requested more materials. (This is about a 10% request rate and is not great but not terrible either.)

2 times the agent ghosted the requested materials

3 times the agent rejected the additional materials

Once the agent offered me what's called a "revise and resubmit" where she sent some detailed edits I could do and then she would reconsider whether she wanted to rep it. I disagreed pretty strenuously with one of her suggestions (she wanted me to cut the romance) and so I didn't pursue it.

The whole process is tedious and unfun and pretty much necessary if you want your book to be in, say, Barnes and Noble. I do not enjoy it. I am going to do it for the seventh time starting this fall. Maybe I'll do a 'querying diary' the way I do a log of what I've written. That would be fun.

Ask me anything about querying. I am a bona fide expert on this.

#querying #500

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aoioozora · 6 months

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Simon.

Part 7

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13

Character: Simon Riley / Ghost

Content: Biker! Ghost x Fem! Reader, strangers to lovers, fluff, civilian au

Note: Reader and Alejandro interactions that make Simon jealous and a wee bit insecure. Tags: @cmbghost @gluttonybiscuits @paintlavillered @eatingtheworldsoffanfiction

____ pulled into the underground parking lot of the apartment complex, sighing. She had just come back from an underwhelming meeting with her editor.

She had proudly submitted the first few chapters of her manuscript, hoping they would be a hit, but was instead bombarded with the many suggestions of changes that should be made; while the plot itself was alright, the main complaint had to do with the male lead.

“Frederick is not captivating or interesting enough. He needs more depth and personality… Definitely something different from Elystran,” the voice of the editor echoed in her thoughts as she killed the engine of her car and stepped out of the car. The thought of it once again made her shoulders slump with disappointment.

Just as she did, out of the elevator across her parking spot came Alejandro. He spotted her and smiled. “Hey,” he greeted, twirling his car keys around his finger.

“Hey, where you off to? I thought you were at work already.”

He shrugged, “Took a day off for a doctor's appointment.”

“What happened?”

“Nasty back pain,” he sighed. Then noticing her dull spirits, he asked if she was okay.

“Yeah, I just came back from a meeting with the editor and apparently, I have a lot of stuff to change in my manuscript.”

“Ah,” he nodded solemnly, “I'm sorry to hear that.”

She shrugged. “It is what it is.”

Alejandro was silent for a moment, unsure whether to ask whatever he had on his mind. He decided to just go for it. “Do you mind if I read the manuscript? I'd like to see what it's all about. Maybe get a sneak peek into your next book too.” He winked at her.

“I was actually thinking of asking you just that.” She beamed, happy that he asked.

Alejandro raised his eyebrows. “Really?”

“Yeah. Actually, most of the problems in my manuscript are with the male lead, so I think your valuable input as a man would really help me out. And your general opinion as a reader too.”

The man couldn't help but feel flattered. “Is that so? Then I'd be happy to help you out. Just send me the manuscript and I'll read it soon.” He threw his car keys in the air and caught it in his rugged, tan hand and smiled.

“Perfect.” Just as she was about to say something else, she got a notification on her phone, which she immediately took out, hoping it was a message from the editor changing his mind about the manuscript.

But it was Simon. Though a little disappointed, she still smiled, and he noticed.

“Boyfriend?” he asked, raising his eyebrows teasingly at her.

“Yeah,” she nodded, grinning. She kept the phone back in her pocket, deciding to answer him later.

Alejandro found it a little odd that she wouldn’t reply to Simon immediately, but he figured, “Maybe it’s just me,” and decided to let it be.

“I’m offended you didn’t tell me you started dating,” he smirked, playfully putting on a tone of feigned offense as he put his hand on his chest. “How’d you two meet?”

She laughed at his dramatics and then briefly related the incident to him.

“So you two started dating only a month and a half after meeting each other? That's… quick.” Alejandro remarked, raising his eyebrow. He knew people could fall in love at first sight, but that wasn’t the case with everyone.

“Yeah,” her voice squeaked and her gaze faltered; she cursed herself for it. “We found a lot in common and… hit it off.”

“Hm…” he exhaled, noticing the vagueness and lack of conviction in her voice and body language, but decided not to comment on it, not wanting to jump into conclusions too soon. “Well, good for you. I’m glad you found someone,” he said with a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He then looked at his watch. “I should get going. Don’t wanna be late for the appointment.”

“Alright, see you later!” she said with some eagerness, wanting to end the conversation, for she didn't know how else she could cover up.

