#anytime i see a dog now i just start crying

[service-doodle-dog]

Hi all.

This post has been a long time coming but I wanted to update yall on doodle

A couple months ago it became clear I would not be able to keep doodle as my life circumstances changed. I had to make the absolutely heart wrenching decision to rehome him he is in a better place right now than I could offer him in my current position but I miss him so much

This blog will stand a s a place for my memories of him and I may add to it with posts about disability but there won't be any more about doodle or my experiences with a service dog

Thank you all for going on this journey with us

[writerpeach]

Anytime, Anywhere

IZ*ONE Kim Minju x m!reader

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Happy Minju Day!

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“I’m not looking for a roommate, Minju.”

The conversation should have ended there. But it didn’t.

Your front door is wide open and you can’t seem to close it shut. Like there’s something in the way. This something is a girl standing by the open door, carrying a suitcase, looking as pathetic as could be. Her hair is a mess, and the way she's been crying makes her eyes all swollen, nose still red. The only way she could look any more pitiful would be standing in the rain without an umbrella, but here she is with this disappointment on her face because you’ve given her an answer she wasn’t expecting. 

You’ve known Kim Minju since your first year of college. The first person to talk to you during orientation when you were too nervous to even look at anyone. Now you’ve graduated with a stable job that pays well, and moved into your first apartment, a place you can finally call your own—you’re not about to ruin it all. 

Minju was the first person you shared a meal with at campus, the first person you walked to class with that was just as awkward as you were, and you’d practically do anything for her—except let her live with you. 

“Oh, come on. It’ll be fun!” 

Minju has a strange definition of fun. 

“Fun? One more mess to clean up? Having to buy more ice cream because you’ve eaten it all? Running out of hot water to take a shower with? No thanks. I'm not looking for a roommate.”

The girl doesn’t budge from the doorway, like giving up isn’t a part of her vocabulary. “Hey, I can clean up after myself. And I don’t even eat that much, so I won’t steal your ice cream. You won’t even know I’m here.” 

There’s some truth to that. All those years you’ve known Minju, she’s always been the quiet, demure girl who’s always cleaned up after herself and others without asking. You can’t exactly picture her the type to throw loud parties, and she’s probably the biggest homebody that you know. But still—that’s not enough a reason to let her live here on a whim. You enjoy your privacy, your quiet, your hot showers, and most importantly, your time alone.

“Minju, the answer is still no. The last thing I need right now is a roommate.” 

Your answer is firm and resounding, but Minju expects that to change. Like she’s got this laundry list of ideas that will convince you otherwise. 

“But don’t you get lonely? Look, I can clean. And I can cook. Kind of. And I can—“

“No, I enjoy not having anyone around. And I can cook just fine. I have a housekeeper that comes in twice a month. I’m doing just fine, thanks.” Every last word you’re saying puts a big frown on her face. Minju’s great, a terrific friend, but hearing the word no has never been one of her favorite things. 

“But I—“ she starts, and you can tell there’s about to be a double down you can’t prepare for. “I don’t have anywhere else to go.” 

There it is. The pouty lips, the desperation, the puppy dog eyes. This triple combo intended to make you feel every pang of guilt, yet you’ve seen it so many times over the course of knowing her that you’ve grown immune to it. And you know it’s not exactly true. Kim Minju was always the popular one. Always the one with a plethora of friends. So it’s not exactly like she’s about to be homeless if you refuse her. 

“You had friends. So many friends, Minju. I never got to have lunch with you because you were always spending time with them. What happened? Surely you can live with one of them?” 

Minju looks away and down to her feet, like you’ve accidentally found some weakness of hers. Obviously, something has happened to have her standing in your doorway right now, looking so defeated, but when you’ve barely spoken the past couple of years outside of birthday messages, there's really no way for you to know.

“I’ve lost contact with most of them. The others, they’ve moved on. They’ve graduated, have lives, careers, families…” Minju says, as she stares off into space, like she’s seeing everything play out again right before her eyes. 

“And you think I don’t? What happened to you, Minju? You were top of the class. The most popular girl. And now you’re begging for a place to live?” 

Letting out a heavy sigh, there’s a long moment of hesitation before she speaks up again. “I made some mistakes."

Minju pauses again before delving into details. “I made so many mistakes. I moved in with my friend. Chaewon, do you remember her? Kim Chaewon? She was my best friend. We dated for six months and then moved in together. Then, my priorities got really screwed up, I guess. I focused more on going to parties with her instead of studying, and then that caught up with me when exams came around. Lost my scholarship, my interest in classes, and then eventually—lost Chaewon.”

It's a lot to take in all at once. 

Minju has never struck you as the type to be so reckless that she would let everything else spiral out of control. Not when she's the most hard-working and smartest person that you've ever met. Then again, you haven’t talked to her in years, and people change. But at the end of the day, that's still not enough reason for you to let her stay here. 

“I'm sorry to hear that, Minju." That's the only thing you can think to say, but even that seems to come across as a bit hollow. 

“The only person that offered to take me in was Sakura, said she could get me a job where she works. But… I can’t move to Japan. I don’t want to take my clothes off on camera for a living. You know she's an adult actress now? I can't do that."

“Minju, I understand, but I like living by myself, and I really don't want someone else. It’s nothing against you. Things here are nice and—“ 

“I’ll pay extra rent! I’ll pay more than my share. I’ll make sure the fridge is always full. I’ll…”

It doesn't seem to sink in that you're not interested, that you don’t want this at all, that you value your privacy above all else. “It’s not about money. I'm sorry, Minju, but no.” 

Minju isn’t listening. 

Or rather refuses to hear it, like she can't accept your rejection. So there's only one thing left for her to try as she falls to her knees—begging like her life depends on it. 

There's plenty of neighbors around, and having her on your doormat draws all this unwarranted attention that you don't need. But at this point, Minju still can't seem to fathom that your answer will never be the one that she wants to hear.

“Minju, stop.“

“Please, just for like a few weeks? So I can figure things out? I won’t be a bother, I promise.” Minju clutches onto your legs. It's embarrassing how desperate she looks right now, and the few people that walk by staring while this plays out aren't helping one bit. 

“Look, I’ll call around. I’m sure I have some friends with empty rooms that aren’t even getting used.” 

That sounds like a good offer, the best one you can give—but not to Kim Minju. She just clutches harder, so desperate that her nails are almost digging into your thighs through the thin layer of fabric of your pants. It's only been seconds since you've suggested the idea, but already, Minju is giving her rebuttal.

“But I don’t know your friends. So you want me to live with strangers? With people I’ve never even met? What if they try something weird?” Minju whines while finding a way to twist your words, and any last remnants of pity you have left vanishes. 

“Minju, I said stop,” you say with more authority, but it just makes her cling on even tighter. The iron grip she won’t relinquish almost causes you to lose your balance as you push away, trying to peel her off you to no avail. 

“Get up, Minju. This is beneath you.” 

She knows it is. Minju has always been so composed, and she knows that even if all other options are exhausted, there are less extreme measures to take. But there she is, clutching at your legs like there's no other alternative. Like this is her last resort.

"Minju, you need to leave." This isn’t your fault, and yet, somehow, it feels like it is.

"I can be a good roommate!"

Minju gives up on begging, finally rising to her feet with this adamant look on her face, like she’s going to give this one more dire attempt. “Please. I can give you something that's even better than rent."

It should end there. You should apologize that you can’t help, close the door on Minju, then grab a cold beer out of your fridge and forget this day happened. 

“Look, you still like women, right?”

What an odd question. You have no idea where this is going, and Minju has gone from begging to, well, whatever this is. Either way, you don’t answer.

“Come on, I’ve never known you to be shy. Surely you have needs, desires—and I can help with that. Just let me stay for a little bit while I get back on my feet. I can repay you in a way no one else can."

“Have you lost your mind, Minju?”

Clearly, the desperation has gotten to her head. Minju may sound as coherent as ever, yet you can’t comprehend these words. Maybe you need more sleep, maybe you’re a bit dehydrated—

“We’ve been friends for years… and you’ve never thought about me that way?“ she asks, sauntering closer towards you with this new sense of confidence in her step. Minju, she’s hot—very hot, this supermodel body with an angelic face you can stare at for hours. But that doesn’t mean you’ve entertained such thoughts. 

“Now, tell me. Wouldn’t it be nice if you had someone who gets you off as soon as you walk through that door? Someone who drops to their knees without any command. It must get pretty stressful, living on your own, without anyone to even talk to…” 

“It doesn’t, Minju. I’m fine. I really don’t need anything.“

“You keep repeating that, saying the same thing. You’re gonna tell me you wouldn’t enjoy getting between my legs right in the morning? Or having a way to destress after all those long hours at work? You would never want any of that?"

“Jesus, Minju, I’m not paying you for sex. This is ridic—” 

"That's not what I'm saying at all. All I need is a roof over my head, and in exchange—you can use my body as you wish. It can be as quick or long as you want. As many times as you desire. Anytime. Any day. Anywhere. No strings attached, that's my offer.” 

What an insane offer this is. 

“Get inside,” you beckon, because if the absurdity of this exchange won’t stop, at the very least you don’t want anyone else to overhear these suggestions. Minju follows inside, her suitcase still on wheels dragging along while she shuts the door behind. 

“Sit down, please.” 

Taking off her jacket, Minju takes a seat on the couch and crosses her legs, making herself comfortable. She sits right against the backrest, both arms sprawled wide across it while you wait for her to fully explain this ridiculous proposal. 

“Well?" Minju asks, a big cheeky grin, convinced she’s already won. “Sounds like you’re interested. If you weren’t, you would have kept insisting on me leaving, wouldn’t you?” 

Like you could ever get Minju to leave. 

Without much of a reaction, you sink into the armchair to her right. It's hard to find the words to say because she has a point. There were countless ways you could have asked her to leave, but you chose not to. Or maybe you’re just too exhausted by this whole thing.

“So—“ you pause, because you’re sure if you can call her bluff, this little game can end. “You’re serious?” 

Minju curls her lips. An eyebrow raises. She leans forward and folds her hands in her lap. This devilish little look in her eyes doesn’t have an ounce of doubt. “Absolutely. Just hear me out.”

You let out a sigh at the idea of ever entertaining this. “Explain it all. Don’t leave anything out.” 

Minju can’t help but laugh. “I’ve pretty much told you everything already. For as long as you let me stay here, I’ll be available at your disposal. As simple as that. Whenever you want to fuck me, you don’t even have to ask. I’ll drop everything.” 

“I don’t have to ask?” you repeat back, still in disbelief that Minju is capable of coming up with such an arrangement.

Minju nods. "If we come to an agreement today, then you won’t ever need to ask. You can have me in any and every way that you want. No restrictions."

“None?” 

“None whatsoever. You want a blowjob first thing in the morning? No problem. Need to fuck me at night before I sleep? You just say the word. Whenever you get horny, you can go right ahead and shove your cock in me. No need to hold back, ever."

"And you would be okay with that?”

“I’m the one who suggested it, didn’t I? I need a place to live, and I’m sure you wouldn’t mind some help getting off. So we help each other out.”

This doesn't feel real, to hear the girl sitting next to you is essentially suggesting her body to be a form of rent, and yet, this has been Minju's solution like it’s nothing. 

“And I meant anytime. If you’re hard at two in the morning and you wanna fuck a load into me, well, go right ahead.” 

“Jesus, Minju,” you say, and if you had a drink in your hands, you would absolutely be spitting it out right now. ”I’m not gonna wake you in the middle of the night to fuck you.” 

“Hey, I’m just saying. Totally okay if you wanted to. It’s all part of the rules.” 

“And are there any other rules?” Saying no to Minju is never simple, and this offer on the table seems almost impossible to resist. 

“Nothing too painful outside of spanking. Nothing too out of the ordinary or illegal. That should cover it. I’ll be looking for a job to help out as soon as I settle in, that is—assuming we’ve come to an agreement?” 

Maybe you should think this over, sleep on it even. But Minju, she looks like a goddess, with a banging body to go with it, and hey, she’s a friend, not a stranger, so there’s no way this could go wrong, right? 

“I promise you won’t regret this. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this place, and then whenever you need it—I’ll take care of you.” 

Minju really can’t help but be pleased at herself at that.

“Okay, sure. Fine.” 

“We have a deal?” 

“Yeah. Deal.” 

That's all it takes for it to happen.

“One more thing. We’re getting a contract made, to make sure this is all clear and consensual,” you say, and Minju has no complaints with that at all. It’s not that you don’t trust her, but putting it on paper seems only wise given the situation. 

“Understandable. Whatever you need.”

Pleased that this is all settled, Minju stands up from the couch with relief on her face. Then, with a radiating smile, she makes her way towards you, leaning down until she presses her lips against yours, sealing the deal with a kiss. 

“Thank you. You won’t really regret this at all.” 

✦ ✦

The rest of the night is relatively uneventful. 

It’ll take some time to adjust to having someone else in your place. At first, there’s not much conversation between you two other than an exchange of pleasantries while you help Minju get situated. She doesn’t have much in terms of belongings. A couple of boxes, an extra suitcase, a laptop bag and her purse—nothing that can fill a bedroom, which makes sense given the story she’s told you. 

You lend a hand in bringing it all in, and Minju gets her phone charger set up before running herself a long, hot shower that leaves plenty of time for you to think. This ridiculous arrangement starts to feel less surreal when you look around and find your apartment looking less empty. Yet, you’re not exactly sure what you’ve gotten yourself into. 

After giving Minju a quick tour of the place, she winds up sleeping on the couch, since your spare bedroom has served as storage for months. 

Aside from the agreement, nothing really changes overnight.

The next morning, there’s fresh coffee already made when you head into the kitchen. Minju has taken advantage of your breakfast offerings, pouring milk into a full cereal bowl when she notices your presence. Seated at the kitchen table, there’s this innocent expression on her face as she eats, wearing a white tank top and a tiny pair of black gym shorts that do little to cover those never-ending legs. 

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?” Minju asks as you sit down across from her, pouring yourself a cup of coffee before adding sugar and a splash of milk from the nearby carton.

“Well enough. Sorry about the couch. I’ll try to empty out the spare bedroom today.” 

Taking a spoonful of cereal into her mouth, Minju smiles and shakes her head, like your apology is unwarranted. “It's totally fine, don’t worry. I could have slept on the floor if I needed to. I’m just happy to be here at all.”

Minju’s gratitude is every bit genuine, and it looks like she got the best night of sleep that she's had in years. Which is hard to believe, given you’ve spent your share of nights sleeping on that same couch and it's nowhere near comfortable. Then again, you weren’t in the same position Minju was. 

“No breakfast?” 

“Not yet. I’ll cook something in a bit. Need to get some coffee in me first.” 

“Oh, I can do it. Anything I can make you? I don’t mind,” Minju suggests, starting to rise to her feet. 

“No, it’s fine, don’t get up. I like making breakfast.” You sip your coffee, and Minju settles back down to start eating again. Because even if you have someone else sitting across from you now, let alone Minju, you can’t break from routine. 

There’s a bit of awkward silence that happens while the two of you eat, as you’re unsure what to really say. But it’s day one of having a roommate, and you don’t regret it. Not yet. 

"So, are you off to work?" Minju asks, as she gets up from the chair and puts her empty bowl and spoon in the dishwasher.

You nod in response as you tilt your head to finish off the last of your coffee. "Yeah. Well, I work uh, here, actually.” 

“Here? Oh, like from home? That must be nice," Minju replies as she sits back down, like she’s waiting for something else to keep herself busy with.

"It's not the most ideal setup, but it's better than having a commute."

"I can imagine. Well, don't let me keep you then. If you need—you know, anything, let me know.” 

That sentence lingers in your mind while you head to your home office. And the workday starts the same way as it always does: meetings, phone calls, answering emails, the same tedium over and over. The only difference is the addition of Minju when you get up to grab a snack, some water, or more coffee—she’s there to greet you with a smile every time. 

The morning drags on, and you end up working through lunch to get caught up, which ends up being a mistake for many reasons. Now you’re this bad combo of stress and hunger, a recipe for disaster, but one of those problems is easier to solve than the other. So you grab a granola bar out of your desk drawer to tide you over, and as the wrapper lands in the trash can, you realize you can fix the other problem rather quickly as well. 

With Minju. 

It’s the whole reason why you’ve agreed to let her be here in the first place. So might as well test it out, right? And yet, you’re not even sure how to go about it. Summon her and say what, you're stressed, start stripping, and get on your knees? That sounds ridiculous to do, to even think about, especially when Minju hasn't been here for more than 24 hours yet.

Maybe the hunger is getting to you, and you should make a quick sandwich before getting back to work. Or maybe—just maybe, you should ask Minju for what she's offered.

"Minju?" you call out as you lean back in your chair, trying not to sound nervous at all. Within moments, a pair of bare feet enter into the room, arriving like she’s been on standby the entire time. 

You survey Minju from head to toe, this gorgeous thing idly standing before you, as if she’s waiting for orders. It takes you a moment to realize you’re just shamelessly staring at her, but who could blame you? The girl is the epitome of perfection: pale skin, these wide, curvy hips that lead to ridiculously long legs down to her painted toes, and tantalizingly creamy thighs that leave you salivating. 

Her tank top hangs just above her belly button, with the outline of her modest tits completely exposed through the flimsy fabric, the barest hints of nipples brazenly displayed, and there isn’t a hint of anything beneath her shorts besides bare flesh. You’re not sure this isn’t entirely intentional, designed to either tease or lure you into testing the waters, but maybe this is just Minju getting comfortable. 

Regardless, it’s working like a charm to ignite a fire inside you. 

"What can I help with?" Minju asks as her hands meet behind her back, nipples poking through the fabric of her tank top even more visible the closer she gets. She looks completely ready for whatever you’re prepared to throw at her, but you’re not even sure where to begin. 

“Are you busy?” 

“Not at all, just unpacking some boxes. But that can always wait.” 

"Good,” you start out as your eyes drift down Minju’s immaculate body, and can’t help but wonder what she looks like underneath those clothes. “I need—“ 

You take in a sharp breath, not used to something like this—or the fact that Minju might be willing to go along with whatever you imagine. 

“Need what?” She smiles knowingly, understanding whatever it is you need, she’ll happily oblige. You pause for way too long, your mouth suddenly feeling dry at the thought of voicing the idea in your head. “Don’t be shy…” 

Easy for her to say. 

“You need me to get you off?” Minju asks in this sultry voice when you don’t say anything in response, and it sounds so natural when she does, like there’s no reservation of putting herself out there like this. Eventually, you let out this pathetic little nod that doesn’t quite pass as a response, but still gets Minju to slowly drop down to her knees. And the realization of what’s about to happen gets your heart racing. 

“So…” Minju murmurs, as she scoots her body in between your legs. Her palm flattens against your thigh in these slow caresses that send a wave of warmth as it slides to your crotch. “You want my mouth? I bet you taste really good.” 

It's far more direct and open than you were prepared for, and has you trying to find an ounce of confidence. “God, yes.” 

There’s way too much desperation in your voice already, but it’s all Minju needs to get to work. Unzipping your pants, she tugs them down as you lift your hips. Already, your cock aches, getting hard, having no chance of hiding under the thin fabric of your boxers. 

When Minju frees you from your boxers, her hot breath against your bare cock makes you twitch. Her delicate hand closes around your erection, and she pumps with these slow, languid strokes, a motion that gets you to full hardness. In a matter of seconds, your shaft pulsates in her hands, leaking a steady stream of precum to coat her fingers. 

“You’re so fucking hard. This beautiful cock is what I get to play with for the next few weeks?”

Leaning your head back, you groan in response. You stare up at the ceiling while Minju strokes your hard shaft, these painful throbs getting instant relief when she moves in short, but powerful motions that draw a few breaths of bliss. It’s unfathomable, how the smallest touch she offers feels so damn good, this firm grasp she keeps coiling up and down your length at a leisurely pace to make you leak more. 

This is certainly a much better use of your time than staring at screens for hours. 

“You must be so pent up. Feels good, doesn’t it?” Minju asks, dragging a lone finger down from the base of your cock upwards to the head, across your slit, teasing her tongue over to taste precum smearing around, offering the briefest sample of what’s coming. 

“But I know you need more…” As she inches even closer, Minju spits right on top and you gasp at the sensation of saliva on your overheated cock. With each stroke, she spreads the fluid along your pulsing shaft, allowing it to drip down and coat your entire length. Her other hand fondles your balls, tugging on them playfully and doesn’t ignore how heavy they feel, as if it’s her new obligation to do something about that. 

“You needed this, didn’t you?” 

Another weak nod in return, because at this point words fail you. You want nothing more than Minju to guide her hot mouth down, swallowing you all until there’s nothing left. And you won’t have to wait long for that. 

Because even without Minju getting her mouth on your sensitive cock, you’re overwhelmed already. It’s clear she’s no stranger to this, the way her fingers tease and squeeze tightly around your dick, working in tandem with that pretty wet mouth that slides across your balls. Sticky drool spills down her tongue as she takes these sweeping licks against each back and forth, giving them individual care and attention in a way that’s granting pleasure you desperately seek. 

“Delicious,” Minju hums, and doesn’t pause for anything, smirking as her tongue drags up, taking swipes and frantic flicks against the underside of your shaft. 

This teasing, it’s insufferable. 

The soft groans that she coaxes out persist, until eventually her lips hover around your swollen head, and Minju plants a series of wet kisses to coat your dick in that gets you throbbing like crazy. Your patience gets tested as she gathers her messy dark hair into a ponytail in this slow, deliberate way. But you know exactly what’s about to take place. 

Her gaze gets locked tight as her warm tongue swirls around your leaking slit—then she lowers her mouth gradually, and takes just the head into her hot, wet mouth. It’s everything you need. Those perfect lips seal tight, and immediately she bobs her head at a smooth and consistent pace. Not too slow or too fast. 

Minju’s lips work their magic as she works a fist around your throbbing shaft, a grip just right that squeezes right beneath the head that keeps disappearing into her mouth. The tension in your body, it all melts as you sit back and enjoy the warmth of her wet mouth. She’s every bit eager to give everything you desire, this deadly eye contact that never yields, with hollowed cheeks as those soft lips slide down your throbbing cock. 

"Fuck, that’s amazing," you groan out, struggling to catch a steady breath. The way Minju handles your cock is nothing short of masterful, those heavenly soft lips wrapped tight around your shaft, and that equally talented wet tongue that flicks back and forth, tracing along every vein, every sensitive spot. 

It's a little slice of heaven.

Words can’t describe how good Minju’s warm little mouth feels on you. It doesn’t take much for her to get your cock absolutely drenched with a thick layer of saliva, this insatiable hunger to take more, increasing with every stroke her lips make. 

"Just like that, god..." Your voice trails off in a moan as your head hits the back of your chair. “That’s perfect, fuck, Minju—you’re so damn good at this.” 

The words hit her just right. Minju loves the praise, and in return, gives more pleasure, the immaculate pleasure that gets sloppier as she quickens the pace. Her gentle suction increases with every pass of her lips, with every desperate lick and slurp. She doesn’t leave any part out, massaging your balls with her free hand as that delicious mouth swallows up more and more of your length with each and every bob. 

“You really needed this, huh? Needed me to make you feel good?” Minju shows no intention of stopping, your shaft glistening from how much of a sloppy mess she's making. Her soft lips have an intimate way of knowing exactly what you need, this tight airtight seal around your cock every time they slide down, while the gentle tug at your balls gives you a perfect mix of pleasure. 

“It feels so fucking good—ah, fuck, Minju," you say, while your moans fuel this sloppy, absolutely mind-blowing blowjob that you never want to end. If this is going to be a common occurrence, then maybe having Minju around won’t be so bad. And you could get used to the sight of your roommate on her knees. 

This craving for more takes hold, but Minju fulfills it as she goes so deep. Her eyes water the further she gets, but this persistence never waivers, almost reaching the very base as she breathes deeply through her nose to take every last inch to the base. Minju swallows you whole in one motion, and shows no signs of backing down, even as she struggles to hold back her gag reflex.

“Minju—fuck,” you say in between sharp breaths as you stay inside this tight throat while the warmth surrounds you, makes you throb more than ever, building up your release. 

It’s impossible not to stare, impossible not to watch your length disappear again and again between those pretty pink lips as her perfect rhythm continues, this desire that only has one exit. 

“Mm, I can feel you're close," Minju says as she slides your shaft out of her mouth with a wet pop, jerking you off at an agonizingly slow pace. "Tell me where you want to cum. My mouth, my face—or somewhere else?” 

You need a moment to gather your voice before you can even think. 

“Your mouth. Wanna cum in your pretty fucking mouth.” 

Minju quite likes that answer. You aren’t given a moment of respite as she keeps up this same relentless pace, slurping on your length with endless amounts of fervor, with a new goal to suck you absolutely dry. She gets you right on the edge of release, eyes begging, pleading to taste it all, waiting for you to spill down her throat at any moment. 

The desperate look she gives while playing with your balls is more than enough to bring you right over the edge. With a low grunt, you empty into her warm, waiting mouth, thick spurts of hot cum coating the back of Minju's throat like this was just what she was hoping for. The more she drains your balls, the harder you moan, cock twitching with every burst of pleasure, and not a single inch of you isn’t unloading into that talented little mouth. 

Minju happily takes everything, her tongue not letting a single drop spill past those heavenly lips. There's no sign of disappointment on her face as she gulps down your load, with a smile that shows no remorse for taking you over the edge so easily.

"What a huge, delicious load," she murmurs after swallowing it all, running her tongue all over her lips. Minju makes sure to clean every inch of your length, from base to tip, licking and kissing every drop of cum until she's satisfied with her work. 

“Feel better?” 

"Yeah..." you breathe out, struggling to gather yourself, let alone find the right words after the intense high that Minju looks so proud of giving. “Much. Fuck, Minju—you’re amazing. Thanks.” 

“Anytime," she says with a soft laugh, as her hand still clings onto your cock, a few light squeezes and strokes that keep it hard. "Just let me know when you need more, okay? I'll be around."

“I—I should probably get back to work,” you say, sounding almost apologetic. With the euphoric bliss still lingering through your body, you’re not sure how you’ll get any work done, but that’s a worry for another time. 

“Yeah, of course. I still have some unpacking to do.” As Minju rises from her knees, she plants one last soft kiss against your swollen head before getting up to leave you with your thoughts, a moment alone to recuperate. You can't stop yourself from watching as she walks away, drooling over those luscious thighs and that minuscule pair of shorts that her ass practically swallows up. 

Work is the last thing on your mind, but you’ll power through with the help of this appetizer you’ve been given. This little sample is just one dish in a full buffet for what Minju can offer, and there’s no doubt that you’re going back for seconds. 

✦ ✦

It's late in the night by the time Minju stops unpacking. You’ve cleared out the guest bedroom, and she’s settled in enough to make it look like her own space. After working later than usual, you’re slumped on the couch, mindlessly zoning out while the TV drones in the background.

“Hey,“ Minju says as she makes her way in, still dressed in the same attire, this tight tank top that looks even more disheveled, exposing more midriff, and the same gym shorts that you swear look even shorter than earlier. Plopping down beside you, her curves instantly draw your gaze, like this outfit was designed to steal your attention. 

The littlest movement makes her flimsy top ride up, and you have no choice but to stare as Minju adjusts herself, lifting her arms overhead to stretch her arms, which gives a teasing glimpse of those perky tits that seem like they’re just destined to pop out. “Finished with work?” 

Now that there’s a light sheen of sweat worked up from unpacking boxes and organizing her room, her milky white skin looks so good. Minju looks nothing but utterly enticing, which has you dying to get to know that body better.

“All caught up. For now.” 

There hasn't been a moment all day when your full attention hasn’t been elsewhere, when you haven’t been thinking about Minju. She takes another stretch, and you’re sure this is deliberate when it draws a little moan that doesn’t normally come from this sort of relief. This time, your eyes are immediately drawn to her toned stomach, and you can just picture tasting it, covering it in little licks and pecks, this devilish temptation there’s no hope to resist. 

“Well, I should really shower,” Minju says as she starts getting up, but not before giving her stomach a slow caress, like she knows you can't keep your eyes off her. 

“Shower?” There’s obvious intention in the way you repeat it, like you have other plans in mind for her. 

“I’m all sweaty. I’ll be quick. I don’t wanna use up all your hot water.” 

Now, there's only so long you can hold back from testing out the waters, and it only takes a moment to throw aside your own inhibitions. You find sudden courage to give into your urges, and the look on Minju's face can’t hide the surprise from your sudden forwardness. “The shower can wait.“

If Minju’s going to take her clothes off anyway, you might as well give her a head start. 

“Your clothes, Minju." You're still hesitating, even if it's been on your mind all day, even after what she did earlier. "They’ll look better once they’re all off.”

“Then shouldn’t you do something about that, then?” 

There’s a borderline annoyance in her tone, like it’s way too easy if she does it, and wants you to take charge to do it instead. So you’ll indulge that, trailing your hands up her sweaty stomach to take in these perfect abs that flex at your touch.

The sweat that drips on her body, her delicious abs that glisten under your fingertips as you slide up to grab her tits, it heightens your arousal even more. She still isn't wearing a bra, so you give her these light little squeezes through her skimpy top, that makes her back arch, but this annoying barrier of fabric has to go. 

So the moment your hands pull up Minju's top, she lifts her arms to let you slip it off and throw it aside, her tits finally revealed as they spring free. And fuck, are they even better than what you had imagined—soft, round, the perfect size for her body, topped with rosy little nipples that just beg to be touched.

“I can promise you the rest of my body is just as good,” Minju assures as she catches you staring for far too long. No doubt you believe her, because this confidence isn’t just for show, but still, you’ll have to investigate on your own. 

Not the least bit shy, Minju shifts into the couch underneath you, flattening her back on the cushions to bring you down with her. Her slender arms lift high above her head, as if she’s daring you to explore her further, willingly inviting your hands to travel up and down to explore wherever you please. 

You'll accept this invitation without a second thought.

There's an inherent magnetism pulling you closer, as your fingertips caress whatever bare skin is in reach. With so many different paths to explore, all these intoxicating features that you want to taste and lick clean, it’s near impossible to pick where to start. While the gears in your head turn, Minju just stares back, so curious as to what you plan to do first.

It’s impossible to make a decision.

This body, this tight body of a goddess demands your utmost attention. These thick thighs perfect to wrap around your head, wide hips that were made for your hands, and this irresistible stomach that practically screams for you to make a sticky mess on. 

That’s all before you get to see what’s hidden underneath those tiny, barely there shorts. 

Minju’s curiosity doesn’t take long to satisfy while you plant your lips on her stomach, peppering the warm skin in kisses and licks as you taste every inch. This light hint of sweat, the sweetness that you can only attribute to Minju's delicious taste, it all comes from just her sexy stomach. It doesn't take much to imagine what other places would taste like.

The soft sighs that she makes encourage you to lick more, to plant messy kisses that cover every bit of her tight abdomen, while you can hear every breath she takes as you ensure you don’t miss a single spot. 

“God, Minju—“ You continue this feast of unapologetic indulgence, kissing your way upwards towards Minju’s cute chest, roaming between the valley of her breasts. “You’re fucking perfect.” 

“Better not forget that.” Minju gets a shy blush on her cheeks, and her nipples react the moment you tease them by playfully pinching them, rolling them, tugging between your fingers. Before her next breath, you get your lips wrapped around them, and then you take these unabashed slurps, these pretty buds that merit your equal attention. 

The cutest whine escapes Minju when your tongue circles the stiff buds, making them stand out even more under your stimulation. She’s so sensitive, and you relish in that, planning to use it to your advantage later. And fuck, there just isn’t a part of her that doesn’t taste absolutely delicious. 

As breathtaking as the girl’s body is, it’s not even the main event. You’re having too much enjoyment sucking on her cute tits, teasing them with your sloppy tongue, but you just know there’s a growing heat between her thighs, one that mirrors the frustration levels of your dick straining against your pants. 

You’ve got Minju’s body all mapped out, and you could spend all night tasting these delicious curves, devouring her breasts, planting as many kisses on her tummy as you can—but it’s unfair to ignore the other appetizing parts of her deadly figure. 

Besides, you can’t wait to peel those shorts off her ridiculous hips. 

A moment to catch your breath is all you need, because there’s no more time left to hold back your lust. You leave her with one lingering kiss on her stomach, and then your greedy hands peel those annoying shorts off with Minju’s assistance when she lifts her butt up. Through that eager smile, she doesn’t spoil the surprise that there's not even a pair of underwear underneath to stand in the way of her naked body—

That silky smooth, shaven pussy is all you can focus on, already soaking wet when she parts her thighs to give a tempting glimpse at those pink lips, and all you can think about is what they'll feel like wrapped around your cock. 

“Do you normally not wear panties, Minju?” you say, taking a moment to admire the sight of her bare cunt in its glory. 

“Depends on the company,” she admits, this faux innocent expression that is anything but that washes over her. You can’t go another second without getting your cock out, desperate for any kind of relief from this persistent ache while you unzip your pants. Minju watches you strip down with the same hunger in her gaze, shirt pulled over your head in one motion, and then your pants slide off along with your boxers. 

"That's much better," Minju says, and gets her fingers wrapped around your shaft, with no intention of doing anything else except for that. “It's so big, so perfect for me..." 

A firm squeeze gets your throbs going, as if you needed any encouragement to be rock hard, and Minju gets this content little smile at feeling it grow even more between her fingers. 

As the moments pass, her innocent demeanor fades, replaced by a longing gaze fixated on your hardened shaft, where there’s only one destination your length needs to sink into. Sprawling out on the cushions, Minju stretches out her long legs that are practically built to wrap around your body. 

Those wet folds, and your throbbing cock, there's only one outcome when they have their first meeting. 

With no reluctance, you position yourself between Minju's spread thighs, feeling how slick her pussy has gotten with anticipation. You run your cock against her dripping folds that glisten, teasing her slit as your shaft coats itself in her wetness. "It'll fit inside you so fucking well." 

You’re too speechless to apologize to Minju for not eating her out first, but judging by the way she’s looking at you, she’ll live. The initial plunge rips a heavy moan right out of your throat, all these sensations hitting all at once. There's no pause when you pull back, then slide in again unabated, pushing more of your thick shaft into this perfect pussy. 

"Fuck, you're so damn tight, Minju, god—"

“Did you expect anything else?” she asks, before another moan tears through her. There's no resistance to impede you, just inviting wet flesh that wraps around your cock in this wetness, your cockhead sliding deeper into the warmth of her cunt with ease.

“Oh my god.” Her walls tighten around your shaft, this overwhelming heat welcoming every inch into her cunt like it belongs there. “This pussy is perfect. I’m going to use it every chance I get.” 

“I sure hope so. That’s what I’m here for.” 

With nothing else but a confident smile on Minju’s face, and nothing but these erotic little moans as her walls stretch to accommodate every inch, until you can bottom her out for the first time. She’s so fucking tight it’s almost painful, this absolute vice grip that squeezes the life out of your cock, ensuring you aren’t going anywhere. “Your cock is so thick, it’s filling me up so well…” 

The urge to just drive your cock as deep inside of her as possible becomes overwhelming, and Minju doesn't give any signs that she wants to be treated delicately. There's no room for restraint or holding back with how well she takes it all, how badly she craves every inch you've got. “Don’t think for a moment I can’t take you all.” 

So you let the carnal urges take control, grabbing her slender waist and pounding into this heavenly cunt with no remorse. 

“Minju, fuck, your pussy feels so good,” you growl, each thrust only making you want to stay buried in there longer. You’re hitting all the right angles, creating an erotic soundtrack of flesh while Minju's wet cunt swallows you up to the base, squeezing in just the perfect way around every last inch as you pull back and plunge right back in.

“And it’ll feel even better when you cum inside.” 

There’s hardly even any time to think of a response before Minju wraps her long legs around your waist, digging her heels into the small of your back so she can draw your cock in even deeper. “I hope you weren’t expecting to pull out."

Hearing those words is like a shot of adrenaline that makes you pound into her cunt with everything you have, burying your cock balls deep with every long, powerful stroke. 

“Not a fucking chance, Minju. I’m pounding this perfect cunt until I fuck a load inside you.” 

There’s a devilish grin on her face when she hears that, legs tightening to make you backup your words, her dripping pussy clenching harder as if trying to coax that load out sooner. “With how deep you’re fucking me, you better not do anything else.” 

Through all these harsh thrusts, and the rough pistoning of your hips, you need to pull back every once in a while. Only so you can have the perfect view of Minju's body covered in more sweat than before, even more irresistible to not lick the side of her neck, savoring every little taste you can get. 

And the noises she makes only get filthier the harder your hips move, the best encouragement for you to bury your face into the crook of her neck as her beautiful legs keep your body hostage. This pounding is everything you’ve needed, keeping Minju breathless in her moans, a symphony of pleasure that gets siphoned right in your ears.

“This is how I’m going to destroy your cunt when I fuck you. Every single time. Your pretty pussy won’t go a day without getting a huge fucking load inside.” 

“Yeah? You promise?” Minju asks, and you’re fucking her so well, so hard, that she’s getting delirious. “There’s nothing better than getting a nice, thick load filling me up first thing in the morning.” 

That’s all the motivation you need to keep this train of pleasure going. 

Minju can feel it. She can feel how your thick cock twitches with every deep stroke, the pleasure becoming far too much for you to bear. At the tail end of an especially harsh thrust, she wraps her arms around your neck and holds tight, not leaving an inch of space between the two of you while you drill as hard as your hips allow. "Please, I'm going to cum. Keep fucking me, please keep fucking me like this…"

The begging flows freely right into your ears, and these desperate pleas offer another wave of encouragement that pulls you closer and closer to release. And it’s not like you can do much at this point but keep your hips moving, while Minju clings to you, limbs coiled like she never plans on letting you escape.

“Don't stop—I'm going to cum so fucking hard!" Minju cries out, and there's no need to hold anything back as she chases after that release. 

Wanting to speed this up, your lips latch onto Minju's sweaty neck, planting sloppy kisses that make her walls flutter, spilling more wetness while you crash your hips into her. Her thighs can’t stop quivering, breathing frantically until that intense orgasm is almost in range, back arching up in time for the final waves of bliss to crash into her. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—“ A litany of curses leaves her mouth , filling the room, and then Minju tightens her hold as these messy juices gush all over your cock, unleashing the most unrestrained orgasm of her life that erupts in her body. Through it all, her warm cunt spasms, convulsing, these drenched walls constricting so hard to the point where there's no other alternative than to paint her insides a creamy white. 

“Cum in me, fuck—oh my god, I want it all, fill my fucking pussy,” Minju begs and pleads, her trembling legs with a death grip around your waist. And then she cries out in loud, incoherent moans, only managing to spill out one more thing: "Fucking breed me—"

There’s absolutely nothing that can prepare you for the feeling when you unload inside. Your climax explodes into Minju without warning, several thick spurts of cum flooding deep within her cunt, warm walls squeezing to milk it all out of your balls. Each violent throb is a fresh surge that sends an extra big mess of thick seed into her pussy, an increasing fullness that clings inside while your pulsating cock empties this massive load into Minju. 

During this intense orgasm, Minju’s alluring legs lock you in place, guaranteeing you can't pull out for a second, not until all your pleasure reaches its apex. 

You might be here forever, you think, trapped inside this warm paradise, but you’d be more than happy to never move another inch inside Minju all night. While she basks in the obscene pleasure of her cunt now full to the brim, you can only move enough to pump your load deep, deeper inside her until it finds her womb. 

"That's a lot of cum," Minju says, and she looks absolutely delighted at the mess you've made inside her, like she’s accomplished something grand just by making you explode inside her cunt. 

You have a feeling a hot load inside Minju will be a common sight as coffee being brewed, and it’s almost like she hasn’t drained you once already with this load that’s promising to make a mess whenever it spills out. 

“So, how about that shower,” you suggest, even while Minju hasn't even released the hold from your body yet. She doesn’t have the slightest intentions of getting cleaned up anytime soon, wanting to let this high linger a while longer. 

“Like you said—the shower can wait.” 

There’s never been a better idea. 

"Yeah, it can wait." 

You share a tired kiss as Minju keeps you close, bodies sticky as her limbs finally uncoil and relax. It’s near impossible to not collapse on her from exhaustion, but from the way she gazes at you with thirst lingering in her eyes, there's no such thing as rest. Not when you have this endless freedom to use her as your own personal toy.

When you do eventually pull out, leaving Minju with all of your cum pumped into her tight little cunt, there’s nothing but gratitude on her face to see the results leak out. And when she grabs your cock that’s more than a little sensitive, to give these weak little pumps, you don't have the strength to beg her to stop.

“Minju—“ It feels more like she’s teasing you, rather than attempting to get you back into a proper state of arousal with such lackadaisical motions. "Are you trying to get me to fuck you again?"

“Hmm, maybe,” Minju says, giving you a fleeting glance, and doesn’t mouth anything else, like she’s trying to demonstrate that you can recover earlier than you think, wanting your balls to fill back up sooner than later. “Seems like you might have one more in you…” 

“Yeah. Maybe.” 

With whatever energy is left, you put it into kissing Minju, to explore these lips that haven’t even gotten half the attention deserved. Also as a poor excuse to extend the time you’ll need to recover. Neither of you have any intention of going anywhere during this lazy make-out session, and even while you’re both covered in fluids, you’ll kiss Minju until your jaw hurts. 

“Not bad,” Minju says, a sudden compliment as the kiss intensifies, until her hand slides between your legs to keep pumping your cock, ensuring not a single inch softens. 

“Which part?” you ask, not that you’re particularly interested in anything other than dominating this lip embrace.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she teases, while you plant these light kisses that purposely miss her lips. “But… the part where you’re good at kissing me. And the part where you came inside me. ”

“Sounds like you want more.” 

“Yeah… maybe….” 

“Then consider me convinced,” you say, helping her stand upright, and lead her towards the bathroom—leaving the remnants of your messy load that leaks out of her pussy all over the couch. That’s a problem for another time.

The walk to the bathroom is short, but still gives you plenty of time to stare at Minju’s tight butt, and the mess that clings to her glistening thighs. One of the best features of this apartment is how spacious the shower is, more than enough to fit a second person—or a third, if you were so inclined. 

But neither of you are interested in the shower. 

Minju leans over the sink to check herself out in the mirror, running fingers through her hair to somewhat put herself back together. Staring at her own reflection puts a grin on her face, proud of how disheveled she looks, while also noticing the dark mark in the shape of your lips on her neck.

“You know, I forgot to pack a toothbrush,” she says out of nowhere, attention turned away from herself to the contents of the sink. 

“I can buy you one in the morning.” 

You lean in closer, and your hands snake around Minju’s perfectly slim waist, eager to feel up her tight abdomen once more. That mark on her neck is like a target, and when you take a deep inhale of her intoxicating scent, you make sure to cover her neck in kisses that make her giggle. 

“You came in my mouth. I think you’ll live if we share a toothbrush for one night.” Minju rolls her hips back, grinding against your erection to reawaken your cock back to full strength. These little kisses turn more lustful as she turns her head to connect lips with you for a more sloppy, wet, all-consuming embrace. 

“Fair point.” 

Your hands are far too greedy at this point to do anything but grope Minju’s naked body. The touch of her smooth skin reinvigorates you, sending blood back into all the right places, something that’s blatantly obvious to this naked girl in front of you. 

“I can feel how hard you are again,” Minju mutters, with this shy little expression on her features that’s so out of place. She pushes away from the sink, pressing her lithe figure back, and it's hard not to picture fucking Minju here, slamming your hips hard enough between her shapely cheeks to ripple them. 

“Yeah? Wonder whose fault that is...” The idea becomes more concrete when you squeeze that supple ass, your greedy fingertips sinking into the tender flesh, like her backside was made for your palm to smack as you get in a few light slaps that echo. 

“Do you think my cock will fit in here?” 

Spreading her round cheeks, you get a glimpse at how her puckered hole twitches, already craving you inside it. That bubble butt is absolutely perfect in your hands, and it’s no trouble at all to spread Minju open, as you wonder how it’ll feel to rub your cockhead against her tightest hole. 

"We can always find out.” Minju gets this sultry tone in her voice, hands lingering on the cool countertop as she bends over even further, her ass imploring you to fill that hole. It makes it hard to stay focused with this perfect cunt and tight little asshole both accessible, but there’s only one problem—

“It’s a shame the lube is in the bedroom. And I can’t be bothered to take my eyes off this tight little ass.” 

"Tease.” 

“I would never.” 

There’s nothing in reach that’s anything but a poor substitute, but you’re not going to walk away for something in your nightstand when you’re throbbing so much between the cheeks of such a perfect ass. So, regrettably, you'll have to postpone your plans to pound Minju's ass. It’ll make it worth the wait that much more. 

Without another word, you guide your length back into her warm little pussy, grabbing her curvy hips to slide back in. 

“Oh fuck— ” When your hardened shaft plunges deep between her legs, Minju nearly collapses over the sink. Her hot cunt feels more than ready for you, all this wetness pooled that’s infused with the creamy mess you left earlier staining her walls. 

The second your hips move, those pretty fucking moans from Minju have no trouble echoing around the walls. Her seductive stare beckons you to fuck her like the toy she promises to be, to use her until she can’t take anymore—a temptation too sweet to turn down. 

"Just like that, your cock is so good, god—just ruin me, fuck, please—“ Minju’s eyes widen from how hard you start slamming into her. This time, there’s absolutely no chance to adjust, nothing less but an incessant replay of your hips as you sink into the hilt, pounding her like the warm, wet, wonderful cocksleeve that she is, getting those heavenly walls stretched out all over again.

With no restraint in your thrusts, you can truly pound this tight pussy without mercy. The warmth that smothers your cock, how slick her pussy has gotten—god, it feels so fucking good that you don't ever want to stop, even after you pump another hot load.

“That's it, right there—right there, harder," she says with these breathless whines that are nothing more than unabashed encouragement. Fingers trembling, they dig into the porcelain of the sink, making the entire bathroom resonate with the harsh, wet smacks of flesh colliding together, in unison with each thrust. "Use that pussy—fuck, make me take it all, use me, god, use me, fucking use me—“

Those words, they make it so easy to do so, to keep up these thrusts, to just ram your cock into this hot little cunt that’s aching to be full, clenching down around you like it'll never let go.

And this ass—Minju’s got a perfect fucking ass, that you're already fantasizing about plowing. There's just no end to how much it bounces, the erotic jiggle that fuels your need to smack your palm against it, leaving red marks that'll stay on that pale flesh. 

"You're so fucking wet for me, Minju, god,” you groan out, pulling your cock out just so you can admire all the slick coating every single inch, before shoving it right back in. Minju bites down on her lip, trying to contain her moans with this near blush on her face from enjoying the rough treatment of her body far too much, moaning in bliss every time your thrusts make her hips jerk against the sink. 

“I just can’t help it. Your cock is too fucking big, my little pussy just loves it.” These constant smacks, they make her cunt clench, the pain forming additional pleasure. After your next heavy slap on her ass, your free hand ventures up her bare back, caressing along her spine in a gentle touch. But that gentleness doesn’t last when your fingers form a fistful of Minju's silky black strands—and a firm tug lifts her back so she's staring right into her reflection.

There's something to be said about being able to see Minju's pretty face as you wreck her body. All these priceless reactions she can't hide as she watches herself getting ravaged in the mirror that her hot breath fogs up. It’s an image you’ll never forget. 

You keep a tight handful of hair, each tug and yank rewarded with another moan, and she can barely even keep her eyes open, drunk on bliss as you dominate her body with every powerful plunge of your cock into that drenched warm flesh. 

Minju, through all these rough pumps and strained moans, can hardly keep up. Scrambling to keep a hold of the sink for dear life, she braces for each punishing stroke that reaches into her depths, your deep, rough thrusts that only grow in ferocity as you're both on the cusp of another release.

"Almost there, god—you're so deep, gonna cum so hard," Minju groans out as a euphoric wave hits her body with no chance of escape. "Make me cum on your big fucking cock—make me cum, oh fuck!"

That’s the only warning you’ll get. When the arrival of her violent climax hits, it gets her legs trembling, that sweaty body so close to collapsing that it leaves you to support all her weight as her toes curl into the bathroom rug, walls clamping down around your cock so snug it makes you grit your teeth. You fuck her right through this tsunami of pleasure, hips maintaining the same brutal pace, following the same path she takes until you’re nearly at the boiling point. 