“See ya, muñequita.”

Simon had recently followed ____’s spam/personal account, and saw that the skeleton plushie made a very frequent appearance. It showed up even on her main account to her tons of followers.

The story on her personal account posted late in the morning showed the skeleton perched against her laptop screen along with the caption, “Serious writer’s block rn. He’s cheering me on!”

The next image, posted three hours later was of Alejandro in front of a laptop that looked like hers, captioned, “@-alevargas is giving me some pointers. He's ruthless 💀”

Simon grunted, feeling a spurt of jealousy. He rolled over on his side on Gaz's sofa, nearly kicking Johnny– who was seated on the floor– on the back of his head.

He didn't hear his friend's yelp as he was too busy feeling bummed that she didn't ask him, especially after the two shared meaningful conversations over her novel before.

“It's not like I can control who she chooses to share her work with,” he told himself resignedly, “Besides, we're just friends. I'm not supposed to be feeling jealous like this.”

Yet he couldn't help it.

Simon decided to scope out his competition by paying a visit to Alejandro's Instagram page. Upon reaching there, he found that the man was an up-and-coming part time model with a fair amount of followers. Even though Simon saw him in real life and found him to be a handsome man, his modeling photographs rendered him dangerously handsome; he had perfectly tanned skin, thick glossy black waves styled gorgeously to suit his masculine features, straight pearly whites for teeth, a near perfect five o'clock shadow, an athletic and muscular body, and a dazzling smile characteristic of motivational speakers. He was Mexican, to top it off, which meant that he most definitely was an outgoing and energetic guy.

Simon felt his confidence fade into insignificance. Here was a man perfect in every respect like an expertly cut diamond, and compared to him, Simon felt like an ugly, misshapen rock. His own features contrasted with Alejandro's in his brooding, glaring eyes, his pale skin, thin lips, crooked teeth, his somber and quiet outward personality, and most of all, his marred face and body.

He immediately exited Instagram and dropped the phone on his chest, sighing. “Yeah, with a bloke like him as competition, there's no way I'm winning,” he thought to himself, now resting his arm over his forehead.

“Oi, Ghosty,” Johnny nudged Simon's leg with his elbow.

The familiar nickname irked him all of a sudden, as it felt like a reminder of his flaws. “What?” he asked, trying not to sound snappy.

“Did ye ask ____ if she wants tae come for our one night camp?”

Simon grunted. “I'll ask later.”

“No. Yer gonna forget. Also, tell her that Lindsey is coming too.”

Lindsey. Simon remembered Johnny telling him about her soon after he confessed their stalking. A short, freckled, ginger girl; Johnny spoke about her a lot and with excitement too, even calling her ‘Jolene’ in reference to the Dolly Parton song. Simon wasn't particularly surprised that Johnny was gallivanting with yet another lady; that's what he had always been doing since high school. His wit, charm, smiles, energy, and particularly his Scottish accent recommended him greatly to the opposite sex. He only hoped that Lindsey wouldn't take him too seriously.

Simon picked his phone back up and sent a quick text to ____ about the camping trip and its general details. No sooner was he about to throw his device aside on the coffee table to pay more attention to Gaz who was playing his electric guitar nearby, her reply came.

Author Girl: of course I'd love to come!

Simon Riley: great. I'll let you in on more details later

Simon Riley: Johnny has invited your friend too apparently

Author Girl: Really? She didn't even tell me.

Simon Riley: u better ask her about it then.

There appeared to be a slight delay in her reply even though she was online, and he wondered what she was up to. Finally, a reply came after two minutes.

Author Girl: I'll do that :)

Simon Riley: Are you busy?

Author Girl: yeah kind of. Alejandro is giving me some suggestions for my story

He felt a twinge of jealousy again. “He's still there? At this point, maybe they make a better pair than she and I,” he thought despairingly.

Simon Riley: yeah, I saw ur Instagram story. How's it coming along?

Author Girl: it's coming along great. We're almost done here

Simon Riley: he's at your place?

Author Girl: yeah, he came over to give me some enchiladas he made and I invited him to come in.

Another twinge of jealousy, and another skill to add to Alejandro's repertoire.

Simon was so close to typing, “I wish you invited me instead,” but immediately deleted it.

Simon Riley: cool.

Simon Riley: I'll leave you two then, I got other things to do

Author Girl: sure. I'll text u back soon :)

Simon Riley: alright. Cheers

She noticed how he went offline so quickly and stared at her phone for a moment. “Is it just me or did he seem a little off?” she wondered to herself, hoping she wasn't reading too much into it. She shrugged it off, thinking it had to do with whatever he was busy with.