“Minju,“ you growl, and there’s little else that needs to be said to know where this is headed. 

This isn’t asking for permission, but rather giving a final notice that this thick load that’s about to leave your balls desperately needs somewhere to go.

“Where?” Minju asks, struggling to get one little syllable out, and the question lingers as you get your final thrusts in. Without a response, you stare at the reflection in the mirror, pounding into this unbelievably tight girl with everything you have left to offer, until the last possible moment—

“Get on your knees.” 

Pulling out proves to be a challenge, but you've got plans that demand it as you give Minju enough time to collapse down without a shred of resistance, and you can already tell this is going to be a messy finale. The moment her knees touch the cold tile floor, you grab a hold of that gorgeous hair as you furiously stroke yourself in front of her face, squeezing your length that feels absolutely primed to erupt.

You let out a guttural groan of relief when you start to unload all over Minju's pristine features, this massive jet of hot, sticky seed that she doesn’t even flinch at as it lands square in the middle of her forehead, streaking down her cute nose. Your uncontrollable load blasts everywhere, across those pretty pink lips, splattering across cheek to rosy cheek while she stays perfectly still, letting you paint her like the masterpiece she is. 

It just gets everywhere. The beautiful canvas that is Minju’s face, it’s an absolute mess, cum dripping down her chin, a stray strand landing in her hair, more running down the bridge of her nose as you pump it all out and glaze her.

There's just so fucking much that it has Minju looking at you through this hot mess in a stunned silence, wondering how you even managed to have that much pent up inside—this load that has no right being so huge that you almost feel inclined to apologize. But this is really her doing, this sinful body of hers to blame for such a gratuitous payload. 

"There you go, all over this pretty little face," Minju says as she stares in awe, bewildered by how much of you she’s covered in. Your massive load drips down her lips as her tongue catches it, and not a single drop goes to waste. “How do you still have so much—didn’t you just finish inside me?” 

That’s a really good fucking question.

 One without an answer as Minju gives you a long lick of your cockhead before taking it back in her mouth, sucking the rest of you clean with a satisfied hum as it continues to drip down her face. 

“Well—only have you to blame, fuck,“ you groan, and you might just pass out with the way Minju refuses to let that hot mouth off you. “Yeah, this is definitely all your fault. 

Nothing but elation etches Minju’s face when she kisses the tip of your cock one last time, her gratitude for your cum written on her lips. Using a couple of fingers, she cleans up by swirling cum around her lips until it coats her fingertips, then puts them in her mouth, licking them clean, giving an audible slurp as she sucks every last drop down.

Maybe it’s about time for that shower. 

That is, if you could only move. Because even though the shower is only inches away, it might as well be in a whole different neighborhood with how weak and heavy your legs feel. There’s no time to rush, and you don’t mind a few more lingering moments seeing your messy load dripping across this girl. 

“You’re so pretty, Minju.” 

Minju only smiles with those cum-stained lips as the hot water starts. 

✦ ✦

Over the next few days, you’ve gotten quite comfortable fucking Minju on the regular.

This little arrangement already has lived up to its potential, and you wonder how you were ever reluctant about having a roommate—especially with these benefits. The only possible complaint you have is that there just aren’t enough hours in the day to spend balls deep inside Minju. 

There’s no routine to it. When the mood hits. When the clock ends in a seven. When you’re waiting for leftovers to heat up, you’ll seek out Minju to suck your dick, or bend her over whatever surface is closest. 

And it never gets old. 

During work, she’ll sit on your lap, keeping you company during a dull day with your cock all nice and warm inside her, like this little office pet of yours that knows the right moments to keep quiet. In between meetings, you'll bend her over the desk and pump that tight little cunt full of another thick load that she’ll keep inside while she goes to prepare lunch. 

It’s not unusual to be on a video call with a client, with Minju sucking you off underneath the desk, keeping her sloppy mouth on your shaft all the while you carry on business. And the best part—she’ll straddle you, right on top of your office chair, bouncing up and down on your cock with a dozen or so other coworkers on a conference call who are none the wiser. 

Minju is well aware what time you wake up, so almost every morning before you've even tossed the sheets off, she knows exactly what you'll want—a warm mouth deepthroating your cock without being told. 

Later that afternoon, there’s a new book to immerse herself in as she finds her favorite spot to cozy up in when you unbutton her jeans, slipping them off to spread those long, smooth legs so you can feast on her delectable pussy. Minju reads as if nothing is happening, like you don’t have your tongue buried in her cunt, warming up her tight little entrance just enough to slip your cock inside her without distraction. You don’t want to break her concentration too much, so you try your best not to make much noise, but well, it can’t exactly be helped when she feels so fucking warm and wet inside. 

The only acknowledgment given is these subtle moans that slip out when you get every inch of your cock in her, hands holding that narrow waist with a tight, unrelenting grip. But Minju, she’s too lost in this completely different world while you fill her up so perfectly, not even looking up as you fuck her. 

And honestly, sometimes that’s for the best—being able to use her while she’s preoccupied, without either of you muttering a word as you slide balls deep into her incredibly warm cunt. It doesn’t mean, though, that you can’t challenge yourself to get a moan out of her. 

When you inevitably cum inside Minju, a faint smile creeps up on her lips. Otherwise, she doesn’t say a word, turning more pages while you pump a hot mess inside her. She only takes notice of the steady flow of cum inside once you exit her warmth, one hand playing with your load and pushing it deeper into her messy folds, while the other hand continues reading her book. 

The following day, as the coffee brews, your roommate is already on her knees, and you’re fucking her face so roughly that tears stream down her cheeks while she gags around your cock. There’s not any makeup yet on that gorgeous face to ruin, but Minju guzzles down your load and goes about making breakfast, like it's all part of her routine. 

First thing, the next morning during work, you’re railing Minju in your office chair, with her gorgeous, sexy legs perched on your shoulders while you’re taking a short break from another tedious conference call. At this rate, your flimsy chair might give way before either of you cum, but that doesn’t matter too much—you can get your work to buy another one. 

You’re absolutely not paying attention to anything but the pleasure of Minju's tight cunt. 

The breathless moans from her lips are a much better alternative than whatever monotonous voice through the speakers drones on about spreadsheets and analytics. Even though your job doesn’t require you to step inside an office often, your cock buried inside Minju is the only way you can survive these remote meetings—but you continuously double-check that the camera is off and the microphone is muted. That’s a mistake you’ll only let happen once. 

Now that you have Minju all to yourself once the call ends, you lift her body up into the air, cock still buried, and impale her pussy just as hard as before while her legs wrap around your waist. 

She feels so small as you bounce her frame up and down, this weightless girl that’s light as a feather. You could carry Minju around the apartment if you wanted, but this is far more satisfying, a test of how many times you can make her cum while holding her up in your arms, absolutely hammering into her soaking cunt until you fill her to the brim. 

Later on in the afternoon, you get the urge again (as you tend to do), and Minju is sitting comfortably on her bed, laptop out, concentrating on what you presume is finding her next paycheck. Once you walk in, the laptop lid shuts, and she takes those big, cute frames off and tosses them on her nightstand, leaning back onto the bed in anticipation. 

You feel guilty disturbing her search, but you're exhausted from a workday that isn’t even over, so this won’t take long. 

Discarding your pants, you climb onto the bed, hovering your crotch above Minju's face, and pull your cock out of your boxers, as you start to stroke in her direction.

The mere sight of that beautiful face is enough to help you get off without any trouble. A few final tugs and you're there, groaning her name as you spray a pearlescent mess all over her face, thick cum shooting onto her cheek, landing on those pretty lips, a line across her nose, some up the side of her forehead. The relief is instant, the stress of a long day fading away while Minju lies there for you to stare at, your cock resting against her lips as you milk out every drop.

"Thanks, Minju. I needed that," you sigh, taking one more look at your impressive handiwork. “Gotta get back to work now.” 

✦ ✦

Minju hasn’t forgotten to hold up her side of the bargain. 

She’s here to get her shit together, not be a freeloader. While she’s financially destitute at the moment, she pays rent in other ways. Ways that aren’t giving head during a movie or being your personal on-demand fucktoy. Almost every night, without fail, Minju cooks up a delicious meal (and she's equally talented at it as she is at sucking you off). She'll even bring dinner to your office if you're working late and forget to eat. Not only does she do the laundry but also keeps the apartment in order, replenishing the fridge whenever needed.

This all buys you more time to fold Minju in half and unload what feels like a week’s worth of cum onto her flat stomach.

So, it goes without saying that your apartment would be in much rougher shape without Minju. That she’s more than just a warm hole to fuck your load into. She's a pleasure to be around, an ear to vent your frustrations to, someone whose absence would leave a noticeable void. 

Sure, it’s nice to fuck Minju senseless whenever you’re all pent up, but having someone across the kitchen table to talk to during a meal, or someone to watch bad movies with on the couch is just as valuable. 

Which brings you to the here and now. 

It's early afternoon, after finishing a mountain of work, and you go looking for Minju to escape these four walls of your home office that feel like a prison. She’s in her bedroom, sorting through laundry, and stops what she’s doing when you enter. 

Because one glance and she already knows. 

Minju lies on her stomach while you stand in front of her bed, stroking her gorgeous face as she gazes up and gets your cock out. With just the lightest of strokes, her delicate hand pumps the length of your cock, bringing you to full arousal in no time. And once you are, you glide the swollen head of your shaft over her glossy lips, coating them in your glistening precum. 

"You always need my mouth so much, don't you?" she purrs, teasing your cock with her hot breath, tongue dancing across the sensitive underside.

Letting out these little gasps is the only thing you answer, unable to give a proper response as your shaft stiffens unbearably so against the wet tongue caressing you, then her lips part with no further need of words, and invite you to guide yourself into the warm heaven of her mouth. 

A full, deep sigh leaves as those beautiful lips envelop your swollen cockhead. And god, her mouth feels so perfect, so warm while you thread fingers through her hair, holding her in place. She drools down your length, giving more playful licks before starting to devour your length inch by inch, all the way until her nose is nearly pressed against your stomach. 

"Minju—this pretty fucking mouth—fuck," you moan, just relishing her slow, steady bobs as she takes you deep, all of you inside her wet throat, looking right up at you. She savors your taste before saying anything else, lips popping off your shaft with trails of spit down her chin. 

"It feels so good, right? My pretty mouth wrapped around you,” she murmurs, spitting on your throbbing shaft to get it even more glistening, stroking it, rubbing that little sensitive sweet spot she knows you love. “Because your thick cock tastes so fucking good." 

That warm, talented mouth returns, swallowing you whole in one go, and you’re tempted to just fuck her throat to completion—but this blowjob isn't meant for the finish line, even as Minju eagerly deepthroats your length, craving to milk out a load from your balls as soon as possible. 

“Minmin, I—really need to fuck you." There’s a pause in her sloppy movements, to acknowledge the nickname you've called her, like she wants to hear it again. In this moment, you let Minju's warm mouth work her magic on your throbbing shaft, indulging in the sinful slurps she makes, as her tongue lavishes your cock until there’s not a single inch unexplored. But as good as her mouth is, it’s not enough—you need to be elsewhere, somewhere warmer, much tighter, to really satiate this appetite. 

“Stay right fucking there.” 

Minju obliges, staying flat on her stomach, and awaits what’s next with this innocent look full of curiosity as you approach from behind. And while she’s still got on all these bothersome clothes, you quickly rectify that, unbuttoning and tugging her jeans down to her ankles to grant a path to that delicious-looking cunt. 

When you climb on top of Minju, her pussy glistens in anticipation. It takes only a few shallow thrusts to bury your needy cock to the hilt, letting out a strained groan when you're fully sheathed inside her tight warmth. Her little whimpering cries tell you she needs this as much as you did, as her wet folds greedily pull you in, demanding more and more. 

“Oh god, fuck, you fill me up so well,” Minju moans, as you start pounding her tight cunt without warning. No teasing, no mercy. Nothing but a rough, relentless fuck that leaves both of you breathless as she takes every inch, laying idle to accept it all.“Please, just—fuck me, fuck me as hard as you can.” 

Pressing your whole body into Minju's slender figure, you pound away with no restrictions, relishing this prone position that lets you get as deep into this welcoming heat as you please. “Oh my god, Minju—your pussy is—un-fucking-believable."

Here, you can dominate Minju without restriction, and she takes it as well as you imagine. A shuddering groan leaves her lips every time your hips collide, when you plow into her at this rapid pace. While she usually can’t stay quiet while you're balls deep in her, all of a sudden Minju goes silent, not letting a single syllable slip as you ram her cunt with such unforgiving thrusts.

“Hey, uh—“ Minju breaks the silence as you keep her tight frame pinned into the mattress, going as hard as your hips will allow. “Do you mind not cumming inside me this time?” 

Your body takes a pause, and your hips slow down as you register her words. There’s only one instinct, and that’s to empty inside her like usual. It's become so natural that hearing her suggest anything else makes it feel… wrong.

“Asking a lot here, Minju. Do you want me to stop breathing as well?” The audacity of this request when you’ve gone all out at it from the get-go. It’s so sudden and unexpected, because Minju’s the first to beg and beg for you to breed her. 

“It’s just once. I have an interview in half an hour, so I’d rather not have to shower again.” 

She’s really asking for the impossible here. 

“But then I can fuck you again in the shower…” you say amidst all this intense fucking, but the look Minju flashes back tells you that isn’t the answer she wanted. So while Minju’s taking you so hard and fast during this rough fucking, with your full weight on her as you’re pounding away in her slick heat, your cock so eager and ready to explode, yet somehow, you’re expected to pull out—

“Fine. But only this once.” And you can’t believe that you’ve agreed to this the moment those words slip out. 

“Hey, you can still cum in my mouth,” Minju says with this proud tone, like it’s any consolation. “I’ll make it worth your while when I come back. Promise. I owe you.” 

You’re never one to doubt Minju, but this is one big favor she’s going to have to pay back, with interest. Even so, a sigh of frustration escapes your lips when you pull out, flip Minju on her back, and straddle her chest to finish yourself off. 

When you shoot your hot load into her mouth, painting her waiting tongue and lips in these white streaks, it’s a relatively weak and unfulfilling climax in comparison. Despite that, Minju’s still happy to take it, to swallow it all down greedily, like she’s dying for a second one that there’s no time for. 

“Good luck,” you mumble out with a strangled breath as Minju slurps your cock clean with her hungry lips. You can see a mix of satisfaction and disappointment etched on her face that mirrors you, because you both know that load belonged in her pussy. 

“Thank you. I’ll be back in an hour or so. Then you can breed me as many times as you want.” 

✦ ✦

Minju has spoiled you to no end. 

There isn’t a single day when she doesn’t so much as wish good night without draining your balls. Whether you prefer a quick, sloppy blowjob, railing Minju from behind, or watching her fit body do all the work, riding until you finish deep inside her, she doesn’t head to bed without you filling her up.

It’s routine to fuck a load into her first thing in the morning, whether she's brushing her teeth, putting on makeup, or simply eating breakfast. 

This agreement, it's been long enough that you no longer feel the apprehension about using Minju, no qualms about spending every morning with her lips on your cock, to spend afternoons with her face in the couch cushions, drilling her wet little hole while she answers her phone to respond to appointments and interviews.

Nearly two hours pass before Minju returns. The door closes shut with an exhausted sigh, and she sets down her bag, kicking off her heels, and takes a seat right next to you on the couch.

“How did it go?” 

Minju doesn't have an immediate answer. Her focus is elsewhere as she stretches her legs across your lap, settling into a more comfortable position on the couch before responding.

“I…I don’t know. Maybe it went well. Maybe it didn’t. I think they liked me—but that doesn’t mean I’ll get the job.” 

There's a certain hesitation when she answers, like there’s more she wants to talk about but chooses not to. You know firsthand how taxing these interviews can be, as you’ve been on both sides of them, especially for Minju, who tries to look as flawless as can be, only to be passed over because her resumé isn't a mile long. 

“If you don’t, then it means they picked the wrong person.” 

Minju smiles shyly before her eyes drift away. Now, it feels strange to watch someone so usually full of confidence look so unsure of herself. But she shakes that off quickly, like that self-doubting voice doesn’t belong to her, reverting back to that same bright expression. “Whatever happens happens. I'm just thankful you're letting me stay here practically rent free.” 

“Well, you can stay as long as you need. Even if you find a job, there's no need to rush out. This place would be too quiet without you around."

In her black pleated skirt, Minju climbs up and straddles your lap. She leans in and presses her soft lips on your own in a quick kiss, making no attempt to hide her affection.

“So. I owe you a promise."

The insinuation hangs heavy on her words as a shameless smirk takes over her lips. Even after the stressful events earlier, Minju never misses a chance to satisfy your desires, so quick to change from this somber tone into her role as your plaything, like a switch being flipped. 

“If I remember correctly… you keep your lube in the bedroom drawer, right?” 

You’ve done almost everything to Minju; fucking her brains out in every corner of every room, in practically every position imaginable, yet you've done almost nothing to appreciate her exceptional ass. At the bare minimum, you've enjoyed the sight of those perfect plump cheeks as she endlessly rides your cock, but aside from giving them a firm squeeze or some light spanks, it hasn't had the attention it deserves. 

While you have this insatiable hunger to wreck her ass, this is still entirely uncharted territory. So you respond to Minju with a silent nod, getting your hands on her underneath her skirt, grabbing that taut butt through her thin underwear to enjoy this divine handful. 

“I’ll go get it,” Minju offers with a lingering kiss to your cheek, but you grab her wrist to stop her path before she can get off your lap.

“Not yet.” 

Your hold on Minju doesn’t falter as you knead her asscheeks, not willing to part yet. ”Stay here. So I can see how pretty you are.”

Those cute pink cheeks that you covered in your load earlier now have a rosy tint as she looks up, letting you savor this moment a little longer. Your mind races with all the things you’ve yet to do, this perfect hourglass body that’s yours to explore, to use, to do whatever you can imagine. Yet, there’s only one thing you haven’t done to this beautiful girl, one place your cock hasn’t had the pleasure being in—

“What was it you wanted? To see if your cock would fit in my ass?” 

There’s no need for this extravagant fantasy to drag on, so you lift her up still with a firm grip on her ass, and bring her into your bedroom, sitting down on the edge of the bed. 

“I can’t stop thinking about it, Minju.” 

“Me neither.” She sits in your lap as she admits, and with your arms propped back against the mattress, you watch Minju with unwavering attention. 

Every button on her blouse gets undone one by one, tantalizingly slow until it falls open to reveal more pale skin that complements the pink lacy bra you've bought for her. Once that comes off, you take in all that wonderful skin, drinking in those breasts that spill out, and her tight tummy that you've painted with so many loads already. 

“Now the skirt,” you tell her, and Minju flashes a smirk at your impatience. But she obeys, gets off your lap, unzips, then lets the garment fall down those smooth thighs until it lands in a pile around her feet, leaving Minju standing before you in only matching pink lace.

Before her underwear comes off, she spins on her heels to show off this perfect little ass in front of your face, bending over so you can take in the sight of those ample curves that frame your view so nicely. "Care to do the honors?" 

The answer is obvious. 

Giving those cheeks a nice little smack, you hook a finger under the waistband of her thong and slowly peel this little pair of lace down, leaving no detail of her round, scrumptious cheeks unseen, and exposing this tight little asshole you're dying to stretch.

"Hey—are you just going to stare all day, or are you going to put your cock in my ass?”

A difficult choice for sure—with the latter infinitely more enticing. Minju answers the question for herself as you stay perched on the edge of the bed, your focus never shifting from that delicious backside. She heads towards the bedside table, opening a drawer to fetch something. When she returns, you’ve matched her state of undress, getting your own clothes off in a flash. 

Bottle in hand, her gaze trails down your body to see this aching hard length that needs somewhere to sink inside; the sight making her salivate as she reaches for your shaft and pours a generous amount of lube into her hand.

Minju coats your entire cock in the cool, slick lube that only heats up once her hand pumps it, leaving every single inch drenched. This liquid has other plans too, slicking up her fingers before they slip between her own asscheeks, spreading herself and working the lubed digits inside her puckered hole in preparation for what's next.

“You look like you're ready to tear me open," she says, eyes widened at the sight of your big, thick cock, all lubed and primed for her asshole. This isn't an exaggeration as you lie back, watching the beautiful body of Minju straddle over your hips, hovering above you until she finds the right position.

"And you look like you can't wait to have this entire cock inside you."

"Of course I can't," she breathes out, lining you up with her tight asshole. One deep breath later, and she lowers down on you, trying to breach through that taut ring of muscle. You’re not sure how even a single inch plans to fit, and already it feels like it's stretching her beyond what's reasonable. Regardless, Minju still lets out these desperate moans as she tries to work your cockhead inside. 

“Shit, oh fuck—" Minju swears this isn’t her first time taking something up there, but with how tight this ass is, you’re not sure that you believe her.

The intense stretch has Minju crying out in bliss, doing all the work as she takes it nice and slow at first. Her fingers find her plump cheeks, spreading them just a little wider so she can fit more of your girth in. You can feel the desperation, that she really does want more of your thick cock buried in her asshole, and you’re aching to make her take your entire shaft with one swift drop of her hips—but she can barely manage your tip.

"You're really getting all in my ass, aren’t you?” she says with a moan, and you’re getting too impatient with the tease of this tight, gripping warmth as more of you sinks into Minju, disappearing past her puckered rim.

Minju puts in all this effort to take more, but there isn’t enough resistance in your muscles to just sit back and enjoy it. Patience thrown away, your own hips rise to meet her halfway, unable to keep your body from moving at all, getting a good grip as you guide her down, bit by bit.

"Keep going, Minmin, that's it," you encourage, and she does her best to obey, lowering her ass until she has almost every inch of you buried. That final push makes her cheeks come in contact with your balls, and her eyes shoot open.

"Oh fuck, oh my god—" Minju sounds so strained and overwhelmed that it almost sounds painful, but her nails only dig into your thighs, anchoring herself to keep you balls deep in her asshole as she looks over her shoulder to reassure you that she's content being this full. 

It takes a few deep breaths before she's ready for more, to get herself accustomed to having you so deep inside, before beginning to ride your cock with this tight, slick hole. All of this warmth around you, this ass, this tight little ass of hers feels like heaven, clenching around you. Minju can’t stop bouncing herself on you, ass smacking down on your thighs as she fucks your cock into her, impaling herself again and again.

"That's it, that's it—this big fucking dick. It's so deep.” Minju groans through ragged breaths, keeping the tempo until her hips move faster. She keeps riding, bouncing that tight little ass of hers, addicted to stretching that hot little hole wider as it accepts every single inch of you.

Your cock, her ass, there's no better combination. 

It's an amazing view, watching that asshole get stretched open, so wide around your shaft while her own hand wanders between her legs. This impossible tightness encourages you to thrust into her, drilling your cock, wanting to get in even deeper than humanly possible. 

You know that Minju can manage on her own, but your greed takes over as you lean her body back, hooking your arms under her knees, and pin them to her chest with your cock still inside her ass. Now it's her turn to let you take over, stretching her wider so she can really feel this deepness inside, opening her up in new unimaginable ways. 

The new angle offers much deeper thrusts, with you holding her weight, wrapping your arms behind her neck and slamming up into Minju with little regard for how wrecked she’ll get, balls deep with every drop of your hips against hers.

"Fuck, please—keep, oh shit!" Her voice sounds so fucked out, the delirium taking over her as your cock fills her, every last inch stuffed to the hilt. And the sounds Minju makes during this assault on her ass are unreal, deep whines ripped right out, fucking your entire length at the fastest pace you can into this tight asshole. 

"Your ass loves taking this fucking cock, doesn't it, Minmin?" You barely have it in you to speak at all, and all Minju can offer is another desperate whimper, unable to voice anything beyond swears at how full her tight hole is with your cock. 

"Please, god—don't fucking stop, don't you dare stop fucking my ass—"

This poor, helpless thing that you take your lust out on, legs spread obscenely wide in a v-shape position you've folded her in just pleads and cries for more. She’s unable to do much but take this pounding, and her mouth stays agape through your relentless thrusts, hammering into such a stretched, full, gaping hole.

Her flexibility comes in handy at times like these as she just lets you ruin her tight asshole without a care, feet helplessly dangling midair in the most pornographic display of carnal bliss, using her body to wring out every bit of pleasure. 

"Use me, oh my fucking god, please use my asshole until you fill it up."

As all those words spill out, there's no reason to fight it any longer as you fuck into Minju with reckless abandon, arms locking her in place to do as she asks, not daring to stop for any reason. With no end to your onslaught of violent thrusts, your balls begin to tighten, the start of an inevitable flood in her tight asshole. “So tight, fuck, gonna blow my fucking load right into your tight ass—“ 

Minju offers no response but her asshole clenching around your swollen shaft, urging you to release into her wrecked hole with everything you‘ve got, and nothing can stop this orgasm from building.

And with one last thrust, you can't hold back anymore. Buried deep, your release explodes into Minju, sending your seed shooting deep into her asshole as you fill her up to the brim with these endless spurts. Her desperate mewls escalate as her ass, this perfect, tight warmth milks your throbbing cock until your entire body shakes with pleasure, draining your entire heavy load into her tight little hole.

You savor this feeling, remaining balls deep into her ass, riding this high for as long as it’ll linger. You're breathless and panting when your grip eases, guiding Minju down as she topples onto her back, pressed up against your chest while your cock slips out of her ruined hole. Your thick seed oozes right out of that tight ass, dripping between her cheeks and leaking out onto your stomach, a beautiful mess of creamy white.

"Still had so much inside you," Minju gasps out, barely able to move a muscle after your merciless pounding. Her entire body stays limp on you, a satisfied wreck with cum still trickling out her ruined, gaped asshole. "I knew you would love my ass." 

“Best thing I’ve ever been inside in.” 

Neither of you has the will to move, staying like this just to catch a breath for a little bit longer, until she rolls off and shifts onto her side, tucking herself into your chest. Minju gives that smile of hers, the one where she's content that you enjoy her as much as you do. "I don't think I can walk out of here... "

"Then don't. You look good just where you are," you reply, glancing at Minju, who lets out a tired laugh at what an utter mess you both are. It's almost a guarantee that she’ll share your bed every night after you’ve made a mess inside her. She spends more nights with you than in her own bed, sleeping next to you, limbs tangled together under the covers. 

Other times, after a quickie before bed, Minju will keep you inside her, too tired to do anything but fall asleep in your arms with no urge to move an inch until the next day. It’s a nice tender moment through all this lust, the realization that she’s more than some mindless fuck whenever you need release. 

Maybe this arrangement has shifted into something more. 

And maybe you’ve really taken a liking to Minju. 

✦ ✦

“Yeah, it’s really nice here,” Minju says on the phone in her favorite pink pajamas during a video call from a friend. The TV plays low in the background as she gets comfortable all sprawled out on the couch, playing off the fact that she's been living at your place for nearly a month now. 

This temporary thing was supposed to be just that—Minju staying only until she could afford a place on her own, has now spiraled into something beyond that. Several weeks later, here she still is, wearing your oversized shirts to bed, shampoo and body wash occupying a lasting residence in your shower, and of course, her own toothbrush next to yours. 

And neither one of you is planning to change that.

Minju’s a near permanent addition to your household. While she's picked up some temp work to keep her bank account from reaching zero, you wouldn't exactly call her employed. Though that matters little; even if she doesn’t help out financially, she contributes in much better ways. 

"Hey! No, it’s not like that. No, I don’t, but I help cook, I clean, and I—“ Minju says in this exasperated tone when you join her on the couch. Cheeks growing red, she stays on the defensive, trying to starve off this teasing on the other end that you're attempting not to eavesdrop on.

"No, not like a maid. It's not—no, he isn't making me. Yuri-ya! I said we aren't together!” Minju almost forgets that you're sitting right next to her, remaining just as loud and whiny as she presses her knees into her chest, desperate to defend herself. 

Clearly, this isn’t a conversation you’re supposed to be a part of, so you should probably excuse yourself—but when you attempt just that, Minju pushes you back down with a bare foot from where you were rising, insisting you stay right where you are. 

"It isn't like that at all!" Minju pouts, and the camera captures every cute little flustered expression that makes her friend cackle. There isn't an ounce of persuasion behind those words as her friend shares in this same amusement with you, face growing more flustered by the second. Still, she remains steadfast to deny these accusations, holding you hostage to listen in by the pressure from her heel digging into your leg, pinning you there to hear these hearty giggles at Minju's expense.

You think you like this friend already. 

Minju is clearly more stubborn than she lets on when it comes to these matters, because Yuri refuses to back down. And well, if she wants you here, then you're more than willing to stick around—but you're not going to stay idle. 

"Okay, maybe once. But that was it. I swear," Minju defends, even if it's an obvious lie, and Yuri calls her bluff as her laughter continues from the other side. She's backed the poor girl into a corner, and you're somehow working together with this person that you've never met, all to make your mutual friend as bashful as she can possibly get. 

When Minju's bare feet land on your lap, it sparks an idea. Your thumb presses into the sensitive arch of her foot, massaging the targeted area with care, causing her eyes to plead not to escalate. 

"You've definitely hooked up more than once," Yuri insists, and you're unable to hide a smirk to see that you're on the same page. "There's no way it didn't happen again."

Minju’s got this ticklish spot that you once found by accident, and it’s so easy narrowing it down to send her into an uncontrollable giggle fit. The longer you linger over it, the more she tries to keep her mouth shut, eyes going wide as she panics when Yuri asks what's so funny. 

That's the opportunity for the killing blow as you press hard into the pads of her feet with both thumbs, overwhelming her as she struggles not to burst into laughter, which Yuri only sees as confirmation that she's right. 

"I knew it!" 

"S-seriously, nothing happened. Don't get the wrong idea…“

Minju’s never been a great liar, and it doesn’t help that she can’t hide her flustered reactions on screen. So rather than continue this drip feed of torture, you just spell the entire situation out for Yuri to understand—playing with the waistband of those cute pajamas, your intentions clear as day. 

“Hey, wait—the video is on!” Minju protests in disbelief as you threaten to yank her pants off her hips. But if she really doesn't want this, especially with Yuri there to watch, then all she has to do is say the word and you'll back off. 

"Then feel free to end the call…" 

But no, the truth is, Minju wants this.

Her eyes shift from Yuri back to you, a nervous look on her face—knowing exactly how this'll play out. All it would take is a second for the call to disconnect, one little goodbye, and you can do this privately. But when you work these pajama pants off past Minju’s hips, there's no such thing. Yuri remains right there on the call, watching on camera while you finish the job and strip your roommate below the waist, leaving her half-naked in the middle of this video call. 

There's a darker redness on her face, looking mortified to be exposed so easily in front of her unseen friend. She struggles for words, and you do the same to her upper half, unbuttoning her pajama shirt as you slowly peel it open, tossing it aside to leave this impeccable body entirely bare. 

With this display of her nude beauty, Minju stops any charade of denial the instant you slide a finger inside, and then a deep groan rolls from her lips at having your finger penetrate her in front of another person's eyes. 

"M-maybe it's happened more than a couple of times,” Minju admits, divulging this secret she no longer has the desire to hide. There's no point holding back, not when you're going to have her moaning on camera. 

"A lot more than that…" you say as you tease her tight entrance with another finger before your pants come off, hardness poking at your boxers until you toss them away as well.

"Hey!" Minju says as you spread open her gorgeous pussy with two fingers, exposing that warmth that's ready for you to sink into. "It's n-not a lot."

"Four times yesterday isn't a lot?" 

Minju just tries her best to not completely dissolve on camera at your immediate betrayal—but it’s not like she doesn’t want it either, as she guides the tip of your cock between the heat of her slit, teasing up and down before the inevitable push. 

“I knew it. Come on, no secrets," Yuri says on the other end as Minju lays there obscenely spread, already whining pathetically, when your throbbing cock demands to slip inside her warm, welcoming pussy. 

“Hey, if you’re going to watch—then no talking.” 

"Not another word,“ Yuri promises her, and that silence holds as you sink inside Minju, so deep and hot inside your roommate. 

A soft groan escapes from her the instant she's so deliciously stretched around your cock. With this additional pressure to perform for a new set of eyes, that makes the arousal much more palatable as you bury your full length into that slippery, wet warmth.

"Oh f-fuck, you feel so good," Minju whimpers, eyes nearly rolling to the back of her head. You can't help but bottom out in her cunt as she looks right into the camera, sharing this moment with Yuri who stays true to her word, not interrupting a second. 

All your initial strokes are anything but gentle, and Minju makes no attempt to keep any moans in that make it to the other side of the video call. It’s something so out of the ordinary, this girl that’s usually so timid, so reserved, watching her crumble underneath every deep pump, her folds absolutely dripping with honey to help guide the friction. 

Even so, it’s not quite enough. While this is all great and everything—it could be even better. You’re supposed to be giving Yuri a show, and you might as well give her a good one.

Minju has no complaints, only uninhibited deep moans when you lift her legs up, knees up right by her shoulders as you fold her up in such a vulgar display of her flexibility, plunging more of yourself to wreck this little hole. 

"So deep—fuck, I can feel you so deep in me,” she mutters out as she takes it all, barely able to hold her phone still in such a vulnerable position, utterly helpless while you're demolishing her tight little pussy with no mercy. You've done this to Minju more times than you can count, this perfect position designed to bottom her out in the easiest way possible—to fuck a massive load right into her pussy in no time. 

"It's so good, please, it's so fucking good—“ Minju becomes nothing more than a whimpering mess, head thrown back against the pillows as you keep pounding into her cunt, thrusting deeper in a rough, erratic pace that's more showing off than anything, and all she can do is keep taking it. 

It's just too easy to fuck Minju like a toy, especially when you've got a show to put on.

"Look at you taking me like this, Minju, oh my god," you groan, watching this warm little hole spread wider and wider around your throbbing cock as it disappears into her depths.

Her cunt feels tighter with each thrust, squeezing your shaft in a slick, unrelenting grip that brings you closer to the edge as she loses any semblance of decency. You don’t let up as she struggles to stay on camera, nearly dropping her phone while trying to hang on through all this ecstasy. 

“Keep going, oh fuck, keep pounding my fucking pussy,” Minju begs, and it's impossible to even focus with how deep her sloppy cunt swallows you back up inside. She lets out all these throaty, helpless moans from the animalistic fucking she's taking, perky tits bouncing from the force of you bottoming her out in front of her friend. 

And again, Yuri plays her part by being a viewer and nothing else. 

Minju, this wet little toy, lets you hammer into her cunt without remorse, and each impact of your heated bodies sends her jolting against the cushions, turning into such a lewd metronome. 

You're close, already so close—all thanks to those eyes of hers, filled with a desperate need to have you shoot your hot cum deep where it belongs. "I'm gonna fucking breed you, Minju—fuck, gonna dump this thick fucking load right in your cunt.”

Minju lets out a long moan of approval, equally on edge from having your shaft thrust right into her slick depths, ready for your balls to empty and pump her full of all your seed. 

“Give me that load, don’t cum anywhere but inside—“ That’s the last thing Minju says before this unavoidable release, face red from being so vulnerable on camera while her legs dangle up in the air, toes curling with every rough pump. 

You're so worked up that it doesn't take anything else but burying your cock into her sopping cunt one final time before you burst, unloading everything your balls have stored up. Your release triggers her own, that peak making her legs tremble in the air, writhing underneath your weight. Both of you let out a collective moan that competes in volume as your combined release gets milked into her womb, spurt after spurt until there's nothing left to empty inside of your roommate. 

Shallow thrusts drag out the pleasure, making sure not a drop of your load isn’t fully deposited inside Minju’s sticky folds until you stay there buried to the hilt. 

While you both pause to catch your breath, there's an unfamiliar satisfied moan of pleasure that you realize comes from Yuri on the other side of the phone call.

“F-fuck,” Minju breathes out, while you still have every inch throbbing inside her delicious warmth. ”Yuri, did you really just get off to this?"

"What? No, of course not," Yuri says, an unconvincing denial of a lie. "Maybe. Did you really expect me not to?"

Minju smiles as best as she can. "I can't blame you. God, there's just so much cum—he dumped his whole load inside me…" she says in smug satisfaction when you reluctantly pull out. 

Her poor little cunt is a wreck, all soaked in her own arousal and yours, this hot load eagerly dripping out onto the couch cushions while just laying there spread in such an obscene way, phone still in her hand, held out to display every detail.

Yuri doesn’t quite know what to say when she sees her friend like this, Minju the innocent angel being fucked absolutely senseless on camera, with a thick, creamy mess that oozes out between her legs.

"So, maybe we've done this a lot," Minju finally confesses to Yuri, who still struggles to respond to all this despite witnessing it moments ago. 

"Maybe?" Yuri replies. 

"Don't act all innocent now." Minju shifts her position on the couch to get a better angle, so the camera can get a good shot of the sticky semen running down her cunt. "You got off to it."

"Maybe. A little bit," Yuri admits, with a low voice shaky in response. "So what if I did?" 

“And maybe I jerk him off when I'm on the phone with you..." 

"Minju!"

With a hand covering her mouth, Minju laughs, unable to hold in her amusement. “You don't have to sound so ashamed. It's just you."

“That doesn't mean I need to hear this!" Yuri responds, the embarrassment coming through in her voice. "Oh my god, I can't believe I was talking to you like normal—while you were doing that? Ah, Minju!"

Minju's smile transforms into a devilish grin, enjoying every second of this like she’s earning revenge for Yuri’s earlier teasing. 

“Doing what, Yuri?"

“I—need to go, talk to you later, Minju!" Yuri stammers out, her cheeks brighter than a tomato. The video call immediately ends, with only Minju's soft laughter remaining in response. Looking at the end call icon on her phone for a moment, Minju sets it to the side on the coffee table, then lays her head back into the pillows.

“It's just you and me again," Minju says in her sweet voice, almost like she’s not the least bit exhausted after the rigorous fucking you've put her through. “What now?"

"Maybe we should clean this couch..." you answer, aware of the mess you and Minju have created all over her legs and the fabric, something that certainly can't be ignored.

"Later," Minju says, as if she could even care about that—at least for now. "Right now I need a shower. A nice long, hot one. Come join me. It's not fun washing off all by myself..."

Yet once again, neither of you make it to the shower. 

You follow her right into her bedroom, into the bedsheets that are still warm from earlier today. She doesn't have a chance to clean herself up, still dripping down her thighs when she pins you down into those same bedsheets and has you deep inside her in no time.

“Round two,” Minju says, as if it's not even a question, like this is how it’s going to go for the rest of the night.

“Minmin—wait. Give a guy a moment, fuck."

"No time to rest," she says, with another wicked grin on her face, and you're not used to being on the other end of this. You're the one that keeps the ecstasy going, the one that always makes the first move. This girl, she’s never been so forward like this before, not in the way she takes complete control, so shameless to get what she wants. Certainly not in the way that she grabs your arms and pins your wrists over your head with strength that you didn't realize she was capable of.

"I see why you like using me so much." 

Minju holds you down so tight that you can't even fight this. You're at her mercy now, pinned right under her in this vulnerable state with the weight of her body pressing into you while you can't help but feel like you’re the one who’s a little plaything.

And honestly, you like it.

"I get it now,” Minju purrs while you stay right under her control, a finger caressing the outline of your jaw. She has you helpless, completely trapped by this lust that's making you ache for more of what Minju's offering. "You know, I found a job. One of my friends recommended me, Hyewon. I think you’ve met her before. And it pays well. I'll be able to finally support myself. But you'll let me still stay here, won't you?" 

"Of course, Minju. You know I wouldn't—"

"Good," she says, cutting you off as if there's not any chance of rejection. "But I won't be around in the afternoon like before." 

Minju trails a finger right down the center of your chest, tracing circles along your abdomen. "So that means I'm going to need my fix every morning. And maybe even before I go to work, when I come to wake you up for me."

You've never seen Minju like this, so brazen with her desires as she tilts your chin up and makes you face her directly. 

"And as soon as I get home, I'm just going to jump on your cock for hours, until your balls overflow my little pussy again and again. How does that sound?"

"That—that sounds—"

"Great. It's settled then." Minju gives you the cutest smile as she kisses her way down your neck, lips lingering around your collarbone as she nibbles gently on the skin, leaving her mark. 

"Maybe it's a lot of fun being used by you. But maybe it's even better to use you, right?"

Biting her lip, she slides off your shaft that's still glistening in the mix of her mess and yours, leaving it throbbing in the air. "Oh my god, your poor cock. So fucking hard. And there's nothing you can do about it, huh? It must be torture for you. All this build up inside and nothing to take it out on."

"Minmin—"

"Now I understand—it’s so much fun to fuck you like a toy," Minju interrupts, right as she slaps your cock with her palm to watch you wince in response from how sensitive you are, doing it over and over again, these utterly relentless smacks that make every part of you quiver. 

"What's the matter? Don't wanna cum again?" 

Without waiting for a response, she slams back down on you, taking you to the hilt in one easy, fluid motion that doesn't leave you without her warmth for long. Even as spent as you are, Minju rides this aching cock of yours like it's the first time you've been inside her today.

"You’ve got my greedy little cunt addicted. I can't live without you filling me with this hot cum every single day. How many more times can I get you to breed me today? Three? Four? Maybe five?"

"Jesus, Minmin, please—" You groan at the thought. As much as you love finishing inside Minju, there's no way you'll be able to survive that—you're exhausted after this round and your body hasn’t gotten anywhere close to recovering. But she just carelessly continues, head thrown back in bliss as she fucks herself on you, spreading her walls that still drip with your load, and yet so needy to have another thick one fill her up to the brim once more.

"I can't wait to find out. You're not going to run out of cum, are you? No, I don't think your balls could do that. They're always so full, just for me, right? Maybe we'll have to keep going until we make sure."

You don't think your poor cock can stand that, but there's nothing to do but watch helplessly while Minju bounces on top of you, using you as nothing more than a toy—a nice hard cock that she can just ride into ecstasy over and over again.

And maybe you'll allow her to do just that.

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No, I didn't finish writing this fic the day before realizing her birthday, shut up, this was definitely planned all along.

#BreedMinju

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

R just having a kinda rough time, so Bucky tries to comfort her until he says that it’s okay to ask for help and that it doesn’t make a person weak.

R repeats what he said verbatim and he confirms his statement again. So she digs into it and tells him that applies to him, too, and that his original line of thought about asking for help is wrong— he just admitted it.

It’s Ok To Ask For Help » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: You’re having a rough time and Bucky comforts you and tells you that it’s ok to ask for help and you tell him that it applies to him too.

Warnings: Fluff, language, kissing, cuddling, pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creator @unearthlydust

Tears stained your cheeks. You weren’t having a good couple of days. It all started the day before Bucky came home from a mission. It rained a couple days ago, which didn’t bother you until you stepped in a rain puddle in your new shoes when you got to work and your shoes and socks were wet most of the day. That same day you bumped your hip on the edge of the kitchen counter when you were trying to make yourself something to eat. As if anything couldn’t get any worse, your allergies are bothering you now. As of right now, you’re sitting on the couch and watching your favorite show.

Bucky walks in yours and his apartment, his enhanced hearing picking up the sound of your sniffles coming from the living room. He made his way to the living room to see you sitting on the couch with your legs against your chest and your arms wrapped around them. That immediately concerned Bucky.

“Doll, what’s wrong?” Bucky asks, his voice filled with worry.

You looked from the TV to your boyfriend. Bucky didn’t miss your red eyes from crying. You stood up and walked over to him. You stood on your tippy toes, wrapping your arms around his neck and buried your face against his shoulder. Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. Bucky sat down on the couch with you in his arms.

He didn’t want to pry and make you more upset so he comforted you by holding you with his right arm and used his vibranium hand to rub your back. He placed soft kisses on your cheek and the side of your head. While he was doing his best to comfort you, your fingers found Bucky’s dog tags and started playing with them.

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” He softly asks after a few minutes.

You played with his dog tags for a minute longer before saying anything.

“I had a bad couple of days.” You started. “The day before you came home from the mission, it rained and I stepped in a rain puddle with new shoes and my shoes and socks were wet most of the day and when I got home that day, I bumped my hip on the edge of the kitchen counter. Then I was missing you and cried. Now my allergies are bothering me.” You explained, feeling more tears in your eyes.

“Oh doll…” He coos softly. “What didn’t you say anything to me when I got home?” He asks.

“You were tired and I didn’t want to unload my problems onto you when you just got home.” You say.

“I’m your boyfriend. You can always unload your problems onto me. Your problems are mine too.” He says.

You felt tears rolling down your cheeks. You felt bad for not telling him sooner, but you didn’t want to bother him cause he just got home.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized, your voice cracking.

“You have absolutely nothing to apologize about, doll.” Bucky spoke softly. “It’s ok to ask for help. That doesn’t make you weak.” He tells you. “You can ask me for help anytime you want. It doesn’t matter if I’m exhausted or if I’m at work.” He says.

“Are you sure?” You asked and sniffled, making sure.

“I’m 100% sure.” He says, wiping your tears away.

Bucky’s hands caressed your cheeks, his thumb gently rubbed against your cheekbone. He leaned in and kissed you gently and sweetly. Your hands grasped onto his shirt, clutching it in your hands. You melted into his touch. He pulled away slowly, putting his forehead against yours and looking in your eyes.

“All you have to do is ask and I’ll drop everything to help you.” Bucky says.

“Ok.” You whisper softly.

You laid your head back on his shoulder and went back to playing with his dog tags. You were so focused on his dog tags and Bucky holding you that you forgot your favorite show was on. You just tuned it out. You just wanted cuddles from your boyfriend.

“Bucky?” You say, looking up at him.

“Yes, doll?” He asks, looking down at you.

“You can ask me for help too. I’ll drop everything for you too.” You say.

“What do you mean?” He asks.

“Like you said, it doesn’t make you weak to ask for help.” You say, repeating what he said to you.

A smile grew on Bucky’s face. He cupped your cheek, caressing it and rubbed his thumb against your cheekbone. He looks deep in your eyes.

“You’re so sweet and caring.” He whispers. “I’m so happy you’re my girlfriend.” He says, kissing your lips softly.

“I’m so happy you’re my boyfriend.” You say softly against his lips.

“I love you, babydoll.” He says softly.

“I love you too, baby.” You almost whispered.

“Now, let’s get those allergies of yours controlled so you don’t have to feel shitty for the rest of the day.” He says and booped your nose gently, making you smile and giggle.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[syrupfog]

Hmmmm Sanji keeps his dress from Kambakka but one day when he’s looking for something deep in his locker the dress falls out and the crew get ahold of it. 

They think he’s stolen it from some poor girl and they scold him for it, how dare he actually act on his perv tendencies?

And Sanji like. Feels real weird and sad and upset and doesn’t understand why. Just grabs the dress and throws it overboard in a huff. Doesn’t explain to them where it came from because why would he. 

But he. He dwells on it. He’d kept the dress because he liked it.

Well. The dress was ugly. But he liked what it did to him. Made him feel… soft inside. 

But he can’t buy another one, not now. He knows, intrinsically, that it would be soul destroying for the crew to find a second dress and connect the dots— that they would realise that the dress is for him. That they would call him perverted for wanting to actually wear the dress. 

It’s one thing to yell at him for stealing a dress. It’s another thing entirely for them to yell at him for owning it for himself.

He doesn’t know why. Just knows that it would hurt. So badly. For them to associate perverted actions with his desire to feel that… softness again.

So he doesn’t. He doesn’t dare buy anything like that again, buries that self down deep for years. 

Maybe it’s after Luffy’s become pirate king. Maybe it’s after everything has settled down a bit. The crew meets with the Revolutionary Army and Iva is there.

And damn him, Iva just KNOWS things he shouldn’t, can strip someone bare with just a look. But when he looks to Sanji his expression is so SAD and it makes Sanji angry. How dare he be disappointed in him? Sanji’d never promised him anything, any change.

Maybe Iva takes him aside and Sanji’s ready for a lecture or a fight but all Iva does is say that if Sanji wants, he can raid Iva’s closet anytime. He’s welcome to anything in it. 