“Muñequita?” Alejandro's voice interrupted her reverie.

Her eyes snapped back to the man sitting across her. “Yes?” she smiled, not realising she had been engrossed with Simon.

He looked at the clock on her wall. “I should get going now. It's gotten late,” he said, now placing her laptop on the coffee table and rising.

“Oh right, I've kept you here long enough,” she chuckled as she rose too. “Wait here for a moment.”

Alejandro, confused and curious, stood by the coffee table as he watched her disappear behind her kitchen door. She soon appeared with a can of soda, which she put in his hand.

“That's for you, as thanks for the enchiladas and helping me out,” she said, grinning at him.

He chuckled and playfully gave her forehead a gentle knock with the edge of the cold can. “Thanks, muñequita,” he smirked, opening the tab of the can with a single finger and taking a long sip of the soda. “Well,” he began as soon as the sip was drowned, “I'll be off now. Good night.”

“Good night, Alejandro. Take care,” she said as she walked him to the door.

“You too, nena,” he gave her a little smile. “Call me if you need any more help, alright? I'll be at your beck and call,” he said only half-jokingly, giving her a wink.

She rolled her eyes and smiled. “You don't need to do that, but I'll let you know.”

As soon as he left, she breathed a heavy sigh. The conversation with Alejandro was fruitful, but she was exhausted. She decided to decompress and wind down for the night by taking a nice, long shower and a soak in the bathtub. She then had a simple dinner and just before bedtime, she was found on her bed in her satin pajamas and her phone, cuddled with the cushions and plushies; Little Simon, the most preferred and well loved, was tucked under her arm and pressed against her breast.

Her cute animal video marathon was interrupted by a message from (Bigger) Simon.

Simon Riley: wyd? Are you busy?

Author Girl: watching videos. Hbu?

Simon Riley: [photo]

Simon Riley: watching a film with the lads. It's boring

The photo showed a glowing television screen in a dark room, and a little cameo of Johnny's familiar mohawk at the bottom as he was seated on the floor in front of Simon.

Simon Riley: I'd rather talk to you

She felt her heart skip a beat.

Simon Riley: I hope I'm not disturbing you btw

Author Girl: no no you're not

Author Girl: tbh I'd rather be talking to you too 😂

It was now Simon's turn to feel his heart skip a beat.

Simon Riley: good, because I'm in for a conversation

Author Girl: what do u wanna talk about?

Simon Riley: hmm

Simon Riley: how did it go with Alejandro?

Unbeknownst her, Simon had to revise that text several times so as to not make himself sound unnecessarily overprotective, prying, and smothering. He hoped that he sounded casual and carefree enough.

Author Girl: went well. He gave me a lot of pointers for my male characters. My editor wasn't so happy with my male lead so I had to consult an actual guy to help me out

Simon Riley: you could've asked me

Author Girl: yeah well Alejandro was the first guy I came across so I thought I'd ask him. I was going to ask a bunch of different guys too so I'll be asking you next 😁

Simon Riley: good. I'll be glad to help.

Simon Riley: btw about the trip

Simon Riley: I need to fill u in w the finer details. Can I call you rn?

Author Girl: sure

She sat up straight on the bed with bated breath. Though he had a few phone calls with him, she still felt a little bit nervous. She was about to get lost in her thoughts when the blaring of her ringtone made her jump with fright. She scrambled to pick up the call.

“Hey!” she squeaked in a high pitch, and immediately cleared her throat.

“Hi darling,” he said, his voice deep and affectionate; she could hear him smiling. “You alright? You seem a little… I don't know, surprised?”

“No,” she said breathlessly, “No, no, I'm fine.” She chuckled. When she heard the faint sound of traffic on his side, she asked, “Are you out already?”

“Just the balcony,” he answered.” How could you tell?”

“I could hear some traffic.”

“You're sharp,” he complimented.

She smiled. “Thanks. Now, what did you want to discuss?”

“Right, yes,” his voice immediately turned serious. He gave her all the finer details of the trip for a few minutes and at the end of it, he asked, “We're planning on using a car to get there since it's gonna be the five of us and it will save on petrol. Do you think we could use your car?”

“Well if my car is in good enough condition for you, then I don't mind,” she said, a hint teasingly.

He chuckled. “If I check it and find anything wrong, I'll give you a bollocking,” he teased back.