Sanji knows that there’s a lot of fishnets and leotards in there, but also… those dresses.

And maybe, I mean, they’re in a public place, maybe Zoro overhears. 

And he’s close enough to clock Sanji’s expression. He’s known the cook long enough to know what yearning looks like on him.

I dunno! I dunno what happens next! Probably that Zoro watches Sanji a lot because that’s what he does! Probably that he reevaluates small things like the way Sanji gazes in shop windows! Probably he does something really stupid like makes brazen comments at dinner

About how the revolutionaries could probably teach Nami a thing or two about clothes and even the guys look good in those romper things and skirts or whatever. 

He’s probably real bad at it!! He’s saying dumb shit and Nami gets mad because she dresses just how she wants shut up!

Man. I dunno it prob still takes a while. But this is still before Sanji and Zoro are together. Because I think that Zoro supporting Sanji as a member of the crew is nice, that Sanji never worries that this is Zoro being blinded by love and willing say do things he doesn’t mean.

Like this is gruff annoying Zoro who fights with him and argues with him but Sanji sees the openings he gives. 

Maybe the next time, another 6 months or a year down the line, that they see Iva, Zoro drags Sanji to her closet. Says “come on cook she could teach you some lessons in fashion, the suits are getting old.” 

And maybe that’s the first time in three or four years that Sanji considers it. Puts on a dress that’s tight around the waist and it’s not tailored well— all his suits are tailored perfectly— but he gets that soft feeling again.

And it’s so fucking embarrassing to cry in front of Zoro so he doesn’t. 

Or at least Zoro doesn’t comment on it. 

And Zoro insists that Sanji takes it. He grabs a few others and throws them into Sanji’s arms and he’s somehow managed to pick out the most hideous ones that Sanji can imagine, but he’s overwhelmed and touched. 

And maybe he starts small, back on the ship, but Zoro acts as a guard dog against the idea of anyone saying anything. Only has to actually snap at someone once (it’s Brook. Come on, man.) about how it’s not a perv thing get your eyes fixed (yohoho I don’t have eyes!) and Sanji takes a bit to recover from that but he does. Eventually. 

And dresses aren’t an all the time thing they’re impractical and sometimes just not what his brain wants.

But maybe an extra bit of lace on his suits is good sometimes. Or a bodice under his collared shirt, just for the shape it gives him. 

Or, on very rare occasions (when most of the crew is off exploring for the day) a miniskirt. 

Maybe some days it’s nothing.

It’s fine. It’s all fine. It just gives him that soft feeling inside, that settled, good feeling. 

It’s just, you know, a quiet happy ending.

(Also yeah he and Zoro start hooking up and then get together and all of that is messy as HELL and full of fights and crying and two day breakups and getting back together but that’s a different thing. Totally unrelated).

[mamirhodessxox]

Can you do dating Cody Rhodes headcanon pls?

Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader Headcanons

MDNI

Contents: Mentions of smut, Fluff, Alcohol, hints of violence (wwe), mentions of age gaps (LEGAL age gap, Reader is in her mid 20’s) oral sex & a size kink,

🏷️ list: @alyyaanna @ginswife @coolpastelartshoe @greatkoalawizard @cokolin044 @kotoriarlert @alicerosejensen @bunnybot55 @agent-dessis-posts @adollonyourshelf @mini-rhodes @southerngirl41 @harmshake @femdisa @kabloswrld @claymoresofinfamy23

Fluff

Codys love language is definitely acts of service & gift giving so whether you ask for it or not he’s always giving you gifts. Like a ridiculous amount. He can’t help it!! He’ll be at the store on his way home & sees something that reminds him of you so he gets it <3

The man is absolutely addicted to spending time with you, he doesn’t matter what you are doing he always wriggles himself into the current activity so he could be included, whether it’s cleaning, cooking, watching a show, he does not care

Cody is a Christmas lover, it’s all he thinks about, the minute November hits you’ll see him pulling decorations out of the garage & start setting up for the holidays.

He absolutely loves physical touch, if he’s cooking in the kitchen he 100% expects for you to be sitting all pretty on-top of the counter so when he has the chance he could stand in-between your legs and pull you into the warmest hug ever, if you two are in bed he holds you next to him no matter what, in public he refuses to let go of your hand and if he ever has to he literally becomes the biggest whiner over it.

Cody often makes jokes about your guy’s age difference since you’re in your mid 20’s and he’s in his late 30’s so anytime you catch an attitude you always hear him yell out from across the room “Well back in MYYY day..-“

Usually after his matches or promos at WWE your always waiting in his dressing room & help disinfecting any possible cuts that are on his face or arms even if they’re tiny cuts germs can always get into them & you did not need him getting wound infections

Cody loves going to the dog park with you & Pharaoh, he loves watching you play ball with the white furred husky & have a good time while he follows behind you. Sometimes you two just sit there in silence watching pharaoh have fun while you guys just enjoy each other’s company.

NSFW

He’s so open to trying new things especially when he knows he’d like some of the things he’d be willing to try, for example, You two tried out cock warning 1 TIME‼️ and now almost everyday he somehow fits time for you too just sit on his cock & watch you whine and pout when he refuses to give you any sort of friction.

Cody is a missionary man, he can do other things than missionary of course but he likes the intimacy, being ontop of you & putting his entire body weight on you as he’s quite literally balls deep inside of you & gets to see the facial expressions on your face when you cum really gets him off, knowing he’s pleasuring you & seeing it happen with just the way your face contorts & your body is convulsing is all he needs to make him cum. “I know baby, I know, it feels good doesn’t it? go on sweet girl cum for me, I know you can.”

He loves talking you through an orgasm, when he’s literally fucking you to the point of crying he’ll hold you close to him mid-fuck and remind you how good you’re taking his cock. “Y’doing so good for me princess, taking my fucking cock like the good little girl you are.”

In Cody’s eyes you’re a goddess to him. At first you think he’s just messing around when he acts obsessed with your body but you then realize he is dead serious. He’s obsessed with everything attached to you, he doesn’t USUALLY have overly rough sex with you unless he’s really eager, greedy or upset but MOST of the time he takes his sweet time to even fuck you, his hands get explorative he often leaves hickeys ontop of your breasts & then starts to eat you out & leave hickeys on your thighs & inner thighs before he actually gets to the point

Cody’s aware of the hand kink you have for him, he takes it to his advantage by keeping you full of his fingers “Yeah? Oh I know baby everything just feels so good that your so overwhelmed but aren’t you happy? Your pretty pussy is being fingered so fucking good.” He would shove his fingers in your mouth sometimes or even choke you the more you wanted his hands getting involved.

The man loves getting his dick sucked let’s be serious, but he loves it even more when he notices you literally get off on giving him a blowjob, if you ever acted up beforehand he would use that against you just as you start begging for him to use your mouth. “I don’t know baby do you think you deserve my dick? You know I don’t like brats that talk back and you were being a little bit of a brat today weren’t you?”

xtripleiiix’s Masterlist

[jo-speaks]

SAY SO

KINKTOBER DAY 2: TREVOR ZEGRAS AND ORGASM CONTROL

IN WHICH...

Trevor has an intersting way of saying 'I missed you'.

WARNINGS: MDNI. 18+ READERS ONLY. oral sex (m! and f! receiving), degrading language, edging, fem! masturbation (kinda?), etc.

You didn’t realize a whole week away from your boyfriend would have you waiting by the door of your shared apartment like a dog waiting for its owner to return. Yet here you were.

Trevor had flown to the East coast to see some of his friends before hockey season officially started. He had invited you to come with, but you politely declined, claiming you wanted him to enjoy his time with his friends. Which was true, but you didn’t take into account how long a week would feel like away from someone you spend almost twenty-four hours with seven days a week.

The sound of keys jingling snapped you out of your thoughts, your whole body perking up as you waited for the door to open to reveal the man you had missed for so long. 

Trevor swung the door open dramatically, immediately kicking the door shut and heading towards you. You giggled as he wrapped his arms around you tightly, picking you up and heading for the couch. He set you down before finding solace on top of your body.

“Hey, you.” He said, pressing a loving kiss to your lips.

You smiled against his mouth, “Hi. How was the trip?” 

He groaned dramatically, “It was great, the guys and I had a really fun time. Sucked I had to be away from you though. Missed you like crazy and you didn’t even let me call you.”

“Because I wanted you to enjoy your time with your friends. I know you don’t get to see them often.” You defended.

You could feel his cheesy smile against your neck as those words came out of your mouth, “That’s true. But what’s better than time with my girl?”

“Probably time with your boys.” You snorted.

Trevor laughed softly, his mood slowly shifting. He peered up, catching your gaze before leaning in to place a kiss on your lips which you gladly reciprocated. 

What you thought was going to be a single, sweet kiss turned into Trevor deepening the kiss,  hands wandering upwards as his cold hand met your skin under your shirt. You shivered at the initial contact, quickly warming up as he brought it higher to lay on your breast. He pinched your stiff nipples in between his fingers, causing a soft moan to leave your mouth. 

“You really want to do this on the couch?” He mumbled against your lips. 

You pulled away from the kiss, your faces only a short distance away from one another. “I’ll do anything with you anywhere, anytime. Just fuck me. Please.”

His eyes widened at your words, the complete shift in your demeanour from earlier turning him on further. He peered his eyes behind you, the sun beginning to set. The dimming golden light adorned beautifully across your body, the desperate look on your face being illuminated. 

Trevor kissed you one last time before swinging his legs off the couch, getting on his knees in front of you. Pulling off your shorts and panties in one tug, Trevor wasted no time diving in to plant his mouth on your clit, a pornographic moan escaping your body. 

Now it was your turn to admire your boyfriend. The sight in front of you was enough to make you cum on the spot. The sunlight was shining on his face as he sucked on your sensitive nub, his curls looking not as dark due to the exposure. 

“Shit- Trev. Gonna cum.” You whined, shifting your hand to tug on his hair. 

He shook his head, letting out a soft laugh, the movement and vibrations causing you to cry out. “Already? Let me enjoy you, sweetheart.” 

You whimpered longingly, pushing his head impossibly closer to your core. You were desperate for a release, but you were you to deny your boyfriend after he hadn’t seen you for so long? 

“Trev, please. M’ not gonna last if you-” He cut off your sentence as he brought a hand down from around your thigh, pushing two fingers into your core. You moaned, tugging on his curls which resulted in him groaning against you. 

You could feel your control slip away, teetering on the edge of your orgasm, Trevor knew this, he knew your body that anyone, maybe even yourself. But instead of letting you come all over his face which was the one thing he truly wanted, he decided to have a little fun.

He pulled his fingers out of you, as well as his tongue, effectively halting all of his movements. Your eyes snapped open at the loss of his tongue, gaze trailing down to catch his eyes. Tears pooled at the corners of your eyes, your peak being so close and him just taking it all away from you causing you to tug on his hair rather harshly, but not enough to actually hurt.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You asked, a taunting smile resting on your boyfriend’s flushed face. 

He kissed your inner thigh, a half-assed apology for denying you a release. “Nothing. Just wanna enjoy my girl for as long as possible.” He rubbed your thigh soothingly, “Give me two more, yeah?”

Your mouth dropped open slightly. He wanted you to deny you two more times? Was he insane? Trevor laughed at your reaction, getting off his knees to stand up in front of you. He  pulled the clothing off his lower half, leaning forward to thread his fingers in your hair. “Help me out, will you?” 

It was almost embarrassing how quickly you obliged, taking his length in your mouth before he could get another word out. Trevor groaned at the feeling he had been denied for the past few days. 

“So good, baby. So fucking good for me.” He whispered, mimicking your previous actions and tugging on your hair.

His voice trailed off in the distance as you could only focus on the feeling of him in your mouth and the distractingly wet feeling in between your legs. Before you could stop yourself, your hand dropped to find your clit, tracing circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves. You could still feel your prevented orgasm lingering, so it didn’t take long for you to get yourself right back to where you wanted. 

Trevor had yet to notice, your tongue doing wonders around his cock. So, you used the distraction to your advantage, speeding up your fingers. 

Unfortunately for you, you could help but let a sound slip from your throat, catching Trevor’s attention. He looked down at you, letting out a scoff. 

He didn’t say anything, opting to tug your hand away from your core and holding it tightly in his. You whined and looked up at him, eyes pleading. “Nuh uh, don’t give me that look. I really shouldn’t let you come at all after that, you know.”

Your eyes widened at the thought, Trevor’s hips beginning to stutter. His sloppy movements indicated he was right on the edge, and before you could think of the consequences, you pulled his hand from your hair, taking your mouth off of him with a pop. 

You hadn’t even processed what you had done until Trevor let out a huff and lifted your hips off the couch, thrusting into you before you could even blink once. You cried out, hands desperately searching for something to hold onto. 

The position was awkward, but if anything it made it feel so much better. The angle allowed Trevor to hit that sweet spot that made those tears that had been building up finally spill.

He groaned, “You think you’re fucking funny? I was so close to cumming in that pretty mouth, but no. You thought it was a good idea to do that shit.”

“You did it to me.” You stuttered out, trying to focus on the feeling of his hips snapping in and out of you like he was a man gone insane. 

Trevor scoffed again, “Damn right I did.” 

His words didn’t mean much to you as you became too focused on the pleasure he was giving you. You could feel your orgasm creeping up yet again, the knot in your stomach being almost impossible to keep together. 

“Fuck, Trev! Please let me come, please.” You begged, not caring how pathetic you sounded beneath him.

Trevor showed no signs of stopping, so you thought he must finally be having mercy on you. However, you shouldn’t have underestimated your boyfriend.

He pulled out, pumping his cock a few times before he spilt all over your stomach, thick, white ropes painting your skin. He set you down, your legs trembling as you sobbed over his panting breaths. 

“Trevor..” You cried, trying to get him close to you yet again.

“No.” Was all he said before taking a seat next to you as he composed himself. “You’re gonna wait right there until I’m ready to go again. And don’t you dare try to touch yourself again because if you do, you aren’t coming at all tonight. You understand?”

You hesitated, debating your options before coming to the most obvious conclusion.

“Yes sir.”

[artificialbreezy]

AN: this has been in my head for days, weeks, months even. then @as-above-so-below1000 brought it up and i said fuck it i’m posting this.

CW: somno (i swear both parties consented before never fear) husband matt gets his own warning, dirty talk (Matt the yapologist), some pet names. the usual breezy shit

Taglist - @thefallennightmare @xxkittenkissesxx @as-above-so-below1000 @abiomens @alloraiona @itsafullmoon @english-fucker @shilohrosechicken

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WC - 929

NSFW under the cut ◡̈

You always told Matty, once there were those 2 rings sitting on your finger you didn’t care what he did. The first month of marriage was sweet, soft, loving. enjoying each other's company as much as possible before he had to leave again. you never minded, this was his job and you loved him anyway. 3 days was all this time, not bad at all. 

When he texted you that his flight got delayed and he’d be home around 3am, you were determined to stay awake. Kiss your husband, tell him how much you missed him and listen to him ramble about the shows. But when you put on Totoro at 2, you accepted fate and fell asleep on the couch. You’d definitely hear him come in. 

Matt was met with no dogs and no little wife when he walked into the house. Just the subtle sounds of the totoro credits. 

Setting his bag down, and kicking his shoes off he worked his way towards the living room. He smiled to himself when he saw his wife on the couch, half on the throw pillow, his old bloodline shirt and some knee high socks. 

She looks so soft, he thought to himself while he bent down to rest his hand on the soft of your bare thigh. 

Moving his hand slowly towards the inner part of her thigh, watching her body automatically adjust to his touch. The soft hum that came out of her mouth was all he needed. 

“Hi, pretty. Missed you so much,” his hand moved slowly to the inside of your thigh. Soft circles, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. His hand moving up and stopping right at your clothed core. “Gonna show you how much I missed you, bet she’s crying for me. Can't just leave her needy.” 

His hands ran across the lace on the band of your panties, debating with himself if he should keep them on you or ruin them. Moving down, he stopped before he could pull them away. Pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh, “love you, so much.” He saw your eyes flutter open, “Matty?” smiling up at you he spoke - “Hi baby, go back to sleep. Just loving on you a little.” Your eyes closed with a soft hum, signaling he could continue. 

He presses his nose against your core and inhales, “fuck - this is what heaven is huh?” His tongue licks a stripe upwards, pressing a kiss to your clit. Groaning against you as you grind against him. He watches your sleep ridden state tremble against his mouth. He pulls back a little, and runs his finger through your folds before slowly pushing his finger into your crying hole. “Jesus baby, don't think you even needed to be stretched out first,” he spoke while he started to curve his finger upwards. 

His eyes were trained on your cunt swallowing his finger, nothing was more attractive to him than you sucking him in anytime he wanted to feel you. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard the soft whimper fall from your mouth. “Mmmm, Matty-” as your hips started moving against his hand. 

“What baby?” His tone was loving, soft. He looked up to see your eyes heavy, cheeks flushed. You've never been more pretty, than right now. “You need more?” Nodding your head, “please, ” your eyes starting to close again. His hand came up to rest on your cheek, tapping gently “cmon, open your eyes pretty. Wanna see ‘em when I sink into you. Can go back to bed after that.” 

He pulled his shorts down just enough so his cock was freed, he brought his hand closer to his mouth and spit. Wrapping his hand around his cock, he stroked himself once before lining himself with your entrance. “Matty-” he cut you off by pushing just the tip in. “There you go, c'mon honey, relax for me. Gotta let me in.” He watched you take a breath, as he sank further in. 

“Look at you, sucking me right in now. She missed me huh? God, you're such a mess.” He groaned as he ruts his cock against you. He pulls his hips out, before driving in again. “Fuck, squeezin’ me so good. Look at that, you just open up for me huh?”

You nod, drool starting to form at the corners of your mouth. 

He moves forward, pressing his lips against yours. There’s no fight, he’s taking full control. He bucks his hips a little harder than usual, just enough that you gasp into his kiss. Giving him full access to explore the inside of your mouth. 

He bites down on your lips, “missed you so much honey, so fucking much. Never leaving you again, you’re coming with me from now on.” 

His hands falls in between you two, starts rubbing soft circles on your sensitive bud. 

“You can cum, don’t gotta ask. Wanna feel it baby. Need to feel it, yeah? Please honey, i’m so close.” 

There’s no words that fall from your mouth, just frantic nodding and a whine. 

“Fuck, you’re close huh? Cmon, give it to me. I’m right here. Be my good little wife,” you cut him off with your lips against his. Grinding harder against him. With a groan, he stills his movements. Coating your walls with him. 

“Missed you so fucking much, honey bee. Gonna clean you up, go back to sleep. I’m right here.” He presses a soft kiss to your head and that was all you needed before sleep took over again.

[notsoattractivearenti]

Future (Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader)

WC: 1.2K

Warnings: none

A/N: tried to rewrite the lost bday fic for christian but i couldn't, instead i wrote different fic! another short fic cuz i haven't been able to write a long one. hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍

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You came to visit Christian in Milan with his family: Christian’s parents, Mark and Kelley, his sister, Devyn and his niece, Avery. They were there for 4 days while you stayed for another 10 days – you were able to take some time off of work, and it had been 6 months since the last time you saw your boyfriend in person. You got to spent your early days in Milan together with his family especially when Christian was training during the day. 1-year-old Avery loved to be around you and Christian – most of the times she would ask for you to carry her and play with her. At the beginning of your relationship, you and Christian had a talk about how you envision your future, together or separately, and it was completely clear that you both want a marriage and kids. Even so, you don’t want to rush into anything yet because you know how hard it is to raise kids, no matter how cute or sweet they are as babies. Right now, you’re still enjoying being the “fun aunt” and a “dog mom” to your and Christian’s newly-adopted puppies, Bubba and Coco, and you have no intention of having a baby anytime soon.

But Christian, he couldn’t stop thinking about how great it would be to have a little human with you right now. He basically was surrounded by adults with little kids and it made him think maybe it was time for both of you to consider adding the newest member to your family – yes, even though you weren’t married yet, you already considered both you and him as a little family, and your puppies are also a part of it. When he saw how close you were with Avery, it was so moving and adorable his heart couldn’t handle it. His mind was basically occupied with the possibility of growing your family, but he wasn’t sure if you were on the same page. 

When it was time for Christian’s family to go back home, he and you drove them to the airport. Since the day before, Avery didn’t seem excited to go home. She was completely attached to you, not wanting to let you go – at night she wouldn’t stop crying unless you put her to sleep. And shortly before they boarded the plane, Avery cried and pulled your shirt – she was likely trying to get you on the plane with her – and it broke yours and Christian’s hearts. But you promised her you would see her right when you’re back from Milan, and she calmed down for a bit. And at that moment, Christian realized he had to tell you what he had been thinking about this whole time. Still unsure where you would stand about the whole baby thing, but he thought it was better if he was being open with you, although he was a lot nervous about how you were going to react.

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As a part of your nighttime routine, you always read a book – at least a chapter – before going to sleep. That night, you were sitting quietly on the bed, already in your pajamas with your bottom half wrapped under the blanket and just started reading a chapter when Christian came in and sat on his side of the bed. He genuinely loves this unique routine of yours – he finds it really adorable. Christian rested his chin on top of your shoulder.

“Y/N, I’ve been thinking for a while about expanding our family…” he spoke softly into your ear, “I think I’m ready for a baby.”

Your eyes suddenly widened and the clock stopped ticking for a moment. You were so caught off guard by what you just heard – you had to make sure he really said what you thought he said.

“Sorry, what was that?” You asked in shock.

“I want a baby. Our baby.” He affirmed.

“Oh, uh…” He really got you startled.

“Christian, I… I just… Uh…”

“Sweetheart that’s okay, we don’t have to try for one so soon. We can wait until you're ready. I’m just saying what I needed to say.” He assured you.

You closed your book and put it on the table next to your bed. You couldn’t continue reading as you were no longer able to concentrate on the book. 

“Sorry, Chris, it’s just so sudden… Geez, what’s gotten into you?” You nervously laughed.

“I don’t know, seeing you being all affectionate with Avery makes it feel right. I know we have our fur babies but I just can’t stop thinking about having our little human baby… But again, only when you’re ready.” He emphasized.

“Okay, listen. You know me, Chris, I also want to have children with you. But there’s just a lot to think about, such as where are we going to raise them, or how do we fit our work schedules around them, or how much childcare will cost if we’re going to need it, or most importantly, are we mentally and emotionally prepared to be parents?” You expressed your thoughts to him.

“Kids are going to need stability and as for right now, I’m still going back and forth between USA and Italy to be with you. You spend most of your year here in Italy while I spend mine in the States. I’m okay with that, but for a child, it could be a lot.” You continued.

“Y/N, sweetheart… Those are some really good points. Yes, a lot to consider, and that’s why I keep saying ‘when you’re ready’. You’re the only person I want to be the mother of my children, and I will wait no matter how long it takes.”

He always knows what to say, that smooth talker. Your heart felt so full and warm and at the moment, the biggest grin appeared on your face.

“Awww, how lucky am I to be with the sweetest man alive!” You booped his nose.

“Okay, genuine question. How many kids do you want, Chris?”

“Up to you. You’re the one who will go through the pregnancy and give birth. So I want children as much as you want, and when it happens, I will be by your side all the time.” He answered softly while looking deeply into your eyes and held both of your hands.

“You know, maybe we can just… Plan things out before actively trying for a baby? But be prepared, we’re going to have a lot of long conversations.” You suggested.

He agreed. “Sounds great. Looking forward to planning our life with you, my love.”

“Oh and um, I don’t see any rings on my finger,” you jokily pointed at your ring finger, “maybe give me one first?"

“Oh trust me, you won’t see it coming!” He chuckled then kissed you on your cheek.

“You know, Y/N,” he adds, “you’re going to be a wonderful mom. Our kids would be so lucky to have you.”

“Chris, stop making me blush!” You covered your face which was already turning red.

“And you’re going to be the best dad, I can tell. I’m excited to see the day you become one.” You said as you kissed his shoulder.

He smiled at you. “Yeah, so am I.”

“By the way, I know we’re not making babies anytime soon but… Are you interested in making love instead?” He teasingly asked.

“Christian Mate Pulisic!” You playfully gasped. “Yes, yes, I’m very much interested. Now take off your clothes!”