“Oh come on,” she rolled her eyes, smiling, “You gave me enough of a bollocking the other day when my battery died. I'm not going to let you do it again.”

She heard him laugh, and like it always did, her heart melted.

“You deserved it,” he scoffed. “But anyway, batteries and bollockings aside, you're okay with your car being used?”

“Absolutely.”

“And you're comfortable driving long distances? Like I said, it will be a three hour drive, which is quite long by European standards.”

“I'm okay with it. It's been a long time since I've driven that long though.”

“Don't worry, if you're tired, I'll take your place.”

“You? But didn't you say you were a bad driver?” she smirked.

He could hear her smirking and thought he'd try to make her laugh. “If I try really hard, I can avoid hitting a tree.”

She burst out laughing. “You're banned from the driver's seat!”

He smiled, gratified. “Whatever shall I do,” he said sarcastically, smiling and shaking his head.

“If you can prove that you won't hit anything within the first five minutes of the drive, then maybe I'll consider letting you drive for longer,” she challenged, shifting in her seat on the bed and running her finger over the contours of Little Simon on her lap.

“Challenge accepted,” he said with a self-assured snort.

She smiled at his confidence and willingness. “So where are we all meeting again?” she asked.

“At my place. I'll send you directions for it after this.”

“Okay,” she exhaled, now thinking of what his place looked like. What sort of decor and aesthetic he preferred, what sort of colors he liked, and if he kept house plants.

The two continued to converse a little more until their eyes felt heavy and they started yawning.

“Are your friends still watching the movie?” she asked, by this time half sitting up and half laying down on her bed.

“I think it's almost over,” Simon, who was still seated in the balcony, looked over his shoulder at Gaz and Johnny who had their eyes still glued to the television set, despite them having melted into the sofa. “You sound sleepy, darling. You should go.”

“Hmm…” she sighed. “But I don't want to go,” she whined in a soft, sleepy mumble.

“Why not?” he questioned smilingly, not wanting her to hear how her sleepy whine was making him melt.

“I like talking to you,” she replied in a tone that was trying to convince him to stay. She rolled over on her side, holding Little Simon close to her chest.

The man's distant eyes softened as he heard this and he felt a little tickle in his stomach. His voice deepened, quietened, and mellowed as he replied, “Same here, my darling, but we'll talk again soon, alright? You sound like you're gonna fall asleep right now.”

He heard another little whine, and he chuckled, unable to stop finding her cuteness so endearing and sweet. “Go on now,” he encouraged gently.

She finally relented. “Good night, Simon,” she said in a half-whisper.

“Good night, my love.”

There ended the call, and Simon kept his phone on his thigh, feeling his face turn warm against the cool, damp air of the outdoors. He inhaled deeply and then exhaled.

“Fuck me…” he murmured, running a hand through his hair.

This phone call was a huge boost to his earlier insecurity. Their banter, her acting cute, her not wanting to stop talking to him was evidence enough that she preferred him over Alejandro. He could only hope that his hunch was right and that she wasn't doing the same thing with the other man.

When the sound of her puppy-like whine echoed in his mind again, he groaned, wishing he could punch a wall so he could feel manly again.

Any more, and she was going to be the death of him.

The same woman, blissfully unaware of how her unintentional cuteness affected Simon, was now half-asleep on her bed, fingers curled loosely around her phone, and Little Simon nestled under her arm.

“Elystran, from your first book, was bubbly and energetic. So I think that it would make sense for Frederick to be a little more reserved and aloof, but someone with power and authority, unyielding, and kind to nobody but Adelheid. Maybe if you knew someone with similar traits like these, you could use them as a model.” Alejandro's words from their earlier discussion echoed in her thoughts.

Like lazily floating clouds on a clear summer's day, her thoughts drifted, trying to think of who would make the perfect model.

Her thoughts settled on one man:

“Simon.”

End of Part 7.

Part 8

Thank you all for your love on this series! I enjoy writing this and all your wonderful likes, comments, and reblogs fuel my passion some more. It's sm fun to write fluff; too bad I don't see a lot of it on tumblr lol. But anyway, thank you all once again. Remember, if you enjoyed this and want to be notified for updates, leave a comment so that I can add you to my tag list. x

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build-a-zel · 18 days

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Welcome to Build-a-Zel

This account is run by @powdermelonkeg in an effort to keep things all in one place.

What is Build-a-Zel?