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[erikahenningsen]

🎲🎲🎲 26 for rejanis ?

26. A kiss while one or both parties are crying

Janis always assumed that being with Regina would be big—big drama, big highs and big lows, big romantic gestures and big fights. And it is like that, sometimes.

But as they get older, Janis finds she loves the little things. The mundane things. Even the things that slightly (or greatly) irritate her. The things that only come with spending time, day in and day out, with Regina.

The nice—and occasionally obscenely expensive—things that Regina might buy for her are appreciated, but what Janis really loves is how Regina knows not only her coffee order, but exactly at what point in her workday she needs one delivered right to her desk.

Janis loves that Regina will send her photos of dogs she sees on the street, even though Regina doesn't really like dogs—but Janis loves them.

Janis loves that Regina will always pour her drinks into this silly souvenir cup she got at a fair the summer before they started college, even though it doesn't match any of their other cups.

And in turn, Janis pairs all of their socks before putting them away when she does laundry, even though she doesn't take issue with putting on the first two socks she pulls out of the drawer, regardless of whether they match. Janis makes sure that anytime she orders a burger or sandwich for Regina that there are no pickles on it, because even if she pulls them off Regina claims she can still taste them. And Janis doesn't mess with the organization of the hall closet, even though she still sometimes burns with the desire to purposely annoy Regina.

It's on one of those mundane Thursday evenings that Janis looks over at Regina curled up on the other end of the couch and blurts, "I love you."

Regina, who had been sitting still, eyes on the television, somehow manages to freeze. She doesn't look at Janis, and a long moment passes before she wordlessly stands up and walks out of the room.

For a minute, Janis just sits there, dumbfounded. Maybe Regina went to get something? Some kind of gift she's been saving for this moment? Or maybe she is so disgusted by Janis's declaration that she had to go throw up. The longer Janis sits here with no sign of Regina's return, the more ridiculous the scenarios she's running through become.

When it becomes clear that Regina isn't coming back, Janis starts to get irritated. Really irritated. Because what the fuck kind of reaction is this?

Janis stands and heads down the hallway, finding their bedroom door slightly ajar. She pokes her head in and sees Regina sitting on their bed, staring at her hands.

"Hey, uh," Janis says, "what the fuck?"

Regina finally looks at her then, and Janis is startled to realize Regina, who almost never cries, is crying.

"Oh, Gi," Janis says, moving to sit next to Regina. "Is it really so terrible that I said I love you?"

Regina hastily wipes at her eyes, as if she has just realizes that she's crying. "Sorry," she says quietly.

"Look, you don't have to say it back right now, although eventually would be nice." Janis takes one of Regina's hands in hers.

"No, I—" Regina pauses, seeming to gather her words. "Janis, I spent so many years thinking that this would never happen—that we would never be together, let alone that you would... love me. I just needed a minute."

Regina turns to her with such an honest look on her face that it takes Janis's breath away. She squeezes Regina's hand.

"Well, believe it," Janis says, reaching one hand up to cup Regina's cheek, brushing away the tears with her thumb. "Because I am here, and I love you."

That seems to make Regina's tears come faster, but Janis thinks that a good thing. Maybe. Unable to resist, she leans forward and kisses Regina. It's soft and tender, a tangible representation of her words. Regina melts—there's really no other way to describe it—leaning into Janis and making a small, soft sound that makes Janis's skin start tingling.

Regina pulls back slightly, close enough that Janis can feel their lips brush when she whispers, "I love you, too."

It makes Janis break into a wide, goofy grin. Regina rolls her eyes a little, but there's a smile tugging at her lips, too.

"Are you mad that I said it first?" Janis asks, unable to resist goading Regina. "You can be honest with me."

Regina reaches behind her to grab a pillow and whack Janis with it.

[galactic-ambitions-jester]

Talks in Twilight

Toxic Chaintober 2024 Day 25-29: Dog, Monkey, Pheasant, Revival, and Twilight

(Video starts up)

Hey, hey, hey everyone! Tis’ I Marx! @kirbyoctournament voters, listen up, cuz I’m going to tell you who to vote in the finals in both the Second Chance and the Mainline tournament! Doku’s joinin’ me here on the spot! - Marx

(Camera switches focus to another direction, this time showing Dokutaro)

Reasons on why you should vote Valfrey: she’s filled with swag, she’s a cool girl and they will not hesitate to put Uther in his place in hell. And they’re my friend, so if you vote for them, I’ll give you a special mochi, not poisonous mind you. - Dokutaro

(Offscreen, Uther can be heard yelling and Marx comments on the last statement from Doku with the camera going back to him)

Oh wow… a threat… anywho, wowee, the twilight’s amazing eh? Speaking of twilight, which is the transition between the day and the night, vote for Noir Fontaine, a sad and traumatized boy. Reason? He has my full respect. Plus, I am looking forward to the Director’s Cut of his world. This one’s to you Cosmo, this kid better get to college, I swear to Titan! It would also help him and his confidence if he wins! I know right? Holy Ti- issat the Loyal 3?! - Marx

(Camera moves to see the Loyal 3, Okidogi, Munkidori and Fezandipiti, all revived and alive)

Sup, Boss? - Okidogi

Hey, Boss. - Munkidori

You better haven’t forgotten us. - Fezandipiti

(Camera moves to Dokutaro, who had opened his shell, crying)

… you’re.. you’re aliveandIdon’t.. I’m sorry - Dokutaro

(All three move to the camera’s view to comfort Dokutaro, then they see that Doku was filming something with Marx, and notices the next line that he was supposed to say, and Okidogi picks it up then looks at the camera saying the line and adding something of his own)

You better live up to Noir’s threat and send these kids to college or I’ll bash your skulls! Buy those signs and get Noir to win! - Okidogi

Well, this stream isn’t stopping anytime soon folks! Speaking of revivals and death, vote Valfrey, and get Uther down to hell! - Marx

Any Uther is wicked, as that is how the tales go - Munkidori

(The camera moves to Fezandipiti, who is seen on Cosmo’s stand, luring people to him [Cosmo], and even bought a sign that said “Vote For Noir!” with a drawing of the boy)

Buy now everyone! Not only will this help Noir’s votes to rise but also assist him and his siblings in going to college~~! For only 20 star coins each! - Fezandipiti

Our surprise guests have shown why you should vote Noir and Valfrey! So see you all soon! - Marx

(Video ends)

//credits under the cut

Ocs featured or mentioned

@gethoce - Valfrey

@quanblovk - Uther (only briefly mentioned) drag him to hell!

@poppybros-jr - Cosmo and gang

@desultory-novice - Noir Fontaine

//Okidogi, Munkidori, and Fezandipiti are available for asks!

Prompts by @tealmaskmybeloved

//An unexpected thing happened while writing this and bam! Days 25-29 finished in here! Originally it was just the usual Marx and Dokutaro banter on who to vote for, but then it turned into a stream and eventually ended up with this final video like fic. Vote for Valfrey and Noir guys!~

[milesdickpic]

His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader P.78

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Hi, babes! We are back with anotha one! I can't thank you all enough for the unconditional love and support. Thank you for everyone that has returned to read my story! Thank you to the new readers who have taken interest in it! I love you all so much! ❤️ Happy reading and enjoy! 💕

A/n: This one is gonna do a doozy on some of you, besties. There is a lot going on here, BUT there is also a surprise coming 😈 Bradley is going through a million different emotions from the accident, how will this pan out? 🫣

Word Count: 5.5k (FINALLY A LONG ONE YOU ALL DESERVE)

Warnings: crying, cursing, description of injuries, signs of PTSD, PTSD behaviors, mentions of death, anxiousness, depression, sadness, self-doubt, but more love and excitement ❤️

Please don't take my work, I will find you. 

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Over the next week, some of the days and nights, not all of them, it was rough. It seemed like anytime Bradley had fallen asleep or taken a nap he would succumbed to his dreams. He would wake up in a panic or wake up yelling. After his nightmares he would feel so defeated, he would cry and apologize to you endlessly. You felt horrible that your husband was going through it. You just wanted to take away his pain. All you could do was reassure him he was okay and it would get better. It was normal for this to be happening, he went through something traumatic. You’d be worried if he didn’t act this way. You continued to comfort and care for him day in and day out. You would do anything for him. He was everything to you. 

You were in the kitchen making snacks for everyone. Leia and Mav were outside playing in the backyard with Gunner. Phoenix and Hangman were gone at work. Austin was on the couch with Bradley playing video games. Bradley really started to confide in Austin about his troubles. He said it was easier to talk to someone that didn’t know anything about the military. It was easier to talk about everything instead of having to feel he had to hide some parts of it. Austin was happy to be someone that Bradley could confide in and help. 

You brought over a tray of snacks. “Bradley the doctor will be over today to see you.” You kissed his head. “I think he’ll be proud of you that you are able to get around on your own and do more.” You smiled and sat on the couch as you rubbed your belly.

“Austin do you think, you could go and get Leia and Mav for snack time? I want to talk to y/n for a little bit.”

Austin patted Bradley’s thigh and nodded. “Of course.” 

Bradley gestured for you to come and sit with him. He threw his arm over your shoulder. “Sweetheart. I want to apologize for everything.”

You furrowed your brows at Bradley. “Please Bradley. Don’t start, baby.” You placed your hand on his cheek.

He shook his head. “No. You’re having to deal with my issues, my pain, you’re having to care for me, for everyone…” He sighed and shook his head. “I’m supposed to be taking care of you. Not the other way around.” He looked at you sadly. 

You kissed his lips gently. “Bradley Nicolas Bradshaw, you stop that right now.”

“But sweetheart.”

You shook your head and held his face firm in your hands, “You are my husband. I vowed to always take care of you. Even if I didn’t vow I would do it in a heartbeat. You mean the world to me, Brad. Please don’t apologize. You’re going through a rough time, and I want you to know… no matter what I will be here by your side. No matter how hard. I love you so much, please don’t apologize.” You pushed the hair from his face and smiled. “It’s you and me forever, Brad.”

He laid into your palm. “What did I do to deserve you?”

You giggled, “Simple.” You kissed his nose. “You were you.” You smiled. He looked at you with his puppy dog eyes and kissed you.

“I love you, sweetheart. Thank you for loving me, always.”

———

Later on that day, the doctor came by to check on Bradley. They were surprised with the progress he was making on his own. They wanted to start him on slow and small physical therapy with his arm. He was to start moving it little by little everyday so it wouldn’t be so stiff when it came time to remove his stitches and staples. 

“Daddy, for therapy can we play the piano together?” Leia laid on his shoulder and smiled up at him.

“You know, that would be a great idea. It’ll help with little movement in your arm.” The doctor smiled at Bradley and Leia.

Bradley nodded at Leia and kissed her head, “You are so smart my girl.” 

———-

Over the next week Bradley was doing more things around the house for himself. He was able to shower and change into his own clothes. He was progressing very well. He was really pushing himself to get better. Even though you told him you loved caring for him, he still felt bad that you were. He started to play the electric piano Bob got for Leia for Christmas, with Leia multiple times a day. He taught her about each note and how to read music sheets. She was so smart she was picking it up quickly.

Bradley’s POV 

“Daddy, can you teach me how to play Great Balls of Fire? I’m already an expert with twinkle twinkle. I think I need more of a challenge.” She raised her brows at me.

I chuckled, “Of course, I can baby. Maybe you’ll learn it quicker than your mommy.” I winked at her and you scoffed from the kitchen. “Okay, baby. Help daddy take his sling off, I’m going to need both hands for this.” She nodded and started to carefully take off my arm sling. 

“Is this okay, daddy? Does it hurt? Do you need medicine?” Leia rubbed my arm gently as the sling came off. 

I kissed her head, “I’m okay, sweetheart. Thank you.” I smiled and sat her in my lap. “You ready for this?” She nodded. “Okay we are gonna do the easy version until you get it, okay?” I kissed her cheek.

“No, daddy. I want the hard version. I can do it!” She bounced in my lap.

“Oh my goodness, Leia Rey!” I laughed, “Okay. We can try the hard version.” I grabbed her hand and placed each of her fingers on the keys. “Okay so you’re gonna have to spread your fingers out wide.” She placed her hands on the keys, “Okay, and you’re going to push this one.” I pushed her fingers down into the keys, “Then this.” I showed her the next ones. “This, and then these.” She nodded. “Okay. Show me baby. In that same order.”

She played the ones I showed her. “And then I’ll play these parts.” I started to play with my bad arm trying to get some movement. “So you’ll play at that pace as I play these okay? We will practice those for a while and go from there. Sound good?” 

She nodded and looked back to me. “Can you play the song first, daddy? So we can sing it again?” 

I nodded and kissed her head. “Of course baby. I’m gonna be a little rusty, Daddy is still trying to get strong okay?” 

“You got it, daddy. Don’t think. Just do.” She giggled. 

I stretched out my arm slowly. We went over to the dinner table and placed the piano on it. I played a couple of keys to get familiar with the feelings. “Okay here we go, honey. Momma, sing along too if you wanna.” I chuckled and began to play. 

-plays Great Balls of Fire-

I played slow at first trying to get a feel for it. It wasn’t bad so I picked up. 

“Too much love drives a man insane!” I shook my head as I sang and Leia jumped around. You sang from the kitchen as you were cleaning. 

“You broke my will, but what a thrill.” 

Leia jumped up onto the table. “GOODNESS GRACIOUS, GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!” She threw her hands up in the air as she yelled it. 

I continued to play. The pain from the movement in my arm started to subside and it felt really good to get some proper circulation to it. I bobbed my head and continued to sing and play as you and Leia danced around and sang with me. 

“Kiss me baby!” Leia came over and kissed my cheek, “Oooooh, that feels good baby.” You and Leia both held onto me. “Hold me baby!” I started to chuckle. “I wanna love you like a lover should.” I winked at you, “YOU’RE FINE!” And I winked at Leia, “YOU’RE SO KIND!” 

Mav came into the front door smiling, I stopped playing for a second and waved over to him. He just came back from walking Gunner. 

“Papa Mav! Come and join us! We are singing while daddy does therapy!” She ran over to Mav and started to pull him though the house. He started to chuckle.

“Slow down, sweetheart!” He looked at me and smiled, “What are we singing?” 

I smirked, “A classic.” 

He nodded, “Let’s hear it.” 

“START IT FROM THE TOP, DADDY!” Leia pumped her fist in the air. I started to laugh. 

I restarted the song. I looked at Mav as I started up. He smiled big and shook his head. The girls started to sing as I played. “Oh come on, Mav don’t be shy now!” 

He nodded his head and chuckled. He started to sing with all of us. He picked up Leia and sat her on the table. He poked at her stomach as we sang, “You broke my will, but what a thrill. Goodness gracious great balls of fire!” 

He picked her up and held her against his hip as they danced around and sang. “I’ve changed my mind, this love is kind, GOODNESS GRACIOUS GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!” 

He spun around with Leia in the kitchen as she giggled and held onto him tightly. “Papa you’re going so fast!” She was squealing and he was still singing to her. 

You placed your hands on my shoulders and danced behind me as I yelled the song at the top of my lungs. I started to dance in the seat and you started to laugh and kiss my head over and over again. 

I looked up at you and sang, “I’ma tell the world that you’re mine, mine, mine, mine!” You kissed my lips. 

I looked over at Mav and Leia. He was jumping around with her in his arms. 

“GOODNESS GRACIOUS, GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!” 

Mav threw Leia up into the air, “YEE HAAW!” And caught her giving her a bunch of kisses before letting her down. 

“Papa that was fun! Can we do it again?” Leia clung onto Mav’s neck.

He started to laugh, “I would love to, sweetheart. But let’s get your daddy his medicine first.” He kissed her cheek and let her down. 

He came over to me with my medication for the day and some water. He rubbed my shoulder lightly as he checked the healing. “You’re looking so good, Rooster. It’s healing well.”

I took my medication and chuckled. “Thanks, Mav. I can’t wait to start working out again. I am so squishy.” I squished my stomach in my hands and raised my brows. 

“I love your scruff and your dad bod thats coming in. I think it’s really hot.” You kissed me on my cheek. 

Mav covered Leia’s ears, “All right, not around the Jedi.” He started to laugh. 

———-

Your POV

Over the next couple of weeks, Bradley really progressed. It was time for him to go to the doctor and get his stitches and staples removed. He sat there patiently. He was excited to finally get them out. 

“Babe, I am so excited to get these freaking things out. I’ll finally be able to do more, start physical therapy. WORK OUT!” He sighed and smiled. “Finally!”

Mav came into the room with the doctor. They were laughing as they entered.

“Lieutenant Commander.” They came and shook my hand. “Are you ready to get these all removed?” 

He nodded and his eyes went wide. “So fucking ready.” You shot Bradley a shocked look. “I apologize. I’m just really excited.” 

The doctor laughed and started to check Bradley’s body’s progress to see how he was healing. They said he was on track with healing, if not already super ahead where he was supposed to be. They had him strip his shirt and they started to check his shoulder. 

They started to remove his staples from his shoulder. Bradley was super excited as they started to pull them. “I can’t even feel them, I’m so excited.” He smiled big at you and rubbed his hands together. The doctor held him still and chuckled. He was bouncing in excitement like a kid in a candy store. “Sorry. I’ll say still.”

As Bradley got his staples removed, Mav put his arm around you and leaned into you. “Sweetheart, do you think we could talk for a moment?” He gave you a sweet smile and nodded over to the door. 

“Yes, of course.” Bradley looked at both of you and you pointed to the door, “We’ll be right here, baby. We will be back.” He nodded to you and Mav.

Mav closed the door behind you and him, “Sweetheart. I’ll have to be going back to San Diego later on tonight.” You nodded and he rubbed your arm. “I am so sorry, I intended to stay longer, but I can’t take another leave.”

You smiled and gave him a hug, “Mav. Please don’t apologize. I am thankful you even took some time to come out here and help.” You hugged him tight.

He placed a kiss on your head and rubbed your back, “I really wish I could stay longer to help you and Rooster. I don’t want to leave you both and Leia.” He sighed against your hair, “Of course I came. I would do anything for you two. Anything you need, you just call me and I’ll make it work. I’ll find a way.” He hugged you tight.

“Thank you, Mav. For everything.” 

You and Mav entered the room and the doctor was finishing up removing the stitches and staples from Bradley’s clavicle. Bradley had a smile plastered on his face as the doctor let him know how many stitches he had left to be removed. When the doctor finally finished removing his stitches and staples, Bradley ran his hand over the area. 

“Wow, that feels really weird. I finally feel like I can stretch my arm up without splitting my cuts open.” He started to chuckle and he slowly raised his arm up. 

The doctor started to test his range of motion. They moved his arm up, down, side to side, gently and slowly as they made sure the healing didn’t constrict his range of motion. Bradley winced at some of the soreness he was experiencing with some of the movements. 

“Everything looks like it’s coming along, Lieutenant Commander. We are just going to do a couple of X-rays on your shoulder and chest to make sure everything else is doing well too. Then from there, we can schedule you to start more vigorous therapy to help you get stronger again.” They patted his back and gave him a smile.

Bradley looked over at you and smiled. “I can’t wait to fly again, sweetheart.”

The doctor quickly looked at Bradley when he mentioned flying. Bradley furrowed his brows at the doctor. “I will fly again, right?” His voice grew concerned. 

“Lieutenant…”

Bradley interrupted them, “What? You’re not going to tell me I can’t right?” He looked at Mav with hurt in his eyes, “Please tell them I’ll fly again. I want to fly again.” Mav stayed quiet and looked at the doctor. “Mav.” Bradley had so much hurt in his tone. He looked at you, “Sweetheart.”

“Bradley…”

He shook his head, “I won’t take no for an answer. I’m going to fly again.”

Mav came over to Bradley and rubbed his back, “Let’s just take it step by step, Rooster. There are steps we have to take to make sure you’re good to fly.” 

Bradley sighed and nodded, “All right.” He looked at the doctor. “So the X-ray now?” The doctor nodded and lead him to the X-ray room. You and Mav stayed behind.

Mav placed his head in his hands and you sat next to him placing your hand on his back, “Mav, will he fly again?”

He looked up at you and gave you a weak smile, “I hope so. He’s worked so hard to get here. He has to go about the board, they’re already doing investigations as to what happened. From my side, I see no foul play. This was purely out of his training instinct and trying to save his partner. It’s just the Navy is strict with pilot’s coming back from injuries. If they feel it is in his best interest he doesn’t fly due to his injuries…” He sighed and sat back in the chair.

“He’ll never fly again…” You said sadly and your heart hurt for Bradley. You knew how much he loved flying. How much he loved his job. How this was his way of feeling close to his dad. You knew he would be heart broken if he couldn’t continue to fly, especially this early in his career. 

Mav nodded. “I hope he recovers fully, has no issues. Because then without a doubt he will fly, but he has to prove himself to these doctors that he is capable and can do it.”

You laid your head on Mav, “Do you think he’ll make it through?” 

Mav laid on your head and nodded, “He’s just like his dad and his mom. He’s gonna do it. I know it.” He looked at you from the side of his eye. “Do you think he will?”

You nodded, “I know he will. He’s Bradley. He has that longing determination. When he wants something he doesn’t stop until he gets it. He’s like you, Mav.”

You felt Mav smile against your head. He chuckled, “He just does it properly, sweetheart.”

———-

Bradley came back from the x-ray room and sat on the examination chair. The doctor went to go and get his x-rays to go over them with the three of you. Bradley sat in silence, slightly anxious for what his results were going to look like. You went over and kissed his cheek, “It’s going to be okay, baby. You’ve been doing so good. It’ll just take time, okay?”

He smiled and nodded at you, “Thank you, baby. You always know what to say.” He chuckled and kissed you back. 

The doctor came in and placed Bradley’s x-rays on the viewer. 

“Everything is look very well. You are healing fine. However, you will have to go through therapy to help stretch out that movement in your shoulder and clavicle. If it’s not treated properly, you can get stiffness in your neck. Limiting your mobility.”

Bradley nodded, “Let’s get this thing started then.” He smiled optimistically. 

———-

You, Mav, and Bradley arrived back to the house. Everyone was home at the time. Mav had sat everyone down and explained that he was going to leave later on that night back for San Diego. 

Everyone was sad that he would be leaving, but they all thanked him for his duration of stay. Bradley took it the hardest. He didn’t want Mav to leave. He felt that he really needed him for help. 

Bradley’s POV 

“Mav, do you think we could talk before you go?” I patted Mav’s back. 

Mav nodded, “Of course.” 

We went out into the backyard and sat on the lounging chairs. He leaned forward and patted my leg. “What’s on your mind, kiddo?”

I took a deep breath and looked up at him. “It’s the nightmares. Negative thoughts. The flashes of memories. What I remember and what I saw.” I pushed my lips together and became tense.

Mav patted my leg and squeezed my knee. “Hey. It’s going to be okay. Tell me about all of it, Bradley.”

I gulped and took a deep breath. “I keep having nightmares. It's a reoccurring one where I save Riot and I’m going down. Phoenix is screaming for me. I get it nearly every time I close my eyes.” 

Mav nodded and wiped his hand over his mouth. “Hey, It’s normal to be having these nightmares. Do they always end the same? Or are there different endings to them?” 

“They end the same.” I looked down and my breath was shaky. “I die.”

Mav pulled his chair closer to mine and pulled me in for a hug. “Bradley. I am so sorry you are having this nightmare. It’s just a nightmare and that is all it will ever be. Remember. You are here with all of us. You are doing absolutely amazing. Do not let it take over you. It isn’t your reality.” He rubbed my back and I laid on his shoulder. 

“Mav, I haven’t told anyone this. Especially not y/n.” My breath heightened. “But I think I was meant to die.” 

I could feel Mav tense against me and hold me tighter. He started to shake his head. “Bradley.”

I pulled back and started to shake my head. “No Mav. I’m serious.”

“Bradley.”

“Mav. I don’t think I was supposed to be here.” I started to panic.

“BRADLEY!” Mav’s voice was stern. Snapping me out of my episode. I looked at his tearful eyes. “Please. Bradley stop.” His voice was shaking with every word.

“Mav. They were there.” A tear fell onto my cheek. He was still holding my face in his hands. His face grew with confusion.

“Who was there?”

I gulped. “Mom and Dad.” 