It's a community-run effort to make our OWN Zelda, based on polls I run. We'll be deciding everything from looks to style to personality for an original princess Zelda, and if that goes well, for a Link, Hyrule, and potentially story. And once we decide on all the physical traits, I'll make a concept art sheet!

How do I pitch in?

Vote. Vote like your life depends on it. Everything here is by community vote.

What if I want to vote on something that isn't here?

Send me an ask! Keep in mind that I have a queue system in place and that your ask might not show up immediately, or if there's been duplicate that I'll only post one asking the same question. Just make it clear that it's something you want voted on when you submit!

Let's make something fun out of this!

What's made the cut so far?

Dress color is a shade of blue, skirt is ankle-length

Owns a hooded cloak

Hair falls to mid-back, loose curls, gold color

Eye color is a shade of blue-green, with glasses

Freckles on face

Muscular, tall build, warm skin undertone

Anime-style artwork

Magic combat arsenal, a battlemage

Deuteragonist (works with Link)

Young adult

Only child with both parents, raised by Impa

Perfect princess, but only when people are watching; has an alter ego

Triforce of Wisdom, with a Triforce mark on hand; patterns spread out across arm when using powers

Uses an instrument: Lute

Hobby: Alchemy

#loz #zelda #build-a-zel

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spiritedscorpio · 1 year

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When you try to be dominant

Warning: NSFW content, afab! reader

Includes: Atsushi, Dazai, Ranpo, Chuuya, Yosano, Kunikida, Akutagawa, Nikolai, Higuchi, Fyodor

Atsushi:

He's pretty shy when it comes to being intimate. He gets flustered easily however in the heat of the moment, he'll have a tight grip on your thighs as he rams into you.

You decide to switch things up the next time you're being intimate. He had just removed your clothes and pulled you in for a kiss. His hands ran along your side, exploring the soft skin. You let him be in control until you got the urge to see how his flustered behavior would come into play in the bedroom. While your lips were still connected, you slipped your hand under the hem of his pants, palming his cock causing an unexpected moan to leave his lips. As you continue your actions he struggles to kiss back, eventually falling back onto his elbows and letting you take over. He raises his hips, allowing you to remove his pants and boxers before sinking down on his cock. All he is able to do is hold onto your hips, aiding your movements.

"W-what are you doing? Hah- I didn't expect this from you. but please... keep going, you feel so good"

Dazai:

He's extremely good at dirty talking; he knows exactly what to say to turn you on and turn you into a flustered mess underneath him. The next time he's towering over you, trailing both kisses and love bites down your body, you decide to take over, simply to see what he'd be like.

You push him back on the bed, him letting you do this to see what you were trying. Your fingers find their way around his cock, pumping it a few times before wrapping your lips around it. A smirk quickly finds its way to his lips and his fingers begin gripping your hair. He’s quick to thrust up into your throat, setting the pace himself. “My, aren’t we needy? And here I was taking my time with you but it seems that you just want to be fucked like a slut”

His words fluster you, making you lose all your confidence and he uses the opportunity to flip you onto your knees. “Very well, I suppose I’ll indulge you”

Although it won’t happen often, he’d probably let you top him if you asked nicely.

Ranpo:

Whether it’s him thrusting into you or you riding him, he doesn’t care as long as he’s inside you. Because of this, the only way to really get him to submit is with words. Praise him. Tell him he’s good and how good he’s making you feel and he’s yours. Especially if he’s not feeling particularly confident that day, praise him and it'll drive him wild.

You walk into his office to find him looking through the evidence for a case with a frustrated look on his face. The agency was fairly empty so you lock the door behind you and suggest that a distraction may help him feel better. You pull his pants and boxers down to his knees before sinking to your knees, sucking on his cock. Once he reaches his first orgasm you wrap your arms around his neck and sink onto his cock. He’s already sensitive so needy whimpers and whines leave his lips as you tell him how good he’s being. As you whisper praise into his ear you feel him twitch inside you, his second release already nearing.

“Ah, this is exactly what I needed... I'm all yours darling. Please... tell me I'm good. I'll be good for you... I promise"

Chuuya:

He always took the dominant role, saying that he should since he's the man. Since you're always the one submitting, you get the urge to see what he'd be like underneath his cocky exterior. The only way to top him is to overwhelm him with pleasure.

The next time he has you half naked, straddling his lap, lips locked with his own you grind your hips on his clothed cock. "Eager, aren't we?" A cocky remark leaves his lips although he lets you continue your actions. You move your lips to his neck, sucking on the tender skin while your hands find their way under his shirt, gently rubbing and tugging on his nipples. He progressively becomes more vocal as he slowly starts to lose his composure, a smirk spreading across your face as you realize your plan is working. Soon enough he's all yours and begging for you not to stop and to feel you around him. "Fuck- you're gonna be the death of me but please... don't stop. Ah, you feel so good, please... I need to be inside you"

Yosano:

Sex with her is amazing; she always prioritizes your needs whether they be being cared for like a princess, or ruined like a slut. She always took the dominant role but you didn't mind, she knew what she was doing and it was extremely hot however you eventually wondered if you could turn the tables on her.

When the two of you are in bed relaxing together, you run your hand over her body and lean up to kiss her-- the kiss soon turning into a make out session. Your hand reaches under the lovely nightgown she had on and rubs circles over her clothed clit, a soft exhale leaving her. "Well would you look at who's trying to be in charge" She pulls away from you and sits back, interested to see how you would go about this. Your head is soon between her legs, her muscular thighs pressuring the sides of your head as you eat her out.

"Fuck, just like that, I'm so close... Well... I certainly didn't expect that. Now how about I return the favor, hm?"

Kunikida:

He also felt that he should always be the top but that just made you want to switch things up even more. He normally had so much composure and you wanted to break it. You wanted to break him.

The next time the two of you are at home, you put on a new black set of lingerie you recently bought. You ask him what he thinks and when he looks up at you a deep blush spreads across his face. He simply says it's nice however you noticed his wandering gaze. You pout at him, claiming he barely even looked at it before going to sit on his lap, giving him a better look. He's quick to tell you that you look very good, his point being confirmed by the erection you felt under you. Several moments pass by where neither of you do anything but his eyes show his desire. You ask him if something's wrong innocently, the blush on his face deepening as you put him on the spot. He huffs in annoyance, saying you already know what he wants causing you to get off his lap. You whisper that you'll give him what he wants if he just tells you. He says he wants you to suck him off and you sink to your knees, smirking. The embarrassment and pleasure is too much for him, making him putty in your hands, allowing you to take the reigns.

"Well, ah, this is quite unlike you. Is this going to be a regular thing? Ah, well I s-suppose I don't mind if you keep this up"

Akutagawa:

Just like in day to day life, he’s pretty quiet in the bedroom, only a few low moans and groans leaving him. He never really says anything he wants you to do and just goes with the flow of things. Although he never says anything, his body is very telling. If you point it out, he's all yours.

The next time you're relaxing in bed, you press your ass against his crotch and his eyes shoot open. You wait for him to calm back down before rubbing your ass against him and soon enough you feel him get hard. His breath hitches although he does nothing. "What's this?" You roll over so you can see his face. "Are you turned on right now?" He averts your gaze and says it's not his fault when you're moving like that. Even though he's not really showing it, he's incredibly embarrassed. You understand that he's relatively uncomfortable with being vocal in these situations so you just want him to say one thing at least. As you palm him over his pants, he grows visibly frustrated with your pace. You tell him that if he wants something, all he has to do is tell you so he pauses before speaking. "Please... make me come. Ah, you sure can be clueless when you want to, whatever j-just don't stop"

It may go like this but if he's angry, he may just use his ability to hold you in place and ruin you.

Nikolai:

He knows how to use his words to make you melt and squirm and because of this, he was normally the top.

The next time you're making out, clothes scattered around the floor, you reach down to stroke his cock. His eyes immediately widen and he moans into the kiss. He eventually pulls away and leans back, curious to see what you would do. You move so you're hovering over him and he expected you to ride him but you straddle his thigh instead. Your hips make a steady back and forth motion on his thigh, coating it in your arousal. He whines at the fact that he isn't directly getting you off and you shut him up by pulling him in for a kiss. Once you separate, his eyes watch you intently as you get closer and closer to your release. He begs you to touch him, to do anything, his cock straining under you from you not giving it attention.

"Please... let me make you come... Please, I need you"

Higuchi:

She prioritizes your needs and comfortability during sex, never being overly rough with you. Switching was never something she seemed to have a problem with however you found the confidence she had in the bedroom attractive so you always let her top you.