Mav straightened out his back and looked at me with soft, but wide eyes. “Bradley…” He barely whispered my name. He grabbed my shoulders and gave me a little shake. “Hey.” I looked up at him with tears in my eyes.

I sniffled. “They were there, Mav.” I sighed. “I was going down so fast. The emergency chute wasn’t coming out after mine was shredded by the debris. When I hit the water, I felt so cold. I was fighting to get up, but it went black. I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper. It was so dark and cold. I was alone. There was no one, but me. I was in a dark place dragging my heavy soggy chute. My flight suit weighed me down. I was calling out for y/n. My babies.” I looked down and closed my eyes. It all started to play again. 

“Take your time, Bradley. It’s okay.” Mav rubbed my arm and placed his hand on my knee. “I’m here, kiddo. Talk about it.”

I nodded and sighed. I kept my eyes closed as I described it, it started to play again. Everything I saw. 

“I was walking alone. It was dark. I could hear the water swishing below my feet. I was lugging my chute, clenching the pictures I had of y/n and the kids. I started to cry because I was lost, scared, cold. Then there was a really bright light. It was so bright I couldn’t open my eyes to it. Then I felt warmth. I finally pried my eyes open and there they were. Holding me. Mom was sobbing and shaking her head as she held my face in her palms. I started to cry too. Dad was picking up my chute and helping me hold it as he held my mom and me.”

I started to cry. “Mom said I shouldn’t be here with them. But she was happy to see me. That she missed me so much, but it wasn’t supposed to be like this. Dad was crying. He held me tight and said I needed to fight. That it wasn’t my time, yet. I didn’t want to leave them. I wanted to stay. They walked with me through the beach they used to take me to all the time when I was a kid.”

Mav nodded. “I remember that beach. You got your first bad sunburn out there when you were 2.” He let out a little chuckle.

I wiped my nose and laughed, “Yeah. That one.” I cleared my throat and looked back up at Mav. “I showed them the pictures that I had. They told me I couldn’t leave them behind. That I needed to fight to be with them. I could hear y/n talking to me every day. Mom and Dad loved the way her voice sounded as it echoed through my lifeless body. Mom and Dad cried when I had to leave. But they promised me they are always with me. That they’ll always be with me.”

Mav pulled me in for a hug. “I love you, Bradley.” He held me tight in his embrace. “Your parents were right. It wasn’t your time. You still have to be here, for a long time. I thank god, that they sent you back. That you fought to be here. I couldn’t lose you. Y/n couldn’t lose you. The kids couldn’t lose you.”

I sighed and nodded into Mav’s shoulder. “I just feel so lost without them, Mav.”

Mav pulled back and placed his hand on my cheek. “You are a great husband, father, friend, PILOT. I know it's hard without them, but you have done so much. You paved your way.”

I looked down and gulped. “Are you proud of me, Mav?”

He sighed and chuckled. “Are you really asking me that?” I nodded. He playfully smacked his hand into my cheek a little harder and made me look up. “Bradley. I am so proud of you and all you’ve done with your life. You have exceeded anything and everything I wanted for you. I couldn’t be more proud of you than I am right now. But I know that's going to change because you’re going to do so much more with your life. I am so damn proud of you, Bradley. Don’t ever doubt that.” He smiled at me and patted my cheek. “How dare you ask me that.”

I started to laugh and he pulled me into him. “I thank god every day that your mom and dad brought you into my life.”

I smiled and hugged him back. “I thank god you became best friends with my dad. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

———-

Your POV

Bradley and Mav finally came back in from being out in the backyard. “Mav, I don’t want you to go. What am I going to do without you?” Bradley sighed as he looked at Mav.

Mav smiled and put his arm around Bradley’s shoulders. “I’m just a call away. If you need anything. You can call at anytime. I’ll always be here for you, kiddo. I’m not going anywhere. AND if it’s something urgent. I can be here within 5 hours.” He chuckled as he hugged Bradley. 

Leia laid on Austin’s arm and hugged him, “Does that mean you’re going home now too, Austie?” She looked up at him sadly. 

Austin ran his hand through Leia’s hair and kissed her forehead, he sighed. “Darlin, I don’t know how to tell you this.” He looked at her sadly, but then he looked at Phoenix with a smirk and she tried to hide her smile. 

Bradley rolled his eyes, “Oh god, what did you do?” 

Austin sighed and put his arm around Phoenix and Leia. “Well, I called my agency back in San Diego to check how my patient was doing while I was gone. They had informed me she had gotten a new care taker and I am officially on the market.” He looked at Bradley and smiled. “I asked if I could inquire in on a new patient and I gave them a suggestion of mine.”

Hangman started to laugh, “Oh fuck. You didn’t.”

Austin smiled and winked at Leia, “Oh, but I did.” He looked over at Bradley and smiled, “You, sir, are looking at your new caregiver for the next couple of months until you get back fully on your feet. IF, thats alright with you, Lieutenant Commander.”

Bradley started to laugh, “Holy shit.” He put his face into his hands, “Are you serious? They let you do that?”

Austin nodded, “Only if you want it.” 

Bradley was lost for words, “Yea. Holy shit. Yes. That’ll be great. Thank you so much, man. It’ll definitely be help to y/n as well. She won’t have to do so much for me.” Bradley got up and hugged Austin. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

Austin patted Bradley’s back gently, “Of course, Brad.”

———-

Later that night you were all saying your goodbyes to Mav as he was getting into Phantom’s Camaro to head to the airport. Leia ran after Mav and hugged him tight. “I’m going to miss you, Papa Mav.” She was looking down and frowning. 

Mav knelt down and picked up her chin, “My little Jedi.” Leia looked up at him sadly, “Don’t be sad, I’ll just be a phone call away. I need you to take care of dad, okay? Be a big strong girl. Make sure he takes his medicine and he does his exercises everyday?” He nodded at Leia. “Okay?” He gave her a warm smile and she nodded slowly, “Hey, Jedi. Look at me.” She looked up and gave him puppy dog eyes. He chuckled, “Your dad used to give me the same look.” He kissed her cheek, “I need you to be a big girl. You’re gonna be a big sister. I know you’ll be the best big sister ever.” He pinched her chin, “I’m just a phone call away, little Jedi. Don’t be sad. It’ll go by fast and I’ll see you soon. Okay?” 

She clung onto Mav and didn’t want to let go. “Can you tell Uncle Rob, Rue, Mickey, and ‘Yote that I miss and love them, Papa Mav?” 

He nodded and kissed her hair, “I will, sweetheart. I love you, Leia.”

She hugged him tighter, “I love you too, Papa Mav. Give Penny and Amelia hugs and kisses for me.” She pulled back and gave him a small smile. 

Mav cupped her face and smiled. “Of course.” He kissed her cheeks and waved bye to everyone. 

———- 

Bradley started to go to therapy at the training facility near the tarmac. He was so excited to be near the jets again. His view was the tarmac so he got to watch as everyone would take off and land. He would spend at least 4 hours at the facility working on his mobility overall. Then sometimes he would stay to go and see his pilots on the tarmac. Bradley started to progress with his injuries and the doctors said his future with flying started to look promising. He even went about the board and they didn’t rule him at fault for the accident that had occurred, just like Mav had said. 

You were at home with Austin. Leia was over at Phantom and Evelyn’s house playing with Kaia and Kamalani. Phoenix, Hangman, and Bradley were at work for the day. Bradley was due to come back around 4 PM, but if he decided he wanted to stay longer he would usually text you, to let you know. 

You were standing at the kitchen sink doing some dishes from the night before. Austin was cleaning up around the house and doing the boy’s laundry. You all had started to get things ready for the boys arrival. Things were already put together in their room, the bags were packed, Austin had just finished washing all their clothes, and you just needed to put the car seats in the car. You were standing at the sink. You back was really hurting and you stood there. Austin looked over and saw you had your hand on your lower back and were trying to stretch it out. He came over and grabbed a chair for you.

“Hey, Darlin. Why don’t you rest and take a seat? You’ve been on your feet too long lately.” He placed the chair behind you and rubbed your lower back. “Here, have a seat.” 

You sat for a while and he massaged your shoulders. You chuckled and shook your head as you relaxed, “Aus, you’re supposed to be taking care of Bradley, not me.” 

He laughed and placed a kiss on your head, “Darlin, I promised to always take care of you. I can take care of both of you.” 

You patted his hands and he stopped massaging your shoulders. “I need to go and clean up for the day. It’s already noon and I am still in my PJs.” 

Austin sighed and nodded, “I’ll help you out.” He helped you off the chair and wrapped his arm around your waist as you started to walk to the stairs. “You ready?” He raised his brows at you.

You nodded and sighed heavily. You held onto your belly, “Let’s freaking do this.” 

Right as you took the first step you felt water start to rush down your leg. Your eyes went wide and you froze. “Oh Shit.” 

Austin looked at you with wide eyes and looked at the puddle that was soaking both yours and his socks. “Darlin… Did you just pee?” He was looking around at the floor. 

“Austin…” You were in shock and stayed still.

“Hey. It’s okay. I’m sure there is a lot of weight on your bladder from the boys, accidents happen. I can get that cleaned up. Don’t worry, honey.” He started to removed himself from under your arm.

“Austin… Wait…” He stopped and looked at you. “I didn’t pee…”

He looked at you with wide eyes and put his hand over his mouth, “Holy shit!”

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BESTIES OMG. We are about to give birth to the twins! Finally! But besides that, I hope Dadley will be okay 🥺 The journey continues! I will see you all in the next one 🫣

My kids' godparents are in the comments 🫶🏼

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John Dory x Reader Headcanon

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Even though John Dory was uptight at times, he did enjoy a prank or two. Most of his pranks were harmless, where he'd put something spicy in your food or hide your toothbrush. These were things he would have done with his brothers, of course, that would be if they still were on good terms. However, ever since they split up, he'd been alone, aside from Rhonda. That was until he found you (I'll let you think of your own backstory), and the two of you have been inseparable ever since.

This prank of his would go too far. If he honestly would have taken the time to think it through properly, he would have realized that it wasn't a good idea at all. I mean the Prank was so bad even Rhonda was stressed.

His plan would start by sending you off to get some things so he could have time to set up the scene.  Rhona would be parked in her usual spot so that nothing seemed out of the ordinary until you got up close. There was blood splattered on the ground that led up to Rhonda. You would quickly drop whatever it was that you were holding and rush to Rhonda. The trail continued up her steps, with a smear on the door's handle. Once inside, all was quiet other than your footsteps.

You would be filled with worry and dread, calling out his name cautiously, "J-John?" When you get no answer, things only get worse. Looking around, you could see the smeared bloody hand prints that followed the droplets of blood on the floor. Stumbling across the room, you follow them.

To your horror, you see your lover, John, lying on his side facing away from you. He would try so hard to hold his breath and keep up his play-dead act. But he imagined it would all be worth it when the prank was over.

You'd run to him and fall to your knees on the floor beside him, clutching onto his vest. "No," you would cry out. "No, no, no," you would turn him over. Your heart would shatter into a million pieces when you'd see his 'lifeless' face. The same blood that soaked his clothes would now coat your hands. Peering down at them, you'd begin to get sick.

In a hurry, you'd release him, and run outside. He would hear you gagging and hacking. He decided he would wait until you had got it all out before he broke the truth of the prank. When a few minutes past and everything was quiet again, he would come outside, hoping to surprise you. But, you would be gone.

Now, his heart would drop. Shit, he'd think and rush to find you. He would check all the places he could think to find you. After searching most of them, he was really starting to get scared. It would be at this point that he'd realized the prank was a shit idea.

When he finally does find you, you're curled up under a tree sobbing. The sight of you would break him, just as he'd done to you. "Y/N?" he would call out to you. Your head would whip around, and your eyes would widen. "John?!" you would scuffle up and run to him. He sweeps you up into his arms and squeezes you tight.

"W-what," you'd be so confused for a moment until you realized what he'd done. Then you would be so angry at him for doing something so cruel and scaring you like that. You'd say some things that would be rather harsh, but he would probably deserve them.

He would get down on his knees in front of you and beg fro your forgiveness. He would so definitely burry his face into your stomach, sniffling. then, he'd give you the biggest puppy dog eyes. Anytime he would use that it makes you melt and give into him.

You do forgive him, but on the condition that he never pulls anything like this again. He promises to be done with the pranks for good.

He would spend the evening pampering you. You would be snuggled up into his chest so that he could hold you close.

"Im never going to do that again"

"Im not going anywhere, I promise"

"Im so sorry sweetheart"

He would be such a cuddle bug until he knew for sure you would be okay.

He loves you so much and he realizes he never wants to see you that upset ever again.

[cyten0]

A Symphony in Crimson

Act 2: A Movement in White

Chapter 4-B

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You shouldn’t have left Fa alone with that noble. You know nobles are bastards. It was only a matter of time before they did something. And now the whole room is stained in blood.

You hate that they even had to be here. But ‘royal guard dog’ was the only way to get Fa to be able to go out. Only way they wouldn’t be labeled an active threat and put down or caged for life. You’re glad Siffrin thought of it.

But. It meant Fa had to go on missions like this. Even though they’re practically five. They had to fight.

Astravia is a blinding hellhole.

You’re sitting next to Fa now. Trying to comfort them. You know they probably have some blood-thirst still, but you trust them. Besides, right now, the fog of what they just did is starting to clear, and they need help.

✦ “I… I didn’t… I…”

♪ “It’s okay kiddo. You did your best.”

They break down, dropping to the floor crying. It’s not the first time this has happened, but it never gets easier.

You had Fa pretend to be his guard. Noble let it get to his head. He beat Fa while you were gathering evidence. You got that from a quick scan of the man before his death. And the bloodied whip on the table. Fa put up with it, didn't fight back at all. They’re too blinding gentle.

But when you came back, evidence in tow. Ready to arrest the bastard for their trafficking ring... He shot your eye out, right as you opened the door. Knew he’d try something but. Wasn’t quite fast enough. Lucky shot, you guess.

But that. That tipped Fa over the edge.

And now there isn’t even a body left. Bastard got what he deserved, but. Blind it. There’s no covering this up. People on the street saw it through the balcony window. Or at least saw enough of it.

✦ “I didn’t want to… I-I know he was a bad guy but-”

♪ “Look don’t feel bad for him. He did worse. I’m more worried about you.”

Fa looks for a bit. Realizes the open window, sees that people were watching.

✦ “Nononono”

♪ “It’s okay, breathe. Just like Ti and Siffrin do. In. and out.”

Fa starts to breathe. Slowly. Calming themselves down.

There is a moment of silence. As they sit, curled up in a ball next to you.

✦ “… I’m… I’m gonna have to go back in the box again, aren’t I?”

With a deep sigh, you nod.

♪ “Fraid they’re gonna force us to.”

You hate when they have to go into that blinding containment. They don’t need to be anymore, haven’t for three years now. But anytime Fa lays a hand on anyone with even the slightest amount of leverage, all the nobles make such a big fuss that even Darkon can’t get them to stop until Fa spends some time in quarantine.

Of course, they’re fucking hypocrites, to a fault. You remember the time one had Fa kill death row convicts for sport. As a ‘test to make sure they can follow orders’. By the time you all arrived, the 'hunt' was already over, and there wasn’t even a crime to convict the bastard on.

You’ve tried to make sure they don’t have to kill. But Astravia is full of sick bastards who see a child lamenting murder and decide to make them suffer. The best you can do is make sure it’s never an innocent person.

So... Fa’s gonna end up fighting again. But they need a way to fight that won’t cause this. Won’t cause a storm of objections and vitriol.

You pull out your old craft revolver, and pass it to them.

♪ “Here. For next time. You won’t get in trouble killing with this. Either I take the blame, or they can’t claim you ‘lost control’ again.”

Fa just stares at the gun. Shaking.

✦ “But. I... I don’t wanna kill.”

You hug them. Hold them close. Keep them tightly in your grasp.

♪ “I know. I don’t want you to either.”

Stars. You wish you could make sure they didn’t. You’ve wanted to fix this blinding country for so long, make it so NO ONE would be stuck in a position like this. You wish you all had managed it by now.

But here you are. Despite your best efforts. Despite Darkon and Suki’s best efforts. Despite the rest of the Scale’s best efforts. Astravia is still like this. For all the good you’ve done, the whole damned country STILL ends up like this.

You watch as Re charges into the room, likely investigating the commotion. They are ‘almost’ as blood-soaked as Fa. Noble must have told his guards to kill them. Guess she had fun, judging by the short-lived grin she had when she opened the door. Was promptly dropped to a frown on surveying the scene.

♯ “Oh Stars!! Fa, your eye!”

♪ “It’s fine, I stopped the bleeding and healed it up some.”

♯ “I’ll call Ti, they can fix it-”

♪ “Nah, it’s too far gone.”

Ti’s restoration craft needs parts mostly intact, and even then. Your eyes are tied directly to your heart’s wish. Not an easy thing to fix.

♪ “It's alright. I can make up for it with just the one.”

Fa still looks at the gun. Looks at the bloodstain.

✦ “I’m sorry.”

♯ “You don’t gotta apologize!”

♪ “Could you keep them company? Royal guard is gonna be here soon, and I’ll have to make the case. Don’t worry, It’ll be okay.”

♯ “Sure you don’t need help?”

♪ “I’ve got this.”

♯ “… Alright, Can do! Come on Fa, Let’s get you back home. I’ll be right here the whole way!”

Fa holds onto her hand tight, gripping it for dear life. You smile at them.

✦ “...Promise it’ll be okay?”

♪ “I promise.”

You then head down the stairs….

Stars... This guy was a pretty high up person. It’s gonna be a mess to make sure Fa doesn’t take a hit. Or worry Darkon. They can’t target him, but everyone around him isn’t as safe.

But you will make sure this goes well. Play the ‘noble knight’ as long as you need to get it handled. Blackmail any of these bastards who cause trouble. They’re trusting you to have this handled.

And you trust them to be okay. You trust them with your life.

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You can’t help but think back to that day after that whole conversation. Odile seems inquisitive, which is good, means she’s wary. She’ll keep them out of trouble. Even if things go wrong. You won't be there this time, so you just have to hope she can do it for you.

You don't know her though, so you can't help but worry a LITTLE. But you know Fa trusts them, so it's alright.

You’d go into detail about Fa in Black, but honestly? It’s Vaugarde. Place is really peaceful. You kinda doubt it’ll come up at all... Maybe that means Fa can heal a little.

❁ “Crabbing-! Can't read this language!”

𝄢 “I’ll install a translator on yours once it’s done, to make things easier.”

♫ “A-and I can teach you some! If you want!”

❁ “Eh, I suck at learning languages. I remember when I tried learning Poterian. Couldn’t figure out a word.”

♫ “Oh… okay.”

You can tell Nille feels a bit bad, watching Mi’s disappointment.

❁ “… Well, that Mirabelle lady mentioned ‘Cursing at Chateau Castle’ was written by an Astravian? Maybe we could read that sometime later?”

You watch as both Mi and So’s faces light up with joy, the latter simply hearing one mention of the book series to be invested. Oh, Nille has no idea what she just agreed to.

You look around. Ti is driving today, steady as ever. Mi is strumming on their guitar, just making simple melodies, a little happier now. Re lays sprawled out on the backseat, playing a game on her phone, or maybe coding one? Would be nice if she is, she loved making games for Fa. Nille is writing something in a little journal. And So, of course, continues her tinkering, both to get Nille a phone and just for fun. Everyone settled in for the ride. Might as well do the same.

You pull out a painting you were working on. You look at it in shades first, make sure it looks how you want it, then focus for a second to change your eye to see colors.

As the sight of the unseen world see fills your vision, you look over the sights of Vaugarde first. You never planned for this benefit when you made your heart’s wish. But you are glad for it anyways. Seeing the fall leaves coating the ground as winter starts to approach, in their various colors. The golden trims of your car, and dark red seats. The color’s of your friend's eyes.

Oh, Nille has green eye’s, like yourself! Well, a more natural shade of green, but still.

You turn towards the painting. You designed it to depict two different things depending on if viewed in shades or color.

In shades, it has a fairly artistic depiction of Suki, speaking to a despairing people. She always inspired you, how selfless she was. You have her depicted in darker shades, like the pure black armor she wore, even when she became queen. To remind people she cared for them, and was on their side.

In color, you can see the whole scene. Symbols of both Change and The Universe surround her, and the town around them becomes more vivid and full of life. The hope she tried to bring shown plain. The influence her former home of Vaugarde had to bring to her new one.

You suppose Astravia now has a clean slate to make that dream on. Even if it’ll take much longer. That’s one good thing to come of this mess. Just need to add some details.

❁ “Huh. Why do you have so many paints of the same shades?”

♪ “Simple, I don’t just paint in shades.”

❁ “The crab is that supposed to mean?”

Heh. Time to blow her mind. You pull out that spare pair of crafted glasses you keep on hand. Fa got it for you as a gift, just for this, but you keep a few extras. You hand them to Nille.

♪ “Better to just show you. Put these on, and tap the button on the side.”

Nille hesitates for a bit, before trying them out. And the second they hit the switch, the glasses activate their craft, and through their lens, color can be seen.

As Nille sees color for the first time, they sit there stunned into silence.

♯ “Oh, STARS yeah! Color time! What you think?”

❁ “Holy… What in the Crabbing change are all these shades?!?”

♫ “They’re called Colors! Petty, right?”

Nille looks at Mi, and smiles.

❁ “I- Yeah! Holy Crab, how does this even work?”

𝄢 “For starters, all these Colors were already in existence, it’s just most people can’t see them naturally anymore. Apparently from some complex wishcraft, according to my brother. Regardless, Those glasses create a filter that tricks your eyes into seeing normally.”

❁ “Crab… Hold on, wait, the painting! What?! Holy crab, all that was hiding there?”

♪ “Yep. Ti helps me make custom frames so people can see both versions. Figure Vaugarde will get a kick out of it.”

❁ “That why you got change symbols everywhere?”

♪ “… Nah. It’s because she was Vaugardian. Suki changed all of Astravia, almost by herself.”

❁ “Oh… That’s really cool.”

Nille looks at her. And then thinks for a bit, before sitting back down, and looking around at you all, arms crossed.

❁ “I know it’s probably an awkward question, but… What was Astravia like?”

The others look hesitant to answer that question. But you aren’t. Because even if it’s dead and gone, you don’t blinding care.

♪ “It was a blinding hellhole.”

♫ “La!”

♪ “What, you want to deny it? Go ahead, tell me Astravia was kind to you. To any of us!”

None of them meet your gaze. Because none of them can. You all have scars. It’s what drew you all together. What made you all fight so hard. The entire place was filled with cruelty, corruption and death.

𝄡 “… I will not deny it was filled with hardship. Might made right in Astravia, and with certain blessings and curses, that was taken to levels unseen in most other nations.”

𝄡 “But there was good. And we did make a difference, however small. If it had lived, perhaps one day it could have been as lovely a nation as Vaugarde.”

Ti looks you directly in the eye.

𝄡 “Suki believed that.”

You hold a hand to your heart. You look at your painting. He’s right. It’s not right to speak of it like that. Suki believed it. Darkon did too. You all did…

You nod at Ti.

❁ “...I’m not gonna press then. But how bad did it get?”

None of you speak up. You all have stories far too hard to talk about. ...Starving on the streets, a child with nothing but a dagger and a stolen gun. Betrayed by someone you thought would protect you...

You are surprised when Mi of all people speaks up, fidgeting away with her guitar.

♫ “I-… I can show you, but… promise you won’t freak out?”

Nille nods. Wait, are they?…

You watch in mild surprise as Mi unfurls their large moth-like wings. A beautiful pale tan color, decorated with elegant star and eye symbols barely visible through the tattered holes and cuts across their entirety. Ripped apart like manhandled paper.

Nille just stares at them in awe.

♫ “...I was… I was only three when it happened. Some people came by and. They took me. The people I knew at the time just stood by and watched it happen. Didn’t lift a finger…”

Mi shivers at the memory. You know they trusted those around themselves to keep them safe. But nobody would go against a noble.

♫ “The ones who took me wanted to use me as a test subject. And make trophies. Cut up my wings for both… They’ve healed a lot since but… I don’t know if they’ll ever fully heal. The rest of me didn’t fare much better. If Fa hadn’t found me when they did… I wouldn’t be alive.”