The next time you're making out, you eventually pull away and bring your hands to her shoulders, sliding down the soft skin. You tell her how beautiful you think she is and her face instantly turns pink. After continuing to praise her, she turns into a flustered mess under you, letting you take control. Gently spreading her legs, you run two fingers up her slit before pushing them in. You watch her face as you fuck her with your fingers however her eyes are shut, unable to bring herself to make eye contact. She lets out soft moans and curses as you increase your pace, her breathing growing ragged. As she comes her legs spasm around your hand and you slow your pace as she rides out her high.

"Fuck... you're a little too good at that, but please... let me return the favor"

Fyodor:

The thought of you topping him has never crossed his mind. He enjoyed you submitting to him and ruining you. Since he had such a strong opinion on this, you really wanted to see what it would be like if you switched things up.

You decide to put on a skimpy little maid outfit to try and seduce him. While he's working on his laptop you walk into the room, innocently tidying up a few things. He glances at you, taking note of your outfit before returning his attention to his work. You make a point to bend over to clean things off the floor, the skirt of your dress raising to reveal your ass. To you, it seemed like he wasn't getting the hint so you went to sit on his lap. "Hm? Oh it's nothing, I just figured since I'm dressed like this I should give you some service~" He doesn't give in right away, instead choosing to mock you and go on about how needy you are. You go to remove his clothes before wrapping your lips around his cock, attempting to set the pace yourself however his hand prevented you from doing so. He kept a firm grip around your head as he thrusted up into your throat, an amused grin spreading across his face as he watches you struggle to take in his cock.

"Ah, it seems someone has forgotten who's in charge here. I'll be sure to remind you of that shortly. Go on, take some more"

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nats-bottom · 3 months

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NR - She's Gone

Summary: Soulmate AU - Reader and Nat are soulmates where they feel each other's injuries. When Nat sacrifices herself, Reader doesn't know what is going on.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff and Reader

Warnings: Angst, Nat Death, The Blip, Panic Attack, Injuries

Notes:

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Y/n POV

I knew they were out there somewhere, but I just couldn't wait to meet them. My one and only. My other half. My soulmate. All my friends had found their soulmate, but I had yet to find mine. The way people found their soulmate was by receiving the same injuries as them, but to a lesser extent. And for some reason, I always got hurt. Well, my soulmate was, and I was just feeling part of it. I didn't hate them for it, but sometimes I wished I got hurt more just to give them something back.

I remember this one time when I was about 17, I got this pain in my lower abdomen that felt like the worst cramps I had ever gotten. It felt more like my uterus was being ripped out of you. It was terrible, and I even had to take school off that day. Ever since then, my period has been irregular. I wondered what happened to my soulmate, and what they went through to make me feel that pain.

But now, I am also in a lot of pain. My whole body ached, and I had cuts and bruises everywhere. This happened often, so it wasn't anything new to me. 'Who is my soulmate? What do they do for a living?' I asked myself. I wondered if they were a stunt person, or some sort of fighter. Whatever they were, I just wanted to meet them and ask them why they were always getting hurt.

Natasha POV

The team and I were just climbing back on the Quinjet after fighting some aliens. I felt so bad for my soulmate. Whoever they were, they always had to endure so much from me, when I hardly ever felt anything from them. Occasionally I would get a pepper cut, or a random bruise here or there, but that was it. It was nothing compared to the pain I gave them.

I decided just to rest on the way back to the compound and to try not to worry about my soulmate. Once we get back to the compound, I just go clean up myself, and go rest. As I clean up my wounds, I flinch at the sharp pain from pouring on the hydrogen peroxide. I bandaged myself up, and put on ointment to the bruises. I can only hope that my soulmate does the same with their wounds. They must wonder where it all comes from, this only makes me feel more guilty. I lay down on my bed, just overthinking about how guilty I feel, and how my soulmate must hate me. Before I know it, I am too tired and end up falling asleep, forgetting about my worries.

TIME SKIP TO A FEW YEARS LATER

I'm going on a walk in the park with Wanda, Carol, and Maria. Maria and Carol have already found their soulmates, but Wanda and I have yet to find ours. As we walk in the park, I see this cute girl, and part of me feels some sort of connection towards her. 'Should I go talk to her?' I think. But as I'm looking at her, I trip on the sidewalk, skinning my knee. I hear an "Owww" from the woman and see her clutching her knee. Still on the ground, my face lights up as I think that I have finally found my soulmate. But before I can do anything about it, Wanda and Maria help me up and keep on walking. I look back at the girl, still holding her knee, and look back at my friends, a good 30 feet in front of me.

I turn towards the girl, about to walk towards her, but Wanda calls out my name, urging me to catch up to them. Carol backs her up and runs towards me, grabbing my hand pulling me towards everyone else.