Mi is barely able to hold themselves together. They look like they’re on the verge of tears. Nille just stares shocked by the story. Then walks up to Mi. And hugs them.

Mi takes a half second before hugging back.

❁ “Crab. How the crab does anything like that happen?”

𝄢 “It was a common enough occurrence. My story nearly went the same way. Astravia never cared much for those who are ‘other’. Regardless of how or why. Could be mutations from wishcraft like ourselves. Could just be a different lifestyle. You could get killed for either.”

Nille just continues to hug Mi for a bit before they sit back down, next to Mi this time. The two decide to chat some more, to talk about more mundane things. Like hobbies and interests, childhood stories...

You look towards the road ahead.

>>>

As you approach the town of Tranquille, You instantly notice something is up. People are running about, Barricades are being made, and people are armed. This is not good. What in the stars could have Vaugarde up in arms?

As Ti parks the car somewhere safe, you ask a local guard.

♪ “Hey, We’re travelers, and we noticed some commotion. What’s going on?”

“Travelers? Not with Poteria?”

♪ “Poteria? What are they doing?”

“I don’t know! Some refugees mentioned those guys were burning Vaugardian towns to the ground and massacring the citizenry! People said soldiers were on their way here!”

What? Blind it, that shouldn’t be possible! Siffrin even mentioned that Vaugarde was protected by wishcraft! Even IF that failed, they wouldn’t risk war with Astra-

Wait. Blind it. Nobody remembers Astravia’s protection. And there’s barely even an Astavia to protect it…

Except you all.

♪ “In that case, focus on defenses. Let us handle the army.”

“Thanks for the help, but there’s no way any of us can fight an army. We’ll try, but…”

You just give them a smile, as you see the others head over.

♪ “My home promised to defend yours. And I’m not one to go back on a word.”

They look at you confused before you rejoin the others, and tell them what’s going on.

❁ “What the Crab?! Why would they do this? Poteria’s been friendly forever!”

𝄢 “You’re right, it is strange. Far too destructive for conquest, and out of the blue. I can’t see any reason for this. Other then just to hurt people.”

Re smiles. And chuckles a bit.

♯ “But it does mean there’s no issue if we wipe them out!”

Nille looks at Re with with utter surprise, before giving them a deathglare.

❁ “Not funny. These people are in danger!”

♯ “I wasn’t kidding. We have a promise to keep, on behalf of Astravia! Alright princess, what’s the strategy?”

So glares at that nickname for a half second before shifting their face into a firm, resolute look.

𝄢 “You, La, and Ti obviously will handle the army. I trust you can handle that?”

You all nod. Three Bladeheart knights should be more then enough! And you got plenty of practice fighting monsters back home. This should be a breeze.

𝄢 “Mi, You can buff them and the defenders from that clocktower over there. Grab the speakers from the car, your music should carry far enough if you do.”

Mi nods cheerfully, and goes to grab the speakers. Wonder what track they’ll pick? This is kind of your debut in Vaugarde. Meanwhile, So checks the charge on Suki’s gauntlet.

𝄢 “I’ll help said defenders handle any stragglers that make it in. Got enough charge for that. Nille, can you hold your own in a fight?”

Nille looks confused and nods. Song hands them the phone they just finished.

𝄢 “Then you’ll be on protecting Mi, and if you’re down for it, you can also be lookout. We can stay on voice call, and if you notice one of us is needed somewhere, let us know.”

❁ “...Wait. Are. Are you people serious? Us against an army?”

♫ “They can handle it, don’t worry! But we gotta do our part!”

♯ “Also make sure to record this! I wanna see the replay of it afterwards!”

Nille just stares at you all. You’re kinda surprised at their confusion, but you guess it never clicked to them about the king using the same ritual you all did. Guess it’s gonna have to be a demonstration!

Mi starts pulling Nille away before they can ask followup questions, and starts heading towards the tower. You hear someone shout out-

“They’re here! Coming from the west!”

♪ “Guess we’d better meet them.”

>>>

You stand just outside the shoddy barricades as the army approaches. So stands just on top, looking over. As the last of the royal line, you all agreed she should be the one to address them.

They take a few moments, and then their whole body flickers. As she rises, long lightless hair tied up behind her, black armor covering her body, she looks out across the army with a presence that bespeaks inner strength. With special crafts, her voice carries over the entire field. The absolute picture of her Mother.

𝄢♮ “Attention, Poterian Army! This settlement is under the protection of the Northern Island! This is your one warning! If any of you wishes to live, leave now!”

You watch through the ranks. The soldiers stand firm, if surprised by the sudden sound.

A single man, their commander, walks out from their ranks.

Φ “You do not scare us! We will complete our mission, and no false threats will deter us!”

You figured as much. But it was only right to offer.

Ti flips to a page in his journal, traces the pattern, and the skies begin to slowly darken with thunderclouds.

𝄢♮ “Very well, if you insist! Bladeheart knights! Your orders are set!”

You turn quickly, and see Mi and Nille at the top of the tower, ready to go. And then turn towards the army.

𝄡 “My blood is the peoples shield.”

Ti finishes his craft, then slams the hilt of their staff against the ground, as lighting crackles in the air. The army begins to shake in fear.

♯ “My heart is the peoples Blade!”

Re clicks a button on their shoulder, and their armory of weapons falls from above them. She pulls out her favorites, a pair of massive great-swords, one for each hand.

♪ “I shall fulfill my oath till my dying breath!”

You mark each and every member of the army, tracking their every movement, as energy crackles at your fingertips. Not a single one will escape your notice.

Song conjures Suki's sword, glowing and brilliant, it's hilt decorated by a star surrounded by rings of gold. It's time!

♯♪𝄡 “THE STARS ABOVE AS MY WITNESS!!!”

[mkeyztrm]

🌟Anytime

cw: kissing 🤢🤕

summary: After having a (drunk) meltdown at a party, you and your at the time boyfriend Christopher part ways due to the hurtful words you had both shared. A few months end up passing by and you still can’t shake the thought of him. Somehow, even after all this time you’re still attracted to him, and only him.

You’re on your way home from 7/11 whenever you make out a figure walking towards your doorstep, this out of pocket incident then turns into something more.

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“Anytime

Anytime

All the time in the world for-”

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You absolutely adore Christopher, he’s on your mind everyday. Whenever you go to switch your thoughts onto something else, you always catch Chris being your main thought. No matter how hard you try, he’s always there in the back of your mind.

But you’re done trying to get him out of that void you call your brain, you don’t want him out. Not yet. Realizing that in truth he’s all you want, all you desire.

Now, no matter how hard you try you can’t seem to find the right time to contact him.

That is until tonight, when you’d least expect it.

“I've been putting too much pressure on the weekend

Think it's time, I spent a Saturday at home unrehearsed”

With your eyes aimed down towards your shoes like a dog in distress, you find your way to the local 7/11 directly down the road from your little cottage home that you had bought on your 19th birthday. Though small, that house is overflowing full of memories you wish you could’ve held onto longer. Hopefully this big gulp(gulpthisdiieekkkk😼) cherry slushie can drain out those reminders.

After paying and getting situated you walk out of the store and take a moment to put your wallet in your backpack.

When you had left your home the sun was just then setting, which had left the area in a golden hour lighting.

But now, the sun is gone and the moon has risen.

You look up to see an airplane gliding across the dark lit up night sky, embracing millions of stars and its bright moon was bolded with its crescent phase. Once the plane passes by, and after observing the gorgeous starry sky, you decide to start your little walk back to your home.

Nearly midway towards your house, you notice a dark figure who’s taller than you and has a very masculine build walking up to your doorstep. Confused, you look around your tree filled surroundings as a sense of comfort, or to ground yourself from all the thoughts racing through your head once again.

Upon getting closer and the figure becoming more visible, you recognize the boy. His hoodie that he had on wasn’t his, it was yours.

“I’ve got nothing to say, turn some pages until my eyes go long.

Listen to you sing your song”

your body freezes suddenly, as words begin to erupt out of your mouth.

“christopher? what are you doing here alone at 9 pm??”

Your heart begins to race as he turns around to face you, his face presenting a shocked yet nervous expression which made your heart feel slightly warm too.

“oh. uhhh.”

He pauses, looking around for reassurance before gently tucking his left hand into his hoodie pocket and reaching his other hand up to his neck, just below his hair.

“i came to talk things out with you, and mmm. i want to give you a genuine apology, y/n. But, I’d like an apology as well.

He sounded proud of himself when he said the last part. You’re proud of him too, honestly. You’ve never really heard him sincerely stick up for himself.

“I’ve already forgiven you, chris. you’ve done nothing wrong, you only did what you felt needed to be done in the present of that moment.”

You wanted to cry, but so did he. Now you had to hold yourself together or else you’d both be a crying mess. Plus your makeup is on point today, you can’t mess that up. Can’t have mascara running down your face. That mascara was freshly put on not even 2 hours ago and it is NOT going to waste.

You take Chris up on to your small, circular front porch and gesture him to sit down towards the top step.

as you both get settled, chris starts speaking again.

“It’s not that I want an apology, i just want what happened to be explained through your view.”

You freeze in shock, that’s it???? After a few breaths and trying to gain your thoughts, you start off explaining.

“We were both drunk, I had a little too much to drink, and i couldn’t control my words. I felt sick and so i guess I started word vomitting hard, which upset you from how sudden and stern the words were. I was overwhelmed from all the loud noises that your brothers were making while they were playing Mario Kart or something so I unpurposely hurt your feelings because im unsure how to maintain my emotions and took them out on you.”

“ That’s a lot more words, y/n. Somehow though, point proven. Neither of us were in the wrong completely and we were just drunk idiots. I was more of an idiot due to my selfish reaction but I don’t want to argue with you y/n.”

Chris reaches his arm to your shoulder and gently pulls you close to him, bringing you into a hug. Now, you’re directly next to him with your head nearly touching his. You glance over at his teary eyes, and he sticks to watching the sky.

“Beside her all the way even when we fight, can't help but know that everything's alright.

Listen to you and hit the light”

After sitting in 8 minutes worth of silence and without hesitation, you slide your hand up to his face and rest your hand over his cheek. You feel his face slightly light up and grow warmer as he turns to you in genuine confusion.

“i thought you said you’ve moved on a while ago?”

You just looked at him and nodded your head in denial before tightening your hold on his face and going in for a kiss that only he would return with the same energy, showing his feelings of longing for you.

After you both slowly move your heads back, you catch yourself smiling and beginning to laugh.

“so are you still mad at me or no…?”

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Anytime

Anytime

All the time in the world for

Do you feel behind?

We've got time

All the time in the world for

the middle picture made me die 😭

sorry this wasn’t long or eventful, i used up like all my motivation in the first paragraph or two and then I got hit with writers block like a whole bus 💔

this is also only my second fanfic I’ve written so um. sorry it’s if it’s horrible 🚶

[weatheringfeelingsvn]

Can I request you do a nsfw alphabet for the therapists?

And maybe one for Miguel but separately cause I’m still mad at him

NSFW Below~

SONNIG’s

A = Aftercare: Is probably the one that will need the most aftercare but he will always prioritize you instead; how you view him, what you need. Even as he is experiencing sub drops, he will reassure you that he's fine. You gotta be a lil forceful with him to take care of him.

B = Body part: He will never admit this but he likes his arms. He worked hard for their muscle definition. He will explode if you admire them too. On you, he loves your hands. He thinks they’re pretty and they do magical things to him when you touch him.

C = Cum: It tastes like lemongrass tea :]

D = Dirty Secret: He’ll try anything you’re into, even if he tries to act like he won’t.

E = Experience: He’s only dated twice before, and they were pretty vanilla. Everything he’s doing with you is new to him.

F = Favorite Position: When you ride him or fuck him from above. Giddyup cowgirl/boy/person.

G = Goofy: With flirting and foreplay, it can be a little silly, he wants to start it off light! Once you get really into it though, he normally doesn’t have the concentration to crack a joke. 

H = Hair: He started off casually trimming because he was self conscious about it.… but then he started completely shaving… 

I = Intimacy: He craves it. Any touch you grant him is something that he wants, whether that touch be harsh or soothing, he just wants to be close. 

J = Jack off: Since he’s met you, he feels shame jacking off because you’re what he’s thinking of now. To sort of balance it out in his head, he also does some weird little rituals like ‘If I do this humiliating thing or feel this level of pain, it makes it a little more okay.’

K = Kink: He thinks he’s being lowkey with his submissive masochism kink. He’s not. He yearns to be dommed, degraded, taken care of. To be used.

L = Location: He feels safest in his bedroom with his dog tucked away safely elsewhere. He would die if Zodiac ever walked in on him. He’s not opposed to your teases in public, though. He likes the thrill… but only with you.

M = Motivation: Being completely at your beck and call.

N = No: No scat or excessive bodily harm. 

O = Oral: He’d happily please you. He’s a little experienced but he could always learn to do better.

P = Pace: He’ll follow whatever you’re feeling like that day, if you want to fuck him hard or edge him slowly.

Q = Quickie: You are literally the only person that could convince him of having a quickie outside of his home with just a look. You break down his barriers.

R = Risk: He is putty in your hands, you can screw him up pretty good. Whatever risky behaviors you wanna partake in, he’s gonna excitedly oblige.

S = Stamina: An amazing amount! He can go on for however long you want!

T = Toys: He has a few that he’s bought to experiment with. He’s open to more if that’s what you want.

U = Unfair: Likes to be the one that is teased. Can be edged for a long time if you so choose ;] He will beg the whole time.

V = Volume: He’s very responsive and with enough encouragement, he will allow himself to shed his shame and get loud.

W = Wild Card: He will probably tear up during sex. Whether because you’re doing him softly or sadistically, you will be seeing a lot of him crying.

X = X-ray: He has a toned physique and a long dick. 

Y = Yearning: He’s always down bad to have you mess with him anywhere anytime.

Z = Zzzz: He falls asleep pretty fast while he is wrapped around you. He enjoys being the smaller spoon, despite being so big.

YU:

A = Aftercare: Very used to taking care of his partner. Knows exactly what you need, he has it all prepared, you never have to worry about it.

B = Body part: He’s proud of how adept he is with his hands and tongue. He’s an assman.

C = Cum: It tastes like chamomile tea. :]

D = Dirty Secret: He tried bottoming when he was younger and in a bad time of his life. He refuses to do so again.

E = Experience: He is the most experienced and he’s pretty proud of it.

F = Favorite Position: Doggystyle, usually with your arms tied behind your back going at his preferred pace.

G = Goofy: If you laugh, he’ll punish you. It makes for a great opportunity to be a brat to him.

H = Hair: He likes to trim his hair himself and shapes it. 

I = Intimacy: He can be pretty romantic when he feels that you’ve earned it.

J = Jack off: He doesn’t do it often. He’d usually find a partner before he met you, now you get to be his fleshlight.

K = Kink: VERY into marking and letting other people know that you belong to him without outright stating so. It’s a mind game he’s fond of.

L = Location: He has his own special room for certain activities, but practically anywhere in his house is free reign. Anywhere other than the kitchen because he doesn’t want to have to sanitize the counters… 

M = Motivation: Knowing that he’s the center of your universe when you do it.

N = No: No scat or excessive bodily harm. 

O = Oral: He will eat you out like there’s no tomorrow. He enjoys making you squirm so he’ll take his time.

P = Pace: He’ll keep the pace to whatever the mood feels like. He can do both fast and slow.

Q = Quickie: He’s the king of quickies. He’s pretty good at getting down to business, finishing you up, and cleaning up fast.

R = Risk: He’ll take calculated risks whenever he feels like it.

S = Stamina: He might not have the best stamina but if he doesn’t tire you out, he always finds a way to keep going.

T = Toys: He enjoys including toys and has quite the collection.

U = Unfair: He loves teasing you. He will metaphorically ~~and physically~~ keep yanking at your chain just because he feels like it. If you try to do the same, you’ll get punished (or rewarded depending on how you look at it).

V = Volume: He’s pretty quiet when he’s not taunting or praising you. The most you’ll get out of him are a few grunts and heavy breaths.

W = Wild Card: 

X = X-ray: He’s a pretty average guy but he makes up for it in skill. Short king shit.

Y = Yearning: He has a moderate and controlled libido, but he loves making you flustered so when he sees the chance, he’ll take it.

Z = Zzzz: He’s a night owl. He’ll stay up, but if you want him to, he’ll stay in bed and pet your head until you fall asleep.

A = Aftercare: He’s new to all this, he will need a lot of guidance but he is very eager to fret over you.

Nubloso

B = Body part: He loves your tummy. He just wants to lay on you and hold you close. He honestly really likes his chest. It’s something soft that you can both enjoy!

C = Cum: It tastes like a subtle peppermint tea :]

D = Dirty Secret: If you gave him the chance, he would love to watch you pleasure yourself as both a learning experience to see what you enjoy the most and to just take the chance and focus completely on how you look in the moment. 

E = Experience: He only had experience with his hand before you came along.

F = Favorite Position: Good ol’ fashioned missionary, both for receiving and giving. He loves looking at you and holding you.

G = Goofy: He doesn’t try to be goofy, but he babbles so much during sex that sometimes it just happens 

H = Hair: Full natural. 

I = Intimacy: Inject it into his VEINS, he wants it all!! He’ll spout the corniest shit about how much he adores you and sometimes pause just to look at you with a dopey grin. He’s so in love.

J = Jack off: Quite a lot to be frank. He has a lot of pent up feelings and it’s a good method for self care.

K = Kink: He’s got the biggest breeding kink, he likes the fantasy of creating something new together and starting a family with you. If you’re not comfortable with it, he’ll keep it to himself, he doesn’t want to freak you out. 

L = Location: Here, there, anywhere. Bend you over in the office, lay himself across the couch, kitchens are free reign. Anywhere you are, it has absolutely crossed his mind. 

M = Motivation: Anything can get him started, really. Hearing your voice, being in your vicinity, smelling you, even just looking at you. This is his first time feeling so intensely about a person, he can’t control his reaction.

N = No: No scat or excessive bodily harm. 

O = Oral: You really gotta teach him what to do. He will enjoy learning!

P = Pace: You being his first, he goes pretty hard and fast like a rabbit. He has to learn to take things slow.

Q = Quickie: He’d love to have them as often as he can with you.

R = Risk: He likes controlled risky situations, like doing it in his office after he makes sure the door is locked. He likes the fantasy of showing people that you are his, but he’d actually rather not have anyone eyeing you.

S = Stamina: He’s a noob, he goes until he tires himself out so it can wildly range.

T = Toys: He’s open to them if you like them, but he kinda prefers going without (other than the strap, he loves it if you use it).

U = Unfair: He does his best to tease you to get a reaction out of you. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, but he won’t give up.

V = Volume: He’s pretty talkative during sex. He does a lot of dirty talking when he gets lost in the moment.

W = Wild Card: 

X = X-ray: He’s got a soft physique with a thick dick.

Y = Yearning: He’s always yearning for you. His sex drive is crazy.

Z = Zzzz: He takes a while to sleep because he enjoys your presence too much. He’ll snuggle you and daydream about you as he feels you falling asleep. 

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1217: Best Pals Forever (Pokemon: Dogs in Love 2)

Crap Gorps: But....Because I knew youuu~

Jolteon: Because I knew youuuu~

Crap Gorps/Jolteon: Because I knew you~ I have been chaaaaaaaanged......For goooooooood~

Two best friends giggles softly as they lean over and Hugs one another.

Jolteon: I love you man~

Crap Gorps: Ditto- (Suddenly Felt Something Small and Wet Drop on him as He Looks Up and Sees) Hm? It's raining? But I thought it was supposed to be- (Eyes Widened at the Realization) Oh no. Uhh..... buddy?-

Jolteon: (Already Tearing Up) I love you so much, Crap Gooorrps!~

Crap Gorps: (Quickly and Gently Rubs Jolteon's Back in Comfort) I know, I know. I love you too, man. I'm.....pretty sure we already established that seconds ago-

Jolteon: Our friendship is so sacred to me!~ I don't want this all to end noooow!~

Crap Gorps: Wait. (Pulls Away For a Second) Is that what you've been worried about? Our friendship?

Jolteon: Coming to an ennnnnnnnd!~

The rain starts going down more harder than originally as the sound of thunder begins to emerge.

Crap Gorps: (Quickly Went Back to Rubbing his Pal's Back in Panic) Hey-Hey-Hey! It's okay! It's okay. Don't cry. Our friendship isn't going anywhere.

Jolteon: (Puts his Wailing on Hold and Stares at Crap Gorps with His Sad, Sparkling Eyes) Really? ('Sniff') Really? Are you sure?

Crap Gorps: (Gives Jolteon a Reassuring Smile) Positive, man. (Chuckles Lightly) Heck, if anything, this is the most positive I've been a very long while- (Stops Chuckling Once He Realizes He Said a (Very Weak) Swearing Word in Front his Now Pouting Friend) Uhh- ('Clear Throat') Sorry.

Jolteon: ('Sigh') It's fine. I'll allow it just this once, Crap Gorps. (Lightly Boops on Crap Gorps (Non Existent) Nose)

Crap Gorps: (Chuckles Ticklishly) Okay, great! But seriously though, even if we do go our seperate ways, which I can't stress enough, HIGHLY doubt that will ever happen anytime soon, our friendship won't automatically break apart along with it. We've been through so much together let it all go to waste now, am I right?

Jolteon: Yeah. ('Sniff') I don't want it all to go away....

Crap Gorps: (Gently Grabs Hold of Both Jolteon's Paws) And it won't. I promise. You, me, the rest of our team, we're all on this together, cheesy as it sounds.

Jolteon: (Giggles a Bit) I like cheesy stuff~

Crap Gorps: (Chuckles Lightly) I bet you do. You're sounding better already.

Jolteon: (Smiles a Bit) Yeah, I guess I am huh? I'm sorry I got a little emotional earlier.....

Crap Gorps: No worries, man. I get it. I'd probably be freaking outta too if I were in your....paws. You know you guys are the first real friends I've ever made, right?

Jolteon: ('Gasps') Really?~ What about your law office buddies?

Crap Gorps: (Shrugs) Eh. Our relationship is more professional if anything. I think I remember a few of them didn't like me all that much.

Jolteon: (Starts Pouting Again) I don't know why. You're the coolest guy I ever known, Crap Gorps!~

Crap Gorps: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness) Aww~ Thanks, man. I'm pretty sure you're objectively more cooler than I am though.

Jolteon: (Blushes a Bit While Flailing his Paw Down a Bit) Oh hush, you~ We can both be the coolest together! How's that sound?

Crap Gorps: (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) Hmm.....Cop out conclusion- (Shrugs) But sure, why not. Hey, you like SpongeBob right? (Points Back at the Pokemon HQ Lab Behind Him) Wanna watch all three of his movies back inside? I-I mean, only of you want to, of cour-

Jolteon: (Stares into his Best Friend's Eyes As His Begins to Sparkle) Grops, I LOVE SpongeBob, let's do it!~

Crap Gorps: (Stardled a Bit by Jolteon's Sudden Stare Vefore Returning Back to his Posture) Alright. Good to know. Let's go. (Walks Back to HQ with Jolteon By his Jolteon) Glad to see you're in high spirits again.

Jolteon: All thanks to you, buddy. You're a real life saver, you know that?

Crap Gorps: (Rubs the Back of his Head Back and Forth) I wouldn't exactly call myself that really. Considering all the times you helped cheer me up in journey together, I'd figure I try to return the favor for once, you know?

Jolteon: ('Sniff') And you succeed with flying lights and colors.....('Sniff') I'm so proud of you, buddy!~

'Thunder Roaring'

Crap Gorps: Uhhhh H-How about we save the crying after we watch the movie, yeah? We have the whole evening ahead of us, you know?

Jolteon: (Giggles Softly) Okay, I'll try to keep it together. (Lays his Head Onto his Best Friend's Shoulder) Only for you, Crap Gorps~

Crap Gorps: ('Sighs a Bit in Relief') Right. Thank you.

As the two pals made their way back to HQ the clouds in the sky finally begins to clear themselves out, revealing a bright sun shining down on the area in question.

As the journey concluded, it still turned to be a very beautiful day after all.

@jelloapocalypse