I realize that my chance is gone, and that I'll probably never see my soulmate again. I glance back at her, only to realize that she is gone. I keep on walking forward, trying to forget the fact that my life could've just been very different.

TIME SKIP TO A FEW YEARS LATER (POST BLIP)

Y/N POV

It has now been 5 years since all my friends have left, thanks to the blip. I have been able to get back on my feet but still haven't fully recovered. I found a new job, a new dog and cat, and found a couple new friends. I miss my old friends dearly, but I know that they won't come back. A few of their soulmates are still left behind, and I feel bad for them, because they had finally found their other half and were finally happy. Then there was me, who had never found mine, so I was never truly happy. But I knew that they were still out there, because I could still feel them. Which means that they could still feel me. This was something that brought me hope. Hope that I might still find them.

I went to work one day, as usual, and started my day there. It was boring, long, monotonous, work, but it paid the bills. Then suddenly, I felt something that I've never felt before. It was a pain that I've never had like anything else. Everything in my body hurts, especially my back. I felt empty, lost, a new kind of pain. I could tell that it was from my soulmate, but this time it was mental and emotional too, not just physical. I feel like I was at my lowest point, worse than when the blip happened. I'm not sure what had happened to my soulmate, but I sure felt bad for them.

I had read about the feeling people have when their soulmate dies, and I start to wonder if it is something like this. I sure hope that wasn't what happened. Oh God please no, that can't happen. I would do anything for that to not happen.

TIME SKIP TO LATER THAT DAY

I was home, in the apartment that I used to share with a couple of roommates before they blipped. I was watching SNL, when suddenly a few celebrities appeared in the scene, ones who had previously blipped. I didn't know if it was just CGI or what, but everyone else seemed confused. That's when it happened to me. My old roommate, Katie appeared on the couch next to me. I screamed a little, and started to panic. Then Zoe walked out of the room that used to be hers and walked into the living room where I was. I had no idea what was going on, and I really was panicking.

I just ran to my room, and could feel the panic attack come on. My breath started to get shallower, and my head started to feel like it was spinning. My heart rate was getting faster, and I just bent over, sitting on my bed. I could hear my old roommates talking in the living room, and this only made everything worse.

As the panic attack passed, I decided that I'll have to confront my problems sooner than later, and so I left my room to go talk to them. I saw them sitting on the couch watching the news, trying to figure out what was going on.

I take a seat on the couch, at the side furthest away from them, and we just sit there in silence, watching the news that interrupted my show. It was hectic, but the message that they were able to get across was "the Avengers were able to bring back everyone who blipped. But at a cost. Both Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff died. Tony Stark died right before everyone was brought back, and Natasha Romanoff died at some point earlier in the day. The world has been saved."

I feel a tear slide down my cheek, not out of joy, but out of sadness. I realize that that is what I felt earlier that day. I felt my soulmate, Natasha Romanoff, dying. I had no idea that it was her, and I realize now that that's why I was always getting hurt. My soulmate was an avenger. One of earth's mightiest heroes. And now she's gone. I'll never have a chance to meet her, to be with her. I feel this pang of sadness and guilt in my chest, realizing that I'll forever be lonely. I didn't even realize it, but I'm full on sobbing now. I don't realize it until it gets pointed out to me by Zoe, when she asks me if I'm alright.

"My soulmate- she's gone." I say between sobs.

"What do you mean? Everyone's back." Katie replies.

"She died today. I felt it. Natasha Romanoff, the Avenger, on the news, remember. I was her soulmate."

"oh y/n, I'm so sorry. I know how much you always wanted to meet your soulmate. I can't even imagine how hard this must be for you right now." Zoe says. She comes over to me and gives me a hug. I just cried into her.

"I did. It's all I wanted in life. And now she's gone."

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mcytblingsbracket · 1 month

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Welcome to MCYTblings!

Hello everyone! I have decided I really enjoy running brackets, so I am here to run a mcyt siblings bracket! I'm personally familiar with the empires/traffic life/hermitcraft side of mcyt, but any mcyt fandom is allowed here for this bracket :D

Obviously, this is characters not creators and this is for fun/entertainment, so please keep this lighthearted! You can submit siblings from canon, fanon, or personal headcanons, even ones commonly shipped together, just don't do shipping content in the context of them being related.

Current Blog Activity: Finals are currently running! Vote for your favorite sibling(s) and create propaganda!